Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
Michelle
T his isn’t my life. This must be something out of a dream, because there is no way this beautiful, tattooed man is between my legs, letting me call him Bonnie, and eating me like he’s trying to find the center of a Tootsie pop.
“Fuck,” I yell, my hips arching off the bed as he slaps my clit sharply before licking the sting away. If I were sleeping, the mix of pleasure and pain would have woken me up in an instant.
“Just making sure you’re still with me. You’re holding back on my sounds.” As if on cue, a noise I’m certain I’ve never made before rips from my throat while he twirls his tongue and angles his fingers in unison. “Better,” he says, chuckling darkly. The vibrations from his laugh thrum through my core.
I prop myself up on one elbow, wanting to commit the sight to memory. My other hand is tight in his hair, making sure he finishes what he started. He seems content to complete the mission or die trying. His painted arms hold down my legs as they threaten to squeeze against the pleasure. He adds one more finger to his thrusts before sucking my clit into his mouth with the perfect pressure to tip me over the edge. My view goes hazy, and my arm gives out, my back meeting the bed. He continues to work me through the waves of pleasure. The fingers tangled in his hair loosen their grip once I come down to earth. The next second, I tighten them again to tug him away from my core, too sensitive to bear anymore. Bonnie moves away immediately, climbing up my body so his gaze meets mine. He groans and I glance down to see the tip of his cock peeking out above his boxer briefs, dragging along the lace covering my stomach. He shivers from the sensation. I want to make him shiver again.
“Hi,” he says, his eyes hot on mine as his tongue licks in a circle, tasting the proof of the most intense orgasm of my life from his lips.
“Hu—hi,” I huff out, still finding myself short on breath. It should be awkward, having a near stranger boxing me in, no words passing between us. Instead, I take comfort in our physical compatibility. To think of all those years I wasted believing I couldn’t remove the emotion from sex. I hadn’t tried hard enough. Not knowing their name! Can’t get less emotionally connected than that.
“So,” he says, still hovering over me. “Anything else on your to-do list this evening?” His voice carries a tone indicating I’m still completely in charge here. If I told him to leave, he would, facing the risk of an indecent exposure charge. I’m not sure he’s going to get that massive dick back into his pants without a little assistance or a lot of pain.
It hits me, along with leaving the ball in my court, he’s essentially been holding a plank over my body for at least a minute. I’d love to see what else his core strength can do.
“I can think of an item or two ... hundred we can accomplish before dawn,” I say, teasing my fingers up his bicep. Perceptive may as well be his middle name. He reads my mind and flips us over so I’m straddling his waist, his cock greeting the crack of my ass from this position.
“Item one is getting both of us a bit more naked,” I say, unsure who this one-night stand sex goddess is, but hoping she sticks around after the night is over. I pull the lace up over my head, unable to stop the groan as the texture slides over my nipples. His hands immediately move to cover the newly exposed skin, tweaking and massaging the hard peaks. “You’re distracting me from my goals,” I tease, leaning down to tangle my tongue with his before sliding further down his body.
I grip the waist of his underwear and jeans and, with a helpful tilt of his hips, yank them to his thighs in one motion. His cock slaps his stomach with the sudden removal of the restraining fabric. “I’m coming back for you,” I say as I work his jeans the rest of the way off, my eyes never leaving where his tip is dark and leaking. Keeping my promise, I circle my hand around his base, marveling at the gap between my fingers. We’re going to have to take this slow and steady.
I lean down and take as much of him as I can in my mouth. “Fuck, Clyde, I knew your mouth would feel like heaven,” Bonnie groans. His head tips back in the pillows while my hand shuttles up and down on the part of his cock my mouth can’t take. Remembering how much I liked the surprise of him slapping my clit, I move one hand down to cradle his balls, before pushing a finger against the skin below. His hips jerk up, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as I pull off.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he breathes, reaching a hand down to cradle my cheek. “You caught me off guard there.”
“Note to self,” I say, wiping under my eyes with the corner of my comforter, smiling to let him know I’m okay. “Make sure you can swallow the sword before antagonizing the one feeding it to you.”
