by T L Swan
“Stop talking, you’re distracting my moves,” I reply as I twirl her again.
We come close again and she looks lovingly up at me.
“What is this weird, hippy song?” I ask.
“I don’t know, but it’s my new favorite.” She smiles innocently.
I stare down at her and so many emotions run through me, but the overwhelming one is regret.
Regret for what I did to her.
Regret for how we met.
Regret that this feeling she gives me can’t go on forever.
She starts to sing up at me and I know it’s the champagne singing, but it just may be the most perfect thing I have ever heard.
If only.
Cut it out. I have to get out of this sappy mood. This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. I don’t do sappy.
I twirl her violently again and she laughs out loud.
I will remember this, dancing to this hippy song with this beautiful girl, her laughter ringing loud around me.
The way she looks up at me, the way she feels in my arms.
With one last twirl the song ends and the dance floor empties. She walks over to the DJ.
“Excuse me, what is the name of that song, please?” She asks.
“Play That Song by Train,” The DJ replies.
“Thank you,” she replies. “Can you put that in your phone for me so I don’t forget?” she asks me.
I smirk as I type the name into my notes. “You like that song?” I ask.
“My favorite.” She smiles.
* * *
We walk into the foyer of the hotel and into the elevator.
Just walk her to the door and kiss her goodnight.
That’s it.
Nothing else.
Just a kiss. One kiss.
She has dreamed of a perfect date for all of her life, and damn it, I am going to give it to her if it’s the last thing I do… and it might just be the last thing I do. I could die tomorrow because my balls are already hurting from what they know they are missing out on.
We hold hands and I stare at the floor, focused on the task at hand.
One kiss. Just one kiss.
I can do this. Of course I can do this.
“Oh, look, there’s a pool,” she whispers excitedly. “Can we go see it?”
“Ah.” I hesitate. Oh, that’s not a good idea. More alone time. “Sure,” my mouth replies before consulting my brain or my dick…. the control center of this male body.
She pushes the button before waiting for my reply and soon the elevator doors are opening. The pool area is on the roof and the lights from the surrounding buildings glow in the distance. The area is darkened with spotlights in the water.
“Oh, isn’t it perfect,” she cries. She is tottery on her feet and I smile at her inebriation
I smile. “It is.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. “Let’s dance again.”
I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. “We don’t have any music,” I whisper.
She stares up at me and starts to sing the words to that song we danced to.
“Play that song, the one that makes me go too long.”
We start to sway and I laugh because she doesn’t know the words and her voice is so off key.
“The one that makes me think of you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. This is too much.
“That all you gotta do.”
She giggles into the silence. “You know all dates are going to be woeful after this one,” she murmurs as her eyes search mine.
“They better be,” I whisper.
“This is the part where you kiss me.”
13
I stare down at her and if I didn’t know better I would swear I am 13 again and this is my first kiss. “You want me to kiss you?” I ask.
She smiles lovingly and nods.
I bend and softly take her lips in mine. Her eyes close and her lips are soft and open, just like I imagine she is under her dress.
Cut it out!
My cock thumps in appreciation at the last thought, but it’s my tongue that brings me back to reality. We kiss again and again, and with my eyes fused shut, I have no idea how to control myself.
Cut it out.
No!
My arms crush her and I bring her to me, and she melts into my arms, her hands going to the back of my head as she groans softly.
Don’t groan or it’s all over.
Her tongue gently dances with mine and I move closer and closer.
How much can a man fucking take?
“Oh God,” she murmurs into my lips.
Fuck!
The kiss deepens, and this time, unable to help myself, I grab her behind and grind her body against mine so she can feel how hard I am for her. She needs to know.
“Stace,” she whimpers. “You feel so good.” Her lips drop to my neck and I close my eyes as my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
Fucking hell, I feel arousal start to pump hard through my bloodstream.
Stop, stop, stop. Stace, stop!
She looks up at me with those perfect innocent eyes and she smiles softly. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I softly brush her hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. “For what?” I ask.
“For showing me what it was like.”
My eyes hold hers.
“Now I know how it feels.”
My heart drops and her lips connect with mine one last time, her tongue rims my lips and then dives deeper. She’s right, this night is perfect. This kiss is better than perfect.
I need to give her…
I stop myself.
Her lifeline… I need to be a man and give her the lifeline fantasy she deserves. This isn’t about my fantasy and I have no right to want her as much I do.
I pull back from her in a rush as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.
Her face falls. “What’s wrong?”
My chest rises and falls as I try to control my erratic heartbeat and I shake my head.
“I should walk you back to your room, Rosh,” I pant.
“Why?” Her eyes darken and she moves closer and gently untucks my shirt from my pants. My breath hitches.
“Because.” I tip my head back and look to the sky for divine guidance. I can’t think when she is pulling on my shirt like that.
