by Callie Vegas
“What was that for?”
“I can’t remember,” she slurs. “But I just know that I wanted to do that earlier. Now are you going to help me to bed or do I need to call those guys back to help me?”
Laughing, I link arms with her and help her out of the bar. It’s takes too much time and finally I sweep her across my body with her dress draped over my arm and carry her to the elevator. As the door opens I’m facing a floor to ceiling mirror. With me in my suit, and her in her wedding dress, we look like the perfect newlyweds.
The doors to the lift close and I lean back against the mirror. “Why did you come back?” she slurs some more.
“I wasn’t going to leave you without talking to you. You need to know I’m still here.”
“I’m mad with you,” she says, leaning her head against my chest.
It’s amazing how that small gesture feels so right.
“I know. But, honestly, Joss, I really didn’t know who you were when we met.”
“La, la, la,” she says putting her fingers in her ears. I chuckle, she’s funny when she’s drunk.
The lift stops, and I push away from the mirror and march down the hallway. “My room is … fuck I don’t have a room,” she says.
“I have a room and you’re staying with me.”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” she says as she pokes me in the chest. Her eyes are heavy and beginning to droop.
“I know. I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.” I lean into her. “I want you to remember the next time you sleep in my bed.” I growl and it causes a vibration to tremble through her body.
She just groans. Once inside the room, I close the door with my foot. I can’t help but remember the last time I took her to my room, my cock gets hard thinking about that night. It always gets hard thinking about her and that night.
I place her down on the bed and she curls up into the foetal position. I smile, she looks so sweet and vulnerable. I’ve got to get her out of this dress. She won’t be comfortable otherwise.
I sit on the bed next to her and watch her for a moment; her eyes are closed, her breathing getting slow and heavy. One by one I undo her buttons, they’re small and tight, but I manage to do it. But with each button that’s opened, I see more of her smooth flesh.
Finally, I get all the buttons undone and I open the dress and slowly pull the dress down. Do I feel bad for undressing her when she’s asleep? Yes, I do. Am I going to stop undressing her? Hell, no! I might never see her naked again.
She’s wearing the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen. She has a strapless bra on that’s tied at the back by criss crossing white ribbon. Around the front is pure lace and the tiniest scrap of material. I can’t help but look and I’m tempted to take them off, just to see if she’s wet for me. But I don’t.
I find one of my t-shirts and a pair of my gym shorts and pull them on her. She moans when I shift her and lift her ass to pull the shorts up. I move her up the bed, tucking her under the covers. I want to strip my clothes off and slide into the bed with her, but I don’t think she’d appreciate it. So grab a blanket and pillow and make myself comfortable on the chair in the corner.
At some stage during the night I wake to her sobs. I’ts automatic to walk to the bed and pull her into my arms. It’s the most natural thing in the world. “Are you really here?” she asks, quietly.
“I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
“Hold me, please?” She doesn’t need to ask me again. I pull back the covers and climb in, pulling her tight to my body. It feels so good to have her in my arms again.
It doesn’t take long for her to fall back asleep.
I don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow, but right now, in bed with her, is the only place I want to be.
6
Joss
What’s that noise? Who is banging? Oh god why do I feel so sick?
I roll over in the bed expecting to see Jeremy but when I open my eyes it’s Paul, or Saul, whatever his name is.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I shriek, waking him from a deep sleep.
He rubs his face looking around the room. “Calm down, Joss, this is my hotel room.”
I look around, “Your room? What the fuck am I doing in your room? I hate you.” I struggle to get out of the bed. When I look down I find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts instead of the wedding dress I’m expecting. “What did you do to me last night?”
“I didn’t do anything. Jeez, Joss, who do you think I am?”
“I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you’re capable of.” I stand and pace around the room. My head pounds and aches.
He walks to the tray on the room desk which has glasses and a pitcher of water. He pours some water and then grabs a packet of pills from the inside pocket of his suit jacket hanging over the back of a chair. “Drink this and take these, you’ll feel better in half an hour or so.” He says as he turns and goes into the bathroom.
My hands are shaking as I pop the pills into my mouth and take a big drink of water. I’m so thirsty and my tongue feels all furry. My head is pounding and I feel a little bit sick. Sitting on the edge of the bed I see my reflection in the large mirror above the desk. Oh my god I look dreadful. My hair is matted on my head, my makeup is all over my face, I have lines of mascara running down my cheeks which must have been when I was crying. Just thinking about that brings all the memories flooding back. It’s impossible not cry. Not just a sob, but big ugly crying.
The next thing I know, Saul has his arms around, lifting me onto his lap. “Come on, Joss, everything will be okay. It was better to find out before the wedding than after.”
“Why did I have to find out at all? Why can’t I just get married and live happily ever after? That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Shaking my head I know it’s not right to think like this but just once in my life I wanted to feel loved and cherished.
“But surely you don’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love you right. Surely you want passion, love and to be adored like you deserve.”
