Sugar

Going Home?

I parted my eyes and realized he was still there. I smiled. I can't tell you how long I'd been asleep, I wasn't sure. Andy and I went straight back to the hotel after he fucked me at the club. You can take a guess of what happened once we got there.

I stretched a little to test how sore I was. I winced realizing it was worse than what I thought. At one point in time Andy had thrown me around like a rag doll. No one had ever dominated me so easily, atleast no one of his size. I really liked it. The man was so much stronger than what he looked. It's no wonder he's done damage to other girls.

That thought left a really sour thought in my head. How many other girls is he fucking? I'd been sleeping with him without a condom. I should get tested. You know since he is like a mega rock star he's probably sleeping with a lot of women.

My stirring must have woke him. His bright blue eyes now glare at me.

"It's too early." His voice thick with sleep as he pulls the blanket over his head.

"Agreed." I smiled. Good to know I am not the only person in this bed who isn't a morning person.

"Go back to bed." He throws his arm over me and pulls me back towards him. I struggled for a moment until I realized it wasn't going to do me any good.

"I should be going." I announce.

This whole thing was terribly awkward. I wasn't used to doing this whole sleeping around thing. I knew the more I stayed the more attached I would get. You're always the most vulnerable first thing in the morning. Mainly because you haven't had the time to put that guard up. I didn't want to get attached to Andy. I knew his type.

"And what if I am not ready for you to go?" His voice held one motive.

"Haven't you had enough of that?" I laughed.

"You're addictive. I'd handcuff you to the bed to stop you from leaving." I swallowed hard. Something tells me it was more like a threat than anything.

"Do you have handcuffs?" I ask.

"No, but I have other things I could use if you try to leave."

He rolled over on top of me. He used his knee to push apart my legs as he situated himself between my legs. His face hides in the crook of my neck. His warm breath spills out from between his lips and dances down my collar bone. His lips brush against my skin and I feel myself already gasping for air.

"We should stop." I whine as he kisses my neck softly.

"I don't want to." He says simply.

His mouth latches onto that soft sweet spot under my earlobe and he begins to suck. I moan and my hand tightens in his hair. I want to use it to pull him off me but of course I don't and I pull him closer into me instead. His hand slips down in-between my thighs and he gentle rubs my clit. I am sore and raw. I didn't have much left in me.

"You're always so wet." He purrs into my ear. "Do I make you horny?" He growls. His mouth latches onto my neck again and causes me to jump. His thumb rubs a slow and circular motion over and over again. He knows exactly how to touch a woman and make them want to crawl. I both loved and hated that about him.

"Say it." He growls in my ear again. "Tell me how much I turn you on!" He demands.

My voice feels tight like I hadn't drunk in days. The air has been kicked out of me as I feel myself hitting the peak of an orgasm already. I crawling higher and higher on bear knees on broken glass as the orgasm starts to fill my lungs.

"Say it." He stops touching me.

"You turn me on so fucking much Andy!" I cry out pleading for him to finish what he started.