Nine
1064 Words
Rye McMillan, Jr.
I stared at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come in. I thought that the gala had gone well, but I could not get Emily out of my mind. I had never met anyone like her. She was different. She was not like those other girls I've met before. She was real. She was genuine. And whenever she was around, I couldn't help but feel...helpless.
She made me feel frustrated and confused, and that was something I have never experienced before. I wanted to have her. I wanted to have her then and there, but I knew I couldn't. She was my father's employee. And that was what made me want her more.
What do I exactly want from her, anyway? I was asking myself that question for the umpteenth time. I had no idea what I wanted from her. But I knew I wanted more than just a kiss from her. I have had a taste of her. But still. I wanted more. I wanted her.
I sighed and turned over in bed. I looked at the clock on the floor beside me, but it was too dark to see anything. So I got up, turned on the light, and stared at the time. Five o'clock in the morning.
Perfect.
I got up, went to the bathroom, and took my time showering. I needed to relax. I took my time, lathering myself in my citrus-ingredient soap. I took my time rinsing myself, too. I could feel the effects of the alcohol I drank during the gala wearing out of my system. I was sober now. And I was horny.
I thought about Emily again. Her eyes and her face kept on popping up in my head. I pictured her shy smile and the way she looked at me. She was infuriating. She did not know how beautiful she was. She did not know how sexy she was. She did not know that I wanted to f**k her till her p***y would be sore.
I shook my head, trying to get those images out of my head. I got out of the shower, dried my hair and sprayed some deodorant. I knew I had to get out of the house right away. If I stayed here, I would have gone crazy. I can't think of anything else but her.
When I was done getting ready, I went to my wardrobe and looked for something to wear. I did not know where I would be going, so I just took a long-sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of socks. I put on some black sneakers and headed out the door. I brought my sports bag with my training clothes too.
I knew there was a 24-hour gym nearby, so I walked there. I went straight to the treadmill. I needed to be in a room full of strangers. I needed to be in a place where there are a lot of people, just to distract myself from thinking about her.
I launched my jog and began to run. I went on a slow pace so I would not get tired. I didn't know how I would feel after I've had my exercise. I was hoping that it would exhaust me and make me fall asleep afterward. What else have I to do? It was the first Saturday of the month, the only day I can get off work.
As I ran, I kept on thinking about Emily. I remembered that night, when she was drunk and tried to seduce me. She was not like anyone else. I haven't met women like her before. No, I haven't had women like her before. Not like Emily.
She was different. She was special.
But she didn't want me, she told me that much. Or was she just teasing me? I couldn't tell. I wanted to think that she found me as attractive as I found her, but I knew I was overreacting. I knew that maybe I just wanted to think of it as a possibility because I know I could never have her.
But you did have her once, Rye. And it was glorious.
The feel of her wetness sliding against my member. The warmth, no the heat of her. She was like fire. She was like the sun. She was an unending flame. The way she moaned when I entered her made me grow even more determined to bury my d**k deep inside her.
She wanted to be f****d hard, and I gave it to her. I gave it to her like she wanted it. I pounded her and I f****d her as hard as she wanted. I gave her the best s*x she would ever have, because she deserved it.
I remembered the way she bit my shoulder, the way she clawed my back, and how she kissed me when I came. I felt so good I could not even hold myself up. That was the best s*x of my life.
It was f*****g magical.
And I hadn't had s*x in so long, I needed it. Well, it hasn't been a month since Emily and I did the thing, but I felt like I was dying. I was desperate that I would give anything to have her back in my bed. But I was not going to do that. I knew it was just a one-night stand. She was drunk, and I am sure she would regret it. I am sure she would hate me for it. And that's fine. I would have hated me for it too.
But I had to do it. I had to do it for me.
I was so close to her, and I still felt like I was not close enough. I wanted to be inside her more. I wanted to have her more.
It was at that moment that my phone chose to ring. I stopped the treadmill, got off, and pulled my phone out.
I stared at the unknown number and sighed. As much as I did not want it to be, it was work. I answered the call.
"Yeah?" I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my arm. "Who's this?" I tried my best to play down the irritation in my voice.
"Rye, it's Marty. Your dad's in the hospital and he's asking for you."
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