Page 5 of Oh My Gourd
“It's Okay, I'm clean, if that's what you're worried about.”
“No, it’s not that. I mean, I'm also clean, but I don't know if you're on birth control.” The thought of Tori pregnant with our child makes me happier than someone who just had the bestsex of his life should be in the face of a possible accidental pregnancy.
She shakes her head. “I’m not on birth control, but it's fine, I just finished my period, so it's the wrong time of the month.” Her words should console me, but instead they leave me with a baby-sized hole in my heart.
five
Tori
Mace does know howto take it slow, a fact he shows me once we manage to tear ourselves away from the door and take a shower together. It’s a snug fit in the small hallway bathroom, but we make it work. Mace insists on washing me himself with long, sweeping caresses that do more to excite me for round two than to clean.
“I think I’m extra clean there.” I giggle as Mace runs his soapy hands over my breasts.
“Fine, then what about here?” He drops his slick hands onto my inner thighs, making long sweeping motions between them until I moan for him to touch me higher. Obeying my command, he places his hands where my body craves them the most, gliding against my clit until I’m crying out my release.
Holding me through my orgasm, he finishes rinsing the soap from my body, then lifts me out of the shower before patting me dry. We head back to his room, but now I'm warm and glowing and ready for round two when he says the words I least want to hear. “I don't have another condom. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come over and over all night until I can go to a gas station in the morning to buy a box.”
I almost have a fit until I remember the condom I keep in my purse as a reminder not to date jerks like Niles again. “I have one.” I nearly jump for joy as I reach for my purse, pulling out the joke condom Niles left on my desk. The joke's on him--I’m actually going to get some use out of it.
Mace lies on the bed, watching me with his hands behind his head. “Do I want to know why you have a condom in your purse, Miss Wells?” My insides melt at his use of my name—it’s so professional yet naughty.
I toss the condom next to his head and swing a leg over his hips to straddle him. Then I run my fingernails lightly down his chest, allowing the image to stay in my memory. He's beautiful, and tonight he's all mine. I'm going to make good use of every minutebefore Monday morning, when we go back to being the boss and the assistant.
I press my hips against him. “You can thank your ex-stepbrother for the condom.” At his growl, I keep going. “As a joke, he left condoms around my cubicle. I saved one to remind me not to date guys like Niles ever again. Who knew I would need it someday?”
I stare down into Mace’s handsome face. How are we supposed to pretend we can go back to normal on Monday? It’s crazy. After tonight, we’ll know how each of us looks naked, and I’ll have the memory of how perfect he feels inside of me. It will be so awkward, I’ll probably end up being transferred to a different department.
I push those thoughts aside and decide to live in the moment. We only have one condom left, so I plan to make the most of it. I run my fingertips along the stubble of his jaw, imagining how it would feel between my legs. I don’t have to wait long as he grips my hips and switches places with me. Sliding down my body, he spreads my thighs wide enough for his broad shoulders to settle between.
The first swipe of his tongue has me arching my back off the mattress at how good it feels. He continues to torment me lick after lick, until I’m squirming beneath him. He takes his sexual torture up a notch, inserting two fingers into my soaking wet core. I should be embarrassed at the sucking sounds my body is making as he pushes into me deeper and faster but I’m not. Nothing that feels this good should ever be embarrassing.
His tongue flicks over my clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers and their punishing pace. My orgasm sneaks up on me, and I soak his face and beard with my lust. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” Mace likes me through my orgasm with gentle strokes across my clit.
He slides up my body, taking only a moment to put on the condom before positioning his latex-covered shaft at my entrance. “Are you ready for me?” He kisses my lips, letting me taste myself on him.
“I’m ready,” I whisper against his mouth.
With a gentle nudge, he pushes his way inside me. It’s different from the first time. Instead of the fast, frantic need to possess me, his movements are slow and steady, driving me wild. “Faster. Please.” I beg.
“Not this time, Tori. This time I’m going to take it slow and brand you from the inside out so no other man will do.” I don’t want to think about any man but Mace, especially with him inside me, making my body respond so well. “Relax, Tori. Let your orgasm come to you, don’t fight it.”
This is only our second time together, and he already knows my body better than I do. He’s right; I usually fight my body, forcing a release that never happens with a partner—only with my own fingers after my partner finishes, except for today. Mace has already shown me what it’s like to come with a partner and not after.
A warm, tingling sensation of goosebumps spreads across my skin, alerting me that my orgasm is near. Instead of resisting it, I surrender and allow it to take over, and just like the first orgasm Mace gave me, this one is the best I’ve ever experienced.
With one last thrust of his hips, he empties himself into the condom, and I can’t help but wish it were me he was coming inside of instead of the latex.
six
Mace
Tori was unusually quieton the way to my grandmother’s house. I chalked it up to nerves over the possibility of Niles being there. But even now, as we sit around the table passing the food around without Niles or his father here, Tori is still quiet. I place my hand on her bare leg, giving thanks that she wore another skirt today.
“So, you two left the bar fairly early last night.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but Mindy looks between me and Tori, waiting for our answer.
“We had a chance to relax and get some sleep,” I answer, trying to give Tori a buffer from my nosy family.
“Right,” Natalie adds. “All that you two did was relax and sleep. Then why does Tori have beard burn on her neck?”
