Page 7 of The Guy from that One Summer
Hurt?
Shame?
Guilt?
I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl. But I also don’t hate any of this. Except for how much I’m enjoying it and that it will one day just be a memory. And a video….
“We’ll have to see if you’re good enough to have me again,” I tease.
He laughs sinisterly. “Your juices in my mouth and on my face tell me you want me again. And again. Don’t even deny it.”
I hate that he’s right. Wanting to be the sexual, modern day, I-don’t-need-a-man type, I’ve failed miserably.
“I really hate you for making me needy,” I admit, slowly reaching into his shorts, and when I find his cock, I gasp. He’s huge and hard. Steel-hard. And suddenly my lady bits are terrified of what that is going to feel like.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. He throbs in my hand, and our eyes lock. I see his pride in his eyes.
“Wait ’til you feel it all, baby.”
“Will it hurt?” My eyes go doe-like. Something I’m not used to, but in this moment, I feel like I’m at his mercy. He makes me want to be submissive, like he controls all of me.
Has he hexed me?
Yes, yes, he must have, because becoming a submissive type of woman is not who I am. The men in my life tend to walk in my shadow. Damon always said I had too many masculine tendencies. What does that even mean?
What I have is a backbone, and I’m not afraid to share my opinions. It’s a man’s world, and us women are learning how to make it our own.
He replies, “It will, but it’ll be an ache you like.”
He’s numbing me to everything, making me forget that my heart was stomped on and my pride shattered today. It’s like the outside world has disappeared around us, and it’s just me and him and our shared pleasure.
“You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you?” he prompts.
I nod slowly. “Please. I need you to keep my mind somewhere else. I’m hurting.”
He pushes me against the counter and leans in, bringing his face to within an inch of mine. “Your heart and your gorgeous cunt hurting?”
God, could a man really make that sound desirable?
Yes. His name is Finn. And he’s standing in front of me, about to give me the best orgasms of my life.
“Then take off the rest of my clothes, and I will help the ache, pretty baby. Be a good girl, and do what I ask. I promise to make it feel better.”
With a deep breath, I give in to what this is—two consenting adults who just want to feel good, feelsomething. Finn doesn’t seem to be hurting, but there’s something there that’s making him want me in a way that’s numb some outside force for him as well. Maybe it’s because we’re two broken souls, and they’ve called to one another—recognize each other.
His shorts fall, and he steps out of them, taking a step back so I can admire the view of the impressive cock throbbing between his legs. His thighs are muscular, his calves strong. No man will ever be able to measure up to Finn—unless he has an identical twin who wants to sweep me off my feet and live in New York. Then, maybe. But really, even then, I don’t think so. He’s like no one I’ve ever met before, and if I’m being honest, I hope I never do again.
I just want to remember this for what it was. For it to be special and an alternate universe I will never experience again. No matter how depressing or disappointing that is, it’s the truth. I want this with him, and him alone. Any lover after, may God grant them the skill to ever make me feel this way again.
He moves then, lying back on the island so he’s now the one spread out for my taking. I peruse his body and enjoy every part of him. Every inch from head to toe is glorious. I know he takes care of himself, doesn’t neglect one part of himself. God made the man, but Finn’s managed the best upkeep.
“Come here, baby,” he says so softly, as if he’s known me for years, and yet here we are, strangers.
“You’re being soft,” I tell him as I slowly climb atop the counter. I expect him to laugh this off or tell me to stop reading into it.
“I need to be soft with you… before I get really, really rough with you, darling.” He grabs my hips and tells me something I thought I would never hear. “As I said, I’m hungry. Now let me eat my favorite meal. Sit on my face and ride it.”
I have no time to even respond before he pulls me up, then down to his face. Nervous, I don’t put my whole weight on him. “Wait, Finn. I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
