Page 22 of I Love My Mistake
“Baby, Nicole… you’re so tight. So wet. I could just fuck you all night long,” he groans against my skin.
“Then why don’t you,” I moan.
He pushes in deeply, and I reach back and turn on the water, cupping some in my hand and smearing it on his chest like its paint. He flinches at the cold and his eyes get hot and smoldering. I do it again, more water this time. He reaches back to the running faucet and takes some of his own, wipes it down the length of my back, grasping me and sliding around as his tongue touches mine and his cock presses in and out of me. I kiss him from a place I’ve never come from before, in a way that makes him growl hard into my mouth. His cock slams fuller. He grabs onto my ass, then my thighs, licking my tongue as he rams me faster, smooth and skilled… pulling almost all the way out every time, before he slides back in me. I sigh and moan against his mouth.
Feeling needed like this, the way he looks at me, pulls and tugs at me – it makes me not want him to pull out. I don’t want to separate or be left. “I want to feel you come, Jason. I want to feel you…don’t pull out, okay?” I whisper against his lips, my eyes looking into his as he fucks me.
“But baby… I’m not wearing a condom…”
I smile against his lips. “I know. I want to feel you splashing inside of me. Won’t that feel good?”
He blinks some more and slows down the motions a bit… pulling his head back so he can see me better. “Are you on the pill?”
I nod. Isn’t everyone? But he isn’t convinced. He slows to a stop and says, “Nicole… I’m sorry. I can’t. I just… I can’t do that.”
“Why?” I ask, getting pissed.
“Because what if …”
“What if I’m lying? You don’t trust me?” I’m wondering if I should push him out of me or not.
“I trust you… it’s just that…” he flounders for a better answer.
“Jason! How long have you known me? Do you really think I’d try and make you be a father by design? You know me better than that. Get off of me.”
He pulls out and looks sheepish. “I’m sorry. It’s just, you women go crazy sometimes and want kids and…” His dick is deflating. As it should.
“I’m not having kids without a father at least wanting to be around!” I pull my busted robe over my body and shake my head and finger at him as I walk to the living room. “You’re crazy. I just wasn’t feeling the pulling out thing and since we have a no-condom agreement…”
“…Well, yeah. We only use condoms with other people. We’ve been hooking up for a long time,” he says, following me, pulling up his pants and leaving them half-zipped.
“Yeah! Which means you should know that I’m not lying about being on the pill! People who think you’re lying are usually liars, themselves. So… are you lying about using condoms with other women?” I demand. Then I see his half-open fly. “And zip that fly up. You think we’re going to be using it again? You must be out of your mind.”
He zips it as he argues, “Yes. I use a condom with other women. I’m not stupid.”
I search his eyes. He lets me, so he appears to be being honest with me. My gut tells me he’s not lying, and my gut is usually right. “Okay. I’ll believe you. But you know the deal – if you don’t use a condom with someone else, you have to tell me. So I can use one the next time we fuck. You promise?”
He steps up and stares at me, so I know he isn’t blinking or looking away… in other words, lying. “Promise. You wanna go again?”
“No! Get out of here. The mood is gone. Now don’t look at me like a boy who got his cookie taken away. You did this to yourself. I’ll see you again, don’t worry.”
He smiles, “Promise?” He sure is cute.
I give him a little peck. “Promise.” He tries to go for more. “Ah ah ah. Go on home,” I say, wagging my finger in his face.
He hangs his head and leaves, reluctant as hell. Men.
When he gets to the door, he turns and asks, “Nicole? Did you get rid of the guy?”
Just the mention of him hurts. “He’s married.”
“No shit?” He shakes his head and walks out, closes the door behind him.
Now he’s gone and done it. I pace my living room. I was all worked up and then he had to go and ruin it. I know what I’m going to do.