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Natalie
I couldn’t help but smirk. The kid was hot as all hell, but something about him also made me smile. He was clearly as turned on as I was, and had strong alpha tendencies, but on the other hand, he didn’t take himself too seriously. I liked that. A lot. He was so different from the seriously academic and seriously up-his-own-ass Douglas. He was perfect for my first time out the gate since Doug had done the dirty on me.
Someone young fun and flirty, who made me feel sexy, desirable and alive was just the ego boost I needed. It was also safe and noncommittal. It didn’t get more noncommittal than a one-night stand with a guy who no doubt slept with a different woman every night of the week and who didn’t know my real name; and I was there for that.
Not wanting to lose all my underwear, I slipped out of my leather skirt, and then my panties, glad I’d selected sexy lace ones that morning that matched my bra. The desire that flared in his eyes when he took in my naked body sent my arousal into overdrive. I couldn’t remember a time when a man had looked at me like that. Like I was the hottest thing this side of Venus.
I stepped toward him at the same time as he moved closer to me, and he pulled me by the wrist again, jerking my body hard into him. I let out a small squeal of surprise, and he swallowed the sound with his lips against mine. This time his kiss was nothing like before. He was raw and savage, wild almost.
Without moving his lips from mine, he whipped us around, reversing our positions, so that I had my back to the bed. Before I knew it, he’d pushed me down onto it and was climbing on top of me.
“Fuck. You’re so hot. I want you so many ways I don’t even know where to start.”
You and me both.
He leant back slightly, and I used the newly created space to rake my fingers down his firm, smooth chest to his taut abs. I was almost overwhelmed by how picture perfect he was.
I shifted my gaze to his face and licked my lips deliciously slowly.
“Start wherever you want. We’ve got all night.”
We’ve only got tonight.
I moved my hands from his body and onto my own, studying him as he watched me play with my breasts, squeezing their fullness and tweaking my nipples. His dick bobbed between us, and I wondered if I could get him off by pleasuring myself. The thought got me hotter and wetter. I slid one hand down to my entrance and gripped his length tightly with the other, loving the feel of him throbbing against my palm. He stiffened slightly, squeezing my wrist, indicating I should stop.
“I want to come inside you first. Up on your knees, hands on the top of the bedhead.” I hesitated, taking in his words, which clearly didn’t please him. “Now!”
I wasn’t used to being ordered around like that in the bedroom, but something about his tone and the look on his face when he said those words went straight to my hot spot. It would be a first, but I swore I could come just from the sound of his voice.
He reached across to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. I turned onto my knees, gripping the edge of the headboard as instructed, watching over my shoulder as he rolled on the condom. How did he manage to make even that simple action hot as fuck?
When he was done, he met my eyes.
“Hold on tight, I’m not feeling like being especially gentle right now.”
I was glad, as neither was I. In fact, that was the last thing I wanted. I braced myself like he’d told me, also leaning forward, pushing my butt out toward him, for easier access. No doubt giving him a view of my sweet spot.
“Holy fuck. Your butt is the best thing I’ve ever seen, apart from your wetness. If I’m not careful, I’m going to be done just from this view.”
On those words, he nudged me experimentally with the tip of his dick. I pushed back, ready to take him deep, and he didn’t disappoint, thrusting into me in one strong, long movement.
Holyshitfuck.
He hit the spot straight away, and from then until we both found our release, it was a loud and wild ride—me pushing back into him, him slamming deep into me until I swore I was seeing stars. Each time he hit the spot made me want it deeper and harder. I was wild with desire, pent-up frustration, and the need for release. I wanted to wash out the old and sweep in the new.
I didn’t just want him, I needed what being with him represented: moving on, healing, regaining my confidence and my joie de vivre, grabbing life—and a hot young guy—by the balls and showing it who was boss. At that moment, I knew I was back. Finally. New and improved, and ready to take the world by storm again.
As we came together, we collapsed onto the bed, him still inside me, arms wrapped around me, and for the first time in a long time I felt at peace.
