I take a breath of air in and sigh, happy that he seems OK.
Harry says gently “I take it that was the first accident you've witnessed?”
It must look like I’ve gone totally over the top to them. I look back to Jack, really look at him, rake my eyes from head to toe. He’s fine.
I turn to Harry “Sorry, yeah . . . first time.” I can’t admit that I was worried about him. That I care about him.
The truck pulls over with the bike on, they all go rushing over to it, Jack on his way past leans into me. “Don't worry, I’ll still be able to perform tonight if that’s what you're worried about.”
He walks over to his bike.
It wasn't what I was thinking about and that’s what’s worrying. I was thinking about him and how I didn't want him to be hurt.
*****
Everyone decides after the excitement at the track today that we’ll just have dinner tonight and get an early night. Nothing heavy. We all agree to meet down at the restaurant in the hotel at eight.
I have a video call with Elijah and mum, he tells me all about school and he'd done his homework. They were just settling down to watch Ice Age 5.
Sophie disappeared after the track and said she wouldn't be back until late, so she’s skipping the meal. Traitor. She’s off having lots of sex with her Sicilian god. Good luck to her. I am meanwhile left on my own to get ready while I'm a nervous wreck because tonight, I'm going to double the number of people I’ve had sex with. I laugh to myself because when I put it like that it sounds like I'm going to have a really heavy night.
I decide to wear a dress, cream, floral, short . . . again. I wear the new underwear I'd bought though, cream lace boy shorts and a cream lacy balconette bra. I leave my hair down and wavy and put on a little make up.
I make my way down on my own and spot all the guys sat down already, they look like a gathering for a male model convention, and their dad – Harry! Seriously, every one of them hot, showered and laughing at something. It's a girl’s dream come true.
There are two seats left, obviously, they don't know Sophie is otherwise engaged. I make my way over and Harry sees me. “Robyn. Where’s Sophie?”
I wave hi to everyone. “Sophie didn't come back after the track - make of that what you will.” The boys all cheer, at least they're happy Sophie’s getting some action.
Denny speaks “Sit down, we’ll get you a drink.”
I smile. “Thanks. What did I miss?”
The waiter comes over and I give him my drinks order then turn back to them.
“Nothing, we were just ribbing Jack here about this afternoon.”
I frown. “You think it's funny he came off his bike?”
“Calm down Danish, they weren't ribbing me about that. And I'm fine.”
Jock speaks up “We were ribbing him about you.”
My eyes widen, what the hell?
“How do you mean?”
“Come on . . . you can tell us.” Denny says
I look at Harry, he’s giving me a strange look.
“Tell you what?” I glance at Jack, he’s grinning at me.
“They think something is going on with us.” He raises an eyebrow at me, challenging me to deny it.
“Oh, you do, do you?” I try to keep my voice calm. Christ, I'm already a bundle of nerves tonight, I don't need this as well.
“Come on.” Gary says “We saw you - your reaction when Jack came off. You were more than a little worried. Not to mention how you've been with each other since you got here.”
I shift uncomfortably. I have no idea how to play this. The waiter comes with my drink and I thank him and take a big gulp.
Jack speaks “Now do you honestly think we would both be so stupid, to start something up, when her dad finances my whole operation and would have my balls if I did anything to his daughter. And Robyn? She’s too good for the likes of me, aren't you sweetheart? You know how I am with women, do you think she'd be silly enough to go there. We are two polar opposites.”
“Hmmm if you say so, Jack.” Harry says, “All as I will say is that if you were both stupid enough to do something like that, maybe you would be savvy enough to keep it on the down-low.”
I put my hand on top of Harry's, he’s looking out for me, but for all his team too. He knows my dad could end this thing with them, he probably thinks we’re being irresponsible. In fact, he’s probably totally pissed off with Jack for coming anywhere near me.
I try to reassure him. “Harry, if we were so dumb as to do anything, then you can one hundred per cent trust me that I went into it with my eyes open and no backlash would come on you guys. Do you understand what I'm saying?”
He nods. “You're a good girl Robyn. Too good for Jack.”
Jack pipes up “Hey, right here old man!”
Denny slaps him on the back. “You know she’s too good for you dude!”
Jack laughs and watches me as I take another drink. When I lift my eyes to meet his he gives me a wink. I love playful Jack.
We eat and when it gets to around ten pm, just as I feel relaxed with the guys, Jack stands up. He stretches, so his t-shirt rides up showing his navel and the treasure trail disappearing down under his jeans. A glimpse of things to come, I hope, or I don't hope . . . shit I don't know.
“I'm beat - early night for me.” He looks pointedly at me and then says night to everyone. God, I don't know what I'm supposed to do now, am I supposed to go to his room. What if he’s changed his mind?
I say goodnight to him and watch him walk away.
Should I stay or go to him? I have no idea, it would look super obvious if I went now - but they all know anyway.
My phone beeps it's him.
