We didn’t have sex that night; we just held each other.
My eyes slowly closed as I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing with a plethora of thoughts swirling around in my head.CHAPTER SEVENTEEN* * *CHANNINGIt was Friday night, marking the end of one of the most mentally grueling weeks I’d ever experienced.
Even though I should have felt better after admitting the situation with my mother to Amber, it was now at the forefront of my mind again and stressing me out.
Before the other night, I’d done a good job of living in denial about the whole thing. Fred would give me daily updates, but for some reason, now I was thinking about my mother constantly.
All I wanted was to come home tonight and spend the evening with Amber. That was the other problem. Now that time was running out, I was starting to doubt whether I was going to be able to handle leaving her.
I’d tried to convince myself that our arrangement was temporary and that once I went back to Chicago, our lives would just go back to the way they were before I came to Boston. But as I walked in from work and found my body aching upon the site of Amber’s smile, I knew better.
“How was your day?” she asked.
“Better now.”
In that moment, there were no consequences. All I wanted was to kiss her. I broke my own damn rules when I cupped her face and brought her mouth to mine.
She spoke over my lips, “What about the rules?”
“Fuck them. I made them. I can abolish them.” Kissing down her neck, I groaned, “I’ve thought about you all damn day, Amber. I’m fucking starving.”
“Oh, God. Me, too. I couldn’t wait for you to come home.”
“I want to fuck you hard right now.”
Bending her head back to welcome my mouth on her neck, she begged, “Please.”
Fuck if I knew how to stop this from happening against my better judgment. Amber was my kryptonite.
She squealed in surprise as I lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Can’t say I’d ever carried a girl before. It made me feel kind of like a barbarian. She was light as a feather in my arms as I carefully laid her down on the bed.
Ripping open the condom as fast as I could, I felt my body shaking from the urge to be inside of her.
Hovering over her, I took a few moments to stare at her face. The need in her glassy eyes was the best foreplay as far as I was concerned. And then watching her eyes roll back when I finally sank into her body was just about the most amazing fucking thing I’d ever witnessed.
Her tight pussy felt incredible as she took me in. I didn’t want to hurt her, but there was no way I could go easy tonight.
As if Amber could sense my apprehension, she whispered, “It’s okay. I can take it.”
That was all the assurance I needed to move freely at the pace I wanted. She screamed out in pleasure as I rammed into her. She bucked her hips, gripping my ass to push me in even deeper. The headboard was banging against the wall.
“I’ll never forget how this feels, Channing.”
“You’d better not,” I growled.
She was sucking and biting my bottom lip as I continued to pound into her.
This…this was the best sex I’d ever had in my life. It felt different from any other experience: wetter, tighter, more intense.
As I thrust into her while I came, she writhed under me and trembled. The sounds of our mutual pleasure echoed throughout the room.
Collapsing down onto her, I thought about how fast I could make dinner so we could come back for round two. My rules were officially out the window.
When we finally came down from our high, I asked, “Are you okay? I was going a little hard on you.”
“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had,” she admitted.
“It’s funny you say that…because I was just thinking that it was the single best sex of my life, too.”
I carefully pulled out of her. While disposing of the condom, I felt my heart stop. The rubber didn’t look right; in fact, my entire dick was sticking out of it—bare. My cum wasn’t inside of the condom; it was inside of Amber.
I froze.
This had never happened to me before, and I’d had a lot of opportunities. Never—not once—had a condom broken on me.
Amber noticed that I hadn’t moved from my spot by the wastebasket. “Is everything okay?”
Staring blankly at the wastebasket, I answered, “No.”
“Channing…”
Just say it.
“The condom broke.”
“What?”
“There’s no rubber around my dick. It broke. I’m sorry.”
She hopped up out of bed as fast as a bolt of lightning and ran to the bathroom before closing the door.
I spoke through the barrier, “I’m assuming you’re not on the pill.”