“You mean De Luca’s gang? No, they didn’t. Someone else did though.” Okay, yes, I can talk in a calm civilized manner.
He tries to sit next to me on the couch but has second thoughts seeing the expression on my face. He takes the seat opposite me. “Who?” he says. “Please, just say what you have to say.”
I take a deep breath in. “Sophia had some very interesting things to tell me about you. And show me.”
His eyes narrow down, questioning me. “Sophia? You mean Kelly’s sister?”
Lord, he is testing my patience. “Yeah, that one.”
“What could Sophia possibly have to say about me that would have you that upset?”
If it’s an act, it’s incredibly convincing. Nothing about the way he looks at me betrays the slightest amount of worry or guilt. “She was very excited about having sex with you in a hotel room the day before I met you on the yacht. You know, before the day we had sex. The day you told me you hadn’t slept with anyone since you met me.”
He stares at me for a second, completely stunned. “Is this a joke?”
“It didn’t sound like she was joking.”
“Okay, then let me reassure you that I never slept with her. I have no interest in her always pleading eyes and her whole cute act. Even if I wanted to sleep with someone else, it wouldn’t have been her.”
“Sophia’s not only hot, but smart.”
“Smart? Sounds like a nutcase coming here and throwing lies at you.”
I consider his words. It’s tempting to believe him and put the whole mess behind me. It’s tempting to use this as leverage to get him to get on that boat to Athens with me. Except that one tiny little detail. “She showed me the pictures, Tomas. You’re a superb liar. No wonder you’re a con man.”
“What pictures?”
Once again, what crosses his face is nothing but total sincerity. He seems honestly perplexed.
“Sophia has pictures on her phone of you and her.”
“Doing what?”
“Stop acting like a fool. You were together. You, her and no clothes. Isn’t that what I’ve been telling you the whole time?”
He stays silent, passing his tongue over his lower lip. “Do you honestly think I’d do that and then lie to you about it? Get real. I have many flaws but being a petty, idiotic liar isn’t one of them.”
“How do you explain the photos then?” I insist despite the fact his words sound true.
“They were cooked, I don’t know. I definitely did not meet with Sophia the day before I met you.”
“What about the photos on the yacht?”
“The yacht?” he stops to think for a second. “Yes, Sophia’s been on the yacht, that’s true.”
“So which is it? Did you meet with her or not?”
“She was on the yacht.”
“And then you fucked her.”
“Don’t be silly.”
I’m not silly, I want to yell at him, but I don’t because that’s exactly what I am. So I just stare at him, my lower lip trembling.
He lets a sigh out. “Please, listen without interrupting me. Sophia and Adrian were on the yacht weeks ago. I don’t remember when exactly but I invited Adrian and he brought Sophia along. They brought a lot of ouzo and retsina wine and we all got drunk. I think I almost passed out.”
I don’t know what to believe anymore. His story might explain the photos on the yacht but what about the ones at the hotel? Were they cooked as he claims? But why? Just to make me doubt Tomas? “It’s not that easy to get you drunk to the point of passing out,” I say. “You’d definitely not end up drunker than Sophia.”
“She probably had way less booze than me,” he says, shrugging. “I can get out of control, you know that. Everybody who’s been with me for two minutes knows that.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “You always control your drinking. You know your limits and I’ve never seen you consume alcohol in the daytime.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. All I know is they came with several bottles of local booze and snacks. They said it was the purest stuff and insisted we had a feast. Next thing I know I’m in the cabin with a massive headache, Sophia and Adrian tending to me.” He stops to rub his temples. “I don’t know,” he says. “Could I have been so drunk that I can’t remember?”
Something’s fishy and someone’s been lying to me. Is it Adrian and Sophia or is it Tomas? “Didn’t you think that whole thing was odd?”
“Yeah, except it wouldn’t be the first time I did something stupid.”
“I can’t argue with you on that.”
I see a smile on his face at last but it’s short lived. “But you believed them and you stayed to confront me. You are kind of badass.”
“I didn’t at first, but then they showed me a ton of photos. Why would they go to the trouble of fabricating so many of them? It didn’t make sense. And now you tell me you’re not even sure yourself.”
“And so do you believe them now?”
He won’t let me off the hook. I shut my eyes for a second, trying to regroup my thoughts. Nothing feels right and everything I say will end up sounding wrong. “I want to believe you.”
He nods, absentmindedly, barely registering my presence. “You must doubt everything I’ve told you.”
“Put yourself in my shoes,” I say, barely.
He turns his eyes on me. “But I have, I have, Taylor. This whole time I’ve been trying to approach this from your perspective. What if it was me that was shown pictures of you having sex with Adrian? And you know what the answer was every time? I would not believe it. Even if ten, twenty, a hundred people told me it was true, I’d tell them to go fuck themselves.”
“Please, don’t be mad,” I say, shaken to the core by the gravity in his voice.
“I’m not mad. I guess I’m disappointed that you would believe them over me. Who are they to you? What do you know about them?”
I hate being cornered almost as much as I hate being accused. “What do I know about you?” I say. “Random bits and pieces that I’ve had to put together myself.”
