Chapter 21
Rena
My apartment buzzer went off, but I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. I wasn’t expecting company, and whoever had decided to drop by unexpectedly could go away. I was in a bad mood. I had been feeling off all day, and it had gotten worse after work. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but recharging when I was alone often helped me to sort out my thoughts. Hopefully, I could put my finger on what was wrong.
A few minutes after the buzzer had gone off, someone knocked on my front door. Unless whoever it was had slipped in when someone else had gone out, no one was able to get into the building. I opened the door, irritated. I had taken a shower, and I was wearing my robe. It wasn’t clothes to receive anyone in, but I wasn’t planning on letting anyone stay.
Brent stood in front of me, and he was dashing. He wore a suit I hadn’t seen before, something that looked like it belonged at an important event. He had a bottle of wine with him, too.
“What are you doing here?” I sounded more pissed off than I meant to.
“I happen to know where you live,” Brent said and flashed me an arrogant smile. I couldn’t help myself; I couldn’t stay angry. Brent was a lot older than I was, but he flashed me that boyish smile and I melted every time. I stood to the side and let him in. I couldn’t kick him to the curb.
“I come bearing gifts.” Brent held out the bottle of wine.
“So I see,” I said.
Brent seemed set on staying, and I wondered if it wasn’t a good idea to fuck this frustration out of my system instead of turning Brent away. It was what he was here for, after all. Maybe it was exactly what we both needed.
The past week had been difficult. I had been adapting to my new role as office manager, and there was a lot still that needed to be done before I would feel comfortable. The change of pace had been difficult, and on top of everything, Brent had been distant from me. It had been a week of surviving. Maybe touching base wasn’t a bad thing.
“Let me get glasses for that,” I said and walked to my kitchen. I came back with two wineglasses and set them on the coffee table. I offered Brent a bottle opener, and he made quick work of opening the wine. He poured us each a glass, and I picked mine up, sipping it. Brent did the same and made eye contact with me over the rim of his glass. The way he looked at me made me feel good about myself—I knew he was crazy about my body.
I drank a bit more of the wine before putting the glass down on the table. I undid the sash on my robe and let the material slip off my shoulders and fall to the ground. I hadn’t worn anything underneath the robe, and I stood in front of Brent, naked. By the way he looked at me, he didn’t mind it one bit. His eyes slid over my body like a physical touch, and I shivered.
When Brent’s eyes found mine, they were filled with lust. I glanced down at his crotch where a thick bulge told me exactly what he thought about my body. I loved it when he looked at me like this. He made me feel like I was a goddess, and I had so much confidence when I was with him. I knew I looked good, but he only made me feel that much better about myself.
Brent didn’t come to me and jump my bones the way he had done before. He moved slowly toward me and kissed me. The kiss was soft and sensual. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said it was full of emotion. But that wasn’t possible. Brent and I were only fucking. It was no-strings-attached sex. There was nothing more to it, no matter if it was what I might have wanted.
I stopped thinking and gave myself over to Brent. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth, my teeth, sparring with my tongue. He ground his body against mine, the thick ridge in his pants rough on my bare skin through his jeans.
Brent was still dressed, and I needed to change that. I raised my hands and started undoing his shirt buttons one by one. I ran my hands up and down his naked torso, my fingers sliding through his chest hair before I pushed the shirt and the blazer off his shoulders together. It landed on the floor with a rustle.
My hands were still on Brent’s chest, but he leaned forward and I slid my arms around his body. Brent pressed his naked chest up against mine, and we were skin on skin. The sensation was amazing. It felt like forever since we’d been close, and I relished in the connection we made again.
“Come,” Brent said. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I climbed onto the bed and lay down, putting my naked body on display. Brent stared at me with lust in his eyes while he took off his shoes, his pants, and his underwear. When he was naked, he crawled onto the bed with me. He covered my body with his own, and I felt small and delicate. He kissed me again, his skin scalding hot on mine, but we didn’t do anything more than make out for a while.
Brent explored my body, sliding his hands over every inch of me. He cupped my breasts, ran his fingertips down my side so I shuddered, and stroked his palm over my thigh and calf before working his way up again. He looked me in the eyes while he did it. I could drown in his eyes forever if I didn’t check myself.
