enters me.
My blouse and hair scratch against the wall as he fucks me, hard enough for my fingers to curl and dig into his shoulders, the fabric of his jacket stuffed beneath my fingernails.
Neal buries his face in my neck, teeth sliding against my skin, muffling the groans that fly from his throat. I pull the inside of my cheek between my teeth, biting hard enough to keep myself from crying out.
Nate jerks his hips, faster and faster, the pair of us, clawing at each other. Desperate to get off.
My orgasm builds quickly in the pit of my stomach, my legs opening a little wider to coax him deeper inside.
“ Neal ,” I whimper in his ear, a single word warning for what comes next. My shuddering orgasm. I bite down on his shoulder, my moans swallowed up in his fabric.
He comes soon after, releasing his teeth from my neck, a bruise festering and tightening against my skin. I can hear nothing but the sound of his breath against my ear, his heart pumping fast in his chest, beating in time with mine. He pulls out of me and a pool of wetness slides down my leg. Neal notices and pulls a light blue handkerchief from his jacket. Quickly he sops up his cum from my skin, trailing the soft fabric all the way up my leg, patting the inside of my thigh dry.
We re-dress in silence, my underwear sliding up, his shirt tucking neatly into his pants. He’s staring at me but I refuse to meet his eyes. The whirlwind of lust has ended and we’re back to square two. He’s a liar and a most likely a cheat, just like my father, and after this I want nothing more to do with him.
The basement door opens and three pairs of feet shuffle down the stairs.
Ashleigh says, “I did it!” and a resounding applause fills outside of the door.
I step around Neal, arm outstretched, ready to welcome the raised eyebrows and twisted smirks, but Neal grabs my arm. His hand encircles my wrist and I try to snatch it away but he tightens his hold. He swings me around until we’re facing one another.
“You wanted this,” he says, hissing and almost desperate.
“Maybe I did,” I say, yanking my arm. He tightens his grip. “But I don’t want you .”
Neal pulls me close. I’m surrounded by the scent of him: sweat, sex and me, crawling all over his hair and skin. “You’re lying,” he says.
“I’m not the one who’s a liar.”
He drops my hand and I step away from him, fingers curling around the knob as I pass him one last look.
“Goodbye Neal,” I say, wedging the door open, allowing the smell of us to spread to the rest of the basement.
Thirteen
Ashleigh hums, the entire cab ride back to the city. It occurs to me in that moment that it’s the first time I’ve seen her without tears, her thin layer of make-up untouched, her cheeks naturally flushed from the air rushing through the open window. She carries a certain energy that can’t be ignored, one that demands your attention and your smile. When she grins at me, it’s electric and I can’t stop myself from smiling back.
She keeps my mind from slipping into too many thoughts of Neal, though his face pops up in my mind whenever I get a whiff of myself. I try to shake them out. There’s no use being angry when in two days I won’t be in this city again.
We’re seconds away from The Palmer House when Ashleigh taps my knee. “Do you mind…And um…You can say no and everything but. All my friends went back to Wisconsin yesterday and I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”
I sit up. “What?”
“Well um,” Ashleigh turns towards me. “The dorms are closed for the summer – not that I was staying there, I moved out in the second semester - and Martin took the keys to the condo to give to you. Not that I would stay there because it belongs to you now and…I just…I really need a place to stay. Just for the night.”
The cab pulls up to the hotel. The yellow lights of the city draw an orange halo around Ashleigh’s head, each strand glowing in the dark.
“Okay,”
My blouse and hair scratch against the wall as he fucks me, hard enough for my fingers to curl and dig into his shoulders, the fabric of his jacket stuffed beneath my fingernails.
Neal buries his face in my neck, teeth sliding against my skin, muffling the groans that fly from his throat. I pull the inside of my cheek between my teeth, biting hard enough to keep myself from crying out.
Nate jerks his hips, faster and faster, the pair of us, clawing at each other. Desperate to get off.
My orgasm builds quickly in the pit of my stomach, my legs opening a little wider to coax him deeper inside.
“ Neal ,” I whimper in his ear, a single word warning for what comes next. My shuddering orgasm. I bite down on his shoulder, my moans swallowed up in his fabric.
He comes soon after, releasing his teeth from my neck, a bruise festering and tightening against my skin. I can hear nothing but the sound of his breath against my ear, his heart pumping fast in his chest, beating in time with mine. He pulls out of me and a pool of wetness slides down my leg. Neal notices and pulls a light blue handkerchief from his jacket. Quickly he sops up his cum from my skin, trailing the soft fabric all the way up my leg, patting the inside of my thigh dry.
We re-dress in silence, my underwear sliding up, his shirt tucking neatly into his pants. He’s staring at me but I refuse to meet his eyes. The whirlwind of lust has ended and we’re back to square two. He’s a liar and a most likely a cheat, just like my father, and after this I want nothing more to do with him.
The basement door opens and three pairs of feet shuffle down the stairs.
Ashleigh says, “I did it!” and a resounding applause fills outside of the door.
I step around Neal, arm outstretched, ready to welcome the raised eyebrows and twisted smirks, but Neal grabs my arm. His hand encircles my wrist and I try to snatch it away but he tightens his hold. He swings me around until we’re facing one another.
“You wanted this,” he says, hissing and almost desperate.
“Maybe I did,” I say, yanking my arm. He tightens his grip. “But I don’t want you .”
Neal pulls me close. I’m surrounded by the scent of him: sweat, sex and me, crawling all over his hair and skin. “You’re lying,” he says.
“I’m not the one who’s a liar.”
He drops my hand and I step away from him, fingers curling around the knob as I pass him one last look.
“Goodbye Neal,” I say, wedging the door open, allowing the smell of us to spread to the rest of the basement.
Thirteen
Ashleigh hums, the entire cab ride back to the city. It occurs to me in that moment that it’s the first time I’ve seen her without tears, her thin layer of make-up untouched, her cheeks naturally flushed from the air rushing through the open window. She carries a certain energy that can’t be ignored, one that demands your attention and your smile. When she grins at me, it’s electric and I can’t stop myself from smiling back.
She keeps my mind from slipping into too many thoughts of Neal, though his face pops up in my mind whenever I get a whiff of myself. I try to shake them out. There’s no use being angry when in two days I won’t be in this city again.
We’re seconds away from The Palmer House when Ashleigh taps my knee. “Do you mind…And um…You can say no and everything but. All my friends went back to Wisconsin yesterday and I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”
I sit up. “What?”
“Well um,” Ashleigh turns towards me. “The dorms are closed for the summer – not that I was staying there, I moved out in the second semester - and Martin took the keys to the condo to give to you. Not that I would stay there because it belongs to you now and…I just…I really need a place to stay. Just for the night.”
The cab pulls up to the hotel. The yellow lights of the city draw an orange halo around Ashleigh’s head, each strand glowing in the dark.
“Okay,”
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