I gasped as the tension broke. My hips jerked and my head fell back. "Jay!"
His hands clutched both of my hips, urging me to move up and down in a quick rhythm. The change in his thrusts made stars dance before my eyes and my climax swelled further.
I heard him groan deep in his throat. The desperate grasp of his fingers eased and his straining muscles relaxed.
We came together. During my first time.
I fell forward on top of him and laid my head on the pillow next to his. We were both breathing hard and damp with sweat.
"That was..." I had no words so I let the sentence trail off.
J.J. skimmed his hand down my spine to the top of my buttocks. "Amazing. Mind-blowing. Better than I could have dreamed."
I grinned and settled in closer. "Nice."
He pinched my butt, which made me giggle. "Just nice?"
"Well, I didn't hear cymbals crashing or see fireworks exploding, so you missed the magnificent mark just a bit."
He pinched my other cheek and I squirmed, laughing.
"Okay, so it was better than nice," I admitted, glad my face was turned away so he couldn't see it. I didn't want him to know exactly how amazing it had been.
I shifted again, surprised that his length was still firm inside me. Not as hard as he'd been before, but not completely soft either.
"I need to take care of the condom," he murmured.
I lifted my head and looked down at him. "Kiss me first."
The corner of his mouth curved just before he obliged me.
3
I would remember my night with J.J. for the rest of my life.
It was everything I could have hoped for my first time.
He ended up staying the night because it was after three when we finished for the second time and took a quick shower.
Then, he woke me up around ten in the morning with his mouth between my legs. That was something else I would never forget.
Before I could return the favor, he got a call on his cell phone from his office. I had no idea what they expected him to do on a Sunday, but he said he had to drive back to Dallas so he could go into the office. At first, I wondered if he was lying, but he kissed me like he didn't want to leave.
"If we weren't in the middle of a huge crisis, I would tell them I quit." Then, he kissed me again. "Maybe I should just quit anyway."
I nudged him away when he released my mouth. "No, you have a job to do. Go do it."
He dressed and left, but not before he promised to call me.
Once he was gone and the orgasm glow faded, I realized that it was probably a good thing that J.J. had to leave. Being around him clouded my mind and my judgment. This was supposed to be a one-night-stand, not the beginning of a relationship. I'd let the heady rush of physical pleasure derail me in less than twelve hours.
I had to stay away from J.J. because he destroyed my common sense.
It shouldn't be too difficult. He lived in Dallas, an hour and a half away. I worked two jobs, both part-time, but they definitely added up to more than forty hours a week. I wouldn't have time to make the drive to see him once a month, much less once a week.
And his work schedule was just as crazy as mine. I knew because I'd overhead Scott mention it a few times.
Yes, it was for the best that he'd left.
So, when he texted and called for the next couple of weeks, I always answered, but politely brushed him off after a few moments of conversation. I appreciated that he didn't want me to feel let down after our...encounter, but I wasn't stupid.
And not hurt in the slightest.
What I didn't count on was Sierra and Ben getting married two weeks after Cameron and Brody. They'd had a casual backyard barbeque to celebrate it, which meant that I spent the evening dodging him.
It seemed that he got the message after the wedding because the calls and texts stopped completely.
I was relieved. Definitely relieved. And not disappointed at all.
As quickly as it began, our connection ended.
That was why it was such a shock when I saw him again just a couple of short weeks after that barbeque-slash-wedding. It was a weekday and he should have been in Dallas, not in Farley.