Page 31 of Indecent Ventures

He moves that big hand up to my neck and wraps it around me. He looks me in the eyes, and I nod.

He applies a small amount of pressure to my neck. As soon as he does, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I come in a way I never have before. I’m so far gone; I don’t think I could tell you my name right now. I think it starts with a J. It might end with an E. I couldn’t tell you what’s in the middle. But I can feel my come pouring out of me onto him.

“Fuck, yes.” He squeezes my neck just a drop more and then holds himself deep inside me as his cock manages to swell, filling me while he comes.

I struggle to breathe as the reality of how hard he’s squeezing my neck sets in. He immediately releases it as I gasp for air.

We both breathe heavily but don’t otherwise move. My whole body is numb from the orgasm.

We’re silent as we both regain our senses.

He’s the only man that’s ever touched my neck. I was surprisingly into it four years ago, and again today. I don’t know why.

Eventually, I lift my arms over his head. I run my fingers and eyes up and down his left arm tattoo, able to see it more clearly now. It’s a crown and heart with hands. “What does this mean?”

That question seems to snap him out of our post-coital bliss. “Nothing I’m interested in discussing.”

He sets me down and pulls out of me, and then removes the condom and leaves the room, likely to dispose of it.

He walks back in with a wet washcloth. He gets down on his knees and wipes between my legs. The water is warm. He’s incredibly tender about it.

What the hell is happening right now? I’ve never seen a man do this.

When he’s done, he looks around the room and gathers my bathing suit and cover. He not only brings them to me, but he helps me back into them.

I’m at a loss for words. I just move my arms and legs as he needs in order to dress me.

When he’s done, I hold up my bound wrists. He nods. “Right. Sorry.”

He removes his pocket knife again and slices the string off me. We stare at each other. I have no idea what to make of it, but now it’s awkward. I don’t need his rejection for a second time.

He starts to speak, “Listen, Jade…” but I hold up my hand.

“Don’t bother. We both know what this was. I needed to be fucked, and you gave it me.” I walk to the door and wave as I leave the room. “I’m heading to the pool. Have a good day, Collin.”

I quickly walk down the hallway, downstairs, and out to the pool. There are several towels on a shelf. I take one, lay it down, stretch out, open my book, and try to forget about the sex god upstairs. I hope I played it cool, not showing that it was the best sex I’ve ever had. Why is he so damn good at it? Why does he turn me on so much? I simply saw him and then acted like a dog in heat.

I consider myself fairly experienced for twenty-two, but nothing I’ve ever done comes close to what just happened with Collin. That second orgasm might permanently mark my soul. It will be the orgasm that all others are measured against. I thought it was amazing four years ago. Today took it to a whole other level.

I take a few long breaths to try to remember what it was. A release. A release of sexual tension from the other night. Maybe four years of sexual tension. I know we both felt it at the bar. Perhaps now we can both move forward.

I hear him working for a few hours, and then silence. I guess he left. I hate that I feel a small pang of hurt that he didn’t bother to say goodbye. That’s not me. I’m the one who says goodbye to men. I said goodbye to him earlier though, so I’m happy about that.

A little while later, I see Reagan walking toward me. She stops at my lounge chair. “Hey. Thanks for bringing me the paperwork.”

“Of course. Thanks for letting me use the pool. It was nice to get a quiet afternoon to myself.”

“Was Collin here when you were? I forgot he was working on the nursery today.”

“Oh, yeah, I think so. He was upstairs hammering away.” I inwardly smile at the truth of that statement. He was hammering all right.

She looks me up and down. “Do you know that you have teeth marks on your boobs?”

I look down and notice them for the first time. I smile as I shrug. “All signs of a good time.”

She lets out a laugh. “It’s going to take one hell of a man to rein you in one day.”

I shake my head. “I’ll never be reined in.”

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