“Hmmm. . .”
“Interesting?”
“Maybe. Keep going.”
“The next thing I love to savor is her smell—and the magical thing is that every woman smells differently. Her hair, her skin, every part of her has its own smell that you take in when you breathe her in, and it stays inside your nose. But as amazing as those both are, they’re not even the best part.”
“What’s the best part then?”
“The touch. The feel. The way her skin against mine makes me feel. Her cheek against mine. Her hands running through my hair. Her soft breasts pressing into my chest. The feeling of her is everything. Then, of course, the payoff. The sex. The thing that’s ten times better when you experience everything else that comes before it—the main course to some pretty amazing appetizers.”
“Wow.”
“What? Did I say something wrong? You said to use whatever language I wanted.”
“No. You didn’t say a thing wrong—not at all. That was. . . unexpected.”
“Well I’m glad to surprise you. I meant it.”
“I know. I can tell when someone’s not being truthful. I know you meant every word of that.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“I really do, Kylo. But not on here. I’m shutting my mic off now.”
Tori
“Why did we stop?” he asks. “Did I say something wrong?”
It’s a valid question, but I’m not going to answer it, even though that answer is ‘absolutely not, Cormac, you said everything right.’ I’m done talking, and I’m taking a hiatus from thinking. I don’t know what’s come over me, but all I want right now is his body.
He’s sitting where he sat during our last interview—across on the other side of the couch from me. His eyes are sparkling, and after listening to his words, I see him differently. My body wants his like a starving woman wants a plate of food, and since I’ve just shut off the rational part of my brain, that’s exactly what I’m going to get.
I pounce on him, and bury my face deep in his neck. He smells amazing. That musk of his gets me every time, only this time I’m going to do something about it. I start sucking on his neck hard, and I half expect him to pull me off and ask me what the hell I’m doing, but he only does half of that.
He does pull me off, but only to flip me over and end up on top of me on the couch. One of my arms and legs are draped off the side, and he positions his body between my legs. As soon as he does, the fact that I’m dripping wet becomes acute to me, and I start to become aware of my entire body in a way I’m not used to at all. I’m an intellectual—I use my brain for most things, and my body is always just kind of there to carry my head around. I’ve never been this aware of every sensation before—every nerve ending, all the little hairs on the back of my neck, and the throbbing that’s happening between my legs. It’s all coming into sharp focus as he takes his turn and buries his face in my neck.
The pressure of him feels incredible. I wrap my free arm and leg over his huge back and squeeze as I pull him down even closer, until there’s no space between our bodies. He keeps working his mouth over every inch of my neck, using his lips and his tongue perfectly. The heat in my body is growing with every second that passes, and pretty soon I’m going to need him to take this to the next level.
I don’t have to wait long. I feel his hand descend from the side of my face, along the side of my breast, past my hip, and over between our bodies. I’m wearing a skirt that he lifts up easily, moves my soaking wet underwear to the side and puts his finger deep inside of me. I gasp. I haven’t felt this in so long that it takes a second to get used to, but, once I do, I never want him to stop.
He keeps his finger moving slowly in and out of me, and with his thumb he circles my clit in slow, powerful strokes. Once he starts doing that, I can’t sit still any longer. It’s like I’m possessed—my body starts to move beneath him. My back arches and I make the kind of noises you only hear in movies. I never want him to stop.
He leans his face next to my ear while he fingers me. “How does that feel?”
“Amazing. It feels amazing, Cormac. Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I don’t plan to.”
“Oh, fuck!”
He sits up and takes off his shirt, and that’s when I get my first full view of his upper body. He’s a Greek god. He’s not even flexing and I can see his pecs and six pack right in front of me. I reach out and put my hands on his chest so that I can feel him, and it feels like he’s chiseled out of stone.
He puts his face next to my ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I ever saw you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
That’s all I need to hear, because I know that he really means it. “Fuck me, Cormac. Right now!”
He stands up from the couch and finishes undressing. His shirt is already gone, which only leaves the clothing that’s hiding the good parts from me. He takes off his pants quickly, like he can’t wait any longer to have me. His underwear follows, and that’s when I get a good look at what I’m about to experience. I don’t have a lot to compare it to, but I don’t need experience to know how massive he is. “Are you ready?” he asks.
I sit up and take my clothes off. Normally I’d feel self-conscious sitting here as naked as the day I was born in front of a man I don’t know that well, but Cormac doesn’t give me any weird feelings like that. I feel comfortable. More than comfortable, it feels perfect.
He stands me up and turns me around. I fall on my hands and my ass goes up in the air. In seconds he’s inside me—his strong hands using my shoulders for leverage as I feel his long, hard cock penetrate me again and again. He slides his hands to my hips. He’s so big!
I close my eyes and relax my body completely. He can do whatever he wants to me right now.
We’re shaking the entire couch. With every single thrust we move a little more, until we’re both off balance. He pulls out and I turn around and put my back against the back of the couch. He takes my ankles and spreads me open slowly before dropping to his knees in front of me.
