"Well, you cook in the kitchen. Sometimes people have sex in the kitchen, or other strange places. It's a very logical thought process." I could hear his smile.
"Yes, very logical, obviously," I giggled. "Um, craziest place, huh?" I was racking my brain. Josh and I had never been the adventurous types, and all my one night stands had pretty much been in a bed. You'd think with the recent uptick in activity, I'd have some good story to tell him.
"Honestly, nowhere super crazy," I responded. "What about you?"
"I'd have to probably say the library in college. I was hooking up with a girl that worked there."
"I have to imagine that would be pretty hot. You'd have to try to be quiet, not just because you're in public, but because it's a library after all. You wouldn't want some old librarian to come 'shh' you, and discover you with your ass hanging out and your cock in a girl." I suddenly pictured laying across a broad wooden table with him bent over me. That would be really fucking sexy.
"Ha, yeah, it was pretty hot. But I'm not liking the fact that you don't have a story for me. I think we should do something about that." My pulse quickened at the thought.
"You don't think that the guest bed at an acquaintance's house counts? I see him every week at work. I am going to have to look him in the eye each time I bring him a drink, knowing he knows I had sex in his bed, on his sheets. I think that in itself is pretty crazy." I hadn't thought about that before. I cringed, thinking about going back to work. "Maybe I should offer to wash the sheets or something."
He chuckled. "I wouldn't worry about Ben. He won't hold anything like that against you. And as far as the sheets, he already instructed me to wash them tomorrow."
"What? Seriously? You had this conversation already? That was a little presumptuous of you." Even though you were right...
"And look, I turned out to be right, like I always am," he grinned.
"One of these days I'm going to prove you wrong, just to spite you," I giggled.
His lips traced a trail up my shoulder to my neck. "I look forward to that."
Goosebumps sprang up all over my skin. His hands ran over my sensitive flesh, nearing my sex.
Time for round three.
Chapter 11
Four a.m.
The pads of his index and middle fingers reached down between my legs, settling in against my most sensitive area. He pressed and circled me as his mouth came to my ear. He took the lobe between his teeth, biting down gently at first, and then harder and harder. His teeth grazed with the same rhythm of his hand below. It was driving me insane.
I reached my hand behind me, grabbing his thickness and starting to stroke him. The skin of his dick was so warm and soft. I wanted to just shove it in, but again with the whole condom thing. I suddenly realized I had only brought one.
"Do you have another condom?" I asked breathily, praying that he said yes.
His hand paused for a second, then quickly resumed. "No," he groaned.
God damn it.
What were we going to do? I wanted him badly, so badly it was making my groin ache. I backed myself up so that when I stroked him, I was bringing him close to my opening. I pulled my hand away from him momentarily so I could get some of my wetness on my palm to stroke him better. I felt hot and wet as his fingers continued their current work. But I wanted more. I didn't want to just mess around. I needed him inside me again. I guided his erection to my opening, pushing it in slightly. I knew it was wrong, but that in itself was turning me on even more.
"Are you on birth control?" he whispered.
"Yeah, the shot," I replied. I was throbbing, just feeling him at my entrance.
"Are you ok if I fuck you without a condom then?"
Oh god yes.
"I get tested a lot, so I know I don't have anything," he said.
Shut up. Put it in.
"Me too," I said quickly. "So fuck me already."
I could hear his grin as he gripped my top hip and pushed himself fully into me.
"Fuck, it feels so good to be inside you without any barriers," he groaned.
Yeah it did. And it had been a long time since I had done that with anyone. I steadied myself by grasping the pillow as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His top arm wrapped back around me, his hand sliding up my arm until he reached my hand. His fingers laced with mine. I felt so close to him, literally and figuratively. His entire body was intertwined with mine; our movements were so in sync. I realized we were being somewhat quieter this time; all I could hear was the rhythmic sound of our breathing. Was he feeling this too?
