Page 32 of Game Changer

“You’ve no idea how hot you looked behind that bar today. And you know what was even better? I know what all those women wanted from you. I know what they’d give to be doing this with you right now.”

I give my hips a roll and rub against his hard dick. The little twitch I feel him give has me high with a feeling of absolute power. I smile at him, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him.

“Feel that? Feel what you do to me.” He twitches again and this time he pushes my hips down the length of his fully clothed shaft. The movement sending shockwaves through my clit and all over my body.

“Mmm. Kiss me,” I whisper, and he pulls my head down to meet him and our tongues tangle as our bodies writhe against each other.

Buckie pushes my dress up higher over my hips and I stop him.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. But I don’t want to take this any further than this tonight.”

He leans back from me and holds up his hands. “Hey, I was all for you coming here and helping me unpack and get settled. You’re the one who seduced me.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. It’s just…” She shakes her head, a concerned look on her face.

“What?”

“It’s too irrational to tell you. I feel stupid enough.”

“Well now you have to tell me. I don’t do cliff-hangers.”

“The last time we did this, and you left for work, you didn’t come back to me. I’m scared of losing you again.”

He puts his hand on my cheek and looks right into my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere Zara.”

“I know. I told you it was irrational. And now I’ve only gone and put a dampener on the night.”

He answers by rolling his hips against me. “The only thing that’s damp is you.” He winks at me, and I can’t help but laugh at him.

Leaning in I kiss him, putting my fears away, for tonight at least. “Let’s make this quick before my brain talks me out of it,” I whisper against his lips.

“Done. You ready?”

I bite my lip and nod, and he flips me onto the bed, unzipping his jeans and pulling them low enough to free himself. I move up the bed and pull my knickers to the side, not even bothering to take them off. I’m so ready for him that it doesn’t take much for him to slide right inside me. We fuck each other ferociously, me meeting him thrust for thrust. It’s as though we have no time to spare and the need in both of us is too much to wait for.

In a matter of minutes, I’m done. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, forcing out those fears and turning my body to mush. I grab his biceps, holding on for dear life and Buckie isn’t that far behind. His own orgasm takes him, and his body turns limp.

“Mmm. We good?” I ask, feeling his dick start to soften inside me.

“Are you kidding? Any time I spend inside you is good.” He laughs.

“Happy to help with your happiness. Let’s get cleaned up and get this place sorted out.”

We get up and head to the bathroom looking like we’ve both been in some kind of accident.

“Looks like I’ll be going home commando,” I say, feeling his come soak my knickers as I walk.

“Oh fuck, that image is going to keep me hard till I see you again on Monday,” he says groaning and smacking my bum cheek.

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We order Chinese food from a little place around the corner from Buckie’s apartment. It helps fuel us to get his place sorted. It doesn’t take us long since he doesn’t have much stuff with him. But what he does have has me taking stock of what his life is like.

His wardrobe is sparse with only a few essential pieces of clothing. And they’re all well worn so I know they’ll be comfort items he’s brought with him. He has his toiletries in a washbag in his bathroom and aside from some new furniture, the place is a blank canvas. It’s not a home yet. In fact it could pass as a luxury suite in a boutique hotel. I know he’ll be used to living like this. He travels a lot for work, so it makes sense to keep things as minimalistic as possible. It’s sad that he’s never been able to put down roots since he’s been away. It makes me happy to know that he’s decided to come home.

“So what time is your flight tomorrow?”

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