His tongue hits the right spot, and he makes these small circles with it, making me even more wet. Before I know it, his finger slides back inside of me as he worships me with his tongue, making me sweat. He lays me down on my back again and puts his giant manhood back inside me. It slips in with no effort at all, and he fucks me faster and harder than I’ve ever experienced.
“Are you close?” he asks. “I want to make sure you come.”
Normally I’d just fake it, like I used to do with my ex, but he’s broken down all of the walls I built to keep men at a distance, so I tell him the truth. “I’ve. . . I’ve never.”
“What?” He’s still inside of me, moving in and out really slowly while his body hovers over mine and he looks deep into my eyes.
“I’ve never come before. Not like this.”
“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?”
He stands up, and I don’t know why. My body feels empty and cold without him on top of it. “Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
He lifts me up like I weigh nothing and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and then walks to the closet. After rummage around for a second, I see him take out my suitcase and throw it down on the ground. Then I realize what he’s doing. How did he know? Eh, who cares?
He’s got BOB in his hands—in all his huge, vibrating glory. “This might be able to help in that department.”
Cormac comes back to the bed and lays down next to me. He looks around for how to turn it on. I grab it. “Here.” With a click of my fingers, the light buzzing sound begins to fill the room. Cormac gets this huge, mischievous grin on his face, like he just discovered a new continent. He puts BOB next to my leg and climbs back between my legs.
In seconds he’s back inside me, and we’re going at it again. It feels incredible. But it’s nothing compared to what I think
is about to happen when I feel him reach over. He sits up, still inside me, and as he thrusts in and out, he places BOB right over my clit and I feel like I’m going to explode.
He keeps fucking me, looking down into my eyes with those beautiful blue orbs of his while he does. His left hand is on my breast, playing with my sensitive nipples while he rubs BOB over me gently. I feel the intensity building. At first, it’s a slow burn, but quickly it becomes an inferno, and my entire body gets involved. I feel hot, flushed, and there’s a happy pressure building by the second between my legs that’s about to give way.
Cormac turns up the speed on BOB, and my body follows along on the ride. It’s happening so fast now that I know it’s going to happen any second. Oh, my God, I can feel myself starting to shake. I’m about to. . .
“Oh, fuck!!!!”
I come so hard that I feel like I’m in a trance—some Buddhist monk level meditative state where I lose all sense of self, and all I’m conscious of is the exploding happening inside of my body. It only lasts a few seconds, but when it’s over I have the most satisfied feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.
When I open my eyes, I see Cormac ready to explode himself. He pulls out, and now it’s his turn to experience the kind of pleasure I just did. I sit up and take all of him in my mouth. He’s huge, but I fit every inch of his throbbing hardness inside, all the way to the back of my throat. I can feel the little spasms his cock is making as I use my mouth to bring him closer.
He leans back and grabs my head as I blow him. He’s moving around like a wild animal, screaming my name as his cock fills my willing mouth. It doesn’t take long. “I’m going to come so fucking hard right now!”
He pulls himself out of my mouth a split second before he explodes all over me. All over my chest, my hands, and even on my face. His whole body tightens as he shoots his hot cum all over me.
He collapses next to me. We’re both breathing like we just ran the New York City marathon, only instead of soreness and pain, all I feel is happy and warm.
“I guess we made all three?” he says.
“What do you mean? All three of what?”
“Kisses. You met the quota we agreed on.”
I stop and think for a second. “I don’t think I did, actually. We didn’t kiss.”
“We didn’t?”
“Think back for a second.”
He sits up and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds. “You know, you’re right. We just had some no-kiss sex.”
“I think we did.”
“And you know what that means, don’t you?”
I know what he’s going to say before he says it. And for once, I’m happy about that.
“Yeah, yeah,” I joke. “I still owe you one.”
“You sure do.”
Tori
Thursday, July 20th
So, I think I’m in love with orgasms.
I never understood the big deal before.
Now I get it. I really get it. In fact, I got it twice last night thanks to the magic of Cormac’s fingers, tongue and that amazing cock of his.
I finally understand what the expression ‘post coital bliss’ refers to, because I totally feel blissful right now. The room still smells like a combination of sex and that man musk that comes off of Cormac—I love that smell, he should bottle and sell it. Every woman in the world would buy it.
I really never thought that I’d end up in bed with him when we started this whole thing. But then again, there were a lot of things I thought of differently before I met him.
Right now he’s in the shower, and I’m being super lazy, taking my sweet time to stretch out my arms and legs in what might be the most comfortable bed in history. Seriously, I’m not this kind of person, but I could literally lie in here all day.
But I can’t actually do that—I have a vlog I want to do, so I have to get my butt up and get ready as soon as Cormac’s out of the shower.
I head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee now that Shoshana showed me how. A little caffeine can go a long way in the morning. Not that I need it—I’m still high off of last night. The smell of him is still all over me and when I close my eyes I can see him on top of me. I stand next to the coffee maker and picture it, reliving every moment. I don’t want to open my eyes, I just want to live inside that memory for as long as I can.
