Page 20 of Swept Away

It all becomes a blur as I lose any sense of space and time or what I’m actually doing.

I have this sexy stranger behind me, fucking the hell out of me and keeping on a high edge like I’ve never been before while I moan and groan and want every bit he gives me.

Take that creepy abstinence and lousy sex.

Who knew I could get a man who fucks like that?

Who knew he would make me drink water, so the tension inside me would increase tenfold and my orgasm would feel like an atomic blast?

Surely I inch closer to the peak and as my pleasure spikes, he groans behind me, his breaths coming out fast, his both hands on my waist, while mine are plopped on the kitchen island in front of me.

Primal sounds ring in the kitchen before I fall into a deep trance and have the best orgasm I have ever had.

5

GEMMA

The Following Day

Gizmo is gone.

Again.

The second Mason ‘The Stranger’–I still can’t call him Mason, because I can’t tell whether he’s been truthful with me or not–left my place, the little orange tabby cat abandoned his chair, stepped on the windowsill, and ran into the night.

I dashed to the window, wrapped in a towel, and watched him jump into the tree, climb down, and dart up the street as if he knew where he was going.

At the same time, the man who fucked me had a car pick him up.It was an unmarked vehicle, so it was hard to tell if it was a cab or a friend.

He didn’t look up.

I wish he did.

But I know men.

All that heat they pour into your veins vanishes after they get their fix.

He was no different, although in some respects he was.

He didn’t completely shut down after he finished, and there was no after care–we didn’t even kiss–yet he was calm and in control the way he was before he fucked me.

But there was something about him.

He looked at me with lust, still hungry, still wanting me. And what could I say?

I felt the same.

But we tried to make something that could’ve easily become awkward less awkward, so I showed him to the bathroom where he disposed of the condom.

He didn’t use the shower, which I was grateful for, frankly. I didn’t want to scrub the bathroom before using the shower myself.

So much for our long-lasting attraction.

But the sex was good.

Amazing, to be honest.

So I watched him leave and pushed back any emotion I might have had for fear of looking silly.