25. The Worst Mistake #2
He must be trying to keep himself from coming too soon.
“C’mere...” He leans over to wrap his arms around my torso and pulls me back up with him. The shifting of our bodies, with the addition of gravity, sends a whole new wave of pleasure pouring through me.
“Wait... wait,” I manage under my breath before I (mournfully) slide myself off of him.
He grunts from the release of my inner walls around him, looking morose at having to take a pause in all this fun.
I roll onto my stomach and dig around in my purse on the floor, pulling out a small square of foil.
“Safety first.” I tear one corner open with my teeth and slip the condom out. I stare up at him as I place the circle of rubber in my mouth and grab him by the hips. He lets out a loud moan when I use my mouth to put the condom on all the way to the base and ensure that the tip is free.
“Next time, you’re going down on me,” he chuckles, his arms ready and waiting to hold me up again.
“You first.” I get my legs around him and slide myself back onto his length. It doesn’t feel as nice as before, but my fluids of pleasure will soon rekindle that spark.
We stare into each other’s eyes as I start riding him again, our grunts mingled together with each note of pleasure that strikes through us.
I press my chest against his, eager for our bodies to touch as much of each other as possible.
His hands cup my rear and help keep me upright, hoisting much of my tiny weight in his strong arms.
“Can you... hold me?” I ask as I slowly lift my feet from the mattress to wrap around his torso, my ankles locking together. Surprisingly, he does, and that means I’m at his behest.
His grip tightens, working me like a sex toy on his dick, slamming me hard against his length until there’s not an inch of space left inside me.
Each piercing thrust drives another nail of delight throughout my body, dulling my mind until I feel absolutely helpless against him.
I feel my body go slack, my head rolling back as I feel myself clenching down on him.
Oliver grunts in response and picks up speed; he must like that.
It takes all I have left to work my pelvic floor muscles against his shaft to the rhythm of his plunges.
Each exhale of his is louder than the one before, a soft keening, yearning note escaping from his throat.
He’s close. I can feel it.
“Fuck... fuck... Maria...”
He drops us both to the bed and presses my knees up to my chest, his hips working wonders on my exposed snatch. His brows twist together as he looks down at me with desire in his eyes, his lips hanging open, begging me to kiss him.
Then I feel the unexpected happening.
Oh shit. Another one!? I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed twice before—!
“Yeah... yeah...” I nod and match his expression as another tsunami of bliss begins to crest. Keep going. Keep going!
“Oh God, Ben!”
Something snaps in the back of my mind and immediately halts the satisfaction I should be experiencing. Guilt. Shame. Downright embarrassment.
A weird, sick sound erupts from Oliver’s throat as I feel him come inside me, the condom quickly ballooning against my walls. I can tell from the look on his face that he is not enjoying this.
Fuck. Fuck!
Before either of us can say anything, I slide myself off him and dart into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
How could I do that? Why did I do that?!
The worry and fear and embarrassment coalesce into a solid ball in my stomach, eager to force its way out. I throw the lid of the toilet open and puke my entire dinner into the bowl, hot tears filling my eyes, both from my mistake and the very act of regurgitation.
Goddammit!
I remain on the floor long after I’ve emptied my stomach and rinsed my mouth out with some water from the tub’s spigot. Nothing could make me go back out there and face him.
But I can’t escape for very long because there’s soon a knock on the bathroom door.
“Maria?”
I don’t answer. I can’t answer. I have no idea what to say.
“Maria, I’m coming in, okay?”
I can’t exactly tell him no, can I? This is his hotel room. Right now, he should be throwing me out!
I huddle in the corner of the bathroom and hug my knees to my chest, afraid of what’s going to happen next. Oliver looks completely spent, his girth limp and swinging freely. The end continues to drip with cum as he hurries to the sink to wash himself off.
I ruined it. I can’t believe I ruined it.
Our gazes meet in the mirror; his expression is twisted with confusion, perhaps a bit of anger. Or is that disgust?
“That was... weird, if I had to put a word to it.” He pulls a hand towel off the rack and dries himself.
“I’m...” I have no excuses. There’s nothing I can say that would explain away what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” I finish. “I didn’t mean that. I lost myself in the moment.”
“So was I. Or I was about to. But you don’t hear me screaming the name of my ex. Or your mother.” The corner of his mouth twitches before he averts his gaze. He looks deeply hurt, and I’m the one responsible.
“Oliver, wait.”
He pauses in the doorway with his back to me. For a second, I can’t help but admire his physique, and how he looks from the back. Just a small moment to remind myself what I could be screwing up here.
“I’m sorry. Can you please give me another chance? I promise it won’t happen again.”
He says nothing for a while, deep in thought. Soon, his shoulders sag with defeat.
“I... guess I can’t blame you. But it was still creepy.” When he turns around, his smile is bittersweet. He’s trying his best to hide how disappointed he is. I don’t blame him.
“I don’t need to think about you and my dad ever having sex together.” He crosses the bathroom and offers me his hand. I take it and he pulls me up to my feet, his warm arms circling me.
“Next time, we can call it a do-over,” I joke.
“Yeah. Maybe.”
Maybe. That’s better than a “no.”