It was as if she was waiting for my permission to let go, because within minutes she was bucking up against me, crying out in between sharp and labored breaths. I loved feeling her whole body tighten again with climax, only to release again as she collapsed back down over the couch cushions. She rolled her head around, facing me again with a laugh. I could tell by the way she playfully trailed a finger along her lips that she was pleased.
“Are you all finished with me now?” I quipped.
She lunged forward, pulling me back down with her. “Not by a long shot.”
With our eyes locked together, she gripped my throbbing shaft and slid it inside of her. I went slow at first, filling every inch of her. She spread her legs wider and took me in greedily.
I pinned one of her hands over her head, drawing the other down to grip her ass as I slowly pulled out and slid in again. “Does that feel good, baby?”
Once again, she answered with her body rather than her words, digging her nails into my cheeks to push me further inside, encouraging me to go faster, harder, deeper. I was happy to oblige, even though each thrust was sending me throttling toward the edge faster than usual.
I swept my tongue across hers as our lips met again. With our mouths parted and barely an inch apart, I circled my thumb over her clit, pushing her close to another climax. The closer she got, the harder I moved inside of her. Her eyes closed as her head tilted back. She cried out and shook with powerful release.
Something came over me as I watched her cum, biting her lip through the rise and fall. She was exquisite in ways I had never noticed before. But the thought quickly shook from my mind as I moved faster and spilled out inside of her, each thrust milking me dry as her muscles tightened around me.
The rest of it between those few blissful moments on the couch and making our way to her bed was a blur. I didn’t know how it happened or what was said. We were both tired, drunk, and satisfied, just as desperate for sleep as we had been desperate for each other such a short while ago.
But it was all painfully crisp and clear the next morning as the sun cut through the room with the sound of Lizzy’s alarm. I watched her sit up in bed slowly. Her hair was knotted up over her head, shooting in twenty different directions. She had a confused grin on her face. But it all vanished at once as she shrieked, “Oh shit!” and bolted up from the sheets.
She raced around the room, snatching up clothes from the floor and her dresser. At some point in the chaotic dash, she became aware of her completely naked body. Her arms wrapped around herself, her face turning from side to side to find something to cover up with.
“It’s not like I didn’t see all of that last night,” I smirked, tossing her a balled-up sheet out of pity.
“It’s different! I felt sexy then. Now, I’m late and hungover and I’m sure my whole body looks how it feels, which is awful!”
The type of women I usually hung out with relied on their looks for a living, and they weren’t shy about flaunting what they had. Lizzy’s humility stirred something inside of me. Without thinking, I jumped to my feet and slowed her down with my hands on her hips.
“Hey. Your body doesn’t look awful.” I kissed along her bare shoulders. “You’re gorgeous, hungover or not.”
When I pulled back, I realized the mistake I had made. The mistake I had been making since the night before. I could see the dangerous look in her eyes – one that showed the threat of her falling head over heels for me if I said another word. Somewhere along the way, I forgot that this was Lizzy. The same Lizzy I swore I would avoid to keep from breaking her heart.
I stepped back, putting a few safe inches between us. It was silent for a moment with her eyes glued to mine, and I wondered if I needed to say something to clarify exactly what last night meant. Which was nothing. Right? Well, not nothing. Going home alone and watching porn while taking care of myself would have been nothing. Lizzy was a human being. But whatever she felt inside to make her look at me like that...it needed to stop. The trouble was I didn’t know if she’d make me say it, or keep it under control herself.
Before I could wrap my head around how to put it all as delicately as possible, Lizzy spun around on her heels and started getting ready again.
“Sorry I’m in such a hurry,” she shouted from the bathroom. “I don’t really have time to be a good hostess this morning. Help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get something on the way to the gym. Which I should get off to.”
“Oh, sure! Okay…” she poked her head around the corner with her hair up in a bun and a toothbrush in her mouth. Nothing but a bra on with her diner uniform skirt. I had to admit to myself it was pretty hot. “Well, maybe next time we could grab breakfast.”
I looked away, feeling the weight of the words. Next time. So, maybe I did need to say something. My tongue got tied up on the thought that it actually wouldn’t be so bad to go have breakfast with Lizzy. But no, I couldn’t let myself go there. And she couldn’t go there either.
Once she had ducked back into the bathroom, I moved slowly toward the front door. It would be a real dick move to just leave like that, but I didn’t owe anything to her, right? And anyway, with all the sounds of the bathroom sink and her beauty products clanking around, she wouldn’t have heard me anyway.
My urge to run overcame any shred of gentlemanly decency I had, and soon I was racing down the stairs back out onto the busy morning sidewalks. It felt like I was fleeing the scene of a crime. How had I ventured so far from what I set out to do that evening? Which was to literally do anything but lead Lizzy on?
I rushed off to the gym, feeling eager to sweat it all out of my mind. But as I ran along on the treadmill, it was anything but out of my mind. Instead, I was flooded with memories of the night before. I could feel Lizzy’s moans echoing through my ears and taste her sweat on my tongue. I saw flashes of her body moving over me in the moonlight. I was in trouble because I wanted more. But more was exactly the kind of thing that would get her heart broken, if it wasn’t already.
6
Lizzy
I was kind of glad Damon left without me realizing it, because I was rambling on about any random thought that popped into my head, just trying to fill the awkward silence of the morning after. One-night stands had never been my forte, but the renewed vigor in my spirit was almost enough to make me think I could learn. I was too tired to tell if the satisfaction I felt was thanks to Damon specifically, or just to having any man at all.
I was starting to regret babbling on like an idiot as I emerged from the bathroom, looking more like a put-together human being again, when I noticed I didn’t have to regret a word of it. He was long gone. A dull pain ached inside that I was determined not to feel. I expected this. I knew last night meant nothing, no matter how much the look in his eyes dared me to think differently.
Another distraction to my inevitable heartbreak came in the form of my phone ringing. I answered while digging around for my purse and keys.
“Where are you, Lizzy?” Mr. Harold’s voice came across the line. I could hear the loud kitchen noises all around him.
“I know. I’m late. I’m sorry. There was a thing last night, and...well, it doesn’t matter. Listen, I’m on my way right now. Be there in ten minutes or less.”