Page 4 of Capitally Unexpected

“Such a good little Boy Scout,” I say, leaning over to reach for one of the foil packets. He lets out a sardonic laugh before taking it from me. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he rolls it on his substantial length. “I think I lasted about three weeks in the Boy Scouts before they asked my dad to not bring me back with my twin the next week.” Something flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced with a smirk and smolder. “Good thing ‘Be Prepared’ is lesson number one.” He holds his cock up for me as I hover over him.

“Good thing indeed,” I say. Lowering myself slowly, the tip of cock stretches me wide. Maybe being on top isn’t my brightest decision. I work myself down bit by bit, relishing the way his hands grip my hips.

“God, you’re like a vice,” he says, tightening his grip to matchhis words as I bottom out. “Need to move,” he says a moment later, the words spoken behind gritted teeth. “You okay?”

I answer by lifting myself up slightly and his instinct kicks in, helping to guide my hips up slowly before lowering me back down. We move at this slow and steady pace for a few thrusts until my thighs begin to burn with the effort of my restrained movements.

“Bonnie?” I say, shifting to lean over him, my nipples sensitive as they drag against his chest. His eyes shift up from where they were watching him enter me to meet mine.

“Yeah, Clyde?” he says as he drags out another slow thrust, causing my clit to meet his pubic bone in the most delicious way.

“Pound me.” My cheeks warm. “Please,” I add, pulling my gaze from his, focusing on the pillow below his head as uncertainty washes over me.

He releases my hip and cups my cheek, urging me to meet his eyes, before shifting to the back of my neck and pulling my head down to his. This kiss starts sweet and reassuring before our tongues are fucking and I find myself grinding down onto his dick.

He releases me, his smile wicked as he responds. “Gladly.”

His next thrust reaches new depths and I gasp as he takes over the pace. His hands take hold of my hips again in a way I almost hope leaves a mark. That core strength shows up in his hard thrusts and furious pace, each one dragging my clit against him again and again. I climb and climb before turning my head to scream into a pillow a second before falling off the cliff. He continues to thrust as my pussy milks his cock, slowing down in time with the waves of pleasure distancing themselves from my shore.

I lay there draped on him as he caresses my bare skin, all the while slowly rolling his hips up into me. As I come back to myself, I realize he’s still incredibly hard. My hips start to roll in time with his again, sparks flying where I was boneless seconds ago.

He takes this as a cue and flips me onto my back and holding himself over my body.

“Look at us,” he growls, directing my attention to where he’s thrusting in and out of me, his silicone-covered cock slick with my release. “You take me so well.”

I groan at the filth of his words, how they reverberate inside me. I once had a vast vocabulary of words, capable of explaining complex weather forecasts and discussing the merits of which Real Housewives cast reigns supreme. Now, I’m reduced to single words. “More. Fuck. Please. Yes.”

His pace picks up. “You keep looking there if you want. I’m going to watch you. You robbed me of watching you while you came on my dick last time. So, I’m going to need you to give me one more.”

Like a clap of rolling thunder, my orgasm rises again. Bonnie’s hips thrust with enough force the headboard knocks on the wall, leaving me grateful for my exterior facing bedroom. I bite my lip before he reaches to roughly pull it out from between my teeth, leaving a sting behind.

“Don’t you dare keep those sounds from me. I want to hear you.”

There’s only so much a girl can take, and I detonate around him. His rhythm stutters, once, twice, before thrusting deep and staying there, riding out his own release. His arms give out and he drops his full weight on me before rolling to the side, bringing me with him. In a tangle of limbs and sweat covered bodies, we press together as we catch our breaths.

“You know, I just didn’t want to blow your ear drum out,” I say after a few moments of heavy breathing in the otherwise quiet room.

“The fact you were able to make a conscious choice in the moment sets my bar for next time,” he says, his fingers brushing along my spine.

“Next time?” I ask, moving in a way that causes his softeningcock to pull out. I try to hide my wince, but his furrowed brow tells me I failed.

“You said something about dawn, didn’t you?” He turns his head to take in the clock next to my bed. It reads a little after ten. “I’d say we have a ways to go before first light. Let me take care of this”—he gestures to his dick—“and grab you a cloth to clean up and we’ll discuss next time.”

I roll onto my back, still not fully believing this is a real-life entry in my timeline. “In that case, I’m going to need a snack,” I mutter, mostly to myself.

He pulls on his boxer briefs after dropping the tied off condom in the trash can. “Cloth first, and then if it’s okay, I’ll raid your kitchen and see what I can pull together.”

As he leaves the room, I call after him. “Only if you promise to not put anymore clothes on while you do it.”

He gladly adheres to my request, after making one of his own: I’m only putting my robe on to allow him to focus. I’m surprised at how much we talk and laugh while he makes the most delicious post-sex egg scramble I’ve ever had. He takes me back to bed, making good on his promise to put me completely out of my mind before we fall into an exhausted sleep in the early morning hours.

I wake up to bright sunshine streaming through the window of the blinds I never closed last night. The sheets next to me are cold to the touch, twisting my stomach into a knot I didn’t expect. I’m sure in my gut the apartment is empty. Still, I find myself peeking into the bathroom before wandering into an equally unoccupied living area. A piece of paper on the counter catches my eye, the messy handwriting unfamiliar.

Clyde,

Sorry to let you wake up by yourself. I worried if I waited, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from asking for your real name and your phone number. But that’s notwhat you said you wanted. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.

Forever your partner in sexy crime,

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