He’s fucking me so hard that it nearly hurts. But…it doesn’t. Instead, new pleasure begins to bloom inside of me as his cock pummels me, pumping in and out of me with furious speed. I cling to him with newfound strength, coming one last time and biting his shoulder, screaming against him. When his cock begins to pulse and swell, I can tell he’s coming too.
“I really am going to collapse now,” I murmur against his skin as he slows his pace, his hips coming to a stop, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of me.
“I’ve got you,” he says softly.
He carries us to the couch, taking a seat on it, still holding me on his lap. His hands are as gentle now as they were rough earlier, only minutes before. He strokes my hair softly as I pant against him, his own chest rising and falling with slow, ragged breaths.
12
Elijah
I reallycouldfuckAndy all night long. But I can tell from the tired look on her face after our second round, that she wasn’t kidding about collapsing.
I want her body so much, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. But I promised not to pressure her into anything, and that includes fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasms.
Those will just have to wait for our next date.
We finish the bottle of wine — with me forcing her to have more water, too.
She’s already asleep in my arms as I carry her to my bedroom. I lay her down gingerly in the bed, tucking her in, admiring the soft glow of her skin, the way her lips curve upward in a gentle smile.
She’s too good to be true. Too fucking good. And me? I’m a lucky bastard that she agreed to come out with me tonight, even luckier that she wanted to come back to my place and sleep with me.
Sleep.Now that’s something I haven’t done with a woman in ages. Actual sleep, not just sex. I look at the other side of the bed, the empty pillow, the space beside Andy where I know, if I were a normal man, I should be occupying right now.
But I can’t.
Not tonight.
Maybe not ever.
So I leave Andy in the bedroom, closing the door behind me gently, and walk down the hall to the guest bedroom. I’ll sleep here tonight. And maybe in the morning, if Andy isn’t too sore, I’ll fuck her a few more times before breakfast.
13
Andy
I wakeup alone in a massive bed that is way too big for two, three, even four people.
But there aren’t two people in the bed when I wake up; it’s just me.
I look around, calling Elijah’s name a time or two before climbing out of bed. There’s an en suite bathroom through a door on the right, but there’s no sign of Elijah even when I check the massive shower stall.
I frown, turning in a circle as if I’ll find clues of Elijah’s whereabouts around me. But I find nothing. Even the toothbrush on the counter appears dry and unused, and back in the bedroom, I don’t see any of his belongings on the nightstand, no dirty clothes discarded on the floor, not even a wrinkle in the pillowcase next to mine.
My heart sinks when I exit the bedroom, calling Elijah’s name and hearing no response. My voice echoes against the walls and in the daylight, the massive penthouse feels lonely and sterile.
I walk to the living room and find my shoes and dress, putting them on before doing another round around the penthouse, calling Elijah’s name again and again. There are more doors in this place, more rooms than I could possibly search. Even if he is home, leaving me all alone in his bedroom seems a little messed up considering the maze-like layout and massive scale of this lonely space.
As a last ditch effort, I dial his on my phone a couple of times. It sends me to voice mail each time. On the last call, I hang up in frustration.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Last night we dideverything.Went “all the way," as Deepti might say. And I normally never do that on a first date. Normally I take my time getting to know a man before sleeping with him, being absolutely sure that I can trust him not to break my heart.
But I broke this personal rule with Elijah, taking a leap of faith and trusting that he wouldn’t let me down.
Is he going to make me regret that?
Where is he?