He squeezed my hand and kissed my neck, almost seeming to answer my question. Yes, something about this was different. Physically, it was feeling just as amazing as the other times, but emotionally, it was more intense. The realization made my groin respond quickly. My muscles started to clench as the pleasure quickly built up.
"Todd," I whispered.
"Yes, baby?"
"This feels so incredible," I cried softly.
He squeezed my hand again, bringing our arms close to my chest. "Yes it does, Shannon," he groaned. He kissed the back of my head tenderly. I hadn't felt this close to a person in a very long time. When Josh and I first started dating, that was the last time I even remotely felt this way. Something about us just clicked. I felt my body swiftly escalating. With each thrust, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing became more and more ragged as his grip on me tightened.
"Oh, I'm gonna come now," he moaned softly.
"Me too," I whispered as my body clenched around him, my muscles spasming in ecstasy. I felt his hotness being released inside of me, now that we didn't have a condom. The thought of it made my orgasm even more intense. I clutched his hand to my chest, trying to recover.
We laid there quietly together, allowing our heartbeats and breathing to regulate. His arms and legs were still mixed in with mine; I didn't want to let go. What the hell had just happened?
He slowly started to pull back, removing himself from me. His hand came up, brushing my hair back as he gently kissed my cheek. I felt like I could melt. I grinned into the darkness.
"At least this time, you don't have to get up and leave the room," I said.
He chuckled, placing his hand on my shoulder, trying to turn me toward him. I shifted my body, rotating until we were face to face again. His soft lips met mine.
"That was amazing," he said briefly. I didn't need to respond; he knew how I felt. We just kept kissing each other softly. I savored the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. Shortly after, we finally drifted off to sleep.
The morning came way too quickly. It had been almost five a.m. by the time we went to sleep, but my body was just used to the seven a.m. wake up call. And once I woke up, I needed to be alone to fall back to sleep. Todd looked so peaceful, sleeping next to me. His lips were parted, and his hair was the perfect amount of messy. With the way the sunlight was hitting the wall behind us, I could see my handprints. I grinned, remembering how awesome everything had felt. Really, how awesome the whole night had been. He had completely caught me off guard.
I slowly shifted off the bed, not wanting to wake him. Not because I wanted to get the hell out of there, but because I truly wanted him just to keep sleeping. What was wrong with me? Was I developing feelings for him? Did he have any for me? I shook my head as I got dressed. Probably not. He was a serial player, and really, so was I, anymore.
But I had to admit that something had struck a chord with me. I decided to put the ball in his court. I saw his phone on the floor next to his jeans. I grabbed it, entering myself as a contact. I made it so that would be the first thing he saw when he opened the phone. There, if he wanted to get a hold of me, he could. And if he didn't, then oh well. I had a great time. I shook my head as I left the room. Yeah right, who was I kidding? I really wanted to see him again.
I snuck out the front door, taking the elevator down to my car. I couldn't contain my grin as memories of t
he night kept replaying in my head. I decided to give him my first official ten for the evening.
When I got home to my apartment, I instinctively walked to the kitchen first. I opened the cabinet door, eyeing the tequila. Todd was right, tequila makes you forget. And last night was something I wanted to remember. I shut the door, and made my way to my bedroom. I plugged my phone into my charger, keeping it close to my head. I climbed under the blankets, and fell back to sleep, hoping that when I woke up, I'd have a message from him.
I woke up several hours later. A ripple of excitement shot through me as I picked up my phone. I hesitated for a moment before unlocking it. Blank. No new messages.
My heart sunk. What had I been expecting? It was three p.m. the day after. What guy would call that quickly? No guy, that's who. Even if there had been a connection, no guy would act that fast. Plus, the connection had probably just existed in my head anyway. I cringed at myself for even getting my hopes up in the first place.
