Page 11 of Seven Days

My hands tremble as I open the foil wrapper. I wrap my hand around him and give him a few firm strokes. I look up at him as I swipe my thumb over his tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum and bringing it to my mouth. His eyes darken as he watches me suck it off.

“I’m going to fuck that mouth soon enough, but right now, I need this cunt wrapped around my cock. Put the condom on and quit playing games.” He grabs my wrists as soon as I finish and plants them beside my head as he pushes inside me in one hard thrust. I’ve never felt so full before. My jaw goes slack as he moans, pausing to take in the feeling of our joined bodies.

Thomas kisses me as he increases the speed of his thrusts, but keeps them shallow. The more I squirm beneath him to take him deeper the more he holds back. His teasing denial only serves to drive my want for him into a frenzied need and his fingers link with mine as I whimper beneath him. My nipples drag across his chest as I arch up into him.

“Please,” I beg. “Harder, deeper.”

“Fuck,” he says with a growl.

He sits back, kneeling between my legs and lifts my hips into the air, giving himself all the leverage he needs to go deep. His fingers dig into my skin as he lets go and fucks me with an animalistic intensity.

Every slide of his cock hits the spot inside me that sends stars across my vision. His skin slaps against mine, and my pussy is so wet I can feel my desire streaming out of me. I clamp down on his dick as he circles my clit with his thumb, heating my body from my core out in pulsing waves of debilitating pleasure. I can barely breathe as I cry out his name.

He pushes all the way in, holding me by the waist as his cock surges inside me, and I can feel every twitch he makes as he empties himself. When I look down, I find him staring at where he’s seated inside me. His eyes are unreadable when he finally looks into mine.

Pulling out of me slowly, Thomas gets off the bed with a slight frown before disappearing into the bathroom. Is he upset with me? I hear the sink running in the bathroom and a few minutes later he walks out with a warm cloth in his hand and a troubled look on his face.

“Are you mad?” I ask quietly.

He looks up at me with a confused expression on his face. “No, why would I be mad?”

“You’re not talking and you frowned as you left me.” My heart squeezes as I say the final three words.

“What is there to say? Do you need praise? I left to help you get cleaned up.” He says the harsh words as he runs the warm cloth over me, gently cleaning me. “We need to go soon.”

“Go where?” I ask as I grab the cloth from his hands. I can do it myself if he’s going to turn into an asshole about it.

“We have an hour to make it to my office and get your blood and urine samples sent to the lab for an STI check.” His delivery is cold and clinical. “I’m not fucking you again until I can do so without a condom. Are you on birth control?”

“Who says I even want you to fuck me again?” His words make sense, it’s completely logical to get tested considering what I just found out, but he doesn’t have to be such an asshole about it. “With that attitude I’ll just go to the county health department and have them run the tests.”

I stand and stride past him, as aloof as I can be, considering I’m still naked, but he grabs my arm.

“Stop.” He guides me back to the bed. “I could have phrased that better. I apologize.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I just need a minute to think. Honestly, you need to be tested and I can fast track the results for you. We’ll know by tomorrow.”

I hesitate before answering. “You might be twice my age, but I’m a third year law student with a brain just as big and logical as yours. Never speak to me like that again. I’m done being talked down to.” I walk past him and start down the hall. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay, I’ll bring your bags in and set them in your room.”

“Thank you,” I say over my shoulder.

As soon as I’m in the bathroom, I collapse against the door and take a trembling breath. I’ve never stood up for myself like that before. I feel so out of balance, partially empowered and a little like I want to run back and apologize for being rude. I don’t want to push him away, the sex is too good. Insanely good. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d ruin me for anyone else.

Pulling my hair pack into a messy bun since I don’t have time to wash it, I step into the shower. I quickly wash my body and face. It is kind of him to expedite my test results, even with his ulterior motives.

I walk out into the bedroom with my towel wrapped around me to find all my suitcases laid out on the bed. Thomas is dressed in different, slightly nicer, but still casual clothes than before, leaning against the dresser. His eyes rake down me hungrily, his intensity making my stomach do an unwanted flip.

“It’s going to be hard to sleep in here with all the bags on the bed like this.” I say as I open the suitcase that has all my underwear and pajamas.

“You won’t be sleeping in here so it doesn’t really matter.”

I look up to find his gaze locked on me.

“I don’t know. I’m not very tolerant of asshole men anymore. Think I’ve had my fill.”

“I apologized.”

“Forgiven, not forgotten,” I reply as I pull a matching set of black lace lingerie from my bag.