For Authentication Purposes (19 page)

“What. Oh, I. Um . . .” My lips were dry and my tongue felt swollen as he pressed his pointer finger into my ass. It felt so undeniably good, like every last part of my body was filled with
Warner
.

“That’s it.” His breaths became short and shallow.

My hips angled to meet his cock and his hand as I rode them both, my back arching upward in an attempt to get even closer to him. He shuddered, and a string of expletives shot out of his mouth as he bucked into me a few more times. The feel of him so deep and thick inside me made my orgasm approach even quicker.

He stilled a little, and I whined, dropping my hands to the sheets and still working against him. He pushed back into me, gentle and restrained as I rolled my hips for friction and to feel his fingers and cock even more now that I was the one rushing toward release. It coiled slowly but once it began to unravel, it happened so fast I lost my breath.

My legs jerked, and I twisted away as it hit me harder than I had ever felt in my life before. The entire experience was too much, and I screamed his name as my inner walls clamped and pulsed around his shaft, my stomach going hollow as my knees tried to pull up in my chest. Flushed with sweat, I pressed my hands to my forehead, my body in a continuous shudder, while he held himself above, watching my orgasm rock through me.

After another minute, I felt my muscles begin to relax and I settled back onto the pillow, sucking in breath after breath, trying to gather my bearings. Warner removed himself from me, hesitant. Placing a sweet kiss to my temple before rolling off the bed and disappearing out the door.

Closing my eyes, I let my hands rest on my breasts as I replayed the entire thing over in my mind. It was beyond anything I could have imagined.

I’d had sex with Warner Green.

Warner appeared at the bedroom door again, smiling at me from afar.

“Hey.” All of a sudden I was feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Hi.” His devious smile was in place as he stepped forward. “I burnt the pizza.”

I laughed, rolling onto my side to sit up. “No worries.”

He shook his head. “I called in a delivery.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “We have forty-five minutes before it gets here.”

“Forty-five minutes for what?” I asked, my eyes growing wide as he continued his predatory approach.

Warner’s lips turned up into an evil grin. “For round two, of course.”

Wardo

Round Two. Then Three. Then Four. I may have lost count.

It will forever go down in infamy as The Sexlympics.

Being inside Dawn Sims was so much more than I had anticipated. Every last stupid feeling I’d been pushing under the rug for so long had bubbled to the surface, and I’d admitted to her how I felt, even if under the guise of it being in Vlad’s voice. She’d been so focused on what I was doing to her that it didn’t seem to register that I was spilling my heart to her.

It was just as well. When she did start responding to my words, and she’d told me not to stop, I came so fast it was almost embarrassing.

Almost
.

Once again, I’m not even sure she knew I had finished, what with me working her over the edge so fast. And when she was done, I’d had to walk out of the room to get my bearings, which is when I noticed the smell coming from the oven and had figured out that we’d burnt the pizza.

It didn’t matter, though. After I’d taken the opportunity to calm down and collect myself from the most incredible experience I’d ever had, I wanted it again. And again. There’s a chance that I would quit my job and live off my settlement to keep Dawn there as my mattress wench. She looked like she might have been interested in that proposition when I was bent over her, telling her that it was time to learn something new.

Holy shit, the look on her face as I’d all but pounced on her, even more turned on by knowing that we had a timed goal to meet to beat the pizza delivery. I’d yanked her by her ankles to the edge of the bed, feeling my chest puff up as she squealed and laughed in an awkward attempt to get me to stop.

But once I’d had her underneath me again, everything else in the world just disappeared. It was overwhelming to think that something that I had wanted for so long had become mine at last.

Her eyes were big and bright, and her cheeks were flushed pink, those lips swollen and pouty as she licked them repeatedly. I’d pulled her up to sitting, and she’d come face-to-face with a very hard and ready Wardo Jr. I swear to you, the girl moaned. I watched as she leaned forward and placed a kiss to the tip, her plush lips parting and her tongue sneaking out to taste before we both realized her mistake and she winced making a terrible face at the taste of spermicide in her mouth.

“Sorry.” I laughed and moved away to put on another condom. I noticed that she turned and buried her face in my sheets. It was obvious that she was wiping her tongue on my bed. At any other time that would have made me laugh, but instead, I was focused on getting back to her. Back inside her.

I pulled her to standing and settled my ass on the edge of the mattress, planting my feet apart just a little as I gazed up at her face. Sliding my hand between her legs, I felt a low rumble in my chest as my fingers slipped inside her. “You’re even wetter.”

Dawn’s head fell to the side, and she let her eyes close as her chest rose visibly under my touch. With a gentle nudge, I pushed her thighs apart and then moved my hands to her hips. “This is all you.” I spoke as quiet as I could, pointing to my cock. “You’re in control, here.”

Guiding her forward, I bit my tongue as she swept her pussy over the tip and held herself steady with her hands on my shoulders. My eyes wavered from looking up at the concentration on her face to the way her hips were swiveling and seeking how to take me in at that angle.

And then she had the head nestled into her entrance and her eyes opened a fraction. Looking down at my face, her arms shook a little and she dropped an inch at a time down my shaft. She was letting me feel every part of her from the inside as her walls clung to me tightly, cushioning her descent until she was sitting on my lap. Her ass was flush with my thighs and her breasts trembled against my chest.

We both exhaled long breaths as her legs relaxed and she allowed me to settle inside her. It was beautiful how we fit together. Just perfect. It was amazing the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach having her in my arms after all the years I had dreamt of it. But nothing, absolutely nothing compared to the feel of all that combined with her face leaning forward to capture my mouth in a kiss as she secured her elbows on my shoulders and pushed forward with her hips at the same time.

