New York Nights
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I held onto his legs to steady myself, slightly lifting my body up and down. I tried to finally establish a tempo, to finally take control.
“Andre..” I couldn’t handle his cock anymore. “I’m...I’m about to cum...”
“No.” He gripped my hips harder than ever. “Not yet.”
He suddenly stood up, with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over. “Grab that table and don’t let go.”
My fingers clutched the edge of the coffee table and he pounded into me again and again, smacking my ass each time I cried out.
“I told you I was going to own your pussy,” he whispered harshly. “Don’t cum until I tell you to fucking cum...” His cock was throbbing inside of me, and my muscles were clenching with his every stroke.
“Fuck....Fuckkkk!” My legs were starting to give out as an intense pressure built inside of me, as he fucked me relentlessly. “Andreww..”
“Don’t let go.” He warned, but I couldn’t help it.
My orgasm took ahold of me in a rush and I collapsed, falling forward. Before I could land face first onto the coffee table, he pulled me back and continued pounding into me until he reached his own release.
I shut my eyes and leaned back against him, panting heavily as we both tried to catch our breath. Several minutes later, Andrew gently lifted my hips and pulled out of me.
He stood up, and I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and threw the condom away. He picked my fallen towel up from the floor and walked back over to me.
I made no move to get up, but I re-wrapped the towel around myself.
“Is there anything you didn’t lie to me about?” His voice was a whisper.
“Yes...”
“And what would that be?”
“I did miss you...”
He raised his eyebrow, keeping the rest of his face stoic. Expressionless. He started to buckle his pants, not taking his eyes off mine.
I was hoping that he would say something, anything, but he didn’t.
He smoothed his shirt with his hands and walked to the door. All of a sudden, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Then he walked over to me and lightly kissed my lips—brushing his thumb against my cheek.
I wanted to speak, to ask what he was thinking, but he pulled away and left.
This time he was gone.
 
 
Recess (n.):

Temporary withdrawal or cessation from the usual work or activity.  
Andrew
I’d broken a lot of rules in my life, but sleeping with an intern was probably one of the worst ones. There was no precedent for this, and that terrified me.
The second I left Aubrey’s apartment, I did what I normally did after fucking someone I met online: I went home, showered, poured a glass of my favorite scotch, and pulled out my laptop—preparing to search for the next.
Except this time, I didn’t want to search for a next. I wanted to fuck Aubrey, again and again. I wanted to hear her scream a little louder, feel her body wrapped against mine, and see her face as I buried myself deep inside of her.
Damn...
I couldn’t believe this. I could count on one hand the number of women I’d thought about after I left a hotel, and it wasn’t because any of them were memorable in a good way. And the ones that were good, were just “good”—never amazing, like Aubrey.
A part of me felt bad for leaving her right after we finished, for not saying a word, but I had to leave.
I didn’t do pillow talk conversations after sex. Ever.
Even though I was more than tempted to drive back over there right now and claim her again, I had to make myself accept a very harsh fact: I was never going to sleep with her again. It was against my rules.
 
“Where is my coffee, Jessica?” I called her desk. “Why hasn’t Miss Everhart brought it to me yet? Is she late today?”
“No, sir.” She sounded confused. “It’s only seven thirty...”
I looked at the clock on my wall and sighed before ending the call. I was on edge for some reason, and I didn’t like it.
I’d failed to get any sleep the night before and I’d purposely ignored Aubrey’s midnight text. It’d read, “Can’t sleep...Can we talk about what just happened between us?”
The answer was no.
Our conversations were long over. There was nothing more we had to discuss.
We talked. We fucked. That was the end of us.
I pulled up the Dating-Match website, determined to get her out of my mind. All I needed to do was find someone else, and she would become a drop in the sea of other endless women—a fleeting memory that I would halfway remember whenever I saw her gorgeous face.
There were hundreds of new women on the site now, but very few of them caught my eye. The ones that did seemed too good to be true, so I didn’t bother clicking on their full profiles.
Just as I was reading about a math professor, a cup of coffee was set on my desk.
“Good morning,” Aubrey whispered.
I didn’t answer. I continued to scroll through online profiles; she’d get the point eventually.
She sighed. “Andrew—”
“It’s Mr. Hamilton.” I looked up, immediately wishing that I hadn’t. She looked even more stunning today than she did yesterday. She was wearing the same grey dress she’d worn to her interview, and it was tighter today than it was on that day. Her hair was falling in soft curls that fell past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were bright, hopeful.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.
“Is it about your work?”
“No...”
“Is it about my work?”
“No...”
“Then no. Get out.”
“It’s about yesterday.” She stood still, making my cock stiffen as she bit her lip.
“Yesterday was a mistake, a regrettable moment in both of our careers, and I assure you that it won’t be happening again.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
“Miss Everhart,” I said, standing up from my desk and walking over to her, “you and I work together professionally. If I had known the truth behind all of your ridiculous lies earlier, I would’ve immediately stopped talking to you. And then I would’ve reported you for stealing someone else’s information and using it as your own. The fact that you are a liar remains, and unfortunately—given those circumstances and the fact that I’ve already fucked you, there’s nothing more that needs to be said between us.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I pressed my finger against her lips.
“Nothing more,” I whispered, bringing my face close to hers. “Understood?”
“You are...” Her bottom lip quivered as she jerked away from me. “You are such an asshole! I can’t believe that I slept with you!”
“Believe it. I’m sure it’ll be a very good memory for you since you hardly ever have sex.”
She shook her head. “Were you pretending on the phone, too? You’re nothing like the man I talked to at night, nothing like—”
“Please spare me the emotional appeal bullshit, Miss Everhart. I’ll have my next cup of coffee at noon. Thanks.”
“You’ll be waiting.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll get it when I feel like it.”