Ex game chapter 11

“Oh?” I pulled him towards
me and felt his hardening cock against my leg. “Yeah, I can
do this.” He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy and
pushed it in slightly so that the tip was inside of me. “And I
can do this.” He slowly entered me and I moaned as I felt
him inside of me. “And then I can do this.” He withdrew
from me and I whimpered as he left my body. “Brandon.” I
groaned and he laughed. “I told you I can be a jerk.” I
squeezed my legs around him and tried to pull him into me
again and he laughed. “Not so fast, young lady.” “Make love
to me.” I groaned, as I reached up to kiss him. “I don’t have
a condom on me.” He shrugged and I groaned,
disappointed. “You should get on the pill.” “Huh?” I bit down
into his shoulder, distracted by his musk. “You should go to
the doctor and get on the pill.” “Oh, okay.” I murmured as I
ran my fingers down his abs. “Do you have health insurance
at your job? Do you need me to take you to my doctor?” “I
have health insurance.” I licked down his chest as he
fondled my breasts. “I’ll go in on Monday.” I would have to
look online to see what time the university health center
opened. I cringed as I thought about having to tell the nurse
why I was there. But I figured they should be happy I was
having safe sex. This wasn’t my high school any more. I
wasn’t going to get a lecture about abstinence. “I wish you
were on it now.” He whispered in my ear. “I want to take
your right here and feel your pussy walls close in on my
cock as I take you on a journey you've never even
imagined.” “So why don’t you?” I gasped, willing him to
enter me. “I don’t want to get you pregnant.” He chuckled
and stared at me seriously. “I’m not really a guy that’s done
relationships, and this is new to me. I don’t want to mess
anything up.” “You won’t.” I took his face in my hands and
kissed him softly. “You won’t mess anything up.” I
whispered against my lips and my heart fluttered as he
carried me back to the bedroom and to his bed. I had been
right as well, he hadn’t messed anything up. I had. ***
Fisherman’s Wharf is not full of fishermen. Or at least, it
wasn’t when I arrived. I walked around for a little bit, glad
that it wasn’t hot and humid. Hot and humid meant my
perfectly coiffed hair would be a frizzy mess in minutes.
Once it hit 8 a.m., I walked into the building that Marathon
Corps’ company-wide orientation was going to be in and
looked around for a welcome table. I saw it right away, and
I gasped as I walked towards it. The table was decorated
with white orchids and I couldn’t not think of the night I
realized that I loved him. Every time I saw orchids, I thought
of Brandon. Even Meg knew never to bring them into the
apartment we shared. Every time I saw them, I cried. Even
now, I felt teary eyed. I took a deep breath and continued
towards the table. I couldn’t afford to get emotional now.
Not now, not when my makeup looked so perfect. It didn’t
matter that my heart was beating in my stomach and all my
senses were in high alert. It didn’t matter that there were
orchids there. It meant nothing, absolutely nothing. Brandon
and I saw each other every weekend for the first two
months of our dating. He had asked to come over to my
apartment several times, but seemed to accept the fact that
I was too embarrassed to have him in my apartment. We
saw each other some weeknights as well, but he seemed to
like the fact that I didn’t ask to see him every day. I gave
him his space. I didn’t call or text him every few hours, and I
didn’t check up on him. He didn’t know that I didn’t have
time to check on him. I was in classes or the library most
days, and phones were banned from both. I had to study in
the daytime because I knew I wouldn’t have any time in the
weekends and rarely in the evenings. He just thought I was
comfortable and secure in the relationship. I was too naïve
to even think that there was anything to worry about. To
me, he was just Brandon, a handsome man I was dating,
but to the rest of New York, he was one of the most eligible
bachelors in the city. “Can you come over tonight?” I
glanced at the text as I walked to my next class. It was a
Wednesday, and I had an English test the next day. “I think
so.” I text back quickly and happily. “Can you take the day
off of work tomorrow?” “Don’t think so, you know Maggie.” I
text back quickly. Maggie was my fictional boss. Meg and I
had spent an entire night creating a fake company and job
for me. Maggie was my bitch of a boss who hated me and
made me work late a lot. “I wish you would quit that job and
come and work for me. ;) ;)” I laughed at his text. “You know
we wouldn’t get much work done.” “I want you right now,”
he texted back. “I want to bend you over my desk and take
you right now.” “Maybe one day.” “Shit, I’m going to have
to lock my door.” “Uh oh, why?” “I’m going to have to take
care of business and I don’t want my secretary to walk in.”