I do open them when the loud vibration of Cormac’s phone rouses me from my remembering. He must have left it out to charge. I look down and see the text. Who’s texting him first thing in the morning? Jesus, listen to me—I’m having girlfriend thoughts. I don’t mean to be nosey but I can’t help but look down. I read what’s on the screen.
Maryanne: Great seeing you the other day. I loved reconnecting. You looked great. I loved our talk. You said you wanted to get dinner? How about you come by my place tonight? Let me know. I’ll get some wine and we can talk about my new book like we discussed.
What the holy fuck is this? I can’t believe my eyes.
In the time it takes for the rest of the hot water to drip itself into the pot, I’ve re-read that message about seven times. Each time my heart rate gets faster and faster, and I feel a range of emotions from frustration to anger to curiosity. Who the hell is Maryanne? Why is she getting dinner with Cormac? And he looked good? Who is the woman?
I check myself when my internal dialogue shifts from girlfriend thoughts to petty jealous girlfriend thoughts. I take a deep breath as I pour my coffee. First of all, Tori, you’re not his girlfriend, you’re just his fake girlfriend. Second, you had sex once—and no matter how amazing it felt—and it was amazing—you’re not in an actual relationship with this man. And third, you secretly read his texts on a phone that he left in here right before he slept with you.
I’m not convincing myself of anything. I wish the rational part of my brain was working, but all I’m feeling is jealously. I know what I should do. I’m going to drink my coffee, and when he gets out of the shower I’ll talk to him about it. Or maybe I shouldn’t. Jesus, I don’t know what to do. Is this what relationships are like? Confusion, suspicion, not knowing how to act in different situations? Uhh...
I leave my cup of coffee. I don’t want it any more. I get dressed as fast as I can and head out the door before he’s even out of the shower. I called him a coward, but I’m the one who feels like a coward right now. I should have stayed and said something to him—asked him what the text was about? Asked him who Maryanne is, and asked why her text sounds like there’s more going on with them than just friendship. But I don’t. I walk out, angry and jealous and wondering why I ever started this experiment in the first place.
I have one last recording that I need to do with him, but right now I don’t want to think about it. I just feel like crying. God, this is so not like me! I’m every female stereotype that I hate right now, but I can’t help the way that I feel. Before I back out of the driveway, I take out my phone and text him so he doesn’t think anything’s wrong.
Me: Hey. I had to run out. Have a meeting this morning. Let’s do the final interview tonight.
Now all there’s left to do is obsess over my crazy thoughts of him and this chick Maryanne. How the hell did I let myself get here?
Cormac
Last night was amazing.
I’m the first to admit that I was wrong about everything I thought about Tori. She showed me a completely different version of herself last night, and it’s a version that I love being around.
She doesn’t know this, but I’m going into the office today to read the rest of her book, only now I’m going to look at everything with fresh eyes and a more open mind. If I like what I read, I’m going to offer her a publishing contract.
I’m not telling her any of that though. I want it to be a surprise.
Cynthia has one of those cool showers with jets on all sides of you, so I spent a little extra time letting the steaming hot water hit every part of my body. I have to get one of these at my place. When I step out
, the bathroom is a white cloud. I towel off quickly and open the door to see. . . an empty bedroom?
“Tori?” I call out. Maybe she’s in the kitchen. “Tori?” Nothing. I dry off completely, throw on my boxer briefs, and look around the house. She’s nowhere to be found and I start to worry. I was only in there like fifteen or twenty minutes, where the hell could she have gone?
I forgot that my phone was charging in the kitchen. There’s a text on here from. . . Maryanne? What the hell does she want? She can wait. I scroll down looking for a text from Tori. There it is. Oh, she had a meeting. I text her back.
Me: No worries. I understand. And yeah, tonight is perfect.
When I’m done, I go through my other texts. There’s one from Maxwell, saying that he had a great time the other night and telling me for the second time how hot he thinks Shoshana was.
Me: I’ll put in a good word. Btw I have to tell you about last night with Tori. Hit me up.
Then I look at my last text, from the woman herself. I read it twice, and by the second time I realize how crazy that bitch really is. She’s twisted every part of the conversation we had the other day at Starbucks. Dinner? Talk about books? She thought I actually wanted to see her again after I spent the whole conversation last time telling her the opposite.
Me: I’m surprised you wanted to see me again after our tense coffee encounter.
It’s pretty early in the morning, so I don’t expect her to write me back, but I see the bubbles at the bottom of my screen. Guess being a bestselling author leaves her more free time that I thought. About two seconds later my phone vibrates.
Maryanne: Of course I want to see you again. I want to talk about my newest book. I was thinking of using your company again, if you’d have me.
Holy shit. The audacity of that woman. She used me, broke my heart, got famous off the resources and opportunities that we gave her, and then jumped ship to our biggest rival. Now she wants to come back? Was she using me the other day when we were in line at Starbucks?
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