It Feels Like

The third full week of May started with a warm spell. She had a small window air conditioner, but it wasn’t hot enough to install it just yet. Keri spent her Tuesday night with the window open to let in the breeze as the city cooled down. After several months here, the sounds of sirens and traffic had become commonplace and no longer bothered her.

She was putting the finishing touches on the jacket. It had boxy shoulders, but slimmed down around the waist. Just after eleven-thirty, she shuffled off the to tiny of a bathroom and washed her face, then brushed her teeth. As she was gathering her hair off the back of her neck and flapping the cotton nightie to cool herself off, she heard a knock at her door. No one knocked at her door. Her adrenaline quickly kicked in. She felt the thumping of her heart as she tip-toed up to the door and peered out the peephole.

Brad.

He was standing in front of her door in a suit. She undid the chain and unlocked the door before she pulled it open. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

Brad stepped across the threshold and put his hands on her waist. “I needed to see you.” He kicked the door shut behind himself.

Keri put her hands on top of his, trying to pull them off her body. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like I’m on the verge of getting fired.”

She felt bad for him, but she still said what she thought. “Maybe that’s for the best.”

“I love what I do.”

“I’m sorry, Brad.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” He pushed her back into the apartment. She almost fell over the coffee table.

“Of course you can.”

He let go of her and pulled his tie off, throwing it in the floor. His jacket was next to fall to the floor, crumpled and forgotten. She watched as he toed off his immaculate, black loafers.

“You look nice in that,” he said, looking up and really seeing her for the first time since he came through the door.

Keri shifted awkwardly. She wasn’t prepared for a visitor tonight. The nightie was short, barely covering her ass, and her breasts were only just contained by the lace along the top. “Uh, thanks.”

He approached her and wrapped his arms around her body. She gasped and Brad took advantage by kissing her. He was clumsy and eager, like he needed to do something other than think about his shitty night. She couldn’t push him away because he felt too good.

Brad’s hands were roaming up and down her sides, tracing the hourglass of her body--the way her hips tapered into her waist and then widened into her bust. When he ended the kiss, he said, “I’d rather think about you than anything else right now.”

Did this mean she was a distraction? She opened her mouth to say something, but his hot lips on her neck made the words freeze in her throat.

“Brad,” she whispered.

He kissed her again. “You smell so good.” He was pushing her back toward her small twin bed, and Keri could see exactly where things were going. Part of her brain told her it was a mistake, but the vast majority was rejoicing. If she was going to be a distraction, she was going to damn well enjoy herself.

“Slow down,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. “We’ve got all night.”

He stopped and took his hands off her body. Slowly, Keri unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest and stomach. He was all muscle. What the hell did he do for his job? He was in amazing shape. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it, letting it join the jacket.

His hands we're back on her, moving over her hips and behind her to hitch up the back of her nightie so he could traces the edges of the panties stretched over her ass. She reached back and removed his hands, using the leverage to pull him toward the little twin bed in the corner. It would be a tight fit, but she didn't mind, and he seemed to want her all over him anyway.

When her legs hit the edge of the bed, she crawled onto it and watched the way his shoulders bunched up as he followed her. Before he could roll her onto her back, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down, swinging a leg over his thighs. She ran her hands up his chest and then gently used her nails on him as she moved back down to his abdomen. Once there, she unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.

Brad's hands were on her ass, underneath the nightgown. She leaned down to kiss him before pushing herself up. Keri stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his pants down his legs. Once she discarded then in the floor, she looked down to see his body, all tanned and toned muscles. He was like a Greek statue come to life. His white boxer-briefs were tight and his erection was pressing against the thin fabric.

Watching her with dark eyes, he shifted his hips on the bed and reached down to adjust himself through the boxers. The intimate gesture sent a shot of heat right down her body to the apex of her thighs. "Come here," he whispered.

She crawled up the bed and straddled his narrow hips. The position allowed his erection to press into the crotch of her black panties.

Brad started at her thighs, rubbing his hands up her abdomen, stomach, and chest. Her nightgown lifted as his hands moved further up her body until he could see everything. Swiftly, he sat up and jerked the nightie over her head, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, rolling his tongue against hers until she was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, his mouth moved to her right nipple, enveloping it in wet heat.

"Oh god, Brad," she murmured, unable to move. His arms we're crossed behind her, holding her against him like a vice while his mouth moved to her left nipple so he could tease it with the edges of his teeth. She tried to grind her hips into his lap, but he was holding her too tight. Keri was sure her little black panties we're dripping wet.

Finally, his grip on her loosened enough that she could pull back and look at his upturned face. He looked lost. "What happened at work?" she asked softly.

"I don't want to talk about it. I just want you to make me forget."

She wanted to ask him if this was all she was to him--a distraction from a part of his life he wasn't happy with. Deep down Keri wondered if he'd drop her when things got better for him. But right at that moment, his hands were on her hips and his body felt so good against hers as they kissed.

