Chapter 13—Steven
I tried to concentrate on the stack of paperwork that was piled on my desk in front of me, but all I could think about was Madison. I was in so far over my head, and I didn’t know how to get out. Or if I even wanted to.
I’d made the mistake of making love to her four nights ago. I hadn’t fucked her or had sex with her or just gotten her off. I’d made love to her. Soft, slow, easy, passionate love. And I’d enjoyed every moment of it. I’d enjoyed it so damn much I’d done it every night for three nights in a row—except for last night when I’d tried to force myself not to. That had been pure hell. I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that I liked making love to Madison or the fact that the one night I didn’t I hadn’t been able to sleep until I did.
It was time to end this thing with her and get back to what I did best—meaningless sex with strange women. One night only. Get in, get off, and get out. Madison was working the bar tonight. I’d ask her to stay after we closed, and I’d tell her then. I had to.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened, and Madison walked in looking hotter than hell in her pleated maroon skirt and black Scorched shirt. I started to question why I’d been avoiding her all night. My eyes feasted on her long, slender legs as she walked toward me. “Can I help you with something?” I asked.
“I hope so,” she said, straddling me in the chair.
My hands settled on her thighs, and my cock stirred to life. Her lips had barely touched mine, and I lost control. My hands were in her hair, grabbing her ass, sliding up her shirt, back in her hair, caressing her legs. No matter how much I touched her it wasn’t enough.
She pulled her lips from me and smiled. “I was thinking maybe after we close tonight we could act out a certain fantasy that involves you and me and a specific bar.”
She’d told me about that fantasy in very explicit detail two nights ago when we’d been in the shower together. I’d taken her right then, coming so damn hard I could barely walk afterward. I groaned. One more night wouldn’t hurt. I’d tell her tomorrow that we had to end things. “There’s only one problem with that,” I said, sliding my hand up her skirt.
“What’s that?”
“That fantasy requires panties, and you’re not wearing any.” I eased a finger inside of her. “You’re wet, Madison.”
She nodded and rocked on my lap.
“Why’re you so wet?”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said, taking my face into her hands and kissing me.
“That’s what I like to hear,” I said, working a second finger into her, my thumb circling her clit.
“I have to get back to work,” she said.
“Me too.”
She bore down on my hand, her pussy rubbing against my dick, her tits pressed to my chest. “God, Steven, I want you. Right here. Right now.” Madison reached into my front pocket, pulled out a condom, and then freed my cock from my jeans.
“What’re you doing?” I asked with amusement.
“It’d be a shame to waste a perfectly good erection,” she said, rolling the condom on me.
I chuckled and held her waist as she eased down onto my cock. Every time her pussy wrapped around my cock it felt like the first time, and every time it took my breath away. She began to rock on me, back and forth, side to side. I hadn’t realized how much I’d wanted her, either, until I felt my release building in my balls. “Come with me, baby.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and screamed into my shoulder as she came hot and hard, my cock pulsating with my own release. “Fuck, Madison,” I ground out, holding her tight on my lap. I wasn’t ready to pull out of her yet. She just felt too damn good.
“Steven,” she whispered, showering my neck with kisses.
“Mmm that feels good. You feel good,” I said, bringing her mouth to mine. She tried to pull away, to get off my lap, and I held her tighter.
“Steven, I have to get back to work,” she said with a laugh.
“Are you fond of this skirt?” I asked.
“Not really. Why?”
“I’ll improvise tonight.” I had every intention of tearing the clothes from her body later, licking her sweet little pussy until she came, and then making love to her on top of the bar. In her fantasy, it’d been hot and hard. Tonight, it’d be slow and easy. It’s how I wanted to end our time together.
* * *
“I still have about half an hour of work left to finish,” I said to Madison as she finished wiping down the bar. “I got distracted earlier.”
She tossed the towel at me and laughed. “So now I’m a distraction, huh?”
“You’re always a distraction.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“Oh no,” she said, stepping away from me. “Get your work finished. I’m going to run home and put on some panties.” She winked.
I never thought a woman putting on panties could be such a turn on, but knowing what I was about to do to them and her, my cock was hard with eagerness. “You’re a tease, too,” I said.
“Teasing is half the fun.”
I grabbed her and slanted my mouth over hers, giving her a long kiss that left both of us dizzy. “Hurry back,” I said, gently smacking her ass.
Sex with Madison was amazing, and I was really going to miss it. Hell, I was going to miss her, but ending it was the only thing I could do. Madison deserved better than me, and I cared enough about her to make sure she got it. “I need a drink,” I muttered, reaching for the top shelf liquor and grabbing a bottle of rum. It slipped from my fingers and spilled down the front of my shirt. “Dammit!”
I yanked my shirt off. Guess it didn’t matter… Once Madison returned it was coming off anyway. I headed back toward my office when I heard the door swing open. “That was fast,” I said.
“Remember me?” she said, throwing herself into my arms and kissing my lips. She wasn’t Madison. I tried to pry her arms from around my neck and her lips from mine.
“Whoa. Stop.” She didn’t.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” Madison said.
The woman who’d attacked me let go, and I took a good look at her. She was a regular guest at the resort, and I’d had sex with her every time she visited. Shit! Madison! I looked at her and the look in her eyes nearly killed me. First there was hurt, then disgust. Of all the people in the world, Madison was the one person I couldn’t stand being disgusted with me.
“Madison,” I said, taking a step toward her.
“Guess I was right about one thing,” she said. “You’ll need these tonight.” She threw a handful of condoms at me before turning and walking out.
“Madison!” I ran out after her. “Madison, please let me explain. It’s not what you think.”
She stopped and spun around. From the look in her eyes I knew it would have been better for me had she kept on walking away. “Don’t!” she yelled. “Don’t give me those lame ass pathetic excuses. ‘It just happened.’ ‘It’s not what it looks like.’ ‘She doesn’t mean anything to me.’” Her tone was mocking. “Those might work on the bimbos you normally fuck, but they hold no water with me, Steven.”
I was dumbfounded. She was right. They were piss poor excuses, but this time they happened to be the truth. What was I supposed to say to her?
“You could’ve at least had the decency to stop fucking me before you moved on.”
“I’m not fucking anyone else. Besides, I barely know that woman,” I said.
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You never know the women you sleep with.”
Ouch! That stung.
“God, I really am an idiot,” she said, laughing sarcastically. “I trusted you, Steven. I trusted you enough to enjoy the control you had over my body. I should’ve known better.”
“I never made you do anything you didn’t want to, Madison, and you know that. You’ve always had control. When you let go it was because you wanted to. I was just the guy who helped you do it,” I shouted.
“Whatever, Steven. We both knew this was just casual sex. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s over now. No harm done.”
All the breath left my body, and it felt like someone had cut off my nuts and shoved them down my throat. I didn’t know why her words hurt so much. Hadn’t I been planning on cutting her loose tomorrow anyway? I should be happy that it was over. I should be happy that I didn’t have to be the one to tell her that it was over. Then why did it hurt so much to see her walking away from me?