He pulls his finger out and uses both hands to spread me wide, taking a deep inhale of my arousal.
“Neil, please.” I beg, I’m not above it and I want his mouth on me so fucking bad.
His tongue tentatively swipes through my folds and I sink back on to the table with a moan. He’s soft but deliberate in his swipes, but I’m used to having sex a bit more on the rougher side, and I know this sweet making love shit won’t cut it.
I pop up on my elbows and his eyes meet mine over my mound.
“I won’t break, Neil. I need a fucking not a love session.”
His eyes darken and he stands up tall, pulling his pants down by the waist band. His black boxer briefs do nothing to hide his size and I feel my mouth fill with saliva.
“I want to suck your cock.” I say, “but I can’t right now because I need you inside of me.”
He begins to pull down his boxers and then curses. “Give me one minute.”
I growl in frustration as he runs to the front door but laugh when I see his pants still around his thighs. What the fuck is he doing? He opens it and rushes outside. It’s fucking cold.
Is he dipping out on me? I sit up completely and hear his car door shut. No way. I’m about to get off the table when he rushes back in, a square wrapper in his mouth, and his pants exactly the same.
“The fuck you doing?” He asks as he pushes me back down. “Don’t waste it, Jones.” He mocks me and pulls his pants and boxers down.
He pulls his sweater off and I’m stunned silent when I see all the tats decorating his chest and stomach. His stomach! Looks like I could scrub my laundry clean on it and worry about the fabric fraying, that’s how defined he is. My gaze lowers and I fall back to the table with a sigh, thank god.
Now as long as he knows what to do with it. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and pulls them out, running them over my clit, and sinking them deep inside of me. Then he’s rubbing my wetness over his cock before sliding the condom on.
“I hate condoms and I wanted to feel you.” He groans as he pulls my ass off the table and lines himself up.
I want to feel him, too, but I agree we need the protection because as much as we know each other, we don’t actually know each other.
He begins to push himself in and I gasp at the stretch. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and then he gives one good push, jamming himself in deep.
“Fuck!” I yell and groan when he pulls back out.
“That’s right.” He leans over me, his hands landing on either side of my head. “Tell me what it feels like.”
He begins to piston in and out of me and it’s becoming hard to form words.
“Feels so good.” I moan as his thrusts become harder and deeper, my back dragging along the wooden surface.
I can feel the familiar tug at the base of my stomach, the tightening that comes before my release. I open my eyes to see him watching me closely, like I’m precious or fleeting. He leans forward slowly and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his thrusts now slow and languid.
His growl is my only warning as he begins to devour my mouth and fuck me hard, my pussy weeping all over him and the table. The table my family fucking eats off of. I don’t know what’s wrong with me because I come apart right then, my pussy clamping around his cock and my body jerking with each pulse. I have never come like that before.
My speech is gone, my thoughts erratic, and my vision blacked out.
“My name sounds good screaming from your mouth.” He says as his thrusts become sloppy.
I said his name?
Then he slams into me, jarring my head on the wood, and groaning my name, his cock jerking inside of me. I watch his features as the bliss takes over his face and something warms in my chest, something I don’t want to acknowledge, and certainly not ready to feel. His eyes open, connecting with mine, and his lazy smile slowly disappears.
Yeah, this is the part where we become awkward and go back to the hatred.
He eases out of me and walks to the powder room to clean himself off. I hope he flushes the condom or else I’m telling my parents Saxon had a friend over. Better him than me.
I hop off the table and find my sweater, pulling it on. Then I find my panties, deciding to pocket them since they’re wet, and I couldn’t be bothered. I lean against the table as he comes out of the bathroom, his boxers, and pants back on.
He hasn’t really made eye contact and I continue to watch him as he pulls his sweater back on, his muscles bunching.
“I should… ah… probably get home.” He mutters.
“Yeah.”
His eyes meet mine and I can see the confusion in his. I wonder which emotion is winning? I turn and walk out of the kitchen, leading him to the front door, my chest growing heavy with each step. This was his one fuck to get me out of his system right? Maybe now he can leave me well enough alone.
My heart drops to my stomach with that thought and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to be left alone.
I open the front door and look at the floor as he walks by me.
“Ivy…” he begins but I cut him off.
“Goodnight, Neil.” Then I shut the door softly in his face.
I just Band-Aided my feelings.
I wanted to tell her I’d call or text but she just shut the door.
