by Tara Brent
Derek didn’t stop fucking me until his cock grew so soft that he couldn’t get it inside of me anymore and then he took his shirt, wiping me off before I rolled back over.
“Thanks.” I laughed at him, shaking my head as I stood up and got my shorts back on before I sat down in the sand.
“I don’t mind helping.” He grinned at me.
It could’ve been the heat of the night, the magic in the air, but it looked as if his eyes were glowing.
I laughed at him; he was like a teenager who had gotten his first pussy and realized just how much he liked it, that he wanted it again. I could see the desire in his eyes that he wanted it. I wondered just how big his sex drive was.
“Walk me back to my room?” I asked him, grabbing my shoes and making sure that my top was down all the way.
“I see how it is—you have me fuck you and then leave.” He winked, letting me know that he was only teasing me.
“That’s it, I should be worried about that with you. Are you going to see me tomorrow or are you going to make me cry into my pillow and never call me?” I asked him, licking my lips.
“I don’t even have your number, there’s no way that I can call you.” He took my hand without thinking about it and it made my heart jump.
I looked down at our hands and didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say to something like that.
I didn’t want to be the one to say anything about what was going on between us. If he felt it, he was going to tell me. It was the kind of man that Derek was, that part I did know.
He walked me to the hotel and walked me to my room.
I kissed him at the door and unlocked it.
“Are you sure that you don’t want me to come in?” He licked his lips.
"I will see you in the morning.” I kissed his cheek, not knowing if he was messing around or not. His smile didn't falter.
He watched me close the door and I was sure that he was still standing out there until I locked it, and then went to his own room.
Running the shower, the second I got into the room I took my clothes off in the bathroom and found myself humming to a tune that had gotten stuck in my head.
The shower was nice and hot when I got in; I was surprised at how hot it was as I ran the soap all over my body and lathered every inch of it.
I went through the beach scene a few times in my head, smiling about every detail that I remembered. Seeing his face when he kissed me, feeling his hands on my body, and most of all, feeling his hard cock deep inside of me.
“Face it, you’re doing what you said you wouldn’t do while you were here, and you’re doing it with the man that you said you wouldn’t. You’re falling in love and it’s too late to turn back now,” I murmured to myself.
I rinsed myself off and shut the water off. Reaching for a bath towel, I got out of the shower and wrapped my body in one towel. Grabbing for another, I wrapped my hair in the other one.
The room was quiet. It was too quiet for me when I got to the bed. I pulled back the covers and turned the television on, but there was nothing good on this early in the morning.
I checked my phone, but Lindsay hadn’t bothered messaging me all day; she was probably busy with her husband, and I couldn’t blame her there. It was their honeymoon, but it had started feeling like it was my own in a way.
Laughing, I shook off the feeling, shut the television off and fell asleep with the light on.
Chapter 13
As soon as I got out of the shower I heard a knock on my door. Grinning from ear to ear, I wrapped a towel around my mid-section and answered the door without looking through the peep-hole.
I was surprised to see that it wasn’t Jasmine like I thought it was going to be.
The girl Sarah, from the bar, came into the room and saw the towel around my waist.
“Do you remember me?” she asked, putting her arms around me.
“I do, what are you doing here?” I laughed, trying to play it cool.
She didn’t answer me, though; she began kissing my neck and nibbling down the side of it without realizing she was hitting my weak spot. The one spot that always turned me on no matter what.
“I thought that you might want some company tonight,” she whispered, kicking the door closed behind her.
I felt her as she took the towel away from my body. My cock was hard, though I had just got cleaned up from the night on the beach; it had a mind of its own.
“I knew that you’d be big. I was sure that a man like you would always be a big boy.” She giggled.
I watched her as she hit her knees. I should’ve pulled her back up on her feet, but when she attached her lips to my cock and began working the magic in her mouth I couldn’t help but slide my cock in and out of her.
“That feels good. Too good,” I murmured, running my hands through her red hair.
Sarah stood up after a few minutes and led me to the bed.
She pushed me down on it and climbed on top of me. I was smiling. I was having a good time, and when she began riding me was when I thought about kissing her.
Sarah was already ahead of the game on that one. She brought her lips to mine, and right before her lips touched mine, just inches away, I closed my eyes and pushed her off me.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” She glared at me.
I didn’t even know what the matter was with me. When I closed my eyes, the only woman that I saw was Jasmine.
I was letting a woman get to me and that never happened. It scared me a little. I shook my head and put on the magic smile.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Please, can we try again?” I asked her, giving her the puppy dog eyes and making her feel bad for me.
Sarah laughed it off, like I knew that she would. If it had been Jasmine, though, she probably would’ve slapped me in the face and left my room, slamming the door behind her.
“I could never say no to a handsome face like this.” She kissed me hard on the mouth, shoving her tongue into my mouth to where I was almost gagging.