I quickly got up and showered before work. Stupid stupid stupid. This is why you don't get emotionally involved! As I blow dried my hair, I pictured him getting out of bed, most likely relieved I wasn't there. He probably walked over to his phone, snickering when he saw my number in there. What I should expect is a "Whatcha up to?" text at two a.m. some random weekend. That is if he didn't already delete the number. I could barely look at myself as I finished getting ready. I kept stewing over how stupid I had been as I drove to the bar. I walked in, trying to switch to my work mindset. The usual football crowd was gathered.
"Hey Shannon, how's it going?" Johnny asked as I joined him.
"Great," I lied, plastering a smile on my face.
"Good to hear. Any headway on our little project we've been working on?" he grinned.
With my own events of the night, I had almost completely forgotten about Lacey. How had things worked out for them? I wished I had her number.
"I don't know for sure, but they spent time together last night. So I hope so!"
"I hope so too," he smiled. "Well I'm gonna head in back. Let me know if you need anything."
"Will do," I replied, still forcing my smile.
He headed into his office as I turned to face the night ahead of me. At least it was busy enough to distract me from my thoughts. But throughout the evening, I kept feeling phantom buzzes from my back pocket. Each time I checked my phone though, there was nothing. My disappointment started shifting to anger. Not at him, but with myself. I knew what I was getting into with a guy like him. Tod-uh-duh. Male Model. The thought of any feelings whatsoever should never have even entered my brain. Time to chalk it up to an awesome night of hot sex and move on. Back to packing my Lucky Bag and creating fake personas.
After work, I went back to my apartment, heading directly for the kitchen. I grabbed the tequila and a shot glass, and sank down on my sofa. My eyes darted around the room for a distraction. It was eerily quiet. I flipped on the TV, finding some filthy reality TV show, and poured myself shot after shot. I began to idly wonder if everything he had said to me was even true, or had he loaded me up with sob stories just so he could fuck me? Had I just been a game to him?
I cringed, downing another shot. I had promised myself I wouldn't get into a situation like this again. I tossed the glass onto the coffee table, hearing it crash and watching it roll off the edge. At this point, the room was starting to spin, and nausea was threatening at the corners of my consciousness. Time to pass out. I got up, stumbling as I tried to remain upright, and stepped into the bedroom. I didn't even bother getting under the blankets as my head hit the pillow. My concerns and feelings floated away as I entered a sea of blackness.
I woke up suddenly, looking up at the ceiling. I had to close my eyes again; everything was swirling round and round. I gripped the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger, trying to will away the waves of nausea that rolled over me. But it was no use. I knew I needed to be sick. I sat up and bolted for the bathroom. I barely made it in time before all the tequila and anything else that may have still been in my stomach came back up. I sat on the cold bathroom floor, curled up around the toilet, retching until there was nothing left. My throat burned and my eyes were watering. I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped away a long strand of spit. The taste in my mouth was awful. It had been a long time since I had thrown up. And why was I going through this? Because I had drank myself into oblivion over some guy. Stupid.
I stood once I thought I was finally done, and threw cold water on my face. I still had four hours until I had to be at work. I climbed back into bed, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the light, and fell back to sleep.
My usual three p.m. alarm went off, waking me up. I felt better, but I was starving after everything had left my stomach earlier this morning. I took a long hot shower, letting the remaining toxins be steamed out. I wrapped myself in my towel, and headed for the kitchen. What I really wanted was a big greasy burrito, but I settled on a turkey sandwich and some yogurt. The blandness of it had my stomach turning, but I didn't have a choice. I finished getting ready, and threw on a tight pink tee shirt and dark jeans with a cute pair of heels. For some reason, hot pink always seemed to lift my spirits. I took one brief look at my phone before stepping out the door. No messages. At least this time, I didn't have a pang of disappointment shooting through me. Time to move on, back to my usual routine. I had considered packing my Lucky Bag and going out tonight, but I thought I should give my liver a break.
