The Architect by C.A. Bell Page A

freezing water, I’m met by Heath and his hard on. As I try to wriggle away from the Antarctic storm that’s making my clit shrink, his cock presses against my arse, and he moves the prickling water up to my nipples. He coaxes the pink buds out to play with the spray against the sensitive tips. My clit aches, and I push back against him, tip-toeing a little to drop his cock to the entrance of my pussy.
    His hot breath against my neck ripples through my body and cancels out the coldness as he murmurs in my ear, “So, have you found something you want?”
    I push back against him. “Yes, I think I have.”
    He releases my restricted hands, and finally graces me with my eyesight again. As my eyes adjust to the room, lit only by the light pouring in through the half-opened bedroom door, he slips his wet unprotected cock inside me, and hits me high, right against the spot that makes me melt. Automatically, I bend at the hip and reach out for the glass wall for support as he drops the shower head back to my clit, and slowly fills me to the brim.
    Reaching for the dial, I turn the temperature back up and sigh with relief as the warmth cascades down my bottom half and heats my clit.
    He rocks back and forth inside me with his lengthy, thick erection, hitting my core with every thrust. I let out a moan, and feel my climax increasing. But the water pressure isn’t enough. I take the shower head from him, grab his hand, and guide it to my clit. He gets the message and begins to rub circles against it, helping me along, until the feeling is too intense, and I give into my selfish needs.
    I feel my body clench around his cock, and my mind spins as I cry out with, ‘yeses’ and, ‘oh my Gods’, and flick my wet hair back. Suddenly I feel my body empty. Twisting my head to see what he has planned next, I watch as he pleasures himself for a few seconds, before shooting his load all over my arse. I watch as his climax fades and his facial expression eases. He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Wow.”
    Standing upright, I turn to face him head on. He pulls me close and holds me for a while, before walking me back under the shower, taking my sponge and cleaning me, before doing the same to himself.
    Clean, dry and in my dressing gown, I watch him get dressed as I sit on the end of my bed. It’s past midnight, so I ask him if he wants to stay the night. He declines, explaining that he has to be up early for a meeting and wouldn’t want to disturb me. I feel somewhat used and downhearted, but I suppose he has got to work, and it’s not like we are an item or anything. In fact, I’m not sure what we are.
    I walk him to the front door, kiss him, and watch him drive away, still pondering on what this arrangement is. Are we fuck buddies? Friends? Do I want to be just friends with benefits ?
    I head back upstairs and fall into bed after switching off the light. Lying here, once again alone, I stare into the darkness with an ache in my heart. An ache that’s becoming stronger every time I see him. An ache that I know is love, but don’t want to admit. An ache that I will tell him of the next time I see him.

Chapter Thirteen
    Saturday morning and no word from Heath. Taking my seat behind reception, I turn and scowl at Liz.
    She looks me up and down. “What’s the matter with you?”
    â€œYou know very well what the matter is.” I pause and wait for her to say something, but she looks at me blankly. “Red dress,” I add.
    â€œOh. So, how did it go?” she deflects.
    â€œAre you serious? It went tits up.”
    â€œHow come?”
    â€œWell, because someone sent a secret text from my phone.”
    â€œOh yeah, about that, I’m sorry. I just wanted you to go and have a nice time, and I thought you would see the text, but when you didn’t look at your phone when you came back from talking to Dr. Wood, I just...” She stops and deals