Wedding Date (Dating #6) - Monica Murphy Page 0,28
around him, gripping him tight.
“I’m gonna come too,” he admits. “Hold on.”
I don’t get why he told me to hold on until I do. His movements become completely out of control, grunting every time he pushes inside me. I give up on stroking myself and just hang on for the ride, overwhelmed by his movements, how he takes complete command over me and I let him do it. This entire experience tonight has been so unlike any I’ve ever experienced…
A shuddery groan escapes him as he stills above me, and I open my eyes once more to watch as he falls apart. And he does so with complete abandon. His quaking body is a beautiful sight and he pushes inside me so deep, I feel the spasms take me over too.
Two orgasms created by one cock, I didn’t think that was possible.
I think I’m in heaven.
Ten
Kelsey
We still on for the BBQ at my parents’ house?
I stare at the text from my newest sexual partner and good friend, wondering how I should respond. Hating how unsure this all makes me feel.
What happened last night between us was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Which is absolutely mind blowing, considering who I had sex with. Sweet, unassuming Theo. My friend. The guy I had no real sexual feelings toward until last night. Who knew he was such a savage? He fucked me like he didn’t care about my feelings, and honestly?
So hot.
After it happened, once our heart rates calmed and our breath settled, he hurriedly pulled his clothes back on and said he had to leave. I nodded in understanding, grabbing the thin throw blanket that was draped across the back of the couch and wrapping myself up in it so I wasn’t the only naked one in the room. He offered me a kind smile, said “see you tomorrow” like no big thing, and slipped out through the front door.
That was it. No, thanks for the fuck, or even I had a good time. Nothing.
We had sex, he made me come twice, and then he left.
Way too easy, right? I know for a fact he’s an emotional guy. He cares—sometimes too much. He can do long-term relationships, which means he knows how to catch feelings. Most women think that’s a fabulous trait in a man.
Me? Not so much.
But I was mildly offended by his behavior last night when he left so abruptly. He acted like a total player. As if I were some random one-night stand. Now he’s texting me about going to dinner at his parents’ house, for God’s sake, like nothing ever happened between us. Something I suggested we do to make us look like a legitimate couple.
Yeah. That’s right. This was my idea.
Deciding I should answer him, I type out a response. Yes. What time?
He responds quickly, like he was anxiously waiting for me.
Theo: They want us there at two. I can come pick you up, say around 1:30?
Me: Give me directions and I’ll meet you there.
Theo: Won’t that defeat the purpose of us looking like a couple?
He’s so right, damn it. And won’t we look like a couple now? We’ve seen each other naked. He’s been inside me. He made me come with his fingers.
My body goes hot at the memories. Stupid body. I need to take some advice from our girl, our queen Taylor Swift, and fast.
I need to calm down.
Me: Okay. You’re right. But let me meet you somewhere.
I glance around my shitty apartment, frowning. Stella’s apartment that no one lives in is better than this hellhole, but it’s all I can afford, considering my credit card debt, car payment and the outrageous rent. It’s old, the building is decrepit and my neighbors aren’t of the highest quality. Old Mrs. Fillmore who lives next door to me is a complete sweetheart, though, and I like to keep watch over her, just like she keeps an eye out on me. She’s the only saving grace at this place.
Theo: Why don’t you want me to come to your apartment?
Damn it, he’s too smart. No other guy would ever care. Most of them would be grateful I don’t want them to see my home. They’re all afraid staying over is a sign of commitment. Or they worry about walking through my front door and seeing one too many cats, or that everything’s decorated pink and frilly.