I Have to Have Her

Taking hold of her hand, he moved toward his sofa and sat down. He let her go and lowered the zip of his pants, working his cock out. Running his hands up and down the length, he watched her. He held his hand back out again for her to take, which she did. He pulled her close so she straddled his lap, and he teased his cock at the entrance of her pussy after shoving her panties out of the way.

He worked her over his dick, taking hold of her hips to show her just what he wanted, and she gave it to him, crying out for more as he fucked her, harder still.

It felt so fucking amazing.

She gripped his shoulders as he moved within her. Having her on top wasn’t enough for him, and so he slid her down to her back so he could work inside her pussy, filling her up.

“Gabriel?”

He covered her mouth as he fucked her, finding his own release and flooding her pussy with his cum one final time. Closing his eyes, he basked in the moment, feeling the release right down to his core. It was next to impossible to want to stop.

He did though.

The orgasm ebbed away and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “Now, we’re done.”

He felt her tense up but he didn’t let her go.

Was she going to make a scene? Make this harder than it needed to be?

After a few seconds passed, he was ready to deal with whatever outburst that might come from her. He pulled out of her pussy, slid his cock back into his pants, and turned his back on her. Gabriel heard rustling but he didn’t look. She hadn’t spoken.

Only when he couldn’t stand the silence did he turn around to find her already at the door, about to open it.

“Don’t you have any questions?” he asked.

He watched her spine straighten as she turned to look back at him.

“You made it perfectly clear. I don’t need to ask anything else.”

“Claire.”

“Goodbye, Gabriel.” She left his office with her head held high. No commotion. She didn’t even slam the door closed. In fact, she looked utterly calm and serene as she moved. What would it have taken to get a single rise out of her?

****

The following day, Claire pushed the last of her clothing into a bag as Rhianna kept on trying to talk to her.

“Look, there has to be some mistake.”

“No mistake.”

“But he loves you.”

She scoffed. “Nope. He doesn’t. I did tell you this was all about sex, but you didn’t want to believe me. It’s over. Our time has come to an end.” She moved toward the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush and a few sanitary items before shoving them into her bag as well.

“You’re not taking your dress,” Rhianna said. “You know you don’t have to leave.”

After Gabriel had dumped her last night—she did think it was rather cold of him, but she wasn’t going to be the kind of woman to make a scene—she’d come back to his apartment, slept, and now, she intended to move on. There was an apartment that had called her back that very morning, and she didn’t care where it was, she was taking it.

“Rhianna, there’s no way I’m going to be able to wear that thing.” She pointed at the white ball gown she’d been provided to look pretty on his arm. “And no, I can’t stay. I’ve got things to do. You know. A life to lead. Being here was never part of the plan and he’s done me a favor.”

“What about working for him?” Rhianna asked.

“I’ve already spoken to my boss. She says she’s more than happy with me to keep on working for her. I think I’m going to look for another job. Have a clean break.”

“Does this mean you’re going to stop wanting to hang out with me?” Rhianna sounded so sad.

She put all of her items down and moved toward her friend, cupping her face. “No, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hang out with you. You’re the best part of all of this. I hope you know that.”

“I don’t like that you want to leave,” Rhianna said.

“Imagine if it was you. You’ve been in an agreement and he ends it sooner than you expected. Would you really want to stay because he’s going to have other women, Rhianna?”

“Do you love him?”

“No.” She pulled away.

“You’re lying.”

“If you say so.” She checked through her stuff one final time and picked it up. “I’ll call you as soon as I get there. Okay? Please, don’t worry, and don’t stress out. You told me stressing leads to wrinkles.” She honestly didn’t know if that was true.

She walked toward the door of the apartment and stepped out. Closing the door, she held her head high.