Page 39 of Hide and Sneak
It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and that slow stretch feels amazing. Once I’m acclimated to him, he grips my hips and pulls me toward him, moving faster. He leans over to kiss me again as we move together. He really likes to kiss a lot. I’m not complaining because it never fails to light me up and heighten every sensation.
The urge begins to build again and I sit up, digging my nails into his back. He pulls out, picks me up and carries me a few feet to the living room. “Bend over the couch.”
It’s so much tighter this way and I groan when he buries himself deep.
“I love that sound. Does that feel good?”
“Yes, fuck don’t stop.”
Deep, steady, relentless thrusts have me teetering on the brink. Three in a night is unusual for me, and I’m not sure I can get there again. His hands knead my ass before he runs a fingertip between my cheeks. The soft pressure of his thumb rubbing over my hole makes my cheeks burn but it also sends slow, rolling spasms through me.
At the sound of my drawn out moan, his thrusts become faster until he stills. His groan fills my ears.
I lay my forehead on the couch, catching my breath, and he presses a kiss on my spine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…fine.” Oh no. That was so good. Fuck.
He pulls out and goes to dispose of the condom while I scrabble to put my clothes back on. I fucked Sutton. What do I do now? I need to make sure this isn’t a big deal.
The new stickers I bought for my preschool class catch my eye on the end table. When he returns, I stride past him, plastering a good job sticker on his collarbone as I go by. “Okay. Good night.”
His deep laughter follows me down the hall until I close my bedroom door.
There should be a study done about what goes wrong in our brains when we’re horny. Wrong enough to make me forget thatI don’t like him until a few orgasms clears my mind. Damn, they were good though. Not that it matters. It actually annoys me that he was so good at it. I can already imagine the smug smile I’m going to have to put up with.
Not today, however. I’m up, showered and out the door before he’s awake. A bored clerk hands me the keys to my rental truck for the day, and I head to my storage unit. It’ll take me a few trips to get all the equipment, but none of it is too heavy for me to handle.
After the truck is loaded, I text Cara.
Me
Call me when you get up if you still want to meet at Planet Playland.
My phone rings with a call from her before I’ve made it out of the parking lot. “I’m awake. Somebody decided to mow the grass at the break of dawn.”
“It was after nine,” Row shouts from the background.
“Anyway, of course I still want to come see the place. When do you want to go?”
“I’ll be back and forth for the next hour or so. How about noon? I’ll text you the address.”
“Sounds good.”
“I’m going to need some construction work done. Do you think Row would be interested?”
“Hang on a second.”
After a minute or so she comes back. “I’m going to bring him with me.”
“Voluntarily or against his will?” I chuckle.
“Does it really matter?”
“Nope, see you in a while.”
Row owns a contracting business. He hires other former prisoners like himself, giving them a fair chance when it’s hard to get work with a criminal record. If he doesn’t want the job, he may be able to recommend someone.
It takes me three trips to get everything moved. With every lift and drag, the little ache between my legs reminds me of what I’m trying not to think about. The way he bent me over and pounded into me. How my entire body was burning and begging for more. When I came for a third time at the feel of his thumb. Oh god, I forgot about that.
