17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
On Monday night after a long day, I stand in my living room naked breathing in the warm evening air from my open balcony doors. I can feel the energy humming from the strip a half mile away.
My body on fire, I close my eyes, and see Eoghan on top of me. I feel his hands on me, holding me, his cock slamming inside me.
I even feel his long, thick finger in my butt.
I reach around and press into the curve of my back. I’ve massaged my own clit but never thought to skate around and play with my hole.
My nipples flare to life with the tepid breeze that hits my skin. I wonder if anyone can see me. I want someone to see me. I want someone to want me.
Okay not someone. Eoghan.
But he’s gone.
The City Sinners app profile must still be processing or broken. I can’t imagine there’d be no responses to a profile asking for hot dirty meaningless sex. And that photo taken from Trista’s bachelorette party doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
Dancing, drunk, and falling out of a very short dress doesn’t turn anyone on?
My center aches, and I quickly go to the nightstand in my bedroom to grab my vibrator. In the past, I’d only held the battery-operated cock, Rocco, as I’ve nick-named it, against my clit. It had been enough, but now that Eoghan tore away my virtue and knowing the feel of his big dick inside me, simple pressure is not enough.
I want Rocco, no, I need Rocco inside me.
I shut my bedroom lamp. The lights from the balcony slash across the room as I lie on my bed and drag a finger through my folds.
God, I’m soaked.
Don’t need any lubrication.
With my legs spread, Rocco slides inside me, and I lose my breath.
I flip the switch, and the vibrator buzzes to life. I grip the comforter, my nails digging into the fabric.
“Oh God.” My heart pounds.
Rocco is long, wide, and veiny.
Like… Eoghan.
My chest heaves, wishing that sexy mob bosswas here. But that’s impossible. Even if he lived in Las Vegas, to see him again would be very unwise. My hips undulate and biting my lip, I get on my knees. Stretching my thick thighs wide, I firmly wedge Rocco inside me so I can ride him.
I wish I got to do this with Eoghan…
But he…
He exploded rather fast inside me. Not sure what made him lose his shit so quickly while wearing a condom.
Maybe…
I breathe, getting heated.
Maybe because I was a virgin, I was extra snug for him. A smile builds on my mouth, and my nipples seize, thinking how I brought that fuck horse to his knees.
He may have beaten me in a courtroom that day, but I slayed him in the bedroom.
Tensions build and my orgasm hovers at the base of my spine.
“There. Right there. Oh God.” I close my eyes and flip on my back, pushing Rocco deeper inside me.
“Eoghan, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Okay…
God, I hear him. I hear his voice in my head, and it sets off an explosion in my womb.
Oh crap, I can’t escape him. He’s soaked into my soul like gasoline, and I’m gonna ignite into a blaze I can’t control.
My eyes still closed, I use both hands now, heatedly pumping Rocco in and out of me. I come in a fury again and my heart pounds so out of control, I might code right here on the bed.
That would be a good story for Trista’s newspaper.
Prosecutor dies by vibrator calling out the name of a crime lord’s consigliere…