10. Rune #2
"YES!" I screamed, shattering into yet another orgasm as he fucked me. "YES! YES! YES!"
His grunts were rough and guttural, then, and each hard, fucking thrust shook my whole body, made my tits jounce violently. He was hunched over me, ass pumping desperately, his fat, throbbing cock slamming into my pulsing, spasming pussy again and again and again.
I felt him come. Felt his cock pulse inside me, and he shouted in a rough, ragged voice, his trembling mouth pressed against my shoulder.
Legs locked tight around the backs of his thighs, I clawed at his ass, gripped it hard and tight, and pulled him against me as I thrust with him, took him as deep as he could and squeezed my walls around him as hard as I could, clenching and clutching with every ounce of strength in my body.
His orgasm lasted for an eternity, it felt like, and my own release left me shivering and panting with him.
His wild, desperate, pumping thrusts slowed at long last, and then he went still, gasping hard as if he'd just sprinted a hundred meters full out, and our sweat mingled and our breathing was mated, synched, and I was weeping helplessly, wrought and wracked by so many crushingly intense orgasms that I was limp, boneless, and shattered.
I ran my hands all over his body, smearing his slick sweat from shoulders to back to ass to waist in a circuit of affection. "Duncan," I whispered. "Holy shit."
He was heavy on me, his face buried in my throat, fists planted in the mattress to keep the worst of his bulk from totally crushing me.
I looped my legs around the small of his back, scratching his back with my fingernails, shaking with him as we descended from the endless heaven of united ecstasy.
"Holy shit, Rune," he breathed, eventually. "Holy motherfucking shit."
"Holy motherfucking shit," I agreed.
He angled away, intending to roll off me, but I clamped down on him. "No. Not yet," I whispered. "I like this."
And so we breathed and sweated and held each other for a time I didn’t even try to measure, blocking out thoughts that threatened to take over my brain.
Idiot thoughts. Foolish, reckless thoughts.
Things like, how will I ever have sex with anyone else after this?
Things like, no one has ever or will ever fuck me like that again.
Things like, I had no idea I could come that hard, that many times.
Things like, I might be in love.
I shoved that last one away savagely, and that was what finally made me relinquish my grip on Duncan. That, and feeling him go slack inside me, knowing the condom could slip off and cause a truly unfortunate accident neither of us wanted or was ready for.
He rolled away from me to the edge of the bed, sat up, and levered to his feet. He took one step and his legs gave out, and he staggered like a newborn foal to the window, bracing one hand on the glass.
"Jesus," he muttered. "Never in my life have I been fucked so good my legs don't work."
"Me either," I said, laughing. "I know for a fact I can't walk right now." I wasn't sure I'd be walking at all any time soon, based on the burn in my jelly legs.
I watched Duncan shuffle into the bathroom. He didn't close the door, and I watched as he stripped the condom off and wrapped it in toilet paper, tossed it in the trash, and then wetted a washcloth, wrung it out, and wiped clean his long, heavy, dangling cock.
He swaggered back to the bed, and I was hypnotized by the sway of his cock, the flex of his shredded abs.
My god, the man was beautiful.
And that was the best sex I'd ever had, hands down. The next best sex of my life—with the guy I dated before Hayes, actually, a hot but vain, vapid, jock from USC named, I shit you not, Brutus—wasn’t even close to this. Not even by half.
I was ruined.
Duncan flopped to the bed next to me, scooped me in his arms, and cradled me against his chest.
Oh, no. No, no, no. This isn't good. This isn't happening.
I can't do this. I have to go back to LA. I have to go back to my life. I can't get cozy with Duncan Badd. My life is in California, not Alaska. My future is there. My family. Everything and everyone I know.
But this just feels… good . Right.
I wormed away from him. "Need to pee."
I did close the door, if only so I could freak out properly in private.
Duncan Badd was a sex god.
His cock was divine.
His hands were clever and talented.
His tongue was devilish and wild.
His body was perfect.
How many times did he make me come, just now? Four? Five? I lost track. Some of them seemed to be almost an extension of the previous one, each building on the one before.
I've never come so hard I cried.
Sex has never felt so fucking good I couldn't even breathe. God, I'm still breathing hard.
I finished peeing, wiped, washed my hands, and then stared at my reflection. "You're not falling for him," I ordered myself. "It was just sex."
Just the most mind-altering, world-tilting, body-wrecking sex of my life.
"It was a one-time thing,” I told my reflection. “A fluke. It can't always be that good."
Can it?
Fuck. Now I need to know.
We're sharing this room through tomorrow night. My flight leaves at ten the day after tomorrow. We can have all the sex until then. I can test the question until it's time to leave: can the sex with Duncan continue to be that good?
Thank god—when I exited the bathroom, Duncan was asleep and snoring.
I snagged the robe from the bathroom, wrapped myself up in it, and tiptoed with my phone out onto the balcony.
I texted Lindsey: 911! Need to talk. NOW .
She hit me back immediately: Call, text, or IRL?
Me: What's your room number?
She was on the same floor as me, but at the other end. I took my phone and a keycard and snuck out of the room and then scuttled to Lindsey's room.
