James ran his hands over my body and cupped my ass, pulling me to him. He grabbed the side of my black lace underwear and pulled them down gently. His tongue searched my mouth and I gave myself to him, surrendering to the urgency and surprising sweetness of his touch.
He laid me down on the bed, and his naked body loomed gloriously over me. He pushed the hair off my face and just watched me for a moment. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, deep and probing.
There was something else going on here, something besides sex, but I didn’t recognize the feeling. All I knew was that I wanted him inside me, right now, and that I wanted to cry.
I spread my legs a little, offering myself to him. He took a finger and ran it along my slit, making sure that I was wet enough. He slid it inside of me, testing me, and I moaned. I grabbed his muscled ass and pulled him to me, running the head of his cock over my sex, getting it slick and wet.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and I nodded.
He entered me then, all at once, and I cried out. He buried himself into me, and my body stretched to accommodate his. He was gentle at first. But I was impatient, and I grabbed his ass and pushed him deep into me, wanting to feel all of him, wanting him to overtake me. His body listened to mine, his long, deep strokes pushing me to the edge almost immediately.
He leaned up, and I greedily drank in the sight of his taut, muscled body.
And then he continued to fuck me, hard.
“Come in me,” I begged. I was on the edge, and I wanted him there, with me.
His strokes got deeper, more urgent, and then he did come, hard, filling me as my body clenched around him.
Our orgasm shook the bed.
“Audrey,” he cried out, shuddering on top of me.
* * *
Afterward, he lay next to me and I stared at his gorgeous face, pushing the hair back from his forehead.
He opened his eyes and watched me watching him.
“That was incredible,” I said, too undone to be anything but honest.
“It was,” he said. He kissed me slowly, deeply. “Let’s do it again.”
So we did it again. And again. With me on top, with him behind me. He took me in his mouth and then I took him in mine. By the time the morning came, we’d done it just about every way you could think of, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to walk straight ever again.
Which was fine with me. It was absofuckinglutely worth it.
I woke up, and now it was my turn to find James watching me, pushing the hair back from my forehead.
“What,” I said. I stared back at his gorgeous face.
“Audrey,” he said, stroking my hair. “You’re fired.”
James
I looked out the window as the sun came up. The roads outside were empty, just like my apartment.
I’d just had the best night of my life, and true to form, I’d managed to ruin everything.
Audrey was gone. She’d gotten up as soon as I’d said those horrible words. She left in her sweatpants and a tank top, leaving the wardrobe that Elena had packed for her behind. I’d followed her out of the bedroom and silently watched as she’d thrown on a pair of aviator sunglasses and grabbed her pocketbook.
“Do you want to take the car?” I asked just as she was almost out the door.
She turned, pushing her sunglasses down on her nose to look at me. “James.” She looked as if my name tasted like poison in her mouth. “Go fuck yourself.”
Then she slammed the door behind her.
I didn’t blame her. And even though I had forced her to leave, I hated that she was gone.