Partner

~Anna~

“Fuck, you are amazing,” Alessandro grunted hard as he slid into me. Full length.

Bliss flooded me all at once.

God.

Not seeing him for two straight weekends almost drove me nuts.

And there I was, thinking I was the only one missing him… but with the way his hand was all over me, clinging onto me and thrusting so passionately like he would miss one note of pleasure if he so much as stalled for one second… I just knew he missed me so damn well.

“Ouch,” I whimpered softly as his deep thrust slammed a spot.

He paused. “Are you alright?” he asked, his hands flying over my shoulders to steady me. His eyes stared at me warmly.

“It's alright. I'm great, I'm great,” I whispered with a soft smile. Then I started moving my body to grind him.

He sat on the bed, legs outstretched, and I was over his thighs, back arched with his member buried deep inside me. His hands wrapped around me, fondling me, his face pressed against my back. As he inhaled deeply, he trailed hot kisses all over me.

“Yeah…yeah…”

“Uhhh…uhhh…yeah…fuvk…” I moaned, feeling the pleasure build inside me.

“Will you cum for me, yeah?” he begged huskily, thrusting faster, his hands gripping my hip and guiding me as I bounced over him. He pushed his body closer, pressing his face into me like his life depended on it.

“You know I missed you so much,” he breathed, and I fucking trembled.

Before I could reply, he flipped me down and laid me on the bed, slightly lifted my leg and thrusted in from behind.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me in an instant.

My fingers gripped the sheets, my body chasing the tremors, chasing the pleasure.

“Oh my god…don't stop…” I begged desperately.

I could feel waves of desire rushing through me, crashing me down in sweet delicious warmth.

“Damnit,” Alessandro groaned and slammed one hard deep thrust.

My breath caught.

A sweet shiver rolled through me, making me curl, making my body clamp. I was trembling so hard that all I could do was dig my fingers on the mattress.

God, Alessandro.

This man just knew how to ruin me always—in ways that pleased my body. He’d made me feel this good many times since we met, but today felt different. So damn different.

From the moment I stepped into our secret hotel room, he showed no hesitation. He'd grabbed me, his hands hot and desperate as he kissed me hungrily. His kisses were urgent, his hands everywhere—and when I gasped, my mouth parting, he'd slid in his tongue, reaching and exploring every corner of my mouth.

Suddenly, he stopped thrusting from behind. He spread my legs apart and buried his face between my thighs. I was wet—so damn wet—that the moment his mouth touched my clit, my body lost control.

My legs shook, my body squirming. I tried to moan, but only low, choking whimpers came out. I tried to escape, but he held me in place, swirling and flicking his tongue over my folds while his fingers dipped deep inside me.

It felt as though this had been his plan all along—to completely ruin me for denying him my body for the past two weekends.

Several minutes later, he lay beside me on the bed, already dozing off. Usually, and by the rules of our contract, I should have been on my way, leaving the hotel room.

But I couldn't. His arms were ‘mistakenly’ draped over me, making it nearly impossible for me to move without waking him.

As I lay there, staring at his chiseled, gorgeous face, I couldn't help but reminisce of how it all started… this partnership that probably had no name in the real world.

That day, I was so frustrated, tired and totally devastated after catching Adam, my boyfriend, cheating on me for the third time.

There and then, I made up my mind to end things with him for real this time. And no matter how much he begged, crawled, I swore to never take him back.

“Why! Why Adam! You promised not to do it again!” I screamed, pulling on my hair like it was my entire fault that Adam couldn't hold his damn manhood in place.

“Because you won't give me what I want!” Adam hit back with absolutely no atom of remorse.

“What do you want Adam that I haven't given you? I take care of your bills and even provide for your family when you haven't even put a any ring in my finger yet!”

“Sex! Sex!” He snapped, “you haven't given me sex!”

That's what the modafvcker opened his mouth to tell me.

“You want me to wait until we are married like we are in the 1960’s or what. I’m a man and blood runs through my fvking veins, Anna. My body needs some fvking actions!”

I was too dumbfounded to say a word.

With my eyes heavy with tears, I left his house—the same one I’d rented for him— and found myself in the Miller hotel bar minutes later.

I sat in a corner, trying hard not to cry, when he—Alessandro—walked over to my table and sat two seats away.

After a few seconds, he glanced towards me.

“Long day?” he asked.

I was shocked.

How had he noticed my mood? Because if there was something I was good at, it was blending in a crowd and looking happy even when I was breaking down inside.

So I forced a nod, not to be rude, especially since he managed to beat me to my own facade.

“Something like that,” I murmured.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed him studying me, and after a while, he said, “you've been staring at your drink for fifteen minutes. At this point, it's staring back.”

How long had he been watching me?

I let out a short dry laugh. “He's got nice jokes,” I thought.

“I’m not a good company tonight,” I said, hoping he'd just leave me alone.

But he surprised me again, responding with a grin.

“Lucky for me, I don't need good company. Just honest company,” he said, his voice strangely soothing.

“Relationship issues? I could offer a listening ear.”

I lifted my glass to my lip. “I don't do relationships anymore. Not after today.”

“Hmmm…” He nodded, falling silent, as though contemplating his next words.

“Then this is good,” he continued, “since I'm not here to offer you a relationship.”

I looked up, confused.

He leaned back confidently, the glow from the lights catching his grey eyes. “But if you ever want something simple,” he said, “something that won't ask you to feel or promise something in return. Something free. fun. Uncomplicated…”

I swallowed. “Like what, exactly…”

He leaned forward again, eyes still holding mine.

“Like being each other's fuck partner.”