7
Naked, and with his unyielding body on top of me, I try to regain control of my breathing. I tenderly caress his head and inhale his scent. It’s very masculine and I like it. I notice his mouth on my chest, and I like that too. I want to enjoy this moment for one more second, but he rolls to the side and looks over at me.
“Everything OK, Jude?”
I assent. He smiles.
A moment later, he gets up and walks out of the room. I hear the shower. I’d like to shower with him, but he hasn’t asked me. Minutes later, he’s back, nude and wet. Appetizing. But he surprises me when he picks up his briefs and puts them on.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“I’m getting dressed.”
“Why?”
“I have an appointment,” he says, a little short.
An appointment? He’s going to go and leave me like this?
Irritated by his lack of tact after what just happened between us, I put on my panties, bra, and T-shirt.
“Are you going for seconds with my supervisor?” I say, unable to bite my tongue.
That startles him. “I knew you were curious, but not so much that you would read something not addressed to you,” he says, scrutinizing me.
That embarrasses me. But I seem incapable of keeping my mouth shut.
“I couldn’t care less what you think,” I say.
I get up and head for the kitchen. When I turn around, he’s right behind me.
“Why don’t you just get dressed and go?” I say coolly, and raise an eyebrow.
He doesn’t respond. He just stares at me defiantly, his eyes half-lidded.
Furious, I shove him out of the way and walk back out of the kitchen, but I can feel him following me.
“Get dressed and get out of here,” I say as I turn toward him. “Get out!”
“Jude . . . ,” he says in a low voice.
“Don’t Jude me! I want you to get out of my home.”
“You know why I came over.”
“For sex.”
“Yes, I came over to show you how to use the vibrator.”
He’s so full of himself when he says that. So flippant!
“What, you think I’m so dumb, I couldn’t figure it out?” I shout, my anger rising.
“No, Jude,” he starts, “I just wanted to be the first you used it with.”
“The first?”
“Yes, the first. I’m sure that after today, you’ll use it many, many times, and always think of me.”
That cocky crap just kills me.
“What incredible conceit! Who do you think you are? The most irresistible man on earth?” I say, tossing caution to the wind.
“No, Jude, I don’t think any of that,” he says with a disconcerting calm as he puts on his pants. “But I am the first to use a vibrator on your body. Whether you like it or not, you can’t just erase that. So whether you play with others or solo in the future, you’ll always know I was the first.”
Hearing him say that turns me on.
What is it about this man that gets me going like this?
But I’m not ready to fall under his spell again.
“Fine, you were the first. But life is long, and I promise you won’t be the last. I should thank you. Thank you for not giving me some bland roses and instead giving me a vibrator I’m sure will be of great use to me when I’m having sex with other men. Thank you for adding this little bit of joy to my sex life.”
I hear him snort. Great. I’m pissing him off.
“A piece of advice,” he says, counter to all expectations. “Always carry the other vibrator I gave you in your bag. It’s shaped like a lipstick, and it’s so discreet that no one but you will know what it is. I’m sure you’ll find many special places to use it, alone or with company.”
That throws me off. I thought he was going to tell me to fuck off. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him. I look at him, and for an instant, I’m tempted to use my knee where it would hurt most. But he touches my chin and makes me look him in the eye. Before I can say anything, his tongue licks my upper lip. He sucks my lower lip, and that’s when I feel the insistence of his penis against me.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?”
I want to say no.
I want him to get out of my apartment.
But my body does not respond to me. All I can do is keep gazing up at him while a wave of desire rises mightily inside me. What is happening to me?
“Jude, answer me,” he demands.
Knowing I can only say yes, I agree. He turns me in his arms without ceremony. He walks me over to the cabinets, places my hands on them, and pushes me forward; then he tears my panties off. I whimper. I feel him pull his wallet out of his pocket and extract a condom. He takes off his pants and his underwear with one hand while he uses the other to massage my ass. I close my eyes and imagine him putting on the condom. I don’t know what I’m doing. I only know I’m at his mercy, ready to do whatever he wants with me.
“Open your legs,” he whispers in my ear.
I do as he says while he continues to caress my butt with one hand and tangles the other in my hair to get a good hold of me.
“Yes, sweetness, just like that.”
And then, with one forceful propulsion, he penetrates me and tugs sharply on my hair. I like it! I hold on to the cabinets and feel my legs weaken. He grabs me by the waist confidently as he hammers his cock in and out of me—again and again and again—with an incredible intensity.
In this position, and shoeless, I feel very small beside him. Suddenly, the onslaught stops, and one of his hands leaves my hips and slides down to my vagina. His fingers find my slit and search for my clitoris. I gasp.
“Someday,” he says, “I’m going to fuck you while I jerk you off with my gift.”
I want him to do that right now. I don’t want him to go. I want . . . I want . . .
His advances are getting slower and slower. I move quite anxiously, trying to get him to up the rhythm. He can tell what I’m doing.
“More?” he asks, his voice raspy in my ear.
“Yes . . . yes . . . I want more.”
Then there’s a new onslaught, and it’s to the deepest part of me. I’m panting with glee.
“What else do you want?” he says, gritting his teeth.
“More.”
I scream when he penetrates me again.
“Speak clearly, sweetness. You’re wet and hot. What do you want?”
My mind works quickly. I know what I want.
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I say without giving a damn what he thinks of me. “I want . . .”
A cry escapes my lips when I feel what my words do to him. I can hear him panting too. He is forceful and fathomless, and I’m bending, ready for more and more, until I reach my climax. Seconds later, he explodes too and lets out a cry of surrender as he pushes inside me one more time. Satisfied and exhausted, I lean heavily on the cabinets. I feel him resting against my back, and that comforts me.
In a minute, I straighten up, take a long breath, and try to get some air. This time, I’m the one who goes straight to the shower, where I enjoy how the water washes down my body in privacy.
I take longer than usual. I just hope he’s gone when I get out. But when I leave the bathroom, I see him sitting nonchalantly on my bed, a glass of champagne in his hand.
I just stare at him. He’s about to say something, when I raise my hand to stop him.
“I’m pissed. And when I’m pissed, it’s best if you don’t talk to me. So if you don’t want the Cruella de Vil in me to come out, grab your things and get out of my apartment.”
He takes my hand.
“Let go of me.”
“No.” He yanks me down between his legs. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you just going to answer in monosyllables?”
I nuke him with my look.
“What part of ‘I’m pissed’ don’t you understand?”
He lets me go and takes a long swallow from his glass.
“Oh, you Spanish girls and your tempers.”
I’m going to slap him.
“Fine, sweetness, I’ll go. But I’ll be back tomorrow at one. I’ll take you to lunch, and in exchange, you can show me around Madrid. What do you think?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Let some other Spanish girl show you around Madrid. I have more important things to do than to play tourist with you,” I say with a dismissive wave.
Then he does it again. He licks my upper lip.
“I’ll come by to pick you up at one. Let’s stop fighting.”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself all the way to hell, but I can’t. His hypnotic eyes won’t let me.
“Have a good night, Jude,” he says as he pulls me with him toward the door. “And if you miss me, now you have something to play with.”
In a moment, he’s gone; and like an imbecile, I’m left staring at the door.