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rhythmic waves, her
entire body welling up against him, bursting with joy. She came against his
mouth, against his chest, against his hand, in long swells rippling through her
body.
    Alex had unzipped
himself—God! The release felt so good!—and was holding his cock, ready to
plunge inside her, when he pulled out of the kiss for a fraction of a second.
He needed air.
    Looking down, he froze.
    Caitlin looked pale,
shocked, lost. Wide blue eyes alarmed, soft mouth open, wet from his own.
    Jesus. She was panting
and shaking, completely out of her depth. This wasn’t some easy lay, happy to
have a quickie against a hotel doorframe. With the door still open . What
the fuck was he thinking?
    Alex stepped back for a
second and winced as he looked down at his inflamed cock, huge and red. He
withdrew his hand, sliding it out of her. Her skirt dropped back down over her
legs and Caitlin was restored to a semblance of dignity. He, on the other hand,
was standing there with his cock jutting from his unzipped pants, hard as a
rock, weeping drops of come. He looked like an ass.
    Alex hadn’t lost control
of himself like this since…since when? Not even in high school. Hell,
especially not in high school. He’d had so much sex in high school there was no
way it would have thrown him like this. He was so incredibly excited simply
because it had been a long, long time since he’d gotten laid. Now wasn’t
when he should be making up for lost time. The world was full of women to fuck,
now that his hormones had been kick-started.
    He took another step
back as he tried to stuff himself back into his pants, wincing with pain. It
fucking hurt.
    He bent to pick up a
ripped piece of material from the floor. Her panties. Oh Jesus. He’d fucking
ripped her panties off. Alex was smooth, he didn’t do ripped panties. What the
hell was wrong with him?
    “Here.” His voice came
out a croak. He cleared his throat. “Here,” he repeated. “I’m sorry I, um, tore
them.”
    She was standing there,
staring at him, soft mouth slightly open. He picked up her hand and placed the
torn panties in her palm. “Sorry,” he said again.
    “That’s okay.” Her voice
was breathless. She looked down at her hand, holding a now-useless piece of
material that used to be underwear, looking like a ten-year-old whose doll had
been smashed by a bully.
    Her hair was even more
disheveled than usual from his fingers. Strands which had escaped the ponytail
curled around her face, lying in gleaming coils along her slender shoulders.
    He had to get out of
there or he’d push her onto that rickety bed with the stained bedspread and
climb right on top of her. Slide right into that warm little cunt, soft and
welcoming. Start fucking, hard. Because he wanted that so badly he was shaking.
He stepped back.
    “Lock the door after me
and put a chair under the handle.” His voice came out harsh and guttural.
    She nodded. It wasn’t
enough.
    “Tell me what you’re
going to do.”
    “Lock,” she said
breathlessly. “Chair under the handle.”
    “Lock the windows too. I
don’t care how hot it gets.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    “You don’t open for
anyone but me. Ever. Is that clear?”
    “Yes.” Her breathing had
slowed a little. Caitlin was watching him steadily out of those clear, pale
blue eyes.
    “You should be okay
taking the bus in the mornings. I’ll be driving you home in the evenings.”
    “I— Okay.”
    “You don’t talk to
anyone here.” Nail it down. “Understood?”
    She nodded, eyes huge.
    Christ, he had to get
out of there. She was unspeakably beautiful with the flush of the orgasm
pinking her cheeks. Alex knew that if he didn’t go now, he wouldn’t be going at
all.
    “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    She nodded again.
    “Lock that door.” He
stepped out and waited as she closed the door, locked it, and didn’t leave
until he heard the scrape of the chair on the floor and the bump as it was
leaned against the door.
    Okay , he thought. I