Page 6 of Let It Be Me
My hands fall to the headboard and I use that to help me ride Theo like he’s a mechanical bull. With my chest in his face Theo flicks each nipple with the tip of his tongue as it moves past him.
“Your pussy feels even better wrapped around my cock than on my face. But I think it’s time for you to come on my cock. What do you say, Sarah?”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Play with my clit.” I order as I feel the telltale sign of another orgasm.
“As you wish.” Theo starts rutting up into me as he plays with my clit and my climax flies forward. “God damn, baby,” he grits out. “I feel you fluttering around me.”
“Come inside me.” I demand.
He pauses and looks up at me to make sure I’m sure.
“Do it, Theo. Mark me,” I wail as my orgasm doesn’t seem to end.
Theo flips us without separating and pounds into me. The headboard smacks against the wall and he holds my hips in place as he chases his release. I feel when he does. His cock swells and his strokes get more messy, more wild, as my third orgasm hits with his and he yells out my name. The sound of our cum mixing echoes throughout the room and it lengthens my orgasm. I play with my clit as another orgasm hits me and I throw my head back on a silent scream.
“Fuck, baby.” Theo’s hands fall to the sides of my head while his strokes slow.
I run my hands through his hair. The silky strands are wet with sweat and I can’t ignore that this position is more intimate than it should be for a one night stand. I get the sudden urge to kiss him and start another round while still coming down from this one. But I resist and I think he’s on the same page as I am.
With a kiss to the tip of my nose, Theo pulls out and I wince as I feel the loss of him. He rolls off the bed and I watch his very firm athletic backside move towards the bathroom. I hear the water running in the sink and two seconds later he waltzes back out with a wet washcloth.
I hold my hand out and he shoos it away to clean me up. I’ve never had anyone clean me up after sex and I can’t denythat it does something to me. The intimacy of aftercare should be studied. I watch his face while he cleans me. His mouth is set in a firm line and with his face angled down, I can see the slight tilt to his nose which tells me it’s been broken a time or two and poorly reset.
Theo tosses the towel to the side and moves to pick up his discarded jeans. The notion that he’s leaving shouldn’t have me feeling lost. It’s the orgasm, Sarah. It’ll wear off.
“I assume you didn’t want to cuddle?” Theo asks as he slips his shirt on.
I lift my hips and pull the covers out and sliding under them to give me some sort of barrier. “Nope.”
He smirks and walks over to the bed. Resting a knee next to me, he leans over and lifts my chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “I didn’t think so. Thank you for tonight.” He tells me and presses his lips to mine. His tongue traces the seam of my lips before leaving me breathless and pulling away. With a final kiss to my forehead he backs away from the bed and walks to the door. I’m still left dumbfounded by his parting kiss when I hear the door clank shut.
I fall back on the lone pillow, as the other ones were shoved off the bed, and stare up at the wall. Stumped that, in my quest for a weekend release, I had someone rock my world, if only for one night. Maybe coming to Columbus wasn’t such a bad idea. And if I play my cards right Theo and I will run into each other again.
3
SARAH
SIX MONTHS LATER
Ilook up from my phone as the elevator stops and opens to the fourth floor of the office, with our logo ‘It’s a Match PR’ lit up and greeting me from behind the receptionist's desk. I step out and wave to Tessa as I walk past her towards my office. With my phone forgotten in my hand, I take in the empty office as the sound of my clicking three-inch black Louboutins on the hardwood floors breaks up the quiet. As I make the final steps to my office, my phone vibrates with a notification that has me scowling at the device.
I open up the drawer at the bottom of my desk and drop my purse and work tote into it and close the drawer with my foot. Standing up straight, I push my thick auburn hair over my shoulder and go back to my phone. I re-read the score from last night, showing me that Cincinnati's baseball team lost again so now Mason is going to gloat because he’s an Atlanta fan. Speak of the gloating devil.
Mason: Pay up Callahan.
Me: No way. The series isn’t even over.
Mason: You think they can come back for the next three games?
Me: Yes.
Of the small client list I have, Mason is my favorite. After the blind side of his trade, he fired his team and took me on as his publicist when he found out what I did for work. It was easy working with someone who not only is in love with my best friend, but who I have a childhood history with. Eventually I took on a baseball player that was traded last season after five years playing in Washington and a soccer player in Cincinnati. Both were looking for a new public relations agent who could revamp their image. Since I love small projects, they were perfect. I even have them in a group chat on my phone named: Problem Children.
The agency I’m with is small but takes on all of the teams in the city and surrounding areas. When my schedule allows me to, I travel to where my clients have games. Not only is it work, but it helps feed the travel bug in me.
It’s been a year since the breakup. And while I have moved on, the pain is still this living thing that’s simmering just beneath the surface. It somehow reminds me that I’m not enough. That I wasn’t enough for him to stay. That I wasn’t good enough for him to choose. And learning that your ex not only cheated on you months after you moved states for work, but got someone pregnant, stings more than anyone can know. It brings the not enough feeling to the forefront of my mind anytime I think about what I could have done differently.
I still haven’t told Kamryn the real reason Paul and I broke up. She had other things going on in her life. But evenif she had asked, saying it out loud makes the situation more humiliating than it should be, so I just haven’t.
