Page 51 of Sweeper
I mean, Link’s not wrong. I do need to show Daphney that I’m a lot more than what we did last night, which I didn’t think was bad. It felt wicked good actually. But maybe my head not being fully focused on her was too obvious. I can’t remember the last time I went a year without sex. I’m sure I was just a little rusty. Now that I’ve jumped back on the saddle, I’ll be much better the next time.
However, I’m not even sure Daphney wants a next time. We didn’t exactly discuss our situation. Was it a one-time thing? Or could we be regular starters in each other’s lives?
Either way, I need a redo. I can’t face her in the hallway every day and have her thinking I’m bad at sex. No goddamn way. I have a reputation to uphold. Maybe Link’s idea oftaking herisn’t as crazy as it sounds. I just need one chance to show her that I can jerk one out of the park and have her begging for more.
Daphney
My fingers freeze on my keyboard when I hear a knock on my door. It’s two o’clock on Friday, and I’ve been hiding out in my flat for the past two days, trying my best not to run into Zander. After how mental I behaved a couple of nights ago, I’m sure the last thing he wants to do is see his one-night stand again.
Of course it’s just my luck that Bethnal Green has no matches this weekend, so the odds of avoiding him are not in my favor. I’d go back home for the weekend if I didn’t have a shift at Old George tonight and tomorrow night.
I begrudgingly rise from my piano bench and make my way over to the door, hoping it’s just my brother or Phoebe stopping by. When I peer through the peephole and spot Zander on the other side, my heart leaps into my throat.
“I heard you playing your piano, Ducky. Just open up and stop avoiding me.” His voice is gruff and sexy, causing my vagina to dance again. Damn him.
I exhale heavily and open my door to see Zander standing there in workout gear consisting of Adidas training trousers and a zip-up hoodie. His hat is facing forward, and the moody look in his eyes has my body clenching with desire.
“Hiya.” I cringe at the weird tone in my voice. This moment right here is why casual sex is an awful idea. It’s never awkward to see your boyfriend after shagging him. But a one-night stand? Awkward city!
Zander steps toward me, a glacial look in his eye as he says flatly, “I’m going to kiss you, okay?”
“Sorry?” I croak, and the next thing I know, his lips press on mine as he holds my face in his large, calloused hands and thrusts his tongue greedily into my mouth.
In most circumstances and with any other man, I would be offended. I’d shove him away and tell him that he has no right to just kiss me like that. But this isn’t most circumstances, and Zander isn’t just any other man. He’s…Soccer Boy. And the trembling of my limbs right now is a clear indication that he can do pretty much whatever he wants with me.
My puckered lips whoosh forward when Zander yanks back, his eyes frantic with worry. “Shit, you didn’t say yes.”
“What?” I rasp, my mouth feeling like it’s been teased in the cruelest way possible.
“I-I just thought you’d say yes,” he stammers, his words ragged as he stares hungrily at my lips. “Is this consent?”
“What on earth are you talking about?” I grip the sides of his jacket and feel annoyed that we’re not still kissing.
He releases my face and steps back, and my body nearly falls forward at the loss of him. His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. “I want to take you.”
“Take me where?” I ask, staring up at him like he’s a bloody alien speaking another language.
“Here…sexually,” he barks, his voice laced with frustration.
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Zander, I can barely understand you. What is going on?”
“Yes or no, Ducky?” He pulls his hat off his head to run an agitated hand through his hair.
“Yes,” I croak because my body has been practically screaming to be touched ever since I experienced my first orgasm less than forty-eight hours ago.
In a breath, Zander rushes me, grabbing my bottom and hoisting me up so I have to wrap my legs around him. He kisses me wildly, banging me into the door as he closes it behind us. His tongue moves down my neck as he nips at my skin. The sensation causes every muscle in my body to tense, and I feel my hips rolling into his.
He pushes us off the wall and stomps over to my bed. “Take your clothes off,” he growls as he drops me on the mattress like a sack of potatoes.
Confused but also insanely aroused, I do as he says and watch him as he also ditches his own clothing. My eyes are saucers when I see he’s rock hard already. His bare cock is pointing right at me, and in the broad daylight, I dare say it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.
I perch on the edge of my bed, naked and slightly confused as he rolls on a condom. My body shivers as his hands grip my ankles to yank me to the edge of the bed. I let out a little yip that sounded embarrassingly like a frightened Yorkie, but Zander doesn’t notice as he places my legs on top of his shoulders and centers himself at my entrance.
“Fucking wet again,” he groans as he pushes his long finger deep inside me. He bites his lip as he pumps slowly and steadily into my channel. He looks like he’s in pain, and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Without warning, he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his cock. The abrupt invasion has my entire body tensing. “Oh, my God,” I cry out because the pressure is overwhelming.
Zander jostles me as he throws one of my legs over his head and pivots me onto my side. He’s now gripping both my calves on his left shoulder as he hunches down and pulls out before driving back inside me. The new angle pushes him even deeper, and with my legs closed, I can feel every ridge of him as he hits a new spot that’s never been stroked before.
