Page 89 of Soul Mates: Hercules Valentine and I
“Are you on the pill?” I should stop thrusting until she gives me an answer, but I can’t.
“No,” she whimpers. “But I’m not ovulating.”
I can’t take that chance. I wish I could, but I can’t.
In and out, I pump faster, unable to slow down. My cock is in a headlock. She’s tight.
I quickly take off my jacket and wrap it around my cock as I pull out.
I’m shaking against her soft and warm body. The wall holds us both. We stay like this until I have control of myself again.
I kiss her cheek. “That was…”
How was it? Magnificent. The best I’ve ever had. All I ever wanted.
I’m looking at her face. She looks confused. I think she regrets what we just did. I don’t, though. Not at all.
Paisley Grove
Someone pinch me. Tell me I’m dreaming.
I’m this close to telling him the whole truth.I’m Paisley.Paisley Grove.I want to say it.
“I’m sorry,” I say instead.
His eyebrows furrow. “Sorry for what?”
Say it. Say it now!
“For not telling you about Boston. I… I’m sorry.”
Oh God.The whole truth was right on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t want to mess this up. What just happened between me and Hercules was more than I ever could have hoped for. I was in sensory overload the whole time his hands and mouth were on me. And then he was inside me, and I nearly blew a gasket.
He snorts as he smirks. I love his sensual facial expressions.
“As you can see, it’s okay.”
We look down at his penis wrapped in his jacket and chuckle.
Then the elevator buzzes. A female voice says, “The elevator has been stopped for five minutes. If you are experiencing an emergency, please press the red emergency button. Otherwise, press any button to be safely taken to your desired floor. The elevator has been…” She continues.
Hercules fixes his pants, and I look for my panties. It takes me a few seconds to find them. They’re clear across the elevator.How did they get over there?
Hercules watches me put my panties back on. By the look in his eyes, I think he wants to take them off again. He’s no longer inside me, but I can still feel his girth stretching me. I was so close to a full-fledged orgasm, but he was too excited to last.
“Ready?” His voice resonates over the buzzing and warning.
I nod.
Hercules’s strong finger, maybe the one that was inside of me, presses the on button. The elevator is going to the lobby. We're both silent. I don't know what to say, and I don't think he does either.
Bling.The doors open. Mason is at the front of four or five people waiting to go up.
“Hey! There are you are. They called you, Herc,” Mason says as the people behind him rush in and Hercules and I step out. “You’re supposed to claim your painting with the…” His eyebrows slowly furrow as he looks at me.
Hercules never went up front to get his painting.
Finally, Mason turns his head slightly as if he’s detecting some funny business between us.
