8. Just One Time – Mar
CHAPTER 8
JUST ONE TIME
MAR
If sex with Sihn is anything like oral with him, I have got to try it at least once.
One time. I’ll allow myself one time with him to get it out of my system and then we will both move on. He’ll be on to the next girl, and I’ll be too busy with work to think about him.
He gently lifts my leg from his shoulder and sets it down on the ground. I am spent, but still very much excited and not at all tired anymore.
“I want to watch you orgasm while deep inside of you.”
I bite my lip. “Here in the hallway?”
“No, not here. Somewhere with better lighting.” I pucker my lips to protest, but he stops me. “I want the lights on. I want to see what your face looks like when you explode with ecstasy.”
I gulp down the saliva that has collected in my mouth from those intimate words he’s spoken. I’ve not been with many men but the ones I have been with haven’t ever said anything more than fuck that’s good , or I’m about to come . None of them ever brought me to orgasm the way Sihn just did.
He takes hold of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine as he leads me across the hall and into Verdi’s guest bedroom. The room consists of a queen bed and a side table. She uses this room for the extra closet space.
“I’ve crashed in here a few times,” I tell Sihn as he forces me to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I assumed when you offered this room to me that you would be sleeping in Verdi’s room. Not on the sofa.”
“You assumed wrong. She has this weird thing about people sleeping in her bed. Even when we were kids.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that? I would have given this bed to you hours ago.”
“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t mind sleeping on the sofa.”
“Mar, you’re nearly as tall as I am. It couldn’t have been comfortable.”
“I thought you were going to put me in the throes of passion… I’m coming down from my high.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Throes of passion sounds like something from an old soap opera.”
I giggle.
“Pull your shirt off and lay back,” he requests.
He’s wearing only his briefs. I do as he says and remove my last piece of clothing. I lean back on my elbows and bring the heels of my feet up on the bed putting my body into a crunch-like position.
“I think you’ll like it,” Sihn says as he grips the top of his waistband.
I lick my lips. I only get a glimpse of what he’s packing as it springs free and bobs in the air before he slinks up between my thighs.
“Is this good?” he asks.
I nod and lean my head back as my heart thumps in my chest and my blood feels as if it zips around, making me lightheaded.
He’s on his knees between my legs. He uses one hand on my knee to brace himself as his other hand grasps his cock and moves it up and down my sensitive flesh. He circles the tip around my entrance before slowly guiding it inside my warmth.
“Are you okay?”
My back arches as I whimper, “Mm-hmm.”
He fills me up and then moves back out. It’s almost torturous how slowly he moves. His hands move to my knees and push them back toward my abdomen. He is deeper this way. I think he’s going to begin moving faster, but he doesn’t. He moves slowly in and out.
“Kiss me,” I plead. I want his lips back on me.
He grins down at me. “As long as you lock your legs when it’s time for me to finish.”
“Are you asking me to tighten my insides?” I have always wondered if the guy can feel that or not.
“Nope….not let me pull out.”
What he is asking of me finally registers, so I wrap my legs around his torso forcing his chest to mine. Our breathing is synced without even trying—short, shallow, fast breaths. With one hand tangled in my hair and the other caressing my neck, Sihn’s lips crash down on mine. His tongue pushes its way in, and I rock into him. He licks inside my mouth and then the outside of my lips.
Sihn’s lips leave mine again. “I want you to come again before me, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out much longer, so…”
Anxious and embarrassed I admit, “I’ve never been able to get off from penetration alone.”
He uses one hand to hold himself up above me and the other slides down to my clit. He continues to move in and out of me, slowly, as his fingers rub my swollen flesh. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to begin to build. My legs fall from his waist.
“Open those pretty eyes, Mar. I want you to look at me as I make you come.”
He is going to ruin me for all other men, and I am going to let him.
Finally, my body begins to tingle and my nipples harden as I find my release while getting lost in Sihn’s emerald eyes.
His hand disappears from between my legs, and he leans forward until his chest is flesh against mine. I wrap my legs around his torso again, locking him in. He circles one arm around the back of my neck and uses the other for balance as he rocks into me.
