Booty Call(9)By: Amy Brent
I cried out loudly when the orgasm hit me, feeling as though something had knocked me straight off my feet. I was glad I had him to cling to because I feared that if I didn’t I might have fallen from the counter in my shock. The pleasure radiated out across my body, my throat tensing and my body convulsing as it rocked all over me, from top to bottom, pulsating out from my rapidly-clenching pussy and shuddering through my system. All I could to was hang on to him for dear life as I drifted back down to Earth, to find him still moving inside me, a little faster now, as though he himself was getting close. I pulled back and looked at him, still a little slack-jawed, and he leaned forward and kissed me and I felt him finish inside of me as soon as our lips touched, his cock buried deep inside my pussy. He held himself there for a moment before slowly sliding out of me, a grin spreading across his face as he took in my expression.
“Good?” He asked, and all I could do was nod. I slumped back on the bar, a few of the drinks around me clattering, but I couldn’t care less. That had been incredible Beyond incredible. It had been enough to scrub the last memory of Matt from my mind, to remind me just how much the single life could offer to me if I wanted to take up on it. Nathan eyed me, disposed of the condom and readjusted his pants, and went to get himself a drink.
“You want one?” He asked, and I shook my head. It was tempting, but I had work early the next day and had a feeling that he would keep me up the whole rest of the night if he got a chance.
“I should be getting back to my place,” I remarked, looking for my panties and pulling them back on. I could still feel his eyes on me and I couldn’t help but grin to myself. I loved how brazen he was about desiring me. “But thanks, Nathan.”
“Nate,” he corrected me. “You really can’t stay?”
“I really can’t stay,” I assured him, even though I was wavering on that right now. Part of me did want to say and hang out for a little longer, to take in this amazing apartment in all it’s glory, but I knew I had to get back to my place. I had to go home. The last thing I needed was to start getting feelings for this dude, and I knew that it was going to happen if I let it.
“This is just between us, right?” He remarked again, taking a sip of his drink and watching me as I gathered myself. I nodded.
“Just a one-time, just-between-us thing,” I promised him. And it was really as much a promise to myself – that this wasn’t going to any further than it had, that I wasn’t going to let myself get drawn in to him the way I wanted to. He was my boss and besides, I’d be out of that office and done with college for good in a few weeks time. I might not even be in this city much longer. This was just a little fun, something to prove to myself that I wasn’t as uptight as I always acted. He was still watching me, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as though he didn’t want me to go.
“I’ll see you,” he nodded, getting the door, pulling up the elevator for me so I could head back down to the lobby and leave. I looked up at him, at this ridiculously gorgeous man, the one who had just made me come so hard I was pretty sure that I would never fully return to this planet. And I felt this tug, this tug deep in my stomach that told me to stay and give things a chance and see where it went. But I knew I needed to get out of here. The elevator pinged, and I stepped in, smiling to myself as soon as the doors had slid shut behind me. I had done it. First box in the single life ticked off – a crazy-hot hook-up to remind myself that I still had my moxy.
As I sat in the office the day after my hook-up with Nate, I couldn’t get him out of my mind. And that was a problem.
Because this was meant to be nothing more than a bit of fun. Just something to get my mind off all the bullshit that had gone down with Matt the last month or so. But every time I wasn’t specifically doing something there he was at the front of my mind, that cocky grin on his face, the way his breath came out sharply as he moved inside of me. I knew too much about him now to just let go like that. And he knew too much about me – namely, precisely how to make me come so hard that I felt as though I was going to split apart at the seams.