He laughs, a deep husky sound. It fills the emptiness left after a hard conversation with my boss earlier today. Who I am not thinking about during this very out of character, casual hook up. The idea Bonnie’s laugh has any power over me feels dangerous.
“You okay?” he asks, the hand on my cheek moving to stroke my arm. This tips me off my demeanor change showed on the outside too.
“Yup,” I say, shaking my hair over my shoulder before leaning down, hovering over his cock once more. “Just preparing myself.” With that, I return to work, not trying any more surprise hand movements, but focusing on the basics. Bonnie doesn’t seem to have any complaints, the strain in his abs betraying the effort he’s putting in to not thrusting. His hand tangles in my hair as his eyes stay locked on where I’m taking him in and out of my mouth.
Right as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, on purpose this time, he yanks on my hair. My mouth pulls off with a pop, and his cock smacks his stomach once more.
“So-sorry,” he says, his hand reaching down to grip tightly around the base of his dick, his eyes scrunched tight trying to stop from coming. “That snuck up on me.”
I smirk. “So, you didn’t bring those condoms for decoration, then?” I nod toward the foil packets that appeared on the nightstand while I changed in the bathroom.
“They don’t really go with the rest of the aesthetic in your room, but I like to come prepared.”
“Such a good little Boy Scout,” I say, leaning over to reach for one of the foil packets. He lets out a sardonic laugh before taking it from me. Ripping the packet open with his teeth, he rolls it on his substantial length. “I think I lasted about three weeks in the Boy Scouts before they asked my dad to not bring me back with my twin the next week.” Something flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced with a smirk and smolder. “Good thing ‘Be Prepared’ is lesson number one.” He holds his cock up for me as I hover over him.
“Good thing indeed,” I say. Lowering myself slowly, the tip of cock stretches me wide. Maybe being on top isn’t my brightest decision. I work myself down bit by bit, relishing the way his hands grip my hips.
“God, you’re like a vice,” he says, tightening his grip to match his words as I bottom out. “Need to move,” he says a moment later, the words spoken behind gritted teeth. “You okay?”
I answer by lifting myself up slightly and his instinct kicks in, helping to guide my hips up slowly before lowering me back down. We move at this slow and steady pace for a few thrusts until my thighs begin to burn with the effort of my restrained movements.
“Bonnie?” I say, shifting to lean over him, my nipples sensitive as they drag against his chest. His eyes shift up from where they were watching him enter me to meet mine.
“Yeah, Clyde?” he says as he drags out another slow thrust, causing my clit to meet his pubic bone in the most delicious way.
“Pound me.” My cheeks warm. “Please,” I add, pulling my gaze from his, focusing on the pillow below his head as uncertainty washes over me.
He releases my hip and cups my cheek, urging me to meet his eyes, before shifting to the back of my neck and pulling my head down to his. This kiss starts sweet and reassuring before our tongues are fucking and I find myself grinding down onto his dick.
He releases me, his smile wicked as he responds. “Gladly.”
His next thrust reaches new depths and I gasp as he takes over the pace. His hands take hold of my hips again in a way I almost hope leaves a mark. That core strength shows up in his hard thrusts and furious pace, each one dragging my clit against him again and again. I climb and climb before turning my head to scream into a pillow a second before falling off the cliff. He continues to thrust as my pussy milks his cock, slowing down in time with the waves of pleasure distancing themselves from my shore.
I lay there draped on him as he caresses my bare skin, all the while slowly rolling his hips up into me. As I come back to myself, I realize he’s still incredibly hard. My hips start to roll in time with his again, sparks flying where I was boneless seconds ago .
He takes this as a cue and flips me onto my back and holding himself over my body.
“Look at us,” he growls, directing my attention to where he’s thrusting in and out of me, his silicone-covered cock slick with my release. “You take me so well.”
