Page 34 of Just The Sex

Scene 28

Promise me at the end of the week this will end?

Quinn & Merritt

My heart is throbbing as Merritt kicks the bedroom door closed, a feeling I’m familiar with, and I begin to worry that this won’t stop at the end of the week. But it has to. I’m not ready for another relationship. Merritt is great; he really is, but…it can only be about the sex for both of our sakes, and I’m starting to feel more for him when I shouldn’t be.

He sets my wet body down in the bathroom as he turns the shower on, and I blurt out, “Promise me at the end of the week this will end?”

He looks back, caught off guard and a little confused, and responds, “Yeah, why would you think it wouldn’t?” I look around the bathroom, searching within myself for the words to say to him, and he cups my face. “What’s the matter, Quinn?”

“Nothing, just promise me that at the end of the week, this will end.”

“You know it will. We live in two different states and lead crazy busy lives.”

I nod registering his words. “We good?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now don’t ruin this moment. Remember what you said when I met you?” I shake my head, only able to remember him walking in on me shirtless and the feeling of sheer shock that a stranger saw me half-naked. “You told me, ‘This vacation is about unwinding and letting go.’ Now that’s what you need to do. Give in to what your body wants and stop worrying about the rest, okay?”

I nod as he takes both of his hands and cups my cheeks, studying my lips before he leans into them and kisses me. The gesture is so tender and sweet that I melt into him, letting all my fears of betrayal and hurt wash away.

This won’t go past this week; it won’t.

Slowly, he takes one of his hands and slides it down my body, untying my swimming suit at every point where it’s knotted. As it falls from my cold skin, I stand naked, and he removes his shorts joining me, his cock bobbing as it springs free.

Then he steps into the shower, and I gladly follow. His dark brown eyes glimmer in the low light of the bathroom and I try to listen to his words. Letting go of all the shit that has happened to me, that’s made me so guarded. This is just a week of sex, and that’s it.

The warm water pelts my skin as Merritt takes each of my breasts into his hands and licks the nipple of one and then the other. I knot my fingers into his hair and reach for his cock with my other hand, gripping him hard around the base of his shaft. He groans from my touch and as I begin to jerk my hand, pleasing him, he pulls my body towards his and then slides inside of me.

“Oh God,” I cry out.

“Let me hear you,” he commands, and I moan into his ear, making sure that I keep my noises under control, so the rest of the house doesn’t hear as they were obviously interested in what we were doing. As we stand fucking, his big cock rubbing me right where I like, I focus only on the pleasure, because that is what this is all about.

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