My hands were in her hair, on her spine, cupping her ass. They were everywhere I could touch her. I was trying my hardest not to plow into her and make her scream my name so loud that the neighbors would hear. She moved slowly, her moans and sighs telling me she was relishing each tiny movement and feeling between her legs. And I met her with tiny pulses of my hips and flicks of my tongue across her own, sucking and nibbling at her lower lip and jaw. I held on to her as she found her rhythm, her hands gripping my hair until it hurt and she began to ride me with more force.

“So good. Baby, you are honest to God so fucking good.”

Her thighs tensed, and she let her head roll to the side. I felt her become even wetter and without asking, I moved my hands to her thighs and down to her calves. I bent her back in the process to anchor her against my knees then pulled her feet up onto the bed, and she balanced herself. Her breathing became ragged and loud while she tried to hold on.

“Oh my God,” she barely managed to say in between gasps of breath.

I gave her a cocky smile and nodded.

“Feel that? How much deeper I am?”

Her eyelids fluttered and then closed when she rolled her hips against me, grinding onto my pelvis. Pulling herself to me with her arm around my neck, she started to move off me and then back down, the sound of her skin slapping against mine threatening to make me lose my mind. It was making it all the more difficult to not piston back into her and finish far too fast.

I was supposed to be helping her, not breaking her and making it impossible to do anything else for the rest of the weekend. My intent had been to move her leg farther up until she had her back to my knees and was almost hanging upside down, her feet over my shoulders. But that would have to wait for another time. I was unraveling fast. Instead, I slowed her movements with one forceful thrust and held her there as she went rigid and cried out my name to the wall behind me, shaking and swearing a blue streak at how deep I was inside her.

And I knew then that I’d only get another couple of minutes out of myself before I was done for, so I rolled us to the bed and slipped from inside her to turn her over on her stomach. “Prop yourself up on your elbows.” I was breathing heavy, grinding my teeth at the feeling of no longer being inside her. She complied, and I watched her shoulders flex as she did, her face turning to eye me suspiciously over one. “Lift your ass and spread your legs, baby.”

She did as I asked, and I leaned over her back to guide myself into her, settling deep inside her again to take a much needed breath. Then I pulled back and gave it to her as slow as I could. Her hips were pushing back to meet me, greedy as she was to feel release again. I rested my face against her spine to wrap my arm around her waist and find her clit. I teased and circled, making her legs shake and buckle as we moved.

That time, she came first. She came hard.

Her fists pulled at the comforter, and her back arched, her neck curving back so I could angle her face to kiss me as she sobbed my name through her release. The feel of her fluttering and pulling around my cock sent me overboard, and I couldn’t control the way my body reacted. I thrust into her deep and hard a few times before losing my ability to breathe and spilling into the condom as I began to chant, “Yes, yes . . .”

We both crumpled to the bed in a pile, and I waited for a few minutes to pull out of her, not wanting the sensitive feeling of leaving her to remind me that it was over. But soon enough, the pizza had arrived, and I gave the pizza guy a knowing smile as I answered the door wrapped in a sheet. I knew he knew what was up. And I knew he could hear Dawn making her little satisfied whimpering sounds in the bedroom. Then she started yelling.

“Bring an ice pack! We need more lube. Do you keep that stocked in here somewhere? You know what? I don’t want to know. Just find more lube!”

The pizza guy kind of gave me a silent fist bump with his eyes, and I gave him a smug smile, tipping him more than usual because I was in a fucking good mood.

The rest of the day was spent eating pizza and talking here and there between crawling over her naked body and seeing how worked up I could get her before she was begging me for more. But I didn’t give in until later, knowing I was winding her tight with teasing until she couldn’t take any more. Then I pulled her into the shower with me and washed her all over, testing her sensitivity to our activities. And when I was satisfied that she was still up for it, I bent her forward in the shower to brace herself against the wall and I pushed my way back inside her, using the shower head to help her come with me inside her. Twice.

After that she was pretty much putty and exhausted in my arms. I had no problem with just holding her against my chest, sleeping with her naked and soft in my arms as she dreamed. As she called my name. As she pulled me to her in the night and sought out contact over and over again until I couldn’t resist her anymore and I rolled her on top of me for a slow, 3:00 a.m. round. She pushed against me as she told me in a sleepy voice she never knew it could be so good. That she had no idea. I kneaded her breasts and whispered that she was beautiful and she was making me feel just as good. The orgasms were slower to build. Not weaker, but warmer and smaller, rolling over us both before exhaustion took over.

Sunday had been bittersweet, and we’d both walked around, smiling through thoughts of things ending that day. She’d cooked eggs in my T-shirt and nothing else, spurring me to mess with her as she tried to flip eggs and pancakes with my hand between her thighs. She did well. I mean she had burnt two of the pancakes and three of the eggs. I didn’t care. She looked so blissed out as we ate that I felt so happy I’d been the one to put the smile on her face.

As the day drew to a close, I had that heaviness in my chest I had felt all those years ago at prom. It was undeniable that I was in love with her. And the prior two days had given me more insight into her life than I had ever thought I’d get. I had learned that she failed out of school because her math partner was a chatty bitch who talked during the entire class, and they both failed together. On her second attempt at the class, MotorMouth was back in there with her and they failed again. Goodbye, college.

I knew that she did want to write, it was her dream, and those women online had given her the confidence to try. She’d looked so torn as she explained that it hadn’t been easy to take the praise and support at first, but after a while, it had made her feel like less of a failure in her life. Especially at that time.

I’d held her as she showed the first signs of real emotion she’d ever had in front of me. She’d sniffled, and I’d wiped her face, giving her a small kiss and telling her that she wasn’t a failure.