“You keep sliding down and I won’t have a choice on where I’m going to cum.” Her eyes meet mine, and I look between us where we’re joined. She follows my stare, and instead of coming off my cock, the evil temptress lowers herself a little more.
“I want to feel it.” She looks so fucking innocent as she whispers the confession, and I groan.
“Fuck.” Now it’s me shaking my head. “I’ll get you pregnant.”
I’ve never ever had sex without a condom, even when I’ve been asked before. There were a couple of times I didn’t have a condom, so I went without the sex, because the last thing I’ve ever wanted was to end up tied to a woman I didn’t have a relationship with. Sex has always been a one-time thing, but as I lie here with Selma, I don’t think that’s going to be possible.
“It’s okay. I just had my period.” When I look at her like I don’t know what that means, a corner of her lips turns up. “I’m not ovulating.”
I’m still not sure this is a hundred percent accurate, but I didn’t really pay attention in health class. Also, from what I remember my dad telling me and Cooper, there’s always a chance.
Before when I’ve been with a woman, this conversation would have stopped me in my tracks. I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of going this far without a barrier between us. But I’m already halfway with Selma, and I’m ready to toss my rule book out the fucking window. She’s so far outside the boundaries I’ve set in place that I might as well just do what I want. And what I want more than anything is to be inside her.
Without thinking, I roll us over so that Selma’s pinned under me, and I hold her wrists to the mattress. Her eyes are wide, but not with fear. Her dark curls are spread out on the pillow, and she’s just as excited by this as I am. We smile at each other as I lean down and kiss her, telling her without words what I want.
She lifts her knees so I sink deeper, and when I thrust my cock all the way inside, she only flinches slightly from the pain.
I sigh with satisfaction at being wrapped in her tight heat and finally having some of the ache in my cock eased. It’s still so fucking hard, but something about being connected like this puts my soul at peace. The feeling is indescribable as her slick need coats me, and I want to memorize this moment.
My hands on her wrists relax, and her fingers find their way to my chest and back. I feel her nails mark me, and I love her touch. She tries to move, but the weight of my body won’t allow for much. As much as I want to stay buried just like this, I pull out a little and then rock back inside. We both moan with pleasure at the glide of my cock, and I do it again.
Over and over, I thrust into her pussy as she clenches around me. She’s so fucking tight and wet that I have to force myself to hold back. I shouldn’t cum inside of her, I should make myself pull out, but the thought of it is too great.
“Selma,” I grunt, and she nods, just as close to her climax as I am.
With a tilt of her hips and a graze of my shaft in the right spot, her pussy clamps down on me. Her orgasm is harder than before, and her body tenses all over. I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, so I bury my face in her neck. I thrust hard one last time and empty myself into her tight body.
There’s so much of me, I spill out of the sides, and it runs out between us. It’s making a mess, but I can’t stop as I move in shallow, uneven thrusts. It’s the single greatest orgasm of my life, and I don’t have the strength to pull out. So instead, I lie like a pile of rubble on top of her, apologizing for my weight.
“I’m so heavy, but I can’t move.”
“I didn’t expect to like it so much.” She wraps her legs around my waist, as if pulling me deeper.
“You’re a witch,” I accuse, and she giggles under me. “If I die, just know that I was happy.”
“If you die, I will probably die with you because I can’t move your lumberjack ass off me.”
“Good. Then I can fuck you for eternity.” I love the sound of her laughter, and I don’t ever want it to stop.
As much as I don’t want to crush her, I don’t plan on moving anytime soon.
7
Selma
I let out a contented sigh as I start to wake, then reach out and grab the pillow beside me. I pull it against my chest and wrap my arms around it, then bury my face into the soft cotton. A familiar sexy scent fills my lungs, and my desire instantly ignites. My eyes pop open as the night before comes flooding back in one erotic scene after another. Luca had taken me several times during the night until I’d finally crashed like the dead.
The sweet ache between my thighs is the only reminder I need to remember what happened. I smile as I slowly sit up and look around the room. There is no sign of Luca anywhere, but it’s not like he would sneak out on me in the middle of the night. But with the light streaming across the room, I realize it’s morning.
I throw my legs over the side of the bed and go in search of Luca. When I enter the bathroom, I don’t see anything, so I grab a robe off the hook. While wrapping it around me, I make my way back toward the bed. The clock on the table shows it’s almost eleven o’clock. Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late. I’ve always been a morning person, even if I worked all through the night.
There’s something in the back of my mind telling me not to believe Luca would sneak out. Maybe he went out to get food. I come up with several reasons he’s not here, making myself feel more pathetic with each one.
This very well could be a one-night stand, which I guess I can understand. As much as the thought bums me out, I still didn't think he’d up and go like an asshole. After what we shared last night, he wouldn’t leave without so much as a goodbye. Damn it, he took my virginity; it’s a dick move to just peace out.
I close my eyes tightly.
Luca can’t avoid me forever, so him just leaving would make it even more awkward the next time we see each other. Our asses are going to be stuck together for the rest of our lives whether we like it or not. We’re both close to our siblings, and the reality of that makes me groan with regret. Tears start to burn behind my eyes, but I refuse to let myself cry. I’m a big girl, I can do a one-night stand. It’s not a big deal.
The lie I tell myself tastes bitter.
I won’t be that girl who sleeps with a guy and falls madly in love. I have a brain—an Ivy League one at that. This is nothing, and totally normal. Casual.
A knock on the door has relief flooding my system. All that crap I told myself flushes down the drain as I smile happily and rush over to open the door.
The hotel employee is holding a room service cart, and I stand there stunned.
“I’ve got your brunch,” the waitstaff says cheerfully. I open the door wider so he can push the cart into the room, but my relief is short lived. “Mr. Cross wanted to make sure you got something to eat before you left.”
It takes a moment to process what he’s saying. “As in he already checked out?” The young man tilts his head, giving me a puzzled look.
“Yes, ma’am. Hours ago.”
“Right.” I nod, forcing a smile. “Thank you.”