The condom shook in my fingers.
Make it bad. Break the spell between us. This was for her more than me.
I ripped the packet open. Damn. I was fully dressed. The shorts were first, shoved down in seconds, and I was caught in her stormy gaze as I rolled the condom on.
Her eyes went wide again as she eyed my length. I liked her attention on me way too much.
The condom was settled, and I kneeled on the bed in between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows, her knees up, her expression wondrous.
She was going to kill me.
I should kiss her first or something. Then her lush breasts would smash against my chest. If I kissed her mouth, I’d have to tongue those nipples. How sweet would her creamy center be?
It wouldn’t be making things worse for her if I got lost in pleasuring her. No more touching than necessary. Hands on her knees, I shoved them wide. “Ready?”
She bit her lip. Her hips rolled toward me, but she glanced from my cock to my mouth. Was she going to insist we be more intimate? Would I be able to deny her?
Like me, she seemed ready to go from zero to sixty. She nodded.
I placed myself at her entrance. Her sex surrounded the tip of my shaft, her flesh greedy, but I wasn’t a complete bastard. I was after shitty sex, but she wasn’t as wet and ready as I would normally ensure, so there would be no rabid thrusting.
I pushed forward, just enough to envelope the tip. She groaned and rocked her pelvis and I couldn’t stop until I was buried.
My thoughts faltered. Her body was heaven. A hot furnace gripped my dick and her muscles massaged my length. I could climax just seated inside of her.
“Flynn, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted this.”
Her words were a cold splash of reality. I couldn’t encourage this thing between us. I had to crush her crush. She was too… for everything. Too good, too sweet, too innocent. I wasn’t worthy.
I rocked out and back in. My climax was almost at the peak, her tight sex, and soft moans the most erotic thing I’d experienced, and I just let it happen. I allowed my body to get carried away faster than ever before without seeing to her orgasm. Even a weak orgasm was still an orgasm. Make it bad.
I threw my head back and as much as my body screamed at me not to, I withdrew and shook my release outside of her.
She let out a gasp when I slid out and I was afraid to open my eyes and face her. My first time hadn’t even been as epically terrible as this.
But I looked at her. She seemed disoriented and confused as she contemplated the space between her legs. I pushed off the bed. She closed her knees and let them fall to the side.
I slapped the side of her ass. “Good game.”
Covering my disdain at my actions, I gave her my back and left her room.
After I shut the door to the master bath, I leaned my forehead against the wood. My body shook, all the adrenaline and self-loathing draining out. Simmering lust I feared would never go away stayed with me, leaving me half hard.
That was supposed to have been the worst sex of my life. Instead, the wet heat of her body had gotten me off in less than a minute and we hadn’t so much as kissed. But my lips remembered how supple she’d been when I’d kissed her earlier. Or when she’d kissed me.
Tilly worked me up tighter than Crazy J. This was so much worse than high school.
Tilly
My sex throbbed, plainly stating I hadn’t been brought to completion.
Warm water bubbled around me in the jetted tub. Funny, I’d assumed I’d be more thrilled to use it. Instead, I soaked and debated whether to make myself come or hope that Flynn would do it later. If there was a later.
A little swirl of excitement snaked through me. I’d had sex with Flynn Halstengard.
The feeling crashed. And it’d been awful.
Not, like, all of it. For a few seconds when he’d been moving inside of me, he’d fulfilled all my fantasies. He was the only guy on earth who didn’t have to do more to get me off. Maybe it was his superpower, holding that power over all women. But it had been over and done before I could say “orgasm.”
Did he have sex like that with everyone? I wasn’t delusional. A man who looked like him had to have sex a lot. A man who walked like him, smiled like him, talked like him, had to be confident in his own body—and with his skills in the sack. He looked like the superhero of sex.
I sighed. I’d been spending too much time in Arcadia, gotten a little too lost in the graphic novels I picked up for the kids. I should know—all superheroes had a weakness, and either I was it or he was terrible at sex.
Enough. I yanked the drain and stood, water sluicing off my body. A tremor ran up my spine. When he’d kneeled and shoved my knees apart… My core quivered. I wanted more of that. Maybe he’d been too…something. The way he’d charged into my room and announced we should have sex? Something was going on with him.
One more chance.
I dried off and dressed in my pajamas—blue flimsy shorts with white stars and a red tank top with the Wonder Woman insignia. Mara had started selling clothing in Arcadia, and she gave me awesome deals on all of it, not just the swimsuits.
I wouldn’t be going out again tonight, and Flynn
