18.
Lucy
Eddie’s eyes sparked with excitement. A warm tingly sensation ran through my body as he sat up, stroking the curvature of my arse with his large, strong hands. His eyes were locked onto my draw. I had been so worried about sharing this with him. It had always been my dirty little secret. Condoms, a dildo, a vibrator and handcuffs were all visible, what he couldn’t see was the silk corset I kept underneath them. These were things I’d accrued over the years, waiting for someone to play with.
So, I may have played with some of it myself already, wearing the corset is always a turn on, but from the way that Eddie was looking at it, I knew it was going to be so much more fun with a partner.
I was looking at the contents of the draw when I felt his fingers slip between my legs. I was still wet and despite my recent orgasm, still aching for him. It was as though I couldn’t get enough. His fingers felt so fucking good, so hard and strong, but I didn’t want to come like that again. Not when I could feel his stiff cock beneath me.
Pulling out a condom, I tore open the packet, sheathing his penis as quickly as my limited skill would allow. With one palm on his chest, I took a hold of his wrist and moved his hand from one set of lips to the other, sucking his fingers into my mouth. We moaned at the same time and his head fell back slightly. I loved the taste of me on his fingers and the way he filled my mouth, but it wasn’t enough.
I nipped at the ends of his fingers as he slid them from my mouth, my eyes locked on his. “I want your cock, Eddie.” I kissed his fingertips and he drew a breath. “Please.”
It was as though something had been unlocked inside him and I had given him permission to set it free. His kiss was as firm and commanding as his grip on my hips. Within seconds he was inside me, sitting bolt upright in my bed, his mouth moving from mine to my hard nipples that were now at his eye level.
Of their own accord my hands fisted in his hair, holding his head against me as I bounced in time with his thrusts. I felt so good, so wanted, so sexy. His fingers tightened their hold on me and I knew there would be bruises on my hips but I didn’t care. It was almost a turn on by itself, knowing that I would have that part of him marking me, that I would be carrying the sign of his passion for me like a badge of honour that only I could see.
The slap of his hand against my arse brought me back into the present moment and I gasped out a moan, falling forward into him as his firm, strong body held me up. I could feel the orgasm in me rising again, but I held off, held back, not wanting this rising feeling to end.
“Eddie,” I moaned, almost without meaning to, forcibly pulling his face to meet mine. His breathing erratic, sweat coating his gorgeous features, he looked up at me with such tenderness and desire that I nearly came right there. He felt so good, so right, and each thrust took me higher.
“Oh, Lucy,” he breathed, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it on a groan as I slammed my arse down on to him. He nipped and sucked at every patch of skin within his reach and he pounded into me. With one hand still curled up in his hair I dragged the other down his back, loving the planes of his muscles and the way he shivered under my touch.
When he found my nipple again I couldn’t hold back anymore. Arching my back, the orgasm ripped through me, wave after wave of pleasure swept across my body. I was still shaking when I felt him come, his arms wrapped around me so tight it was as though he thought I’d disappear. We were both trembling as he collapsed backwards on to my bed and still he didn’t let me go, holding my chest to his face like he depended on it. “Fuck me, Luce…”
I laughed, squirming down his body until my cheek was next to his. “I think I just did.”
I could feel him grinning against my neck and I squeaked as he rolled on top of me, pinning my hands above my head, his hips holding mine in place. “Now, Miss Frost,” his eyes were gleaming and I had never been more excited. “I think last time you said something about needing to be kissed better. How about I-“
A sound to my right interrupted him and we both blinked as though trying to process the noise. Finally, it clicked.
“My alarm,” I said, pulling my hands away from Eddie’s. “I need to get ready for work.”
He nodded and sat up, our bubble thoroughly shattered, as he gave me the space to move. As I did I saw the look in his eyes, as though everything that had happened this morning had been a dream and he was only just waking up. It hurt more than I expected it to.
I knew Eddie, I’d known him for years. I knew he wasn’t a relationship kind of person and as I watched him pull on his clothes I wondered how many other women that week had watched him do the exact same thing. He was great, amazing in fact. He made me feel so comfortable, so sexy, not tall and awkward at all. He was fun and hot and kind and so bloody wonderful… But he wasn’t mine and he never would be.
That thought bothered me more than I liked to admit, so I went to my go-to cover up, friendly casual. “Do you need a shower or anything before…?”
He was already halfway out of the door. His grin was off, almost uneasy. “No, thanks. I should get going.” He turned, stopped and then turned back, marching towards me. For the briefest moment I thought he was going to wrap me in his arms and kiss me and tell me he didn’t want to go, but that he’d be back, that he wanted to take me out, that he wanted to be with me and only me. And while those thoughts were still flying through my brain, he kissed my forehead and walked away.
I spent the rest of the day at work stewing over that kiss. What did it mean? What didn’t it mean? But deep down I knew. He wasn’t interested in me as anything other than a friend and he was scared that our… extracurricular activities could ruin that.
It hurt to think that he didn’t feel the same way about me that I did about him, that it had just been sex for him, nothing more. But I was more angry at myself for getting carried away, for becoming that ridiculous clingy woman I’d promised myself I wouldn’t be. Eddie was just being Eddie. You can’t be angry at someone for being themselves, for doing what comes naturally. It’s like hating a cloud for raining or a dog for shitting. Clouds rain and dogs always shit.
I knew I couldn’t have sex with him again, however wonderful it had been. I needed something that would break the cycle; that would stop me from falling (literally and metaphorically) back into bed with him. The thought of Eddie put my whole body on edge and sent shivers down my spine, but that was probably because he was the only lover it had known. How was my body supposed to get excited about anyone else? I needed to show it what it was missing, and quickly. All I needed to do was find a willing partner, someone who wouldn’t walk away like Eddie.