She let me in, hiding behind the door as I slipped past her. She was naked, and several vibrators were scattered on the bed, one of them still lit up and humming.
"I'm…interrupting something?" I said, smirking at her.
She shrugged. "No, I’m done."
I pointed at the rogue vibrator. "She's not."
"Oh, shit. My bad." Lindsey turned it off, scooped up the various devices, dumped them in the bathroom sink, and slipped on a robe. We sat on her bed together, and she clapped her hands. "So. What's the 9-1-1?"
I grabbed her hands and squeezed hard. "I'm ruined, Linz."
Her eyebrows flew high. "Oh dear. You fucked him, didn't you?"
I nodded slowly, my eyes wide. "Oh lord, yes."
"And you're ruined?"
"Totally and completely."
"That good?"
“Better," I whispered. "He fucking destroyed me."
Lindsey clapped a hand over her mouth. "Girl! Spill!"
So I spilled. And with each new detail, her eyes got wider and wider. "Rune, boo-boo, you are in major trouble."
"I know!" I shrieked, and then clapped a hand over my own mouth to quiet myself. "I know. It's bad, Linz. Bad, bad, bad."
She frowned at me. "I mean, just playing Devil's Advocate, here, but…what if you didn't go back?"
My entire being revolted. "How can you even ask me that, Lindsey? Of course, I have to go back. My whole life is there."
"Yeah, but…is it?" She held out her hands. "You're done with school. You don't have a job yet. You're not with anyone, obviously. If there was ever a time to reconsider your future, this would be it, babe. I mean, can't you even let yourself consider it? Just, like, ask yourself what if?"
Panic at the very thought had me shooting to my feet and shaking my head. "No, I can't. Not him. Not now. Not Alaska."
"But why?"
"I don't know!" I shouted. "Sorry. I just…I don't know, Linz. I'm freaking out."
"Clearly. You just had the best sex of your life, and you sneak out to my room to have some sort of existential crisis? The man fucked you into another dimension, Rune. If it were me, I'd be climbing that boy's dick like a tree and I'd never get down, if it was as good as you say it was."
"It was better."
"So what are you doing here?"
"FREAKING OUT! It wasn't supposed to be that good! It was supposed to be casual !"
She snorted. "If you thought for a single second you were capable of casual sex, you're delulu, sweetie.
You have never had casual sex in your life.
You do this—or a version of this—every time you try.
You get some kind of a feeling and you freak the fuck out, and then a few weeks later, you find some tool to date so you can have your so-called guilt-free sex.
This is the worst episode yet, by far, though. "
"What's wrong with me, Linz?" I asked. "Why can't I just hook up with a dude like a normal person and not develop stupid fucking feelings every time? I just…I had to get my mojo back. Seeing Hayes, it…"
She sighed, patted my cheek. "Rune, my darling, you're nuts. I love you to bits, you know I do, but you're not being self-aware. This isn’t about your mojo. This isn't even about Hayes. It's about that boy asleep in your bed, he of the magical dick."
"What do I do?"
She shrugged. "You only have so many options.
One, just go with it. Fuck his brains out while you can and then go home and try to move on.
Or, don't. Try to hold out. Don’t have sex with him again, and go home and try to move on.
Or, stay here with me. We can share a bed.
Wouldn't be the first time, obviously. Or, fuck his brains out, and just…
don't stop. See where it leads. Be brave. "
I shook my head. "If I'm in that room with him, I'm gonna fuck him again. There's no question."
"You want to," she guessed.
I nodded. "I have to know if it was a fluke. Like, just built-up tension, you know?"
“It wasn’t, I promise you, but go on."
"Linz, you don't know that."
"I'm pretty sure. Sex that good doesn’t just happen. And girl, you're still high from it."
I showed her my hand, which was trembling. "What do I do?"
She shook her head. “You're not gonna listen to me."
"I'm not staying."
"I know. So just…let yourself have the moment, at least. Get through the wedding. And just…be prepared that when you go back to LA, you're gonna be a mess."
I groaned, palming my face. "I'm already a mess—s till a mess."
"Like I said, Rune, if it was as good as you say—and you led with 'I'm ruined'—then you're gonna have a hell of a time moving on.
If you insist on ignoring your feelings, then you have to be aware of the consequences.
You'll be walking away from the best sex of your life, on purpose. Because you're scared."
I shot to my feet. "Fuck you, Linz."
She laughed. "I tell it like it is, babe. Don't shoot the messenger."
"I have to get back," I said. "I don't want him to wake up and think I bolted."
"Which you did?"
"Absolutely. But he doesn't need to know that."
“Good thing you're not looking for a relationship with him, then, because that's not a great place to start things from—lying to him and keeping things from him."
"Good thing," I agreed. "Okay, I’m going back. Thanks for hearing me out and making it that much worse with your shitty advice."
She only laughed again, the traitorous bitch. "Go get him, tiger."
I flipped her off as I left her room.
Back in our room, I unlocked it and eased in as quietly as I could.
Duncan's eyes were open, and laser-focused on me.
Shit.