Page 9 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
“Finish me off,” she said, her hips gyrating under mine.
“I don’t know if I can,” I told her honestly.
Now. Of course I could. I’m a fucking stallion. The interruption got me off rhythm, though, and got me thinking.
Today had been a fuck-up all around.
At work I’d performed surgery removing a hairball from a lop-eared rabbit, but it still died. I had a patient irate at our charges. And I had three patients cancel on me even though they had appointments. Just another day at the office. But I couldn’t help thinking that I could do this better—my life, not the sex.
After I broke up with Cherry—and actually for years before—I'd been desperately trying to clean up my mess of a life without much success. My job gave me satisfaction, but when I got home at night nowadays, it was lonely. That was one of the reasons I tried to have roommates.
But a lot of them couldn't deal with me and all my animals. Like my ex-wife.
Why, really, why was I screwing her? I didn't want anything to do with her.
I looked down at Cherry. She was my past. For someone who prided himself for living in the moment, this wasn’t right. It didn’t match.
Wake up, dude. Time to get your life together. Time to stop lying to yourself.
I needed to break it off with her, permanently. But I didn’t want to hurt her feelings at this exact moment. I’d take care of her and then send her home.
With a forced smile that hopefully wasn’t too obvious, I said, “Okay. Let’s do this.”
I got back to work. I thrust up into her, she was wet and waiting, and she met me each time. We got back into a rhythm. I knew her body—I knew every woman’s body—and I knew that if I rubbed her just that way, in just the right place, she would—
Shake and shudder all over my cock, as she came. Fuck yeah, still got it.
Just not the right woman.
Her eyes softened, and she said, “Okay, lovey, your turn.”
Something about that girl with the scared eyes made me disgusted with myself, not for the first time in my life. How many people had their introduction to their new roommate this way? Me. Only me.
I also didn't want to have anything to do with Cherry, anymore. At the moment, I had a few choices. I could come. I could stop. But really, I just wanted to get this done without making her feel bad.
So, I faked it.
Men could fake it, too. I turned her onto her hands and knees, went faster and faster, and then let out my breath and collapsed onto her, unfulfilled. After a moment, I staggered into the bathroom, disposed of the condom into an overflowing trashcan, and returned.
I hoped she wouldn’t notice I hadn’t come.
Slipping on a pair of gray sweatpants, I sat down on the side of the bed. Cherry, who’d been lying there, got up and found her panties, putting them on.
I wasn’t proud of how I’d just behaved, but I still needed to handle this situation.
“You know I call it like it is, right?”
She snapped the back of her bra and slipped on the straps. “Yeah?”
“I don’t think I wanna be your booty call any more.”
With a mirthless laugh, she stepped into her dress. Turning around so I could zip her up, she said, “You are fucking unbelievable.”
“Are you pissed?”
She sighed. “Not really, but no one likes to be rejected. Especially not after they just went to bed together.”
I shook my head. “It’s not you. It’s me.”