She lifted her leg and knelt beside him to let him slip his boxers off. He shucked them in no time, lying back on the bed to watch her. His cock was thick and heavy and pointing up at his stomach. "You must work out all the time," she marveled, looking at the delicious V etched into his abdomen that pointed toward the base of his cock.

"It's part of my job," he admitted. She felt a sharp tug and then the sound of ripping fabric. She looked down to see he had destroyed one side of her underwear.

"Get on me." His voice almost had a begging quality to it. She threw her leg back over him and watched as he ripped the other hip of her panties, pulling them away from her body.

His fingers dipped into her, skimming across her clit, gathering her juices. She felt her whole body throbbing for him. Leaning forward, she slid open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. They had been there for months, but she hadn’t had a use for them since moving to New York. Now she was thankful she’d kept them. Lifting up, she took him in her hand and rolled the latex over his cock, and then guided him to her entrance.

"Keri, please," he whispered.

She dropped down onto him and tried to relax as he split her in two. "Oh my god," she moaned, one hand spread out on his chest for balance and the other holding onto the base of his cock until he was fully sheathed inside her.

His fingertips we're digging into her hips. Any other time it might have been painful, but in this moment it just made her feel powerful and consumed with lust. He rocked his hips up into her, his muscles visibly contracting.

"You feel so good," she admitted, leaning forward again and bracing her hands on either side of his head so she could rock back and forth on him.

He was doing his best to match her rhythm while he sucked on her neck. The pressure drove her crazy and she started moving faster. Brad was having none of that, though. He sat up and locked his arms behind her again, grinding into her slowly until she felt like she was close to losing her mind.

The position took away some of her power. He let go of her momentarily so he could grab her legs and wrap them around his waist. She used the muscles of her stomach to rock back and forth in his strong arms. His lips and tongue were all over her neck and chest. Every time she rolled up on him, her clit felt the friction as it rubbed against the base of his cock. Holding tight to his shoulders, she sped up her movements, whimpers of pleasure coming from her open mouth.

"Brad," she murmured softly.

His face was between her breasts, licking beads of sweat from the valley of her chest. She kept moving, each stroke bringing her closer. He lifted his head and kissed her with an open mouth, sucking on her tongue and jerking his hips up into her. The friction on her clit was too much. Keri gasped as she felt her cup fill up and overflow all over him.

"Keri." His voice was tight and low, almost a growl. He could probably feel her coming around his cock. Just as she was settling back down from her high, he pumped into for the last time. She felt Brad go stiff in her arms, holding her still on his cock as he came.

She soothed him by running her fingertips over his shoulders and back. He was still deep inside her.

"Thank you," he whispered in her ear.

She stroked his hair. "There's no need to thank me, secret agent Brad. I might have had a better time than you."

He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I don't think so. I needed that. From the moment you sat down at my table that day, I've needed that."

"Will you stay?" she asked, trying not to sound clingy.

He kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, he said, "Yes. I want to."

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He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she woke up. Pulling the sheet over her body to maintain some sort of modesty, she scooted up to sit beside him.

"Morning," she said softly. He was in his boxers with his forearms resting on his knees while he stared at the hardwood floor.

"Morning," he replied, leaning over and kissing her forehead and then her lips. His hair was a mess and his eyes were far away. Keri wished she knew if it was due to what happened between them last night or what happened with his job. "I'm sorry I busted in here last night," he finally said, brushing a piece of lint off her white sheet.

"I don't mind. I seem to remember enjoying it, actually."

He shot her a small smile. "Yeah, me too."

"So, what are you going to do about work?"

He cringed. "I have to go out of town today. I.. I don't know what's going to happen."

"Why won't you talk to me about what you do?"

Brad tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Just give me a few weeks, then we'll talk about it."

Irritation was creeping into her mind. They'd slept together. She deserved more than being put off for a few weeks. "Why?"

He sighed and stood up to pull his slacks on. "Just give me some time, Keri."

"I've given you time. Don't you think it's strange that you won't tell me about such a huge part of your life?"

"Keri... Just let me get through this week," he said, buttoning his shirt and picking his jacket and tie up off the floor.

She watched him, silent and unhappy.

He stepped over to the bed and tilted her chin up so she was forced to look at him. "Cut me some slack."

"I have been."

"One week. We'll talk. I'll explain everything." He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss on her lips. "I have to go. My flight to Boston is early this afternoon."

She watched him, his handsome face and brown eyes, his upper lip that was pulled back slightly from his teeth. She wanted to believe him, but she was also sick of the games. What if his career was something so horrible she couldn't get past it and it spelled out the end of their strange relationship?

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Whatever."

He kissed her again. "Thank you."

She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in the sheet they'd slept on and watched him walk out the door.

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