Pinching the tip, I roll the condom down his length, squeezing him at the base when I have it firmly in place. I look back up at Garrett briefly, and his eyes are dark and hooded…filled with lustful eagerness.

It takes me only a moment to raise my body, take him in hand, and start to lower myself on to his cock. His oral ministrations and mind-blowing orgasm have left me well prepared, and I take him in with only a slight sting.

Lower…lower…and still lower yet, I sink onto him slowly until I’m sitting flat against his pelvis. A gurgled sound comes out of his throat and his fingertips dig into my thighs.

His gaze is pinned down to where we are joined, and I find I need his attention.

“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” I tell him as I start to rise.

His gaze reaches up to mine, and there’s no smile there now. Only a wild and carnal need for me to finish him off.

I sink down onto him and he gasps, his eyes rolling back briefly before they return to me. “Mission accomplished,” he says tightly. “It already feels fucking amazing.”

Yeah…I think I need a little more than that. I want to drive him crazy with feelings, so I pick up my pace, raising up and sinking back down with a little more force. I move over him, rolling my hips on the downswing, going faster and faster.

“Yes,” Garrett whispers, his big hands framing my hips to help grind me down against him.

Soon his hips are in on the action, lurching up from the bed to meet me thrust for thrust. Sounds such as I’ve never heard come from a man before pour out of his lips. He groans and growls and curses.

Faster, and faster, and faster we go. I ride him hard as the muscles around his neck and chest tighten. I feel a second orgasm starting to roil in my lower belly, and in a mindless fit to chase that pleasure, I grab one of his hands and thrust it between my own legs. Garrett doesn’t need any more encouragement than that, and he starts to slide his fingers against me.

“Give it to me,” he demands, his finger working me faster.

I bounce up and down on his cock, and a bead of sweat rolls down my temple. My breathing is labored and my thighs are aching, but I don’t stop. I never want to stop.

In a massive rush, my orgasm hits me hard and my body starts to spasm. “Oh, shit,” I mumble, then Garrett is thrusting up into me hard, both hands back at my hips to slam me down forcefully one more time.

He throws his head back, his chin raising to the ceiling, and he lets out a roar of release as tremors quake through my own body. Garrett’s hand shoots out and grabs me by the back of the head. He pulls me down hard against his body and smashes his mouth against mine. Our teeth knock together, then his tongue is plunging into my mouth in a brutal kiss as we both let the fading rumble of our climaxes melt away.

He pulls back slightly on my hair, raising my lips from his. “Fuck,” he pants with his mouth just inches from mine. “Fuck, that was good.”

I giggle and then collapse onto his chest, feeling the sweat from both of our bodies mingling. “Amazing.”

“God, I think you killed me,” he mutters, and even though I can’t see his face, I can feel the grin.

“What a way to die,” I say, and even as the words are out of my mouth, my reality comes crashing back into me. Even as my body still quakes and my heart still races, I remember that this moment with Garrett is fleeting and nothing but a temporary respite.

Chapter 7

Garrett

Holding on to the support bar with one hand, I reach the other out and crank up the speed on the treadmill. I’m at just over three miles and I need to bang out another two before I can say that my workout is officially over. Alex runs beside me¸ and I watch him increase the speed on his machine to keep pace with me. Just to outdo him, I hit the up button two more times, and my legs are pumping hard as I race him in place. Practically sprinting but going nowhere.

Normally, we both like to run outside, but damn North Carolina and its infernal heat and humidity that reaches blistering around mid-morning. This time of the year, it’s safer for us to run indoors, and especially after the brutal practice we had this morning, I’m thankful for the ability to run inside an air-conditioned building.

The pounding of my feet on the wide, rotating belt is drowned out by Weezer’s “Hash Pipe” blasting in my earbuds. Sweat pours down my face and chest, and I take a careful moment to grab the gray T-shirt I had taken off and laid on one of the support bars before starting my run, and give my face a mop-up.

And for what seems to be the millionth time today…something occurs that has never happened before in my life. I think about the woman I fucked last night.

No, correction…what Olivia and I did last night was something different from just impersonal fucking. I knew that it was going to be different when we kissed in the stairwell of the parking garage. I didn’t know it was going to necessarily happen last night, but I knew when and if it happened, it was going to be different. It’s why I had resolved last night, when I dropped her off at her apartment, that we wouldn’t have sex and that I would indeed ask her out again…and again…and again, if that’s what it took to get between her thighs.

Turns out…it did, in fact, happen last night, and I’m not regretting that at all. How could I when I had some stellar sex with a beautiful, intelligent, and funny woman who seriously pushes every one of my sexual buttons?

And pushes them hard.

I suspect there was something driving Olivia last night, because in the span of about ten hours she went from proclaiming that there would be no sex on our date to telling me that she “needed it.” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that something happened in that time period to change her mind, and I’m insanely curious to find out what it is, but whatever the reason…I’m not going to argue about it.