This was dangerous territory. I had no problem with meaningless sex—I didn’t feel the same as other women who said they couldn’t do things like this without getting attached. I had never gotten attached before.
But I was getting attached now. I had to admit it to myself because it was true. I was starting to like Brent. I was starting to think about other things with him, things that weren’t about sex. Like dinner and movies and hot chocolate at home with old records. I wanted to be with him. And that had never been part of the plan.
“Stop thinking,” Brent whispered as if he knew how much I was in my head. He proceeded to distract me as soon as he’d said it. He moved down my body, planting kisses as far as he went. He sucked my nipples, licked my ribs, blew on my lower stomach so I shivered, and brushed my pussy with his fingertips before returning to my mouth. When he kissed me again, it was another passionate kiss that blew my mind.
Brent stopped what he was doing long enough to roll a condom over his cock. He always did it so fast, it never took away from the mood.
I opened my legs for him, and Brent positioned himself at my entrance before he pushed into me. I cried out when he did, squirming beneath him. He felt so much bigger today than usual. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Brent didn’t let me wonder about it for very long. He slid his dick out of me and pushed it back in again, bucking his hips as he pumped into me, harder and harder. It didn’t take long before I orgasmed, and when I did, the orgasm was more intense and more drawn out than ever before. I would have worried about it if I hadn’t been caught up in sexual bliss. Brent was so amazing in bed.
“Turn around,” Brent ordered, and I did what he said. I stood up on all fours, but Brent gently pushed me down so that I lay on my stomach. He spread my legs, and I tilted up my hips a little to give him access. When he pushed into me, he felt even bigger. From this angle, with me unable to open my legs all the way, I felt tighter. Maybe it had also to do with the orgasm I’d already had. It was incredible.
Brent lay on top of me, covering my body with his, and he started moving inside of me again. He held enough weight off me that he wasn’t crushing me, but being pinned down and unable to move like this made everything that much more intense. Brent pushed into me harder and faster, and I cried out as he rode me like this. He picked up speed. It wasn’t very long before he came, and I orgasmed at the same time. Brent shuddered on top of me, and I came undone at the seams. Neither of us had lasted very long.
Even though we had gone for a lot longer than this before, it had never been so sensual.
When Brent finally slipped out of me and rolled away from me to remove the condom, I felt amazing. I was satiated and calm. I felt like everything was right again with the world. This was exactly what I had needed.
After disposing of the condom, Brent pulled me against him and I lay on his chest. It was like it was made for me; my head fit perfectly into the space below his collarbone. Brent dropped a kiss on my hair when I curled into him, and he held me.
Cuddling was a lot more intimate than sex. Although, after the session we’d had, it might have been a tie. Brent ran his fingers up and down my arm, and I closed my eyes, listening to his heart beating inside his chest. Brent’s breathing slowed as we both calmed down after sex. I loved it like this, lying here with Brent, forgetting about the rest of the world.
My stomach turned, and I frowned. I had been feeling off earlier, but it was worse now. I sat up.
“What’s wrong?” Brent asked.
I wanted to answer him, but suddenly my throat closed and my stomach twisted viciously. I pressed my hand against my mouth and scrambled off the bed, running to the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet and threw up, violently retching out the few sips of wine I’d had earlier and the supper I’d eaten before that. I threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach and I was dry heaving.
“Rena,” Brent said behind me.
“No, don’t,” I said in a strained voice. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Brent said and came farther into the bathroom. He found a face cloth and wet it in the sink, laying it on the back of my neck. It helped. The nausea died down a little. I sat back, my back against the cold tiles, and I was suddenly shivering. My teeth chattered, and I felt cold all over. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. It had to have been something I ate. I never got sick like this.
I reached for the tissues on the toilet bowl and blew my nose.
“Here,” Brent said, offering me a glass of water and another face cloth. I wiped my face and drank the water.
“Let’s get you in bed,” Brent said after I’d had enough water. He helped me up and led me to the bedroom, taking care of me as if I were a sick child. I hadn’t been taken care of like this in years, and I had to admit it felt good just being able to let go.