Stay For Me - Megan Smith Page 0,42

that Brian guy but for the fucking life of me I can’t figure out why. He treats her like shit, he fucking hits her. I slam my beer down on the bar and Jackie who is working behind the bar tonight glances over at me before she starts up the blender. She eyes Amy and just shakes her head before walking over to get me another beer.

“What are you doing?” She asks while Amy is looking behind her.

“Forgetting shit.”

She just shakes her head and walks away. Jackie picks up another glass and shoots me another glare before returning back to the drink she is making.

I reach for Amy’s hand and pull her up with me. We make our way through the dimly lit stairway, then down the hallway passing a few employees coming out of the break room on our way to my office. They don’t take notice of me and I prefer it that way.

I turn the door knob and usher Amy inside. I twist the lock and forgo turning the lights on. I know my way around my office without them. I’ve been spending a lot of nights here lately sleeping on the couch. Sometimes I’m too tired to drive all the way home, sometimes I like being here hoping Layla will come back after her shift is over.

Amy stands just next to the door which is fine by me. This is going to be quick and then she can go. I press my body against hers and she falls back against the wall. Her hands go to my shirt and start to unbutton it. I grab her wrist and pin her arms above her head and lean in close.

“This is a one-time thing. You understand that, right?”

She squirms under me and I press my erection against her stomach. “Yes.” She moans.

“Good.” I let go of her hands, slide her skirt up over her hips while she works the buttons on my shirt. I reach into my back pocket for my wallet. I pull out a condom and toss my wallet on the floor behind me. I unbutton my jeans and zipper not bothering to push them down and make quick work on rolling the condom on.

Amy’s hands wander up and down my chest. I reach down between her legs moving her panties to the side and find that she’s already wet and ready. This is going to be even faster than I thought. I turn her around to face the door. “Brace yourself.”

She does as she is told and I line myself at her opening and in one quick thrust I enter her. She cries out. I reach around and place my fingers into her greedy mouth trying to get her to shut up. She bites gently on them as I pound into her relentlessly, my other hand that’s holding onto her hip slides between her legs. I rub her clit and she bites down hard on my fingers. Her legs start to tremble and she meets me thrust to thrust. She’s close and so am I.

I straighten her up so that her back is flush against my chest and bite down on her shoulder and it sends her over the edge.

“Oh God,” she cries out over and over again.

That familiar tingling feeling starts and my balls tighten as she clenches down on me.

“Fuck,” I grunt pumping into her slower now as my release hits.

Amy falls forward again bracing herself on the wall beside the door as she catches her breath. I pull out, yank the condom off, tie it and toss it in the trash. I feel fucking sick to my stomach. What the fuck did I just do?

Amy’s turned now; I can feel her eyes on me. I like that it’s dark so that she can’t see that I’m about to lose my shit. The pull of my zipper sounds like it’s echoing in the room. This is the part that I’ve always hated, the awkwardness of being finished and having nothing to say. I feel like a dick, I should probably say thanks but that’s not me. I made it clear that this was a one-time thing. She can’t expect to make conversation. What’s the point? I’ll never speak to her again no matter how many times she comes back.

Amy clears her throat and I can hear the sound of fabric rustling. “I’m gonna go.” She says with a shaky voice.

She stands there for a minute before turning and leaving.

I don’t even acknowledge her,