Mister Weston

“Ahhh...” I whimpered, clawing at the skin of his neck. “Fuck.”

Ignoring my moans, he squeezed my ass and lifted my other leg around his waist—gripping my thighs to move me up and down his cock.

“As you can see...” A female voice suddenly filled the space with the sound of shoes against marble not too far behind. “If you choose to stay here, you’d have access to countless amenities.”

I bit Jake’s shoulder, trying to make him aware, but he kept thrusting into me, squeezing my ass even harder.

“I hear them...” he whispered against my mouth. “I don’t care.”

His mouth briefly covered mine in a searing kiss, and I dug my nails into his skin.

“Our building—every unit actually, is cleaned and maintained by Spring Clean Associates, and if you live here, you’ll have a direct line to them whenever you need something. You’ll also have access to this private mail room.”

My pussy throbbed against Jake’s cock and I felt myself seconds away from losing control, seconds away from screaming out.

“Do you hear something?” A male voice said behind the package counter.

“No, not really.” The realtor said flatly. “What does it sound like?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Ah...” I let a small murmur escape my lips and Jake stamped his mouth over mine as my body shook against his. He muffled every moan—holding me taut as I came and gave in.

The sound of the footsteps walking in the opposite direction came next, and when we heard the sound of the doors closing, Jake pumped into me a few more times and found his own release.

“Fuck, Gillian...” He breathed. “Fuck...”

Still entwined, the two of us stared at each other, me still soaking wet, his cock still hard and slightly jerking inside of me.

Shaking his head, he kept his hands on my hips and gently pulled me off of him, setting me onto the floor.

Panting heavily, I looked into his eyes for a reaction—searching for what he may have been thinking, but I saw storms swirling in his irises, saw dark grey specks of uncertainties in his bright blue. I saw potential moments like this one, words spoken that meant nothing, and most importantly, I saw pain. For the both of us.

Without saying a word, he pressed my elastic band into my hand and stepped back.

Avoiding his gaze, I slipped my left leg into my khakis and picked up one of my fallen earrings. I leaned against the corner and waited for him to walk away, but he simply zipped his pants and stared at me.

“This can’t happen again,” I said finally.

“I’m sure.”

“I’m serious. You can’t have my phone number.”

“I don’t recall asking for it.” He tilted my chin up with his fingertips. “I was saying I’m sure because I definitely agree with you. This doesn’t need to ever happen again.” He stepped back and adjusted his belt, keeping his eyes on mine.

I stared at him as he smoothed his shirt, as he walked back into the sight of the cameras. Then, as if he hadn’t just fucked me against the wall, he uttered a mere “Goodbye, Gillian,” and headed out of the room and toward the elevators.

All of a sudden, something came over me and I followed him into the hallway.

“Wait,” I said, and he immediately stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“I have a very good reason as to why I said this can’t happen again, but...”

“But what?”

The elevator doors opened.

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“My reasoning?” He crossed his arms. “I actually have three.”

“Care to share?”

“One, no pussy is that good for me to want to continue to fuck it more than a few times in a row. Including yours. Two, you strike me as the ‘want a boyfriend’ type and three, see my previous number one.”

“Fuck you, Jake.” I stepped closer to him as he stepped into the elevator, hating that he made me so argumentative. “For the record, the sex with you was just okay. I’ve had much better, so much better.”

“No, you fucking haven’t.”

“I have, and you know what? Now that I never have to see you in person again, I think I should bring someone back to your place tonight so you and your excess of security cameras can have plenty of video footage for how it’s really done.”

“Fucking try me, Gillian.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Bring someone up to my condo and fucking try me.”

“I will, Jake. I will.”

“Stop talking.” His lips touched mine. “Stop talking right now.”

“You first.” I moved back as the elevator doors began to close. “I hope to never see you again, Jake.”

“You won’t, Gillian.”

TERMINAL B:

BOY CHARMS GIRL

GATE B7

JAKE

New York (JFK)—> Montreal (YUL)—> Dallas (DAL)

Four weeks later...

OUT OF ALL THE CITIES I’d flown to over my lifetime, New York was the only one that managed to look different every time. No matter the season, no matter the time of day, its grey and imposing skyline cut through fog, rain, and snow, forever changing. And as I looked at Manhattan’s glittering buildings from my window tonight, I wondered what would change next.