There’s a twitch above his eye. There’s no doubt in my mind I’ve managed to annoy him even more.
“I told you things I never tell anyone,” he says. “Maybe I should have kept it that way. Trouble follows me.”
He gets up, lifting his backpack from the floor. “I’ll go shower. You’d better start packing. We’re leaving in an hour.”
I don’t protest. I don’t even think of protesting. My body and mind are on the brink of total exhaustion, annihilation. I’m falling apart fast and I’ve lost the will to make any more decisions. No matter what I choose, it always ends up going wrong.
***
Once again, I find myself stuffing things like shirts and jeans and shorts in a suitcase on the bed. Once again, I feel like I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life.
Worst of all, I’m not sure who has lied to me or who I should trust. I want to trust Tomas more than I have wanted anything in my life, but it also scares me that he has such control over me, that there is so much about him I can’t fathom.
I open the last drawer in my dresser where I keep my night things and underwear. I grab a handful of them to stuff them in the corners of the already crammed suitcase.
One piece of garment catches my attention: my black garter belt and stockings. I packed them in the hopes of finding a Greek lover or two. Or that roaming Sudanese Grace has been teasing about. I could call that time the age of innocence, or, more aptly, the age of utter and total ignorance.
I curl up the stockings in my hand into a ball. When I get ready to toss them in the waste basket, I get a sudden moment of clarity. I was not raised to be a victim and I sure as hell don’t intend to be a whiny bitch anymore.
Unfolding the stockings, I stretch them out to marvel at the glory of their suggestive nature. I don’t have to think about it twice. My mind is made up within a split second and I quickly strip down to nothing
. I put on my black lace panties and bra before I slide the stockings up my legs and thighs to secure them with the garter belt.
I pull my hair up in a loose bun, letting a few blonde strands frame my face. A little perfume on the neck and cleavage before I put on my high heel black pumps. I’m tempted to look in the mirror but decide against it. I won’t do anything that might knock any sense into me. Nothing that could make me change my mind.
As soon as I hear him step out of the shower and into his room, I take a few deep breaths. I count to three and walk out of my room to his door.
My knock is soft and patient so as not to betray the turmoil in my body and soul. If this all goes to hell, if I am never to see him again, I am at least going to fuck him one more time. I’m going to throw all caution to the wind for a few hours and just rejoice at being alive.
“Come in,” he says after a short while.
I push the door open and walk inside to stand in front of him in my sexy black attire.
“Holy fuck,” he says, unable to take his eyes off me. He’s got a towel wrapped around his hips and that’s about it. Perfect timing, Taylor. Water drips from his hair down onto his shoulders, making his skin glow. His breathing accelerates, his rock-hard abdomen rises and falls rhythmically with every inhalation and exhalation.
“Done showering, I see.” Yep, stating the obvious just in case he forgot he just stepped out of the shower. Am I brilliant or what?
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he says, raising his brows.
“What? This old thing?” It seems I’ve decided to support my attempt at seduction with all kinds of clichés and absurdities.
His face goes all serious on me. “What are you trying to prove?”
I shrug. “Do you want me here or not?”
“Is this the ten question game? Okay, I’ll play. What if I say no?”
“You’re a self-important asshole,” I say, perfectly aware that no matter what he says, his eyes have been scanning me from head to toe ever since I stepped in the room in my lacy black underwear and stockings, my boobs almost spilling out of the elastic fabric and the garter belt hugging my tanned lower belly and thighs ever so lovingly.
“It’s a matter of idiosyncratic interpretation,” he says with a grin.
“Oh, that was fucking sexy. Say something else equally obscure.”
With one long stride, he’s next to me. He grips both my wrists roughly, pushing me backward until my back is against the wall.
He stares into my eyes for a second before his mouth locks on mine in a long, bruising kiss.
I throw my arms around him, almost unconsciously, to pull him closer. His hands travel up and down my back, finding my lacy panties, pushing a finger or two under the waistband.
“Is this why you came here dressed like a sweet little slut?” he says, his breath hot and ragged on my neck. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I say, breathless. “I want your hard cock all to myself.”
The towel around his hips drops to the floor within a split second. “Touch my cock then. Is this hard enough for you?”
Hell yeah. I wrap my fingers around his long, thick erection and it’s like I’m playing with granite. “I missed him,” I say, panting.
He takes my right hand in a fist, driving it up and down his cock until I pick up his rhythm and pump him a few times, making him grow even bigger which didn’t seem possible.
Tomas throws his head back, groaning. “That’s it, baby,” he says. “Take control.”
I get down on my knees to give him a few licks that have him pant, hands on my hair. I get up and push my tongue into his mouth.
He pushes me against the wall again, his hips pressed against me. We kiss hungrily and rough as his hands grab my breasts inside the lace, squeezing them together.
My breath is caught as my body throbs and weakens. I want him to touch me everywhere, I want to feel his breath and tongue and hands on me, I want to be his fuck toy.
He puts his hands under my ass to pick me up, carrying me over to his writing desk in front of the window.
He seats me on the desk, clearing papers, notebooks and pens with one swipe of his hand.
