"Are you even here?"
I looked at my boyfriend, who had stopped. My face reddened. We were having sex, but as he suspected, my mind was somewhere else.
"Just keep going," I said faintly, trying to smile. It was all so fake.
My boyfriend, Jake, sighed and pulled out of me. He sat on the edge of the bed and left me laying there, feeling cold and vulnerable.
"Jake..." I said, sitting up.
"Just stop. I don't know what's going on, Layla, but if you found someone else..."
"No!" I said desperately. I wasn't lying. I couldn't have the man across the street, so I wasn't cheating.
But what if he showed interest... I shivered at the thought. I knew I'd fall for him in a heartbeat.
"Look, Jake." I sighed.
"I obviously like you. Let's not ruin this..."
I leaned onto his back, my chest pressing against his shoulder blades. I ran one hand through his hair and trailed the other down his arm. I could feel him tense at the heat. He really wanted me. He turned his head, his nose brushing my nipple. I grinned. He was mine again.
He stood and faced me. I was balanced on my knees on the bed, and he was about eye-level with me. I grinned as he pushed up against me, his hard dick pressing against my skin. Our mouths locked and he pushed me down on my back, then pulled me close so he could push into me while still standing. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and moaned as he squeezed my butt.
As he slid into me, I moaned loudly. He smiled and leaned forward, grabbing my hips. We moved into a rhythm until he came, and that was it. That was all that happened.
Then he left.
And I was alone again.