It wasn’t the same as kissing Jasmine, and she didn’t smell like her, the lingering perfume.
I left my eyes open. I didn’t want to see her in the back of my mind. Knowing what I was doing.
I felt guilty and there was no need to feel guilty. I wasn’t tied to Jasmine and she wasn’t tied to me; we could see whoever we wanted to. That was the point of being single.
"You're not here," Sarah whined, biting down on my lip.
“I guess tonight’s just not the night to do this.” I pushed her away from me and got off the bed.
My cock was throbbing as I went to the door. I knew that I could get her back in bed if I wanted to, but there was no point. I wasn’t going to have any fun anyway.
“I can see that your cock is ready for some fun, but if you don’t want it then I guess I’ll go.” She glared at me.
It was the first time that a woman had been hurt because I wouldn’t fuck them—it was the first time that I had ever rejected a woman, and that wasn’t me.
When she left, I locked the door behind her, running my fingers through my hair. I got into bed and shut the light out. I wasn’t going to play mind games with myself. I wasn’t going to try and figure out what was going on in my head because I wouldn’t sleep if that happened all night.
I had to sleep, and I wanted to sleep in the next morning.
Rolling over and ashamed of myself for turning Sarah down, I had visions of Jasmine and me on the beach. We were having sex just like we had under the stars and it wasn't something that scared me, not now. It felt right, and when I opened my eyes to look on the other side of the bed there was no one there.
I didn’t want to play mind games. I didn’t want to guess what the hell was wrong with me. I just saw Jasmine there beside me on the bed. She was the one that I saw sharing my bed.
I laughed at myself, shaking my head; there was nothing that I could’ve done to get her out.
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p; I tossed and turned the rest of the night. It wouldn’t have mattered if I slept with Sarah or not; Jasmine was right there knocking around in my head with that beautiful smile on her face and I couldn’t get her out.
She had gotten to me and it was a great feeling. It was a fun feeling and a scary feeling all at the same time. I wanted to be back on the beach with her. I just didn’t realize just how bad things were going to be in the light of day when I got up for the morning.
Chapter 14
I was pounding loudly on Derek's door. I wanted to pound on it when I saw the woman coming out of his room. I tried reminding myself that we weren't together and there was no need for the jealousy that was running through my veins, but he had to know that I knew the redhead that he had tried picking up at the bar was a floozy, that I could be so much better than she was, that if he was even only looking for a fuck, that he could come to me and I would be willing to give it to him.
“Go away!” I heard him shouting.
He didn’t want to get out of bed; it was almost ten in the morning, and he wasn’t going to get out of bed.
"It's Jasmine," I called through the door, pounding on it again with my fist.
I was being so loud that some guests that I didn’t even know were coming out of their rooms, wondering what was going on out there.
“Damn it,” I heard him muttering as he quickly opened the door for me.
I didn’t see him; he was standing behind the door when I walked in, and he shut it.
“Does anyone know the meaning of sleeping in anymore?” he asked, going back to the bed.
"What was that redhead doing coming out of your room last night?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and seeing that he wasn't even dressed for the day.
He wasn’t dressed at all. He was completely naked, just wanting to stay in bed.
“It wasn’t what it looked like.” He shook his head.
I rolled my eyes at him; every player said that. I wasn’t going to be a fool and think that he was telling the truth.
"You have to believe me. I know, she was pretty. She was good-looking, and I shouldn't have to explain myself to you. We aren’t together, so doesn’t that make sense for me to tell the truth, knowing that we aren’t with each other?” He threw his hands up.
I thought about it for a second. He could be telling the truth. It made sense that he would say something like that.
“Then why was she here?” I asked, biting down on my lip.
We weren’t together, and I had no right barging in the way I had. I was completely in the wrong and he was in the right.
Looking at him, though, he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t glaring at me, and I wondered what was going through his head right then. I could never read him, but if he was mad at me, he would’ve kicked me out of his room.
“Come sit with me.” He patted the side of the bed.
“I don’t want to sit. I’m tired of sitting.” I shook my head firmly.
There was no way that he was going to con me into sleeping with him again; he wasn’t going to have the upper hand this time.
His face was white, he was pale. I slowly made my way over to him but sat at the foot of the bed, away from him.
“It’s not what you think it was. I’m going to tell you the truth. She knocked on the door and I thought it was you. I didn’t bother looking to see who it was. She came waltzing in the second I opened it, and she was doing things to my body that I really liked. I’m not going to go into detail about it,” he whispered.
I had heard enough already. He was right, I didn’t need to hear any of it and I didn’t want to. He was hurting me more and more.
“Jasmine!” Derek shouted at me; I had my hand on the door.
“I kicked her out because you were the only one that I was thinking of. I couldn’t even have sex with her without having you right there every time she tried to bring her lips to mine. Every time that I closed my eyes, you were right there!” he shouted at me.