No hard feelings if you've changed your mind, but if you haven't get that fucking gorgeous arse up here now
Tingles run through me as I read it. I put my phone away and finish my drink, I try to participate in the conversation, but my mind is on one thing. He’s up in his room waiting for me. He wants me. And I want him, I really do, I want to know what it will be like with him. So what he’s slept with half the female population, its only sex right? And at least he'll know what he’s doing. We’ll be careful. But I’ve seen his medical - I know he’s clean anyway. But we’ll be careful, especially as I don't have any contraception device. God, can you imagine? Second time having sex and I get pregnant with a second child. That would be supremely bad luck but one which I'm not willing to test!
I scrape my chair back and stand up and say my good-nights. They all kiss my cheek goodnight, they're good guys. I make the walk to the elevator - my legs feel shaky.
Chapter 12
Robyn
I'm stood outside his door.
OK, deep breath Robyn. You can do this. Why am I getting so worked up about this? I know he wants me, it's not like I'm the booty call that came yesterday - or is it? Is that exactly what I'm doing? I shake my head, I need to get out of this mindset because so what if that’s what I'm doing? We’re satisfying our bodies needs, what’s so wrong with that? God knows I’ve waited long enough. It’s been six years and even that first time was, well it was just crap.
OK, here goes. I knock on the door. It flies open, he’s stood there. Topless in just his jeans. Bloody hell, he’s a vision.
He sighs “Thank fuck. Come here.”
I step in, feeling awkward, not knowing what to do. I look up at him.
“Why do you look terrified?”
I laugh “Um . . . because I am?”
“Why?”
“I just . . . I don't really know what I'm doing. I feel like I'm having an out of body experience since I got here, I haven't existed for a long time as anything but a mum really, you know? And you . . . well, you have a lot of conquests under your belt, I don't know how to act.”
His eyes soften. “Hey, just relax, just forget sex OK? It's off the table. . . well actually on the table sounds like a fucking great idea.” He sees my eyes widen and laughs. “I'm joking,
let me get you a drink and we’ll just hang out.”
He’s being so sweet, I thought we'd just get straight on with it, so I feel a hundred times better knowing he’s being like this. Christ, is this what people do on hook-ups? It's nerve-wracking.
He hands me a drink - I have no idea what it is but I neck it down in one and then put it down. If I'm going to do this, I'm doing it. I want him, there’s no mistake about that, he wants me, so what is the problem?
I step towards him so that our chests our practically touching and I hear him take a sharp breath in. I like that I'm affecting him the way I am.
“Did you take your top off so that I wouldn't be able to resist you when I came up here?” I smile.
“Actually, I was leaning 60/40 that you wouldn't come up at all. I thought you'd chicken out.”
“Do you still want me? Even though I have no experience?”
“Jesus Christ, you have no fucking idea how much I want you.”
I place my hand on the hard wall of his chest - so defined. I stroke it down his stomach, over his abs and hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans.
“I want you too.” My voice sounds husky.
He growls and then his mouth is on me. He kisses me hungrily, I put my hands behind his neck and finger the hair at his nape as I kiss him back. My tongue is in his mouth and dancing with his. A moan escapes me and my body sinks into him. I press myself against him and I can feel his hard length pressing into me.
His hands cup my face as his lips and tongue work their magic. He pulls my bottom lip into his mouth and draws it out slowly and opens his eyes. “Fuck. Everything about you has me screwed up fifty ways from Sunday.”
“Jack, I don't know what to do, will you help me?”
He smiles at me so softly, his eyes boring into me, with what looks like emotion. How can anyone have a hook up with this guy and not fall for him?
“I’ll help you, Danish.”
He reaches down for the hem of my dress and slides it upwards, I lift my arms so that he can pull it off all the way then he drops it to the floor. He takes a step back and his gaze slides down my body slowly, taking it all in. Then his eyes come back up to mine. “You're beautiful . . . perfect.” His voice sounds hoarse, it's nice to know I'm affecting him like he’s affecting me.
I smile at him, I thought I would feel self-conscious standing here like this in front of him in just my underwear and heels, but the truth is no one has ever made me feel so desired . . . so wanted. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, my breasts fall free as I drop my bra to the floor.
I step towards him again and whisper “Touch me . . . please.”
His breath sounds shaky as his hands lift and cup my breasts. My head falls back and I moan at the feeling of his hands on me. His thumbs brush over my nipples as he kneads them. I feel heat all over my body gathering between my legs.
“Oh god, Jack.”
He shuffles me towards the bed and I fall backwards, yelping and laughing.
I lean up on my elbows watching him and bite my bottom lip. He is a vision and I'm going to have him inside me.
He unbuttons his jeans while staring at me and slides them down his hips, kicking them off so he’s just in his black tight boxer briefs.
Those thighs, I knew they'd look like this, the dusting of dark hair over them, nicely tanned. Oh, he’s all man. The front of his boxers tented as his erection juts forward. It looks big. I lick my lips - I can't help it. Instinct.
He groans “If you keep looking at me like that I'm going to last about two seconds.”
He slides on top of me, my legs fall open to accommodate him in between me. I feel his cock at my entrance through my underwear and groan, lifting my hips, trying to shamelessly rub myself against him.
His head goes down to my breast and he takes it in his mouth. His tongue lapping at my nipple, while his other hand kneads my other breast. He takes as much of it in his mouth as he can, kissing me there. He sucks at my nipple and grazes it with his teeth.
