“You’re turning me into a greedy man, Blaire.”

“Take it all. Take everything.” My back rose from the glass as I offered up every part of myself to be tortured and taken in the most rapturous way I’d ever been taken. The way Joel worshipped my body solidified the storm of emotions that had broiled within me only the previous night. It was like he was laying claim to my soul with every stroke of his cock within my depths—taking little pieces of me with him every time he pulled out, only to thrust back in and take a little bit more.

“Do you feel that?” he asked when he went especially deep, slowing down the tempo of his thrusts and positioning our bodies so my pelvis was pushed up, and he was hovering over me with every downward stroke. That feeling he was talking about? That was the feeling of his piercing dragging against the inside of my walls so slowly it felt like one of those vibrators that twirled in circles while thrusting in and out. As if I hadn’t already been privy to the delicious assault of his piercing rubbing against my clit and brushing through my folds every time he slid into me.

“Yessss,” I hissed.

I felt a surge of power in my legs, almost locking his body within the force of my trembling legs. The electricity crackled and tightened along my spine until I shot up with the force of an orgasm that overtook my body. I was victim to the feeling that slammed through me.

“Joel,” I clutched his back, pulling him closer into me while I lost control of my body, now at the mercy of his relentless pounding. Locking my teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, I muffled every gasp and moan, coalescing them into a sound that was unlike anything I’d ever heard escape my lips.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. It takes a pounding beautifully.” I could barely hear his words as I lost control of all cognitive abilities.

The muscle of his shoulder flexed beneath my teeth to the point that I felt like I was biting into rock. Just then, his arms wrapped around my back, cradling me close like a child who fell asleep on her parent’s shoulder. I was just as numb to the movement. He turned us so his butt was just barely pressed against the edge of the desk and I was sitting atop his legs with my arms and legs still clutching his backside.

I thought our previous position was as deep as gravity and Joel’s cock could sink within me, but in this position I slid down him like a stripper on a pole, sinking far and deep until our bodies looked fused. Where there was once “me” and “him,” now there was only “us.”

“Yes, Blaire. Fuck me just like that.”

“Like this?” I asked with a second wind of energy that I used to rock my hips and tilt my body so our pelvises smacked together every time I took him deeper. It seemed I fucked the words right out of him because for once he was at a loss for a response. He merely nodded his head in frantic movements. I could see the tension building in his face. The way his eyebrows tightened to create a frown line above the bridge of his nose. His jaw tensed and if our breathing weren’t so labored, I’m sure I would have been able to hear the grinding of his teeth. Making a man as cocky as Joel lose control was a high in and of itself. It was a power I’d never held and was eager to wield.

“You’re close to coming, aren’t you, Joel?” I whispered in his ear, morphing the air that escaped my mouth into calm breaths disguising how much work fucking Joel actually was—the best, most beautiful work I’d ever done.

“Yes. God yes,” he said as his eyes rolled back. “I’m going to fucking blow so hard in your cunt, you’ll be able to taste my come on your tongue.”

“Not yet though.” I squeezed down hard around his shaft and began lifting and dropping my hips in a rhythm that surprised even me. He held my hips, his fingers sinking into my skin making shallow pits around his digits.

“I can’t. Fuck, Blaire. I’m coming.” I expected him to sound panicked, at a loss for breath, completely lost of thought with the way he gripped me, pulling me down into his next thrust. Instead, he sounded like a man lost to something beyond his capabilities. His voice was resigned in defeat. He lost himself between my thighs, in my desperate hands, and in the crux of my neck where he sighed out his release.

We stayed pressed up against each other, the warmth of his body encompassing mine as I stayed molded around him.

“That was…Jesus, Blaire, you’re trying to kill me.”

“That good, eh?”

“Good is an understatement,” he said with widened eyes. The green of his eyes looked clearer, more opulent as his blown-out irises receded.

“I say we take this party to the shower. What do you say?” By the gleam in his eye I could tell we were going to be getting a whole lot dirtier before we got clean. A grin was plastered on my face the whole way to the bathroom.

***

I cooked dinner that night. Well, I pretty much reheated food on the gas stove seeing as how we had a doomsday fridge filled with meals that would last at least another 4 days before the ice in the freezer would melt completely. Setting the last bit of shredded chicken atop the rice, I let Joel know dinner was ready. He carried both of our plates to the table while I finished cleaning up. It was all very domestic, me cleaning while Joel set the table—something I would have never expected from the man who picked me up from a bar less than a week ago. For the first time, I wondered what Joel was really like outside of my four walls. While I’d been trying to keep my distance, my body was learning everything I needed to know about the man who seemed to be a modern-day MacGyver.

“So, mystery man, tell me more about you,” I said as I passed into the dining room. His eyes swiveled to me, and I couldn’t tell who was caught off guard more, me by the way my question seemed to surprise him, or him that I would even ask to find out more about the stranger in my home.

“I’m sorry, did I startle you?” I took a seat across from him and averted my eyes from what looked to be a flash of discomfort flitting across his face.

“No, I don’t scare that easily. There’s not much to know.” He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his fork as if his response would pacify me and that would be the end of that.

“Come on,” I said with a playfully pleading tone. “I told you things about me. It’s only fair that I know something about you.”

“Is this the date portion of our sentence here?” He tried to smile through his joke, but the corners of his lips were pulled uncomfortably taut like a corset.

“You’re evading.”

“Whoa. Badgering the witness.” Both of his hands lifted in the air in surrender.

“You’re not on the stand.”

“Could have fooled me. Don’t you like it better with a bit of mystery to it all? Are you so sure you really want to get to know me?”

It was a question I had asked myself when I woke up only days ago to a half-naked man standing in my living room with a PSA alerting us to the fact that our one-night stand would be lasting a little longer than planned. Him reminding me of my original worries brought it all back to the forefront of my mind. But then again, I couldn’t really go back to how things were, not after the previous night.

He stared into the plate before turning his eyes to me. A thousand words could be found in that look, but it was what I couldn’t see that left me unnerved. How could a man so jovial, who read me as though I were an open book, hide behind the words that fell so easily from his lips? Wasn’t it always the easy-going ones who seemed to have the darkest secrets? Or maybe they were just better at hiding behind their carefree nature? Is that what Joel was doing? What secrets was he keeping?

“All right,” he said with measured words, weighing every word before speaking.

“I’m 27; born in California, raised in Vegas; both of my parents have passed and I’m an only child. I run my own business.” He ran through the laundry list of things about him, but none of them really said anything about who he was. I just listened to him speak about himself like reading the list of ingredients from a can of soup. Silence hung like a thick fog rolling into the valley that had wormed its way between us, but Joel didn’t let it linger too long before he was once again flashing that dazzling smile and renewing the glimmer in his eyes that transmitted devious thoughts into my head.