Page 34 of The Hookup
“I can get used to it. It is a first for me. Is it a first for you?”
“No.” But he didn’t care to give her a further explanation. Avoiding the bed as much as he did when having sex, meant he’d christened most of the furniture in an average home.
“Don’t forget the condom.”
He never did. He’d already split open the foil packet.
“I won’t. I'm careful.” He slid it on, then positioned himself at her entrance. She gasped out aloud, sounding out a low, appreciative moan as he started to tunnel in. Grabbing her hips, he thrust in slowly, inch by inch, letting her body take in the size of him. She was so wet as he slid in, his body jolted because she felt so good. She had her forearms down, with her forehead resting on her hands. Undecipherable sounds came from her lips, groans more like, syncing with his thrusting.
He moved faster and faster, her arms now stretching forward so that her fingers gripped the edge of the table.
Her moans encouraged him. Not that he needed any encouraging, but he had almost forgotten how good this was. It had been a while since he’d fucked anyone, and months since he’d been with the sports masseuse.
Kay was a beautiful, welcome relief. She was soft, and slick as he slapped into her, pounding her again and again, each thrust making the kitchen table wobble.
“Harder!” she gasped, making the kinds of animal sounds he loved to hear. He complied, grabbing her hips as if they were a life buoy in a raging sea. Heat and adrenaline coursed through him as he buried deep inside her, then pulled out, and did it over and over and over again.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t drag it out, because the sight of her naked bottom, and the sound of her moans took him over the edge. His stamina was low, and just like that, after a few hard thrusts, he was done. He grunted as he came, taking the weight of his body onto his arms as he collapsed over her back.
She moaned with disappointment as he pulled away, her face resting on her hands, and her ass still high in the air. “Didn’t you…?” he asked, knowing the answer even as he asked the question.
“No.”
Hell.He prided himself on pleasing women. “Sorry.” He zipped up his pants, guilt washing over him. “I don’t know what happened.” Except that he did. Weeks of pent-up frustration, and months since he’d last had sex. And this woman was beyond sexy. Somehow she had managed to touch him in a way nobody had. Not since he’d had his heart broken. “Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yes.” She sounded pissed off as she lifted her head. He was tempted to run his hands over her tight, pert bottom again, but it didn’t seem the thing to do. Not now that he hadn’t satisfied her. Beside, all that touchy-feely stuff would imply a level of intimacy that he wasn’t comfortable with.
“It’s down the hallway.” She straightened up, pulling her thong up and turning her back to him as she did up her halter neck.
She hadn’t even looked at him once.
Chapter 12
She felt used. He’d gotten his payoff, and left her feeling empty. Cheated of hers.
She’d told him she was fine with this. Butthiswasn’t what she’d envisioned when she’d said she wasn’t interested in having a relationship.
But this had happened too fast.
She wasn’t used to it.
Not that she was crying wolf.
It wasn’t as if he’dmadeher.
No.
She hadwantedthis.
But sexual satisfaction at the end would have made her feel he cared about her.
Notthis.
There had been nothing in it for her apart from the initial excitement of him stroking her bare buttocks, and the few brief seconds of foreplay while his fingers had given her cheap thrills.
But that had been it.
He didn’t care about her. He hadn’t taken his time or been gentle and loving. Could she blame him when she had told him that this was all she’d wanted? She was saying one thing, and feeling another. But it didn’t take away from the fact that she felt like that tissue he’d used to clean up a few moments ago; good for one thing, then crumpled up and discarded.