I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t turn the knob to leave the room. I didn’t turn around to face him.
I knew that he was telling the truth; he had never yelled at me to explain himself. There had never been a reason to explain himself because he was right, we weren’t together.
“So, if there’s nothing there, Derek, why would I be there in your head?” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know.” His voice had softened and when I knew that he was done talking, I opened the door and headed out of the room.
I passed Julian in the hall; he tried to stop me, but I went by too fast and I refused to go into Lindsay’s room to talk to her. I just had to be alone with my thoughts for a few moments.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to Derek. I wanted to. But there was nothing that I could say without blaming him for that girl that was in his room.
I could've told him that he was a liar. The fact was, I knew that he wasn't. I knew that he wouldn't lie about something like that. I could hear it in his voice. I could see it in his eyes when I turned around to look at him, but it didn't matter. He reminded me that there was nothing there between us, and he didn't know why he couldn't have Sarah. It would’ve been easier if he just said that he had feelings for me, but the words never came out of his mouth. Not once while I was standing there waiting for him to say the words.
Chapter 15
Julian caught the door before it slammed all the way. If he hadn’t, I wasn’t going to get up off the bed to open it again; there was no point in it.
“What the hell happened in here?” Julian asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.
“I don’t know. I slept with Jasmine last night, then came here. Took a shower and some girl from the bar came to see me. I couldn’t do anything with her, though. I didn’t do anything. I don’t want to keep repeating the same story.” I rolled my eyes.
I got off the bed and began pacing the floor. I wanted to go after Jasmine, but I knew that she was probably running out of the hotel by now, and I wasn’t even dressed.
“You, Derek, you’re telling me that you kicked some woman out of the hotel room?” Julian was messing with me.
He pretended to faint on my bed and opened one eye after a few seconds.
“Man, it’s not funny. I have Jasmine that’s upset, thinking that I did something with this woman, and I didn’t. I pushed her off me and made her leave. I have these thoughts in my head, not sure what’s going on, and I just don’t want to be dealing with this right now.” I put my hands on top of my head and continued to move around the room.
“I’m telling you right now, hell’s freezing over; it’s starting to get a little thin ice that will soon thicken.” Julian grinned.
He brought me back to the wedding and what he had said about Jasmine. I told him that I was never going to fall for a woman. That no woman could ever make me fall.
“This is not a funny situation. I don’t know why you want to make jokes about it now.” I glared at him.
We were best friends; he was supposed to help me in times like these. He wasn’t supposed to sit there and laugh at me and point fingers, thinking that he was funny because of what I was going through.
“You’re right. I can’t help you, though. You’re going to need to figure this out on your own. I told you that this was going to happen one day, and I told you that she knew how to play the game and that she would get into your head. Now, if she meant to or not, I don’t think she did. I think that you two are falling at the same time and neither one of you know how to deal with it.” Julian wasn’t smiling anymore.
He was telling me what was happening from his point of view, and I could see that he was truly trying to help me.
“Then what do I do? Tell me what to do so that I can make everything better between her and me.” That was what I wanted to know.
It had to be something simple, something that could put a smile on Jasmine’s face again like she had yesterday. Last ni
ght when we were making love on the beach…there had to be a way to get her back there.
“It’s simple, Derek.” Julian rolled his eyes at me.
“Evidently, I’m pretty stupid, then. I need you to tell me,” I grumbled, hating that Julian could say things to me like this.
Usually, I was the one that had all the wit while he sat there and played dumb for a while, but it was different when the shoe was on the other foot and I didn’t like it one bit. Not one little bit.
“You need to get dressed, you need to go find her, and tell her that you’re sorry.” Julian got off the bed.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t; we are both single. We knew what we were getting into the first night that we got here. When we went to the bar.” I glared at him.
There was no way that I was going to tell Jasmine that I was sorry. I hadn’t done anything wrong! She thought that I had betrayed her, that I had fucked someone right after seeing her. But she went on assumptions when she saw that Sarah had left my room.
“Then if you’re not going to say sorry to her, you need to tell her what you feel for her. This isn’t going to get fixed by walking away. Walking away makes it harder. I know that you’re used to doing that. You don’t want to deal with anything hard in your life, so you walk away.” Julian pointed a finger at me.
“Do you forget what I do for a living?” I couldn’t believe that he thought I was trying to take the easy way out.
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. You want to fix this, go fix this. Go fix it before this trip is over and I promise that you guys will have more fun. I promise that everything will work out if you just go fix this with her.” Julian went to the door.
He was getting tired of telling me what to do and I didn’t blame him.
“What happens if I can’t find her?” I called after him.
“Then you keep looking!” Julian hollered and slammed the door behind him.
I got dressed as quickly as I could and threw my feet into my sneakers.