I made my way to Johnny's. It didn't seem very busy, but I was definitely ok with that. I kept mostly to myself at first, only responding to chit chat as opposed to instigating it. That was until Lacey came in to visit. I instantly perked up when I saw her enter the room. What had happened with Ben?
"Hiya Lacey," Johnny smiled.
"Hi," she replied as she slid onto a stool. "I'll have a glass of the cabernet."
"Coming right up," he said, stepping away.
"Oh and Ben should be here soon, so you could probably get his usual ready too," she said, slinking down, a look of embarrassment on her face.
Holy crap! Were they together now?
"Oh really?" I asked excitedly.
Her grin was as wide as her face and her cheeks were bright pink.
"Well that look there answers my question," I giggled.
"Yes, we are officially dating," she smiled, looking away.
I hopped over to her. "Oh my god, I'm so excited! When?"
"Just last night," she answered. She toyed with the strap on her purse shyly.
I was so ecstatic for her. I grinned at Johnny secretly; our plan had worked!
"What about you and Todd?" she asked.
Shit. That's right. I wondered what he had told Ben about me. I looked down, brushing away a wrinkle in my shirt. "Well I haven't heard from him since that night. Not that I was expecting to, but whatever. Sorry if we disturbed you guys," I smiled sheepishly. I recalled not being able to control my volume very well.
She laughed. "It's all good, my friend. How was it?" She wiggled her eyebrows.
For a split second, I considered lying, saying he wasn't that good. But I could feel the blush invading my cheeks and I knew she would see right through me. "Awesome," I whispered.
I felt a sense of relief, talking to her about it. I wanted to continue, but I saw Ben walk in the front door. Oh god, I wasn't ready to face him. And I really wasn't ready for him to tell me anything I didn't want to hear regarding Todd. I stepped away quickly, pretending to be busy as he approached Lacey, wrapping his arm around her. God, they were too damn cute.
I watched from the other end of the bar as they talked and laughed, enjoying their drinks and each other's company. How sweet, to be in the beginning of a relationship. I vaguely missed that feeling: the excitement, the high, really. But it always went away.
I continued just keeping busy, or at least acting busy until I saw Ben get up and leave. Lacey stayed behind, ordering another glass of wine. I ran over to
her.
"So, spill it! What happened between you two?" I asked.
She grinned, bringing her wine to her lips. "Well, that night we still hung out in the living room for a bit once you two left." She glared at me teasingly. "And once you got busy, we decided to go to his bedroom where we couldn't hear your escapades."
I grimaced, bringing my hand to my forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Seriously, you're fine. It kind of helped, forcing us to be together, you know?"
I grinned. "That was my plan all along."
"Uh-huh, sure. That's why," she giggled. "So, when we got to the bedroom, we started making out."
I gasped, bringing my hands to my mouth.
"God, it was really hot. But then I got all crazy, worrying if we were going too fast and like an idiot, I made us stop." She looked up at me with shame in her eyes.
"What?" I cried. "You were making out with Ben in his bed, and you stopped it from going further?" Oh, honey.
This time, she grimaced. "Yes. I was such an idiot. So that night, we just slept together again. But the next day..."
"Oh my god, tell me tell me tell me!" I bounced up and down with excitement.
"The next day, he came down to my apartment while my family was visiting from Minneapolis. He totally fit right in and we had a great time. And for some reason, seeing him in that environment made everything click. I realized I was being stupid for worrying, and I decided to put an end to it right then and there."
"With your family there?" I exclaimed.
"Oh my god, no! After they left!" she laughed.
I giggled. "Ok good. So go on, tell me more!"
"Ok, so after my family left, we hooked up, just doing oral sex and what not."
"Ah! How was it?" I interrupted.
Her cheeks flushed with color. "Amazing. That was the first time anyone had ever made me come."
"What? Seriously?" I looked at her in disbelief.
"Yes. I mean, I could do it myself. But no one had ever done it for me. Until then," she grinned, trying to cover it up with her wine glass.
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