r /> He reached up and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties, drawing them down off me in one fluid motion. Then, he continued to trail kisses across my skin, tasting the smooth folds between my legs and then carefully stabbing his tongue inside of me. At that, I practically writhed.
“Please,” I managed, the sound more of a broken sob than anything else.
Christian smirked devilishly at me and then moved his way back up my body, aligning his thick erection against my entrance and pushing slowly inside. I sighed softly once he was fully seated inside of me, feeling better than I had in a while. Christian smiled and pressed a soft kiss into my shoulder. Then, he began to move his hips, rocking them steadily, giving me short little thrusts that hit at exactly the places that I needed to feel him.
As he thrust into me, he continued to tease his hands across my skin, tracing lightly enough that it was just on this side of tickling me. I whimpered, tangling my fingers in the sheets and feeling as though at any moment, I might fly apart into a million pieces.
“Come for me,” Christian whispered roughly into my ear, and I cried out as I did just that.
Christian groaned and continued to use me mercilessly, driving me through my orgasm and leaving me gasping for air, clinging to him. But his rhythm soon faltered, hips stuttering, and I could tell from his expression that he was coming in wave after wave of pleasure as well.
He collapsed against me, a comfortable weight, and then he rolled off to the side, dragging me over and into his arms and kissing my hair.
“Fuck,” he said. “That was incredible.” He rubbed his hand down my arm. Then, he laughed a little. “That was the fastest I've come in a long time,” he admitted.
I blushed a little, suddenly remembering all the other girls that he had been with. Remembering that this wasn't special for him in the way that it was for me. And sure, maybe he hadn't come that fast in a while, but that didn't mean that the sex had been particularly mind-blowing.
I knew I shouldn't be thinking it, but I had to wonder where I stacked up against the rest of them. And I hated thinking like that.
I rolled away from him, looking back over at him and biting my lower lip. “You didn't strike me as the kind of guy who wants to cuddle after sex,” I told him. That was true.
Christian winced. “I don't always,” he told me. “But, are you asking me to leave?”
I shrugged a little, trying to pretend that this didn't matter, that none of this had mattered. Because I knew that must be how he was viewing this situation. I slipped out of bed, unable to stand it anymore. “I have work early tomorrow morning,” I told him, faking a yawn as I scooped up my discarded panties and pulled them back on. I put my hair up in a ponytail and went over to my dresser, digging out a shirt to sleep in.
“Okay,” Christian said slowly, getting out of bed as well and beginning to put his own clothes back on. He seemed uncertain, as though he didn't know this part of the routine, and maybe he didn't. Maybe the stories weren't to be believed, and maybe he did spend the night normally.
More likely, he'd just always been the one kicking the girl out, rather than the other way around.
I tried to ignore the unhappy feeling in my stomach and the way my mind was telling me that if he had been willing to stay, why couldn't I just accept that?
“I think it's best that we don't see one another again,” I told him as he finished buttoning up his shirt. I couldn't quite look at him as I said that, and I hoped he would get out of there before I started crying. I wanted this, but I couldn't keep doing this to myself if I knew that I was never going to be anything more than just another fuck for him.
Christian paused, staring at me for a long moment as though he might understand me better if he just thought about it long enough. But finally, he shook his head. “Yeah, fine,” he said in a clipped tone, nodding at me.
Without another word, he walked out, shutting the door with some finality behind him.
I breathed out a slow breath and then crawled into bed, pulling a pillow against my chest.
Chapter Fifteen
Christian
When I woke up the morning after the date, Mark was still passed out on the couch. I looked sympathetically at the angle of his neck and shook him awake.
“Oh, hey, man,” Mark said groggily, rubbing at his neck. He looked around. “Sorry, I should have got out of here last night.”
“Nah, man, it's cool,” I said, shaking my head. “I wasn't back until late, anyway.”
“Oh?” Mark asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at me. “Good night, then?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Let's go get breakfast,” I suggested. “My treat, for making you camp out on the couch last night. I could use some hash browns in my life, though.”
“Mmm, yeah, hash browns sound really good,” Mark said, nodding at me. “Let's go. I know just the place.”
I picked at my napkin as we sat across from one another in the diner. “Things went well,” I finally admitted. “That barbecue place was incredible. I should have taken her there in the first place. And we had some piña coladas and…” I shrugged. “And then we ended up back at her place.”
“Yeah, man!” Mark said, holding up his hand for a high five.