Page 14 of The One Bed Rule
But I’m still not satisfied. I want him. More of him.
I straddle him, my knees on each side of his hips, and he holds my ass, letting me take the lead. He seems to know I need it. He smacks my ass with one hand, playfully, and I let my entrance rub against his dick.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, sitting up and taking one of my nipples in his mouth, his hands at my back.
“Yes.” The word from my mouth doesn't sound like me.
He lays back and uses his hands to lift me over him. His cock nudges my entrance and I have no idea how much of him I’ll be able to take. Inch by inch, he fills me.
“You’re so tight. Still wet for me.” His arms flex as he controls me on top of him and I don’t know if I’ve ever been with someone this strong.
He’s as gentle as he can be; it stings, but in a way that might kill me if we don’t keep going. I move my hips, needing more, and can feel my walls stretch for him.
I breathe through it, deep and slow, my body tingling from the pressure. And then I’m taking all of him and he just stops, waiting for me to make the next call.
Slowly, I ride him, moving my hips forward, still stretching with his length. Seth’s hands find my ass and he digs his fingersinto my cheeks—hard enough to leave a mark. I throw my head back, finding my rhythm, my hands pushing into his chest.
He takes a thumb and puts it in front of my clit. When I rock forward, it hits me just right and I can’t believe how close I am to coming again. My breathing is shallow, quick, and I can’t help but chew my lip. I lift my chest, my hands finding my hair and pulling it, as Seth grips my hips with his other hand. I’m obsessed with the way his fingers dig into me, keeping the rhythm and pushing us closer together.
Seth pants, “I’m close. I’m—” His eyes are on me and I’m back to putting my hands on him, feeling his muscles flex underneath my fingers.
The slight lean forward, plus his thumb with the pressure, is all it takes for me to come again. This time it’s slow and it drags me with it. My arms shake as I hold myself up, trying to keep my screams to myself, because we’re not in someone’s apartment—we’re at a fucking inn.
Seth speeds up, causing my orgasm to hit me like a tidal wave, and then he’s whimpering right alongside me. I feel him contract and flex deeper into me, the veins showing themselves on his neck as both of his hands find my ass.
He sits up, riding out his own shocks as I continue to push into him, needing more. Wanting everything he has to give. When the shivers leave my skin and I’m brought back to the two of us in this bed, I can’t help but fall into him.
His hand wraps around me. “I like my rule,” Seth whispers while rubbing my skin. I’m too spent to do anything.
Or even tell him he’s right.
Twelve
Seth
Thepowerwentoutan hour ago. I peek at my phone, seeing the time: 1:30 AM. I’ve been dozing on and off, as Claire moves around this bed like we’ve done it a hundred times. I got up when the power went out to get the extra comforter in the closet. Claire’s back in her lingerie but she might as well be naked—it’s definitely not keeping her warm. At first, she acted like she wasn’t going to get close to me, but it took only a few minutes of her on her own, rolled away from me, for the cold to get her. Now, she’s rolled into me, holding onto the arm that rests in the middle of the bed.
Looking over, I see her eyes flutter with sleep, maybe dreams, and can tell from here that her nose is red. It’s fucking cold in here. I know Jess mentioned there was a generator, but maybe it didn’t kick on? No way I’m going to go traipsing around, trying to find her; for now, we’ll just stay warm until morning.
While I have a minute, I look at the weather app on my phone, making sure to turn down the brightness and keep as much of it away from Claire as possible. Don’t want to wake her up.
How the fuck can it keep snowing like this? I watch the radar and it’s this massive blob of blue that just keeps rotating but never really moving anywhere. It looks like white-out conditions are expected for tomorrow, and maybe even the next day. Pulling up the airports around us, I find all flights are still grounded. Nothing going in or out tomorrow.
Just when I think we could try and make the drive, slow and steady, there’s a news article urging people to stay off the roads. North Carolina is not equipped to deal with ice or large amounts of snow like this. For fuck’s sake, it’s a good thing this place has a generator—one that I hope will at least work in the morning.
Part of me only suggested the whole one bed rule when I thought we’d end up making our way home in twenty-four hours. But, that would be too convenient, wouldn’t it? Now, I’m going to be doing the “hang-of-shame” while we try to wait out a random ass storm in October? This would happen to me.
And it’s not that I don’t want to spend more time with Claire—because I do—but I’m kind of thinking about how we were with each other. Felt very much like a one time thing, for this bizarre circumstance only, and we’d go back to regularly scheduled programming and the city in the morning.
Taking her in, her lips still swollen and pink, there’s this small crack in my chest, one that I’d barely feel if I was in my regular routine. Normally, I’d let myself feel it for a few seconds, take a deep breath, and move on. I’ve not had the space, time, or even want to feel much of anything like this.
That’s what a massive loss will do to you.
It’s been over ten years but still shapes so much of who I am, even when I think it doesn’t.
Now, I’m thinking about how easy this was with Claire. How I didn’t have to say much of anything to get her to jump in, head first. Maybe she felt the same way I was? Or maybe she was bored and didn’t want to think about going to bed at 8 PM on her birthday.
All I know is that I haven’t been with someone, this way, in a long time. Not even the sex— that was also something fucking wildly good and surprising—but the sleeping over, sharing a bed. I know this isn’t what I picked, and it’s just luck of the draw, but why can I see us doing this at my place?