I groan at the filth of his words, how they reverberate inside me. I once had a vast vocabulary of words, capable of explaining complex weather forecasts and discussing the merits of which Real Housewives cast reigns supreme. Now, I’m reduced to single words. “More. Fuck. Please. Yes.”
His pace picks up. “You keep looking there if you want. I’m going to watch you. You robbed me of watching you while you came on my dick last time. So, I’m going to need you to give me one more.”
Like a clap of rolling thunder, my orgasm rises again. Bonnie’s hips thrust with enough force the headboard knocks on the wall, leaving me grateful for my exterior facing bedroom. I bite my lip before he reaches to roughly pull it out from between my teeth, leaving a sting behind.
“Don’t you dare keep those sounds from me. I want to hear you.”
There’s only so much a girl can take, and I detonate around him. His rhythm stutters, once, twice, before thrusting deep and staying there, riding out his own release. His arms give out and he drops his full weight on me before rolling to the side, bringing me with him. In a tangle of limbs and sweat covered bodies, we press together as we catch our breaths.
“You know, I just didn’t want to blow your ear drum out,” I say after a few moments of heavy breathing in the otherwise quiet room.
“The fact you were able to make a conscious choice in the moment sets my bar for next time,” he says, his fingers brushing along my spine.
“Next time?” I ask, moving in a way that causes his softening cock to pull out. I try to hide my wince, but his furrowed brow tells me I failed.
“You said something about dawn, didn’t you?” He turns his head to take in the clock next to my bed. It reads a little after ten. “I’d say we have a ways to go before first light. Let me take care of this”—he gestures to his dick—“and grab you a cloth to clean up and we’ll discuss next time.”
I roll onto my back, still not fully believing this is a real-life entry in my timeline. “In that case, I’m going to need a snack,” I mutter, mostly to myself.
He pulls on his boxer briefs after dropping the tied off condom in the trash can. “Cloth first, and then if it’s okay, I’ll raid your kitchen and see what I can pull together.”
As he leaves the room, I call after him. “Only if you promise to not put anymore clothes on while you do it.”
He gladly adheres to my request, after making one of his own: I’m only putting my robe on to allow him to focus. I’m surprised at how much we talk and laugh while he makes the most delicious post-sex egg scramble I’ve ever had. He takes me back to bed, making good on his promise to put me completely out of my mind before we fall into an exhausted sleep in the early morning hours.
I wake up to bright sunshine streaming through the window of the blinds I never closed last night. The sheets next to me are cold to the touch, twisting my stomach into a knot I didn’t expect. I’m sure in my gut the apartment is empty. Still, I find myself peeking into the bathroom before wandering into an equally unoccupied living area. A piece of paper on the counter catches my eye, the messy handwriting unfamiliar.
Clyde,
Sorry to let you wake up by yourself. I worried if I waited, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from asking for your real name and your phone number. But that’s not what you said you wanted. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.
Forever your partner in sexy crime,
Bonnie
I sit on the stool next to the island, my memories tripping over last night. I can at least send him a message to be sure he got home okay. Or, what’s to stop us from meeting up when he’s in town again in the future? I search for my phone and right on cue, two quick vibrations in a row fill the space. It’s lying face up on the coffee table. I pick it up with the intention of opening Tinder, but my most recent email notification distracts me instead. It’s an email from my boss, requesting a meeting first thing tomorrow morning. He wants to follow up on the conversation we had before I left on Friday about the “overly technical” nature of my forecasts.
With that, the bubble is broken. I’ve put years into my career, sacrificing my social life, boyfriends, and countless other things along the way. There isn’t any time to lose focus now. I pick up my phone again and navigate to Tinder. The message thread with RidgeMan93 opens, but I force myself to close out of it. I navigate through the menus, my thumb hovering over the screen for a few seconds before I confirm I want to deactivate my account. After I delete the app, I shove my phone in the couch cushions, wanting it out of sight and out of mind.
Okay, Michelle . One hour of wallowing in a bath to soothe your aching body, and then no more thinking about why your body feels so deliciously used.
I push up off the couch and push through the wave of sadness that hits me. Goodbye, RidgeMan.