Masquerade

Eight

A tinny, unfamiliar ringing wakes me up. Usually I need a police siren held to my head to wake me up, but being in a foreign bed with a man’s body next to me makes me extra sensitive to my surroundings. I open my eyes and my fuzzy gaze falls on white walls, white carpets, white cupboards. For a crazy second I am confused. Where the hell am I? I turn my head the other way and my eyes suddenly focus. Jaron is lying on his front, his face turned to me. As I watch him, his eyes open and for a second he stares at me.

I am strangely embarrassed. ‘Your phone’s ringing.’

‘Good morning.’

‘Aren’t you going to take it?’

‘No.’

Immediately I suspect it is Ebony and I sit up and thrust my legs out of the bed. He catches my hand and tugs so I fall onto his body.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’

‘Home.’

‘It’s not Ebony,’ he says softly, his voice ultra-husky with sleep. ‘You can look if you want.’

‘No thanks,’ I say, making my face blank so he cannot tell how I am reacting to his erection. I shift my weight, which only makes it worse.

He chuckles—the sound is warm and sexy. ‘I love you like this. All hazy and tousled and blunt around the edges.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me that you were going to bring a salami into the bed with you?’

One corner of his mouth lifts, a lovely little half-smile that goes with the sunlight coming in through the open windows. ‘I always bring breakfast with me.’

‘I like my salami sliced,’ I say.

And he starts to laugh. ‘Oh, Billie. There is just no one like you.’ He tucks a skein of hair behind my ear.

‘You came inside me last night,’ I accuse.

‘I know, I’m sorry. I got carried away. I’ve never wanted to come inside a woman before. But I want to come inside you all the time, Billie. I want to fill that pussy of yours with hot spunk until you drip like a sponge.’

‘Wow! Dirty talk before breakfast.’

He doesn’t smile. There is raw lust in his eyes.

‘I’ll stop by a chemist on my way home and get a morning after pill.’

‘Will you go on the pill?’

‘Why, are you planning to fuck me long time?’

‘Long enough.’ And there is a tension to his voice that wasn’t there before.

‘That’s chocolate to my ears,’ I say lightly, but in fact, his words jar. The truth is, no matter how much I lie to him or to myself, I don’t like to think that what we have has a time limit. Which, of course, I realize from a purely intellectual level is a contradiction. Everything in life has a time limit. Even things that seem to last are taken away at death.

I am always reminded of that photo I once saw of a woman and her friend who had rigged up a camera to take a picture of them standing against a waterfall. They are smiling into the camera and totally clueless that behind them by some freak of nature the waterfall has caused a wave that is about to engulf and kill them in seconds. That is most of us. We are smiling into the camera of our relationships. Just behind us, the wave: the end of it all.

‘Are you sore this morning?’ he asks, tracing his finger along the bridge of my nose.

‘After last night? Do you have to ask?’

‘Yup. It turns me on to hear you say it.’

‘Yes, I’m sore. I feel as if I’ve had a sandstone pillar repeatedly thrust into me.’

He pulls me up by my armpits while I squeal and puts me astride on his penis. It is hot and hard. He looks hungrily at my breasts. ‘Put me inside you.’

‘I’m sore.’

‘I want you to be more sore.’

I look into his eyes. They are heavy with desire. ‘Why?’ I whisper, but I have already lifted my hips and caught his large cock by its base.

‘Because I want to brand you. All day long I want you to feel the pain and remember me inside you. I want you to be wet and ready by the time I come back tomorrow evening.’

I hold his shaft at the center of my core. ‘Are you going somewhere tonight?’

‘Yup.’

I sit on his cock and slide it all the way in. And boy does it stretch and burn.

‘Pain?’

I nod.

‘Good,’ he growls.

I breathe out noisily.

‘No cheating. I want to feel the lips of your pussy open and flatten around the base of my cock.’

I wriggle and push farther down. The action makes me gasp.

‘Lean forward.’

Impaled on his shaft I lean forward and he squashes both my breasts together and sucks and bites both my nipples at the same time while I stretch my neck out and moan. It doesn’t take long before both of us hit our highs. For the first time in unison.

I roll away from him and sit up. My toes sink deep into the luxurious carpet. ‘I need a wash. I stink of sex.’

He catches my hand. ‘Don’t wash. I want you to be dripping my cum while we have breakfast. In fact, I don’t want you to wash at all. All day long I want you to put your fingers between your legs, smell your fingers and remember my cock.’