I put my arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss but he presses my back onto the desk until I rest on elbows and forearms.
He tugs my hips toward him so that his erection gently strokes my already throbbing parts through the panty fabric.
Pushing me back so I lie on the desk, he quickly grabs my legs to wrap them around his waist.
I gasp when he goes for my breasts again, getting the fabric out of the way on one of them to get to the nipple. He sucks hard on that rosy bud until it turns so hard and taut, it almost hurts. He carefully replaces the fabric over it to move to the next one.
The more he touches me, the more I need his touch. I’m like an animal that was locked in a cage for too long and can now, finally, run free. I moan louder as I take one of his hands and place it on my lace panties. I want his fingers inside me and then his tongue and then his cock. I want to swallow up everything he has to give.
“Don’t tease me again, baby,” I tell him. “I want you inside of me now.”
“Fuck,” he says. “You’re too much.”
With that, he pulls the panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside my aching flower. His thumb finds my clit and circles it, rubbing ever so slowly, shooting pleasure waves through my entire body.
“Now your tongue,” I command him, through panting and moaning.
He obeys immediately, throwing my legs over his shoulders, his sweet, hot tongue going straight for my throbbing button, licking and sucking on it with just the right amount of pressure, making my body shiver.
“Inside me,” I say. “Slip your tongue inside me before I come.”
He obeys again, sliding his tongue inside my wet core, swirling it around, running it along my inner walls. He’s fucking me with his tongue and making my blood roar in my ears.
When he starts licking upward and toward my clit again, I stop him. Every fiber in my body wants him to go on, wants him to push that tongue against my clit until I reach ecstasy but what I want even more is his impossible length inside me.
“Now your cock,” I say, almost in a whimper. “I want all of it.”
My boldness brings forth a wicked grin. “You can’t have my cock inside you and expect me to do as you say.”
“I don’t,” I say, unable to wait a second longer. I reach down for my underwear, trying to get rid of them.
“No,” he says, grabbing my hand. “Fucking leave them on. Leave everything on. Shoes and stockings and all.”
I nod. “Fuck me now,” I say urgently.
He leans over me, taking his erection in his hand and pumping it twice before he rests the tip against my sensitive folds, pushing the underwear to the side again.
“Now,” I say with a pleading voice. “I want you inside me. My pussy needs you.”
He braces one arm on the desk to look down at me. His lips touch my face, first my cheeks, then my nose and then my eyelids. He kisses me so soft it almost feels like a goodbye. A chill runs through my veins but then his eyes turn fiery and he thrusts his entire length inside me, pinning me down.
My brain turns liquid and I close my eyes for a moment hoping his cock broke nothing inside me. I’m so wild for him. I feel his heat throbbing so deep inside me. I would come instantly if he moved at all.
Tomas straightens his back and lifts my legs up, hooking my high heels over his shoulders. He pulls back and then suddenly begins pounding into me roughly. He fills me up completely. Body and soul.
Everything around me blends into an orgy of light and shadows. He keeps slamming himself inside me, so deep it electrifies my belly and hips.
He holds my legs higher, lifting my ass off the desk, holding my ankles in a tight grip as he fucks me having abandoned all control. I am nothing to him now but the hot, sweet pussy he needs to fuck or die.
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sp; Tomas turns his head to kiss my ankles, licking up and down the stockings, as his hips create an unforgiving rhythm of repeated thrusts that threaten to damage my very core.
With every rude invasion of his cock, I try to dig my nails into the desk. I cry out again and again as the heat between my legs intensifies and everything inside me tightens and contracts, building massive amounts of anticipation.
The orgasm bursts through me like a hurricane, hitting me with multiple waves of pleasure that course and flow through me so persistently I can’t see or hear anymore. I cry out his name so many times – Tomas, Tomas, yes, Tomas – it feels like the pleasure lasts for an eternity.
His fast-pulsing cock plunges deep into my hot mess as he arches his back, gasping and growling. He pulls out, letting his hot load shoot all over my belly and breasts, staining my bra and the garter belt. His explosions keep coming, longer than I have ever witnessed before, until he slowly collapses down onto me still shaking with aftershocks.
We stay embraced, our breathing fast and loud. He puts his lips next to my ear. “My angel,” he whispers, “you are the only perfect thing on Earth.”
I take his face in my hands. It’s my turn to kiss his brow, his lovely lips, his eyelids and his poor nose that’s still colored with a fading yellow. I say nothing because only one thing would ring true now and I’m not ready to say it. It’s too large for this quiet moment. And I don’t trust the past or the future. I only trust this moment we are in and I want to stay in it forever.
He picks me up in his strong arms and carries me to the bed, pulling the light blanket over me. He slips in next to me and I rest my head on his shoulder. “It will all be okay,” he says. “Somehow.”
I close my eyes and hug him so tight I never want to let go. I want his words, this new promise to be true.
When I open my eyes again my lips meet to form a word but the only sound that comes out is a shriek of surprise. I watch two people walk through the door like a strange dream. I’m stunned. I’m naked and messy.
Tomas turns back to see what it is that has frozen my features. His jaw drops wide open. “Holy hell,” he finally says in a daze.
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