Chapter two: Ahlia

“Oh, God!” I gasped, holding on to the strong shoulders of the man currently on top of me.

  I could only whimper in confused pleasure as he pistoned in and out of my body. The stretch was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. The slow roll of his hips set the perfect rhythm, hitting all the right spots.

How did I manage without this for so long? 

How was I content with a relationship with Dylan for three years when he never gave me pleasure that came close to this? 

But I didn't allow thoughts of Dylan to linger.

I couldn't, even if I tried. 

I was too blissed out of my mind to think.

 "You good?" he murmured, still thrusting without losing his rhythm, his large grip tilting my waist at an angle to get the perfect thrust that hits that one spot.

 "Yes..." I moaned, "So good." 

After a few more strokes, he hit a particular spot that made me spasm around him as I came on a silent scream. The orgasm was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds. I only regained consciousness from the feeling of Dominic lightly kissing my temple.

 "Don't fall asleep on me, gorgeous," He chuckled, obviously finding amusement in the fact that he was able to render a woman unconscious with one orgasm 

 "We're not done", He added silkily before flipping us over, so quickly I didn't even register it until I found myself straddling him as he sat up with me without breaking a sweat, his back against the headboard. 

 This display of strength seemed to knock out any feeling of exhaustion for my body, and to my surprise, I greedily sought out his lips with mine, biting his lips and sucking at his tongue as I looped my arms around his neck. He matched my passion, his right hand coming up to take a fistful of my curly hair, as his left hand gripped himself. He notched himself at my entrance, and I lifted my hips to give him access. In no time, I was gliding down that thickness until my lips touched his base, my arousal offering an easy glide. 

  I snapped my hips, and in no time, I was riding him, rolling and moving my hips to give myself maximum pleasure. I took control and set the pace, and for a few minutes he let me.

 "Good girl", Dominic purred, before gripping my waist, suddenly controlling the pace.

“No Dom-” I started, but he snapped his hips up at an angle that made me gasp, cutting off my protests before I could voice them

I let him take control, and could only grip him tighter as I came apart for the second time that night.

  ****

After we finished, I wasted no time running into the bathroom to wash up. I came out and quickly slipped into my clothes while Dominic watched me quietly from the bed.

I put on my heels and turned to him.

“This was a one-time thing," I said firmly, slinging my purse over my shoulder. “So let's just pretend it never happened."

It's pretty difficult, considering we move in the same circles.

"Understood?" I asked.

“Of course," he smiled, draping his arm over a pillow. “I never go against a lady’s wishes."

Bullshit.

“Check-out is at 8 am," was my only reply as I opened the door and walked out of the room.

For the first time in years, I did the walk of shame, but I have to say, I feel no shame about my actions, so I think "the walk of contentment and satisfaction" fits better.

My heels clicked softly on the pavement as I walked down the hall to my apartment. My phone rang, Dylan's name flashing on the screen.

I suddenly remembered yesterday. His office door was slightly open. The soft moans of a woman and the deep grunts of a man I recognised as Dylan drifted out, and through the slight crack in the door, I could see him.

She was bent over his desk, and he was behind her, thrusting with abandon.

I tapped ignore, vaguely wondering why I hadn't blocked him.

 I walked into my apartment and called Andreina the moment I kicked off my heels.

"I know you're going to be mad, but I did something very impulsive last night," I blurted out the moment she answered.

"Well, good morning to you too," she grumbled, though I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?" I pouted.

"Okay, okay!" she laughed. "What is it?"

  "I had sex with Dominic Prescott last night, and I know I shouldn't have because it was reckless, and I only did it to get back at Dylan. Part of me also feels guilty because it was the best sex of my life..."

"You slept with Dominic?" She gasped, cutting my rambling off.

"Yeah?" I replied hesitantly.

"Oh, my God!" She practically yelled. "How was it?!! You have to tell me everything."

"Did you not hear the other things I said?"

"Oh, I did," she chuckled. "And I know what you expect, but I am not going to lecture you over this."

"If this is how you cope, so be it. Besides, it's good that you've finally gotten with Dominic."

"What do you mean by 'finally'?" I asked suspiciously, already knowing I was going to hate her answer.

"You met this man once months ago, and you've found every opportunity to bring him up ever since," she chuckled.

"I have not!" I argued.

"Yes, you have," she stated firmly. "Granted, it was mostly about how you thought something was off about him, but it was obvious you were attracted to him."

I haven't always been attracted to Dominic Prescott. I only talk about him because he was annoying and arrogant. Last night was a mistake, and it will never happen again. 

But I didn't argue. Arguing would only make Andreina go full lawyer on me, trying to prove I was wrong. 

“So...” she started, “When are you guys meeting up again?” 

“Again?” I laughed. “This was a one-time thing. We are not meeting up.” 

“And he agreed?” 

“Yeah, he did. Why?” 

“Oh, no reason,” she replied quickly, making me suspicious. 

But I didn't call her out. I was tired of talking about Dominic.

I hated how he made me sound defensive, which wasn't like me.

After we hung up, I stood in the kitchen making breakfast, trying not to think about how agreeable he was to my request that we never see each other again.

My pride was wounded. I hated this. 

My phone buzzed on the counter, pulling me from unwanted thoughts of Dominic.

But it was a message from an unknown number. 

Last night was perfect - D 

Dominic? How did he get my number? 

And most importantly, why did I feel a frisson of excitement run through me when I read the message?