Page 15 of Exrated
A soft breath blows over my sensitive skin. “Fuck no.” Groaning, his mouth covers me again, the slight rumble causing my back to arch away from the mattress.
“Just fuck me already,” I say.
“No.”
He keeps at me, sucking, licking, nipping, and just when I am about to lose it, the second that heat begins to drown my entire body, Tyler hops up.
I hear a drawer open then slam. Foil tears.
A few moments later and he’s hovering over me. “You’re okay with this?”
“Yes,” I say in one single breath as I pull his face back to mine. As soon as our lips meet, he slowly pushes into me. I shift, adjusting my hips to let him sink in deeper. This feels so familiar. So right yet so wrong. This is not where I belong and is all at the same time.
His arms brace beside me, and as soon as he’s all the way inside me, he stills, his chest resting against mine. I can feel his heart thumping. I hate this because this should be a one-night stand, but the thing I am realizing is no matter how many years later it is, when you love someone the way I loved Tyler, well, when you say you’re over it, you’re lying. Fucking someone your heart wants is not a one-night stand.
“Shit,” he says, a slight growl in his voice as he pushes himself so deep inside me it hurts. That pain that makes you want to say stop but go deeper—that is the threshold he’s at right now. My nails slice into his skin as they trail down his taught back to his ass. His hands reach under my ass, and he scoots to the edge of the bed, dragging me with him. Groaning, he lifts me from the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts and I ride, and the next thing I know, I’m against the wall with my hands pinned above my head as he drives into me. A few minutes later, I’m straddling his hips, riding him on the floor. And somehow, I end up back on the bed, my head hanging off the edge while he relentlessly fucks me, pinching my clit between his fingers.
“I can’t even tell you how good your pussy feels,” he manages to say through his clenched jaw. “Shit, Jemma.” He furiously circles my clit, thrusting so hard and deep that my head is nearly touching the floor. Everything in me tightens. My vision goes white, and all inhibitions flee. I moan. I cry. I swat at his sweat soaked skin as my entire body loses control under his touch.
Seconds later, he goes rigid, his fingers digging into my hips when he collapses on top of me. His hard, heavy breaths blowing over my neck cause my body to tense because it can take no more stimulation.
“Fuck…” he says with a post-sex blissful laugh.
And all I can do is try to catch my breath and stop the room from spinning. I did not leave my apartment expecting this tonight, and how I’m going to deal with this—I have no idea.
So I do the only thing I can right now, I flop back on the pillow, and I fall asleep next to the boy that used to mean the world to me.
The sun pours in from the half opened blinds, and I shift in the bed. When I pull in a breath, all I smell is Dolce and Gabbana, which reminds me that I’m not in my apartment. My eyes fly open, and I sit up so fast my head spins. Tyler’s sprawled out on the bed, one arm over his head, the other resting on his defined stomach. The sheets lay right below the deep guidelines cut into his hips. The way the sun glistens off his tanned skin is all but sickening.
“Jemma,” I hear Heather whisper my name from behind the door. “Jemma!” That time it sounded more like a hiss.
I look around the room for my clothes, grab my thong and bra from the floor, my skirt from the foot of the bed, and quickly pull them on as I scour the room for my shirt.Shit, that came off in the hall.I tiptoe to the door. The hinges barely creak when I slip out of the bedroom.
Heather’s slumped against the wall with one arm held out, my shirt dangling from her finger. “Need this?”
I snatch it from her and pull it over my head. When she looks up, I can’t help but laugh. Her hair is disheveled, the remaining makeup she has on is smeared all over on her face, and she has hickeys on her neck.
“Hickeys?” I say. “Really, Heather?”
She swats her hand through the air and grumbles. “It’s one o’clock. We gotta go. I called a cab already.”
“Yeah, okay…um, just… just let me, uh…” I feel like I should tell him bye or something—but then again, maybe a little rejection would serve him right?
“That good, huh?”
I shake my head as we make our way down the hall to the front door. “I can’t even begin to tell you how fucked up this is.”
“Oh, shit, did he have a little dick? I hate when that happens. All hot and fucking stacked and then they drop their drawers and it’s like, really? What a fucking waste.” She opens the door.
“No, Heather. Jesus, you are such a perv.”
The front door bangs shut behind me as I step onto the porch. The patio pavers burn my bare feet on the way down to the curb.
“Okay, so what was the deal?”
“That guy, that’s my ex.”
“Wait, what? No. Tyler?Theex.”
