He held me as I pulled my shirt over my head. Then, I worked on getting his shirt off before I had to lean down and start kissing him while he walked us somewhere. His strength never wavered as his arms held me.
The moment he put me down, my pants and underwear were gone, and I worked on freeing him. Insatiable at the moment, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as we reached a lounge chair in his room.
He lay back on the curvy end. “Instead of my face, this time, I want you to ride the hell out of my dick.”
His ass was in the dip of the chair with his member at full attention. A slight heat graced my cheeks, but I complied and slid on him. The sensation felt so good. The angle caused an incredible friction as I began moving up and down on him. My feet were on each side of the chair, and I used them to propel myself up and down. My hands went to his chest as his lips went to my nipples. He began rolling them in between his fingers. The feeling was amazing as I rode him faster and harder. A light sheen of sweat began to coat our bodies, slickening them as they touched.
My core began to heat. One more time and I’ll orgasm. On the upward motion, Adam’s hands came out to the side and held my hips in place. My body tried to fight against him and slam home. I was so close.
“Adam, let go of me!”
“Absorb the need, Ainsley. Feel it building within you. You’re close. I can feel your trembling walls.”
He pushed his dick in an inch and took it back out. I bared down on him trying to use my strength to get my near the edge orgasm. It was so close, but so far away.
“That’s right, baby. It’s building. Can you feel the tip of my cock twitching for more?”
His words stilled me as I closed my eyes and did what he asked. My sex pulsed around Adam, on the verge of erupting. His dick moved within me as if it was seeking more. Really feeling my body was causing everything to become more sensitive.
Without warning, he let go of me and it was a race to the finish for both of us as we met each other’s bodies. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Adam leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He bit it while he pinched the other one hard. That action mixed with the built up wave of pleasure caused me to go into a state of complete bliss.
I called out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
At the same time, Adam called out, “Fuck!”
We both reached the peak of ecstasy, riding it out, until we both collapsed, breathless. My mind had a numbing haze invading it as I sat there and felt his dick twitching inside me.
The only thing that I could think to say was, “I love this chair.”
Adam chuckled. “Baby, this is the Tantra Chair. You’re going to get very acquainted with this chair. I don’t bring girls here, but I love this fucking chair so much I had to get one anyways.”
For some reason, I felt giddy knowing we had a place that hadn’t been infiltrated by countless women. It made me feel special. We lay there for a while until the fog began to clear my head.
Lying back, I giggled. “I didn’t recognize this is the same chair from the club until now. You had me a wanting mess earlier.”
His hands went up and down my thighs. “Whatever I did, I’m going to have to repeat it because that was some out-of-this-world fucking.”
I liked how I affected him. My body was drained, and I yawned. Without thinking, I said, “Just ride your bike, and I’ll ride you.”
He thrust in me a little deeper. “I’ll remember that.”
I pulled off of him, and something warm trickled out of my body. I froze. Then, I looked down at the substance at the same time as Adam did.
Condom. We didn’t use a condom.
In all my life, I had never been more thankful that I was on birth control. I had insisted on getting on the pill when Jarrod and I became sexually active our first year in college. We had actually fought about it. Jarrod hadn’t thought I needed to get on the pill. The first month, my pills had gone missing, so I had gotten the shot. After that, I had kept taking the shots. It was easy. After Jarrod and I had broken up and I had seen the true Jarrod, I wondered if he’d wanted to trap me into something in order to get closer to my dad.
“Hell, Ainsley. We didn’t use a condom. I’ve broken more damn rules this week for you than I have ever done in my life.”
His tone turned me off completely. I got up from the Tantra Chair and put on the closest discarded shirt I could find. It smelled of Adam. Mine was somewhere in his house, lost during our lust-filled quest for each other.
I went to speak, but he continued, “Please tell me I’m not going to be on baby watch for the next month. Son of a bitch! I know better. I hope to hell you’re on birth control.”
He ran his hands through his hair. I was upset, too, that we’d had unprotected sex, but we were both clean. It was a rule of the club to be tested prior to becoming a member.
“I’m on birth control. I have been for about three years. You don’t have to worry.”
“Damn it all to hell. This is why sex should only be at the club.” His words cut through me as he scrubbed a hand down his face.
I found my underwear and pants and put them back on. Trying to keep my voice calm, I worked on bringing rationale back into the conversation. “Neither of us were thinking. We’ll have to be more mindful of it in the future. I don’t like it any more than you do, but it’ll be fine. You know I’m clean, and from the way you’re reacting, I highly doubt you’ve had unprotected sex with anyone for a while. Let’s calm down.”
He moved his hands from his face. “Ainsley, this isn’t a relationship where we calm down and talk through our shit. You come around, we fuck, and we go our separate ways.”
“Don’t treat me like that, Adam. I’m not a doormat.” My tone was reproachful, and my blood was boiling at how he was acting.
Yes, we screwed up, but hell, it was a mistake.
This animosity made me nervous on the inside, but I stood my ground.
Without a word, he stood up, walked to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The sound of the water filtered out into the bedroom.
Asshole.
I gathered my purse where I had dropped it at the door of the garage and went to my car. I refused to be treated that way. For all I cared at this point, he could go back to his damn club and his rules and screw away to his liking. I pulled out of the driveway and hastily wiped a tear away.
I will never let someone treat me like my dad did my mother all those years. He made my mom feel as if she wasn’t important and her feelings didn’t matter.
I refused to be made to feel…worthless.
I turned off the water after taking a hot shower to clear my head. My world was altering constantly, and I felt out of control as a swirling of emotions battered inside me. The asshole side of me had won in the bedroom, and I was a prick for the way I’d acted to Ainsley.
Hell, I was the one who changed all the rules. I told her she would never have to worry about me wearing a condom. Fuck.
Ainsley had taken the high road, and she hadn’t even thrown my own words back at me like I deserved. It was time to go face the music.
Grabbing the towel, I threw it around my waist and walked out into my bedroom to find it empty. I started jogging through the house.
“Ainsley? Where are you, Ainsley?”
No answer.
My golden retriever came running up on alert. “Hey, Lindy, is there anyone else here?”
She sat. If Ainsley were here, Lindy would have gone to her. I peered out the front window.
Shit, she’s gone. Of course she left after the way I had treated her.
I ran to get my phone and called her. She rejected my phone call after the second ring. I tried again, and I was rejected again. A third time, I tried and was still rejected.
I was furious with myself for treating her that way. There was no way I was ready to end this, and I knew she wasn’t ready to either. I would have to grovel to get her back, and that wasn’t something I was used
to doing.
Ainsley is worth it.
She was worth being the exception. If I showed up at her place, I had a feeling she wouldn’t answer the door, and it would only hurt my chances of getting her back. This was going to require creativity. I’d text her for now as I thought about how I was going to get her to talk to me.
Me: Ainsley, I know I fucked up. I’m sorry. Call me. Please. I didn’t mean it.
I sat there, racking my brain on what to do, when a return message popped up.
Ainsley: I’m not a whore. I never asked for any rules to be changed. Being your FUCK BUDDY does not mean treating me however you want.