She runs her hand over my chest.
“Because this is a nice date. A well behaved date.” I murmur, distracted.
She undoes my top button on my shirt. “Is that so?” she breathes into my ear so close I can feel her hot breath dust my skin. Goosebumps scatter.
I nod, unable to make my mouth say the words.
“Is that because I’m a nice girl?” she whispers.
I nod again.
“And you’re a nice guy?”
I shrug. “That’s the illusion we are trying to achieve here.”
She laughs out loud and I frown.
“You honestly think we are nice? I think the opposite.” She pauses and I frown. What’s she talking about? “You see, I think we are a little bit different, you and I.” Her sexy eyes hold mine and I know I am close to my breaking point.
“How so?”
“We both think that we want good.”
I watch her with hungry eyes.
“But the reality is, we both crave bad,” she whispers.
I stand still and a frown crosses my brow.
“I think, in each other, we see a little bit of bad,” she whispers sexily. “That little bit of fucked up we both desire.”
I smirk.
“And it’s the crazy in you that I crave.” She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head to reveal her bare breasts and a white, lace G-string.
Her perfect, toned body is plump for picking, so close I can almost taste it.
Game over.
“Fuck, yeah,” I whisper as I start unbuttoning my shirt.
She slides her panties down her
legs and steps out of them seductively.
“I’m going for a swim. Well behaved, boring boys aren’t allowed in the pool.”
I smirk as I rip my shirt over my shoulders and throw it onto the ground. I jump on one foot as I take off one shoe, and then the other, tearing my pants down.
She wants a bad boy? She’s going to fucking get it.
She laughs and dives into the pool and I dive in after her. I pin her aggressively up against the wall and kiss her violently.
Her legs wrap around my waist. My hands are on her behind and I rub her up and down over my hard cock. God, she’s so fucking hot and tight.
The heat she is omitting is burning me alive.
“Give it to me,” she pleads. “Give me the crazy I need.”
I put my hands over the back of her shoulders for leverage and drive home in one hard pump. Her head falls back and she cries out in both pleasure and pain.
“Ahh,” She whimpers.
I grab a handful of her hair and drag her head back so that her eyes meet mine. With one hand on her shoulder slamming her down onto my cock and a handful of her hair in the other, I’m going out of my brain.
So good.
So fucking good.
I grab her legs and bring them over my shoulders and hold her in a vice-like grip.
Tearing her up and down as she groans in pleasure, I watch her eyes close as she deals with the pleasure.
This is when she is at her best, when she is helpless.
Owned.
Owned by me.
When I have her in a grip and I can fuck her as hard as I want.
And fuck… do I want it hard.
With her back against the tiled pool wall and her two legs over my shoulders I have complete control, and I drive home hard with piston pace.
I feel her insides quiver and I know she’s close. I go harder, deeper, and she throws her head back and screams out loud as she comes in a rush, which sets me off, my cry matching hers.
I keep lifting her to empty myself completely. I don’t want it to end. I want more.
So much more.
Our violent kiss turns gentle and loving and she cups my face in her two hands. Our cheeks rest against one another and she smiles softly against my face.
We both pant as we try to catch our breath and she giggles into my shoulder and waves up at the wall.
I frown. “What are you doing?”
She laughs out loud. “Wave to the camera.”
“Huh?” I frown and turn to see a security camera attached to the wall. “Oh my fucking God,” I stammer. I point to her with an over exaggerated arm. “It was all her doing. I was trying to be good,” I mouth to the camera.
“Was not.” She laughs as she splashes me, and my mouth drops open. “He was making me do it,” she calls loudly. “It was all him.”
“That’s it, you’re going to get it.” I take off after her through the pool to the sounds of her laughter. I grab her and dunk her hard and she laughs out loud as she chokes.
It’s been a good night.
In fact, the best.
* * *
Rosh
I rub my forehead back and forth over the hard yet soft surface, my pillow of Stace’s warm chest. His arms are wrapped around me, and his lips rest at my temple, his chest rising and falling as he sleeps deeply.
This is Heaven.
I wince with my eyes still closed. My body is sore. Sorer than sore. In fact, I would go so far as to say it is painful. My head is hurting from the champagne, my feet ache from those stupid high shoes, and then my girl parts… well, they are just shredded to oblivion.
I smile. God, what a night. Stace and I were like animals with each other, and knowing that we had no future only added fuel to the out of control flames.
We couldn’t get enough of each other. We went from violent fucking against the wall then to love making in bed, back to fucking in the shower, and then to gentle tender love making again and again until, in total exhaustion, we fell asleep in each others arms as the sun was coming up.
I still haven’t had enough. Could I ever get enough of this man? I doubt it, to be honest.
This is what it feels like.
