I was at a loss for words as he started fucking me. I could only let out broken sounds. The angle he had me at made the piercing hit me in all the right areas, and I had to screw my eyes shut as another orgasm grew.
“I’m gonna?—”
“Come on my cock, baby.” Dean’s voice was rough in my ear. “Let it happen.”
Coming three times in one session had to be some record for me, but it happened anyway. I heard him mutter a curse before he thrust into me one last time. He pulsed as he filled the condom.
Holyshit.He was a gift to women everywhere.
I wished he was a gift to only me, though. The thought made the post-orgasmic glow fade. I was plummeting backdown to Earth, and fast. I thought I could do this, but the thoughts of attachment were already creeping in.
We sat in silence as both of us caught our breaths. The last bit of pleasure was gone from my body as I faced the fact that I had no idea what to do next.
“T-thanks,” I said awkwardly as he pulled out of me. “That was good.”
“Hopefully better than good.”
“It was,” I said as I tried to figure out what he wanted from me. Did I smack his ass and say “good game”? Did I simply tell him to leave? “Um, should we clean up?”
“Y-yeah, definitely.”
At least he sounded as awkward as I felt. He disposed of the condom as I struggled to figure out what to say. There was only silence in the room as he walked over to where both of our clothes had been thrown around. I figured he would tug his on and then make a run for it, but he went through it all and handed me mine too.
“You okay?” he asked. His voice was steady and back to normal. Whatever I’d heard earlier was a blip.
“Yeah, definitely.”
“You don’t seem okay. Was it too much? Do you need anything?”
I would be sore, but I didn’t mind that. “No, I’m good. I promise. I just don’t know what to do at this part.”
“This part?” he asked.
“When the one-night stand is over.”
“Well, this is the part where I say you were amazing and I really enjoyed that.”
“And then it’s goodbye,” I finished.
“Yeah. Then goodbye.”
“Okay,” I said as I took a breath. “Then I should say I really enjoyed that too. Thank you for the fun night.”
There was a moment where he paused before saying something else. I wished more than anything that I could see his expression. Was he confused? Worried? Did he look like he wanted to do this again?
“Thank you too. See you around, Grace.”
And then he walked out of my shop. When he was gone, I let out a sigh that turned into a groan.
I was aterribleone-night stand. It seemed that attachment was what I did best.
It was just my luck that the best sex of my life was with a guy who would never want to see me again.
4
DEAN
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch