Impulse, Part Eight
With a few condoms in hand, I rejoined Rex upstairs. We were back at it in a few moments, Rex slipping two fingers inside me while he bit on my ear. He leaned up and pulled out his cock, pumping his hand over it before asking, “now, can you suck this?” I thought I could hear a tiny bit of the kind of condescension I like.
The sex was simple, urgent. He shoved my legs up to my chest and we stayed like that after we finished. Still inside me, he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Well, hi.” I said.
“Hey there.” He chuckled.
We stayed like that and talked. It was almost comical, doing that sort of small talk after we’d already fucked, playing out the whole flirtation thing backwards. He played with my hair while I talked about myself. We discovered we both came from the same place before we’d moved here, that we both worked in the same field. We had mutual friends in our old city. It was bizarre.
And, yeah, when we were back up on our feet, he asked for my number. Thankfully, I got smart and gave him my phone, telling him to put his name in it. Which is, you know, how I discovered his name was Rhett and not Rex. I stood between his legs while he sat and he added me to his phone as well, one hand typing the number and the other resting on my butt.
“Wait a minute,” Rex said as I was pulling my skirt by on. “Can I take a picture of you?”
I turned to him. “Really? Why?”
He shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always done after significant or interesting things.”
“What, this is significant and interesting?” I teased.
“Well, yeah.” Rex replied. It was his first play party in this new city.
I looked away and straightened my posture. “Keep my face out of it.”