I need to go to the bathroom, but I know once I step foot outside of this bed that that will be it.
Our time will be over.
Dread fills my every cell.
He rustles around and I feel him smile above me before he tenderly kisses my forehead. “Morning, babe,” he whispers sleepily.
I smile softly. “Morning.” I kiss his chest.
He moves and groans. “I’m fucked.” His voice is scratchy from our copious amounts of alcohol last night.
“Um, I think it’s me who is fucked,” I mutter dryly.
I feel him smile broadly as he kisses my head again.
We lie still for a moment as reality starts to sink in, knowing he has to get up and leave.
We both know he does, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
His lips drop to my neck and he kisses me as his hand finds his favorite spot between my legs. “I need you one last time, Rosh,” he whispers as he runs his jaw whiskers back and forth gently along my skin.
I nod, unable to speak because the lump in my throat has blocked out all sense. “I know,” is all I can eventually muster.
He slides his finger in and hisses in approval. “Oh, baby, you feel too good. How am I going to live without this?” he whispers.
I close my eyes to block him out. I don’t want his last memory of me to be crying like a baby.
“Open for me.”
I drop my legs back to the mattress and he rises above me, onto his elbow. His fingers slowly pump in and out of my body as he watches me intently.
“You are just so….” His voice trails off.
We kiss and it’s nothing like the kisses of last night. It’s a goodbye kiss and it breaks my fucking heart.
He rises above me and slowly slides his length back and forth between my lips. “Are you going to remember me?” he asks in a whisper.
Through glassy eyes, I nod.
Horror crosses his face as he sees my emotions boiling over. “Baby, don’t,” he whispers.
I grab his behind and pull him down so he penetrates me hard, and we both gasp.
He’s so big, so hard, and so fucking perfect. He stays still to let me get used to his size.
If only he could stay still to let me get used to his love.
And, to the sound of my heart silently breaking, we make tender and beautiful love.
* * *
I’m ruined.
Utterly fucking ruined.
And it’s all Stace’s fault.
I am in the bathroom pretending to go to the toilet and he is packed, ready to go. I just need a minute to pull myself together.
We have had breakfast and laughed some more, although it has been strained because we both know what’s coming.
What’s worse is that I know he feels it, too. I’m not imagining it.
It’s here and it’s palpable. It feels real.
But I’m not being the needy chick that he left in Bogota. I’m going to rock this goodbye if it’s the last thing I do. I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Ten minutes. Just be strong for ten minutes.
I blow out the breath and head back into the room. His suit is in its bag on the bed.
“All ready?” I smile.
He nods and gives me a lopsided smile. “I don’t know if I want you to stay here alone. Can you not go back to the US?”
I shake my head. “No, I’ve chosen my path.”
His eyes hold mine. “And it’s alone?” he questions.
I nod once. “Very alone.”
As if feeling dejected by my answer, he picks up his suit and slings it over his shoulder and we walk over to the door before he continues out into the hallway.
We
gently kiss and both of our faces screw up in pain.
He pulls back and his eyes search mine. “What if you’re my person?” he whispers.
My eyes tear up because I know for certain that he is mine. “I’m not,” I whisper.
We stare at each other as mixed emotions swirl around us.
“I’m a girl you kidnapped.” I hesitate. “I’m a girl who deserves more from her person.”
He drops his head in shame and regret fills me that I said that… but it had to be said.
It is what it is.
He smiles sadly. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” I smile through my tears.
He silently leaves.
As if on autopilot, I walk over to the window and place my hands on the glass and wait for him to appear down on the street below.
He appears from the building and tears roll down my face as he gets into a cab and without hesitation, leaves my life.
That hurt.
* * *
What a crazy day. What a crazy, crazy day.
This morning after he left, I took the smallest of the yellow diamonds to three different jewelers and paid for valuation slips. It cost me five hundred dollars, but the valuations came in at over a million, so it was worth it. I then had to catch a cab an hour away to see a guy. I don’t know who he was, but apparently he is the only person who deals with these sorts of things. That’s code for he’s a shonky criminal.
After bartering with him for over an hour, we agreed on a cash price of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I got ripped off, but I need some money to get me through until I find a real buyer.
It gives me hope for what is to come, though. The other diamonds are nearly twice the size of that one. So my quarter of a million is now in my bank account and the other diamonds are in the safety deposit box.
Not a bad day’s work for a nice girl like me.
My mind goes to Stace. Beautiful Stace. He will be on his ship by now, and I get a vision of him in his work uniform that makes me smile.
I am in a cab on my way back to the hotel. I’m tired from my all night carnal activities, but know I won’t be able to sleep when I get back there.
The diamonds are weighing heavily on my conscience. What if he gets the blame?
He won’t, don’t worry, I keep telling myself.