Intrusive thoughts keep me from reality as I wonder if this is as good for him as it is for me. He essentially said he wasn’t looking for just a hookup, but that’s clearly what this is.
“Mar,” he groans.
“Yeah.”
“Stay with me in the moment.”
How did he know I was stuck in my head?
The pace of his thrusts picks up and whatever he’s hitting inside of me slightly hurts but also makes me want to beg him for more.
My eyes peer into his and he says, “There you are, Pretty One.”
He continues his pursuit, his eyes rolling in his head as his free hand touches me all over as if he’s making sure I’m really here.
My legs tighten around his hips as he lets out a desperate, filthy noise.
As I stare at my face in Verdi’s mirror, I try to process last night.
Ruined. I am ruined for any other man. I have never had sex like that since I began my sexual experiences at seventeen. It felt like Sihn made love to me, but that doesn’t make any sense. How can one make love with another if they aren’t in love ?
While washing my face I remember how my and Sihn’s limbs were tangled up this morning. Usually, I prefer to sleep alone, but maybe that’s because I never had a heating blanket like Sihn before to snuggle me through the night…
We both showered before crashing into the guest bed.
When I’m as presentable as one can be while wearing the previous evening’s clothes, I make my way to the kitchen to check the time and make coffee. I need caffeine.
The clock says it’s eleven eleven. When I was a teen, I always made a wish at eleven eleven. Even though I’m supposed to be a grown-up now, I close my eyes and make a wish that I can figure out my career path before my parents finally give up on me.
Sihn’s voice comes from behind me. “You’ve got your eyes closed and your face scrunched. Are you remembering last night?”
“I was making a wish that you would be gone, but here you are…so it didn’t come true.”
He sharply inhales. “Harsh.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I’m tired. I turned over and you were gone…”
I rummage in the refrigerator but all Verdi has is some eggs, expired milk, and processed cheese. No thanks. “I was going to make some coffee.” I open up her cabinets and find no coffee.
“She probably doesn’t keep coffee here…”
He is wearing only his briefs. He wanted to sleep naked, but I told him no. He complied with little fight. It was nice.
“How would you know more about my best friend since kindergarten than me?”
He chuckles. “She works at a coffee shop where she, I assume, gets unlimited coffee. Right?”
“Right.” He is right. Bastard.
“We could go toss the sheets again… I’m game if you are.”
“Okay, so I gotta go.” I twist my hair up and use an elastic to secure it as I move around him heading for the door. As I slip on my shoes from the night before, I call over my shoulder, “Just lock the door on your way out.”
He clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck while yawning. “You’re leaving?”
“I have a work meeting thing. Virtual, but my computer is at home.” I snatch my keys and purse from beside that door and give a quick, “Bye!”
Making haste, I get in my car and leave Verdi’s apartment complex.
On the way home, my phone buzzes from my purse. It’s either Verdi checking up on me or my parents wondering where the hell I’ve been all night. It could be him, but I don’t see him as the clingy type.
Thankfully, neither of my parents are home when I arrive. I have a meeting at one that I can’t miss. My new job has some ‘pointers’ they want to tell me before I begin teaching online for the first time.
My first stop, after dropping my purse inside the door of the house is the kitchen for caffeine. Nothing is flashy about the kitchen—hickory cabinets, black counters, and stainless steel appliances. Everything is the same as my childhood. If it still works, we won’t buy new, Dad always says.
I pour some cold brew in a cup with two sugars and a splash of almond milk. The first sip is a dopamine hit. The best. My dad hates coffee, so when my parents said they were opening a coffee shop I thought it was a joke. Mom likes the occasional coffee, but they have always been tea drinkers. Dad says a good glass of ice water in the morning is all anyone should need to wake them up. He believes caffeine gives a placebo effect. Maybe it does for some, but for me, the first sip is the best feeling and wakes me.
My coffee comes with me as I bolt to my bathroom to take a shower before my meeting. When I get to my room, I dress in a presentable casual gray top and black cargo pants. As my laptop boots up, I grab my phone from my purse downstairs by the door.
Sihn: I’d like to have you over to my place. Or if you’re not comfortable with that yet…
He just wants more sex. This is strictly a sex thing. I can do strictly a sex thing. I think.