Page 5 of Venus

The second we step into my apartment, clothes start flying. First it’s my shirt, then it’s her boots, then it’s my belt. I’m unwrapping her like a birthday present and God, she’s beautiful.

I skillfully flick off her bra and all she’s got left is her pretty lace thong.

She’s not like other girls I’ve been with, where she hides her body away from me with insecurity.

She’s bold and clearly proud of her curves, guiding my hands to touch her in all the right places.

Her breasts, her hips, her ass. As I grip and squeeze, my other hand slides down the front of her panties, searching for that sensitive spot between her legs.

The moment my calloused finger touches her clit, she rises up on her toes, trying to get my touch even deeper. She hisses and bites my lower lip when I easily slip a finger into her wet heat. She’s dripping for me, and without abandoning my task, I lead her through my apartment to my bed.

I pull my fingers free and shove them into my mouth, getting the first taste of this goddess that’s ended up in my bed. She tastes so fucking sweet, like fresh honey. My dick twitches when she takes the liberty of removing her underwear and spreading her legs for me.

When I kneel to taste her fully, she wastes no time in gripping my hair and pulling me closer. She rides my face like I’m a rodeo bull, and I trace my hands up her body to squeeze her perfect tits and play with her pretty pink nipples.

She moans as she bucks against my face, and I can’t help it when I take one hand to stroke myself because if I don’t I might whimper like a touch-starved virgin.

She yanks on my hair so rough that it pulls my face away from her center. She makes direct eye contact with me and demands: “Fuck me.”

Yes, ma’am.

I fumble for a condom in my nightstand, rip it open with my teeth, and slide it on my shaft. I line myself up with her opening and shove in. Both of us groan together, and I use the headboard as leverage as I slam into her.

Watching her breasts jiggle and hearing her moan my name has me already wanting to bust, but I’m going to give this girl the best performance of my life.

“Harder,” she says, but she’s not begging, she’s commanding.

Jesus, I’m already railing her as hard as I can, but I’ll never back down from a challenge. I adjust my position, planting my foot on the ground and pressing her legs towards her chest until she’s damn near folded in half like a pretzel .

“Oh, God, I’m close,” she moans.

She’s dripping onto my sheets and I don’t even care. All I can think about is unloading into this girl and then cooking her breakfast.

“Oh yeah? You want to come?”

“Fuck, yes, come on, please.”

My hamstrings are cramping, but I turn on turbo drive. Skin slapping skin fills my entire apartment and my headboard is slamming against the wall hard enough that it’s chipping the paint.

The moment I feel her squeeze my dick and her legs start shaking, I lose it. Three more pumps and I seat myself as deep inside her as I can manage, filling the condom with my release.

I groan and catch myself with my hands before collapsing on top of her. She giggles slightly and unfolds her legs. It’s the best sound I’ve heard all night.

When we both catch our breath, I flip to my side and then shift to my back next to her. I close my eyes and breathe in the sweet euphoria of a fresh lay.

My apartment begins to hum with the beginning of the upstairs neighbor's cha-cha slide. I turn to the blonde beauty with a dazed smile. Her spicy cherry perfume and the slight scent of her sweat cling to me and my sheets.

But she’s already out of the bed and getting dressed .

She moves as if I’m not there, gathering her clothes and pulling on her jean shorts with ease. She’s not exactly rushing, but it doesn’t look like she’s staying either.

She’s…detached. After the night we just had? Detached?

Damn, was it really that bad to her? Ouch.

Trying to ease the building awkward tension, I ask, “Where’s the fire?”

She smooths down her hair with her hands and smiles. “Nowhere! It’s just time to head home.”

“Already?” I ask, running my fingers through my own messy locks and trying to woo her with the flex of my bicep.

Women like muscular arms, right? They have a thing for biting them, if the internet is to be believed.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table.

“It’s not even midnight yet, Cinderella. ”

She shrugs. “Early morning.”

I frown and sit up, trying to read her pretty face. “Uh…alright. But…can I see you again? I mean, I thought we had a good time.” I say, trying to not let the sting apparent in my voice.

“We did!” she responds casually as if I didn’t just fuck her brains out. “But it was just that…a good time. This isn’t going to be a thing.”

I raise a brow. “A thing ?”

“It was great…really great.” She grabs her boots and shoves her mismatched-sock-covered feet into them. She looks at me again and raises her own brow this time. “Do n’t give me that sad hamster look. Haven’t you ever heard of a one-night stand?”

With my thin sheets still covering my manhood, I stand up. “That’s it then?” I ask, no longer trying to hide the sting of rejection.

“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression if I did. But I’m not looking for a ‘thing’ right now.”

“Ah,” I say, finally understanding.

“Casual is just better for me.” she says, as if how I feel means jack shit. But to be fair, we’re strangers, so I guess my feelings rightfully mean nothing to her right now. She looks at me again and must read my thoughts. “Carter, you’re great, but I’m not–”

“Looking for a thing. I got it.”

Something like guilt or regret flickers in her eyes, but it’s gone as soon as it appeared. She leaves my bedroom to head for the door.

In an attempt to stop her from just dismissing me outright, I hold the sheets around my waist and follow her to the front, but far enough away that I don’t come off too strong. “Can I at least take you out sometime? A drink with no pressure?”

She pulls her small purse over her shoulder and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Why?”

She gives me that same seductive smile she gave me last night on the dance floor.

Damn she’s beautiful .

“I don’t want to lead you on anymore than I already have.”

I shake my head. “You didn’t. You haven’t. I’m a big boy, you know. If it goes wrong after another night, then I’ll leave you alone. And not to make it weird, but I think there really could be something between us.”

She smiles again. “You’re not making it weird, but I promise, you don’t want this–” she motions down to her as if to point out flaws that aren’t there. “–forever. Trust me.”

My shoulders sag and I again try to ease the tension by making a self-deprecating joke. “My dick’s that small, huh?”

She giggles and motions to the wet spot still on my sheets. “Yeah, I clearly had a bad time.”

I nod in concession and give her my best charm. “Can I at least have your number? In case you want to have another bad time?”

She grabs the doorknob and opens it before turning over her shoulder. “No numbers.”

“How about your name, then? I’ve been eight inches deep in you, I think a name is warranted. You know mine.”

She tsks playfully. “Don’t flatter yourself. Maybe six and a half.” She looks up as if in thought. “Anyway…I think I like Venus better. Bye, Carter!”

She steps out into the breezeway and her laugh lingers in my ears. Soft…then it’s gone. And so is she .

I stand in my doorway, still naked with the sheet slipping lower and lower on my hips.

I’m a little bit turned on.

But mostly confused as hell.

The first thing I do when I close the door is tear my apartment apart…searching for my tape measure.