Climbing the last of the stairs leading to my apartment, I huff out a breath. Not only did I just put in a killer workout at the gym, but I climbed ten flights of stairs to top it off.

I unlock my door and walk in, dropping my gym bag by the door and heading to the kitchen for a cold bottle of water. I pushed myself hard today, trying to work off some of my lingering tension. That always makes for a good workout, and I pride myself on staying in the best shape. It’s part of the job, after all.

I grimace as it hits me all over again. I have no job. No work to do. I’m going to have to get out there and start all over again, working my way up from the bottom to reach the top spot in a brand new club.

A frustrated groan falls from my lips. I don’t want to work in a brand new club. I want to work in the best club. But that’s no longer an option.

Grabbing my laptop, I carry it into my room and sink down on my bed. At least my apartment is paid for. One of the perks of leveraging my talents into fat stacks of cash over the years. It’s nice, too.

With a few clicks, I pull up the cloud that stores my information from my phone. I scan through the contacts, disappointed that I didn’t add Derek’s number. What if he tried to call? I can’t check my voicemail remotely, so I have no way of knowing.

I have no idea how I’ll get in contact with him again now. But I want to let him know I won’t be back at the club. What if he goes back there looking for me? What if someone else snags him and tries to keep him for themselves? I want to believe that what happened last night was special. But I don’t even really know him. I mean, fuck, I didn’t even know he was a prince! What makes me think that what happened between us meant anything to him?

Still, in my heart, I know it had to. Experiences like that don’t just come along every day. It’s like his body was made for mine.

My pussy throbs with the memory of it. God, his cock felt so good. So big and thick and long as he slammed into me over and over again, making me cum harder than I ever have in my entire life.

A moan slips from my lips as my pussy clenches tight like a vise, but I feel hollow and empty, needing his cock there to fill me up.

Images of our night together flash through my mind. I miss him so much already. I need him again.

Closing my eyes, I set my laptop aside and let my fingers trail down to my tits, rubbing them lightly through the fabric of my workout clothes. My nipples are instantly hard, puckered and aching. I bite my lip as I remember how it felt to have his hands and mouth on them.

Pretending it’s him, I pull my tits from my bra, letting the spandex fabric push them up and together. They’re so big and round I can actually get my nipples in my mouth. Cupping them in my palms, I squeeze them together, lifting them up until my hard, pink nipples are in front of my lips. My tongue darts out, flicking the sensitive flesh until I’m moaning, my breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

More. I need more.

Wriggling out of my shorts, I toss them aside and run a hand down my stomach, the other still playing with my tits.

“Derek,” I moan, imagining it’s his fingers that tease the top of my inner thighs, barely brushing against my aching pussy.

My hips buck up involuntarily, my body needing to cum. I swipe my fingers through my soaked folds, still light and teasing, driving myself crazy with desire and white-hot need.

Getting my fingers good and wet, I run them along my slit and settle them on my clit, rubbing slow, light circles around the swollen bud. Bright light flashes behind my eyes as a shock of pleasure jolts my body.

“More … yes … Derek,” I cry, letting myself believe it’s him working his magic on my body.

A fire lights up inside me, my nerves sparking like an electric current.

Yes. It feels so, so good.

I’m so fucking wet. Drenched from the thought of him and what he did to me last night combining with the sensations rocketing through my body by my own touch. Juices flow freely, coating my hands, soaking the sheets beneath me, and I keep going, keep flicking my clit as I rise higher and higher, on the brink of pure bliss.

But I need more. My pussy clenches and convulses around emptiness, begging to be filled.

I slide two fingers deep inside my cunt, stroking my walls that are quaking and throbbing, squeezing and gripping my fingers.

Desperate moans fall from my lips, incoherent words as my head thrashes back and forth on the bed, my hips bucking as I finger-fuck myself.

Faster and harder, I push my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy, adding a third when my body begs for more. Begs for Derek and his perfect cock.

I use my free hand to push a tit back up to my mouth, clamping my teeth around my nipple while my thumb furiously flicks my clit, my fingers still driving deep inside me.

I picture Derek, imagine him over me, commanding my body, claiming it as his own.

Out of my mind, I remember how it felt when his cock swelled up inside me, shooting hot jets of cum in a way that I will never ever fucking forget. And I lose control. I scream. I thrash. I buck. I cum and I cum and I cum, crying out his name over and over as pure euphoria overtakes me.

So fucking good. I relax into my bed, my body limp and sated.

Fuck, I’ve never made myself cum like that. It’s still nothing compared to how Derek made me feel last night, but just imaging him is apparently all it takes to drive me wild.

I sigh, settling deeper into the bed as I pull my fingers from my pussy, smiling again as I remember him talking about how good I smelled.

I don’t know how, but there’s no doubt in my head now. My mind and body both demand it; I’m going to find a way to see him again.