Clarity - Nicole Dykes Page 0,10

retreat from me, it moves with mine.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

I stop moving. “Don’t say that.”

She doesn’t look at me. Thank God. I can’t handle it while I'm buried inside her. Her pussy clenches tightly around me, and she moves her hips back, urging me to move. She doesn’t say another word as I continue fucking her, my hands braced on the wall next to her head.

It’s ridiculous being inside her and still afraid for my body to touch hers, but that’s how she made this possible.

That’s how, minutes later, I’m coming. And then, she’s coming around my cock, screaming my name when she does.

She wasn’t kidding about being a screamer, but I don’t think she was faking with the way she was clenched around me.

I pull out of her and stumble back, walking to the bathroom and disposing of the condom. Hoping like hell she’s gone before I come back out. But of course, she’s not.

She’s getting dressed and tosses me my jeans. I catch them.

“That was oddly hot.”

I stare at her as she pulls her jeans on and then her shirt, followed by the jacket. She grabs a piece of paper and a pen out of her purse, quickly scribbling something on it and leaving it on my couch.

“I guess I lied.”

I look at the paper and see a phone number.

She winks as she opens the door. “Call me sometime. I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

Is this girl for real?

My hands are planted firmly against the stall in the bathroom at the country club as I close my eyes and focus on Rhys’s cock thrusting deep inside me.

Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

I don’t touch him. We don’t talk. I don’t look at him.

HIs hands grip my hips as he continues to impale me with his giant dick. And I love every single second of it. I let my head fall back and wait for the orgasm to come. Because it always does with him.

I’m frustrated from the weak lay the other day. Somehow, even if I’ve never been able to feel his body or look him in the eye while he fucks me, Rhys still knows my body well. His cock presses against that perfect spot inside me over and over again, and I feel it. The tingle runs through my entire body, my fingers want something to grab, but instead I just ball them up into fists against the stall door.

Don’t ask me how we got here. It wasn’t difficult. All it took was a look from both of us after our friends left and it was on. Because Rhys doesn’t use words, and I’ve gotten used to that. Even if I hate him. Even when I’m so fucking angry at him I could scream. It doesn’t matter.

I’m leaving. I needed to say goodbye the only way we can.

Pathetic? Maybe.

But I don’t care. I learned a while ago that when it comes to this hulk of a man, I’m pretty damn pathetic.

When we finish, he removes the condom, tossing it in the trash and zips up. I know there won’t be any words. There rarely are with him.

I tug my skirt back down and exit the stall before even looking at him. I make my way to the sink and wash my hands, making sure to spend a little extra time after touching the stall door.

He washes his hands next to me at the sink, and it almost feels intimate. Us standing at a double sink.

“I’m moving.”

“I heard.” Of course, he did. And of course, he isn’t going to say anything else because why would he?

I don’t mean shit to him. He’s made that pretty fucking clear.

Maybe I don’t even have a right to be mad at him. I knew exactly who he was the first time we hooked up. He hasn’t changed.

I have, and I have no idea when I turned into this chick. Desperate to hear a man tell her he’ll miss her. Hell, that he’ll miss fucking me. Anything. Jesus.

But no. Nothing.

I dry my hands and then turn to face him. “Well, thanks for another great fuck.”

I start to leave, but he catches my arm. I look at the spot where his hand is on my elbow, and like an idiot, I actually take pleasure in the touch.

Jesus, what the fuck did I let him turn me into?

I yank out of his hold, and he just stands there, looking at me with the dark expression I’m so used to. “What?”

“Be careful.”

I snort. “I’m not scared of