“Yeah I want that. All of that. But does it exist? Cos right now I don’t think it does.”
I slide off his lap and sit on the bed with my head in my hands. Saul slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. “It does exist Joss, you just need to find it.”
“I wasted years of my life with Jeremy. I know he didn’t love me with the passion you’re talking about, but we got on so well.”
“Did you know he was gay?” He rubs my knees like my mom used to do when I was young. It’s funny how memories come flooding back from one touch. I get comfort from his touch, just like when mom would do it.
“No, obviously.” I shake my head as though it will erase the painful memory of yesterday.
“You know he’s never had sex with a woman before.”
“Really? I didn’t know that. I had my doubts but I wasn’t sure.”
“Didn’t you ever wonder why he didn’t want sex before he was married?”
I shudder. “I just thought he was being romantic. Jeremy is very old fashioned and I thought it was just part of his charm.”
“He used you, Joss. I approached him after our night together and he said he was going to have sex with you. I didn’t know he was talking about you, he always called you Jo. He told me he was going to grin and bear it and hope that you didn’t want to do it again. What kind of asshole does that?”
“So why did you let him go through with it?” I don’t understand if he knew Jeremy was getting married to someone he didn’t love then why was he not stopping him. I know it’s not his fault, but I don’t want him touching me right now. I push his hands off me and pace.
“I argued with him and told him that he had to come clean with you and tell you why he was getting married.” Saul’s face is getting red in his face and one of his veins is bulging in his temple.
“What do you mean?” I stop pacing. What is he trying to tell me? Don’t tell me there’s more to this
than just being gay.
“I’m sorry Joss, but he needed to get married for his trust fund from his grandfather to pay out. He said he loved you, but not in the way two people in love are supposed to feel.”
I fall back onto the end of the bed, rest my head in my hands and sob. My chest heaves with the sobs they are that big. I can’t believe I was going to marry a man who didn’t love me at all. How could I have been so blind to it all. Thank god, I found out before the wedding, well, during it.
Saul grabs me and pulls me up so I bump into his chest. He wraps me tight in his arms and lets me sob, rubbing his hand up and down my back, comforting me. I link my arms around him and hold tight.
I’m not sure how long we stand there, just hugging each other, but when I’ve calmed down a bit I pull away.
“Why don’t you use the bathroom, while I get changed and then we can chat. I told you last night I wasn’t leaving without talking to you and that’s still the case. We need to talk, Joss.”
“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” I ask him like a petulant child.
“I’m sure there’s something else we can do if you don’t want to talk. My body is capable of speaking for me where you’re concerned.” A huge smile grows and he raises his eyebrows. God he’s so damn sexy.
I blush, remembering his body and what it did to mine only a couple of weeks ago. I’ve thought about that night so many times. I’ve wanted to relive it over and over again. “I remember,” I say biting my bottom lip.
“Good. That will make it easier when we talk. Now go.” As he turns to walk away he slaps me on the ass.
“Ow!” I look over my shoulder at him as I walk to the bathroom. When I get inside I close the door and lean up against it. Even after everything all I can think about is the sexy man in that bedroom. I can imagine him taking his shirt off, and dropping his pants. I wonder if he’s going commando or whether he has sexy hipsters on?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
Once in the shower I lean my hands against the wall and let the hot water cascade over my head, trying to wash away all my tension. I know I’ve a lot of stuff to deal with, but I’m going to take this moment to forget about it all. With every droplet of hot water that runs down my body I feel a little bit stronger.
There’s a knock on the door. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay in there, Joss? You’ve been in the shower about half an hour.”
Fuck I didn’t realise it had been that long.
“Yeah I’m good. Just finishing up now.” I say, allowing the last few drops of water to flow over me before I turn the tap off.
A I step out of the shower I take a long look at myself in the mirror, cleaning the condensation away with some tissue and leaning against the counter. God I look rough. The shower has made me feel a little better but I’ve a long way to go yet. Turning to take a towel off the rack I realise there’s none there. Shit. I open the door a sliver to ask Saul for a towel and see him sitting on the bed. What draws my attention is his big, hard cock in his hand. He’s pumping it, moaning with each stroke. He hasn’t seen me. He has his eyes closed. God, he looks magnificent and powerful. I remember everything his cock made me feel when it was inside me. I reach down and run my fingers between my legs, the heat from my pussy warming my fingers as I rub my clit, over and over again. The wetter I get the easier it is to slide and rub.
I watch with fascination as Saul gets closer to reaching his peak. His hand appears to grip his cock even harder as he pumps it faster. As though spurred on by his actions, I rub my clit faster too.
“God, Joss,” he groans. I panic and jump back into the bathroom.
Fuck did he see me?
“Joss,” he says, quietly. His moans turns me on. I want my orgasm as much as he does.
Leaning back against the wall I thrust a finger inside my dripping wet pussy and thrust hard. In and out. My other hand moves in a circular motion on my clit.
“Urgh Joss,” his moan seeps into the bathroom spurring me on.
