His expression shutters. “We were practically living together when you left me, and that didn’t stop you.”
No…no it didn’t. But…
“Exchanging keys isn’t living together. And I said I was sorry about how I ended things. How many times do I have to say it?” I ask him, my voice more defensive than I want it to be. Cool Cynda never cared when guys got salty after she ghosted them. But the truth is I’m struggling with all this hate coming off Rhys.
“As many times as it takes,” he answers.
“As many times as it takes for what?”
Instead of answering, he crawls into bed and kisses me again.
His kiss is so hot and heavy, soon I forget the question. Rhys is still good at kissing down my walls and melting all of my defenses.
Then he pulls back and holds up a condom. “I had a box of these delivered this morning.”
“A box,” I repeat with a laugh. “How much sex do you think we were going to be having? I’m only here two weeks.”
He doesn’t laugh with me. “Take the condom, Cynda. And put it on.”
He sits back with a very noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs. “Like you used to.”
His tone brooks no argument. And that’s alright because in that moment I have no arguments to give.
I rip open the foil package and remove the condom. Then I let the blanket drop as I shift to my hands and knees.
I pull him out of his briefs. He’s rock hard and pulsing, but he continues to regard me with a cool stare. I start to roll on the condom.
“Like you used to.” His clipped command stops my action and makes me look up.
“But you’re already hard,” I point out.
“Make me harder,” he answers.
Nice. I’m totally happy to stop talking and pull out my old bag party tricks. I take the part of his dick already covered in rubber in my mouth. Then I start scrolling the condom down. I hollow out my throat and bob my head, taking him deeper into my throat the farther down the condom goes. My version of super sexy safe sex.
He sucks in a breath and I can feel how much he likes what I’m doing by the way he swells even thicker underneath the condom.
But then he demands, “Like you used to.”
I stop bobbing. This is exactly how I used to put a condom on him. I don’t understand.
Until suddenly his hand finds the top of my head and strokes it so rough, I have to look up.
As soon as our eyes meet, he starts pumping himself into my mouth.
“Yes, that’s right look me directly in the eye as you knob me off like you used to.” The words should sound crude. But the way he says it, his voice cracked, his eyes angry and desperate ….
He makes me feel powerful. Like I’m blowing his mind.
“Make yourself ready,” he commands. “Make yourself ready for me to take you.”
I reach down beneath the hem of the Raines-Jewish t-shirt he gave me last night and rub at my clit while looking him in the eye.
I’m just following his commands, but his head falls back like I slapped him in the face. “Christ, this is too much. Come here.”
I do as commanded and begin to crawl up his body. But I must not be going fast enough. He grabs me under my armpits and drags me the rest of the way like I was lollygagging.
No more commands after that. He flips me over on to my back and wraps one of my legs around his waist before thrusting into me.
I let out a long, ragged groan, welcoming The Real Prince back into my soaking core. And he drops down so that we’re chest to chest as he starts to take me.
The drag of him between my legs, rubbing at my core as he pumps in and out…it’s more than I can stand. What can’t even be five minutes later, I shove my mouth into his shoulder to muffle my scream as I explode beneath him.
He comes soon after. There’s no rush of semen this time, but his body goes rigid. And he pushes in even deeper before collapsing on top of me.
Just like he used to when we were better than this.
“Oh, baby…” I sigh.
Blame it on the surge of endorphins. I wrap my arms around him and hug him like I never would have before. When I was Nurse America, the woman who peaced out at any sign of adversity.
For a few moments, he lets me hold him. But only for a few moments. Then he stiffens and pulls out of my arms. Oddly, I feel bereft at his withdrawal.
He was heavy on top of me, but I miss his body weight when he’s gone.
He tucks himself back in and disposes of the condom with precise, deliberate movements.