Next - Second Chances

CHAPTER 6

Nick felt her body start to quiver and shudder, but it was a soft climax, if you could even call it that, and she knew it wasn’t going to reach her extremities.

This guy’s c**k was huge, but he didn’t really seem to know what to do with it. It was as if he was getting by on size alone. She had tried to flip him over so she could control her own pleasure a little more, but he insisted on being on top, as if pounding his c**k into her would be enough and why would she want to ride his c**k when he could give it to her much better than she would ever take it.

Thankfully, he hadn’t stopped her from reaching down to touch her c**t, though that was only because she figured he had no idea what or where it was, due to the fact that in the last three…no, two minutes she realised, upon spying the clock on the wall, he thought it was ok to grasp a breast in one hand, and his c**k in the other, then shove it in and rock back and forth until he came.

If she hadn’t been able to reach her own c**t, she was sure she would never have come.

She managed to eke out a miniscule release, but he smiled at her as if he had just won gold in the Orgasm Olympics. Then she watched as his face contorted into a weird scrunched-up silent scream, and he planted his c**k in place and came. His hands moved to the mattress either side of her hips and she saw him look to the left as he regained control of his breath.

Nick rolled her head in the same direction and saw what he was looking at. A tall floor-length mirror tilted at an angle to give him a full view of his whole stance against the side of the bed. She bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing, because she was sure that would make him think she was ready for round two.

She planted her hands on his lower chest and gently pushed him back. He seemed to remember only then that she was part of this transaction too, and he straightened up and pulled his d**k out without preamble. He whipped off the condom as he stood there between her legs and carelessly tossed it into the trash can beside his bed, and Nick suppressed a shudder.

“That was f*****g brilliant,” he said as he stood in a superman pose a foot away from the bed as his eyes roamed over her body.

She couldn’t help but admit he looked amazing. His chest was sculpted with muscles and abs. A dusting of black hair thick enough to cause a delicious friction, but not so much she would have to comb through it to find his n*****s. Not that it really mattered, he didn’t seem to want her to touch him all that much. His legs were thick with muscles too, and she vaguely recalled him saying he was a professional athlete. She hadn’t cared enough to ask what sport, but he was peak fitness, whatever it was.

His c**k though, while visually impressive, even now as he hung almost flaccid against his thigh, turned out to be only a massive disappointment. He was still watching her, and the smile on his face told her he was about to encourage her to offer him a blow job, so she sat up and looked over the side of the bed for her clothes.

He had tried to strip her completely naked, because he said he “wanted to see her beautiful breasts bounce when he f****d her”. She remembered him saying it and gagged even now thinking about it. She had been about to call it all off when he pulled down his own jocks, and she got a look at what he was bringing to the party. She thought that meant she was about to banish old ghosts and finally feel a powerful bone-tingling release. She shuffled the top of her strapless dress down over her breasts and pulled the bottom of it up over her waist to get ready for him, but oh how wrong she was.

Now, with a disappointing hiss of a missed orgasm rattling through her core, she slid off the end of the bed in one of her most awkward moves, then fixed her dress, silently thanking god for her foresight to wear something she could fix so easily.

“You’re leaving?” he asked and she glanced back at him to see he was still in that Superman pose, hands fisted at his hips, legs wide apart. But this time, instead of his smug grin, he was frowning at her.

“Yeah, I have an early shift.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, 7am wake-up call, you know how it goes in big business.” She tugged the top of her dress around her breasts to fix it into place, then grabbed her bra and panties from the floor. She shoved them into her purse rather than struggle into them, as she walked backwards around the bed.

“I thought you said you were off work tomorrow?”

“No, I think you misheard. I said I wish I was off work.” She didn’t recall mentioning work at all in the short time she took to make a decision to go home with him. She rarely gave these men any information. At least not any truthful information. She enjoyed making up characters and telling them what they wanted to hear, as long as it resulted in a night of great s*x.

Lately, though it has only resulted in mediocre s*x, that only left her looking elsewhere. Not that she ever slept with the same guy twice. That was a big no-no. If she did that, then what was next? Dating? Marriage? Kids? Minivans? Little league? Nick suppressed another shudder and slipped into her heels. She pulled out her phone and already had the taxi app open before she left his bedroom.

“You can’t stay a little longer?” he said, and she saw movement in her peripheral vision.

She didn’t need to look over to know he was stroking his c**k. She knew that was the power move he was making, as if seeing him do that would make her jealous enough to stay and f**k him again. He might be right, if the first f**k was up to par but she could masturbate at home with better results, so she shook her head as she clicked the buttons on her phone to order a cab home.

“Thanks though, it was great.”

“Did you want my number?” he asked as she walked out of the room with a half wave behind her.

Typical. Did she want his number? Not asking for hers, or asking her out. Of course, it would be she who would be demanding more time with him. She suppressed an eyeroll and smiled over her shoulder at him.

“Eh, thanks but no, I need to get home.” She heard that sentence again in her head and hid her smile. No, it didn’t make sense, but this guy, whatever his name was, hadn’t proven to be a quick study.