Reaching my own peak, I still and manage a ragged whisper, “Saul.”
Spent, I slump against the wall.
7
Saul
She doesn’t know I’ve seen her. She’s watching me, so I pump my cock harder and faster. I need her to know how much I want her. I spotted her as she came out of the bathroom with no towel and I quickly closed my eyes.
The vision of her naked is branded on the inside of my eyelids and I use that image to wank off. I open my eyes slightly and see her hand venturing down to her core. She starts rubbing her clit and it turns me on even more.
This woman is going to be the death of me. I cum over my stomach as I call out her name. I don’t care is she hears me. I want her to.
“Saul,” I hear her call from the bathroom.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t have a towel in here can you pass me one please?” The door is open only a fraction. She clearly doesn’t want to see me. It’s too late for that.
I chuckle to myself as I grab one for to clean off the giz all over my stomach. Then I reach for one for her one too and lean in the door.
“Are you okay? You look a bit flushed, was the water too hot?”
“Jeez, Saul, get out.” Her cheeks are glowing already from her orgasm but they turn a deeper shade of red.
“I need a shower too, so when you’ve done maybe I can come in there.” My towel is hanging loose from my hand down over my hard cock. I’ve got hard again just thinking of her in the shower.
“Sorry, I’ll be just a minute.” I can see she is trying not to check me out, but her eyes can’t help looking at the towel.
A few minutes later she comes out with the towel wrapped around her chest, it doesn’t go much past her ass and god if that doesn’t turn me on. I need to get a grip of myself, literally.
“What will I do about clothes?” She looks over at her wedding dress in the corner of the room. “I shouldn’t have stayed here last night.” She sits down on the bed.
I sit next to her and put the towel over my lap. “Look, Joss, I wasn’t leaving you on your own with those two guys who wanted to do god knows what with you in that state. No fucking way. I brought you here because I wanted to look after you and make sure you were okay. I care about you.”
“I’m sorry, I think I punched you last night, didn’t I?” I don’t want to look at his face.
“Yes, you sure did. I’m surprised I don’t have a black eye.” He nudges me with his shoulder.
“I’m glad it was you and not a random stranger.” She looks up at me and our eyes meet.
“Am I not a random stranger anymore?”
“No, not anymore. What am I going to do, Saul? I guess I have to see Jeremy today. We need to sort some things out.”
“I’ll come with you if you want.” She shakes her head.
“Ha, ha, I don’t think that would work out well. Not if he’s really in love with you and not me. He might make you change your mind.” She looks up at me, with a sweet smile on her face. I know she’s trying to wind me up.
I lean down closer to her face. “The only reason I want to be there is to punch him if he says anything bad to you. He’s a cunt, excuse my language. I want you, no one else and I’m prepared to wait until you want me too.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips. She leans in closer, pressing her mouth harder against mine. I want so much more, but don’t want to frighten her away.
Pulling away from her kiss is one of the hardest things I’ve done in a while, but I’m not a bastard, I’m not going to feed off her emotional state.
She moans when I pull away and looks up at me, questioning me.
“You need to speak to Jeremy and when you’re clear in your head as to what you want, then you can let me know. I’ll be here waiting.”
She stands and walks over to my clothes she slept in last night. “Can I wear these? I don’t think it’s appropriate to wear my wedding dress today as well.” She looks at me and then loo
ks at the floor. She takes a deep breath and I know she is trying to stop herself from crying again.
“Of course it’s okay. I like you wearing my clothes.”
“Thanks Saul. I can’t thank you enough.”
“You can thank me by taking Katie with you to see Jeremy. I know she won’t let him say anything he shouldn’t, she’ll protect you.” And it will make me feel better if someone else is with her.
“Good idea. I’ll ring her when you’re in the shower.”
I stand and walk into the bathroom. I hear her gasp and laugh because I don’t have the towel wrapped fully around my waist and she can see my ass in its finest glory.
Turning on the shower, I look in the mirror and go over everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. What an emotional rollercoaster.
By the time I come out Joss is already dressed and waiting for Katie to show up.
“I spoke to Jeremy and told him I’m going to stop over at the house to talk to him.”
“You’re not going to forgive him, are you?” I couldn’t bear it if she took him back.
She looks at me as if I am mad. “Are you kidding me? He doesn’t love me. I want to be with someone who loves me, fully, unconditionally and thinks about me when I’m not with him. That’s what I want.” She looks into my eyes searching for something. I hope she found it. I want to scream at her that I’m that man, but she has to come to that conclusion herself.
“Can I see you after you’ve met with him? I’m going back to Vegas this evening. I need to see you before I leave.” I know I sound desperate, but I don’t want this to be the last time I see her.
“I’ll ring you when I’ve sorted everything out. It might be later on and only for coffee.” She doesn’t smile. She must be scared about how things are going to go with Jeremy.
“I don’t care how long it is for, I’ll take anything I can get, Joss.” She runs her eyes over me and they stop at my lips. I think she wants me to kiss her.