“Oh, shit Jack . . . yes . . . that feels so good.”
“You have amazing tits. I could just do this all night.” He moves on to the next one and ravishes that one in the same way. When his teeth graze my nipple, I feel it straight in my core.
His hand moves down to my belly, flattening on my stomach and sliding under my underwear. My breath hitches as he slides his fingers through my folds and rubs on my clit.
“Oh mmmm . . . oh please Jack . . . I want more.”
I reach my hand down to feel his length. Rubbing my hand up and down on the outside of his boxers and he groans.
“Take them off,” I whisper in his ear.
He lifts his head and stills, his hand stops moving and he just looks into my eyes. I feel like he can see straight inside me, like he’s knowing me like no one else ever has. “I'm getting to the point of no return now baby, are you sure about this?”
I mew in protest that his hand has stopped and lift my hips involuntary. “Oh yeah I'm sure, just hurry.”
He chuckles and lifts himself off so that he can reach in the drawer at the side of me.
He takes a condom and hands it to me as he stands up and takes his boxers off. He’s stood in front of me naked and he’s perfect. Every inch of him. I look down to his erect cock - it's wide and big, and it makes me hungry, I want to take it in my mouth, I want it inside me, I just want it. I didn't know feelings could overtake me like this. Is this what I’ve been missing?
“You put it on me.”
I look up at him. “I don't know how to.”
“I’ll show you.”
I open the packet and slide it out, he grabs my hand and puts it on his cock, starting at the tip he shows me how to slide it onto him. A groan escapes him as he does it.
“Fuck, I can't wait any longer.” He leans me back down and he’s back in position, his cock right there, nudging at my entrance. He leans down to kiss me urgently, frantically, I want him inside me now. I lift my knees and wrap my ankles around his body, making it easier for him to enter me. And then as he’s kissing me I feel him fill me. It's exquisite, the sensation of him inside me. Tight. I grab onto his waist, urging him to move. “Please Jack, please move.”
“I can't . . . I’ll come. You feel so fucking good. Give me a second.”
I butterfly kiss his shoulder. “I don't care how quick you come, I need you to move.”
He growls and withdraws and surges back into me, going deeper, if possible
“Oh god, yes.” My voice doesn't sound like my own.
“Baby, fuck,” he moves in and out faster, surging into me, I feel the muscles on his back tightening as he thrusts into me.
“Harder . . . faster.” I try to lift my hips and his mouth goes to my neck, biting, kissing, licking.
He does as I ask and starts to move faster and faster, his head nestles in my neck. We’re both panting now, he’s going faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder and harder, jerking me up the bed, my breasts bouncing. This is fucking. He’s fucking me and I love it.
“Jack,” I whimper “I'm getting close . . . oh god.”
And then I go over the edge, into oblivion and far away somewhere else as I come. His thrusts get so fast, it's like he’s lost control of himself, and then his body jerks and stills as he comes - he bites onto my shoulder as he groans. I know that’s going to leave a mark, but right now I couldn't care less.
My orgasm seems to go on forever and he starts to move slowly in and out as the waves subside - our breathing still loud.
He finds my mouth and kisses me slowly but deeply. Sharing something unfathomable. Something intense. We kiss and we kiss. I feel his cock twitching inside me.
He breaks the kiss and looks down on me. I can feel is breath on my face. “You OK?”
I nod.
“I wasn't too rough?”
“You were perfect.” I stroke his face. “In fact, I think I’ve just lost my virginity.”
He laughs “I d
on't think you were a virgin sweetheart.”
“Well after that my first time definitely did not count. Did I . . . did I do OK, was it OK for you?”
“You're kidding right?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck, you're not kidding. It was amazing. You are amazing. You have my head so screwed up I don't know where I am. I knew it was going to be intense when I got to fuck you, but I didn't know it would feel anything like that. You're exquisite.”
“You're sweet.”
He laughs as he withdraws from me, I mew as I don't like the feeling of losing him. “I don't get called sweet often.”
“Well, maybe I don't only bring the worst out in you, maybe I bring out the best as well.”
He stares at me for a moment but doesn't say anything “Maybe you do. I’ll be back.”
He goes to the bathroom, to clean up and discard the condom. What now? Do I just leave? I sit up and look around for my dress. I don't want to outstay my welcome, it was more than I imagined it would be, but I need to get back before Sophie gets back and before I make Jack uncomfortable by sticking around - I know how things go with his women. Once he’s done, he’s done. And that’s fine, I guess I used him too. No matter what the circumstances, I know I'm going to bed with a smile on my face tonight.
He comes back in just as I throw my legs out of the bed, still holding the sheet around me.
“Where do you think you're going?” he’s naked - obviously so comfortable with himself and how he looks.
“I . . . I. . . . didn't know, I thought I’d better be going.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You think we're done?”
“Well . . . yeah, actually I do.”
“I don't want you to go, you just got here. Stay a little while longer?”
I contemplate it - should I? I think it’s best to leave on a positive. Things went well, now I want to go back to my room and process it and relive it.
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