by Hazel Kelly
I rubbed my wet fingertips together and massaged the rim of her asshole, watching the delicate muscles in her back twitch as I spread her open with every thrust.
When I realized she was sliding farther onto the bed, I stopped teasing her rim and lifted her thighs so I could drive myself even further inside her.
“I’m coming,” she stuttered over the sound of my slapping balls.
As soon her pussy began to pulse, I pulled out of her and dropped to my knees, dragging her hips towards me and clamping my open mouth over her wet slit so I could swallow her pleasure down.
When her body stopped shaking and went limp, I stopped to catch my breath, sitting back on my heels and giving her ass a firm slap.
Then I pulled my shirt off over my head, threw it to the side, and stood up.
I admired the way her perfect body was draped over the edge of bed, letting my eyes travel past the dip in her lower back, past her tapered waist, and up to where her toned back was rising and falling with her breath.
Then I flipped her over.
Her flushed face stared up at mine for a moment before her eyes dropped to my swollen cock.
I smoothed my hands up her thighs and curled them around her hipbones. “Your pussy is to die for.”
Chapter 35: Jolie
I still wanted him with every part of me, and I was too exhausted to pretend I didn’t.
Obviously it occurred to me that I should stop him.
And I’d tried to be cold, tried to revert back to my old standoffishness.
But I guess I wasn’t very convincing.
How could I be?
When he came up behind me smelling so irresistibly masculine and dragged his stubble up my neck, I couldn’t move much less pretend my body wasn’t craving him back.
Besides, maybe it could just be about sex for me, too?
How could I know if I didn’t give it a chance?
But I knew as I laid there on my back with him standing naked between my legs that I was fucked in more ways than one.
Because there was no way I could use this guy, no way I could pretend it was just about his body, no way I could stop myself from wanting more with him, imagining more with him.
And it was foolish to do so.
Fortunately for me, I was too dumb to realize that before I got myself into this mess and now I was too weak with longing to speak up about it.
So I would indulge him one last time, and I would enjoy myself. Because I deserved to get fucked in a good way for a change, and it was about time I got what I wanted, even if it was only for a few minutes.
I scooted back on the bed, drinking in the rippling abs that lead to the most delicious cock I’d ever sucked… which was attached to the biggest dick I’d ever known. “Come and get it,” I said, flashing my eyebrows at him.
Adam crawled onto the end of the bed, his tan body a vision in the white room. “I’m fucking crazy about you,” he said, moving over me with a predatory look in his eyes.
I decided to act like I believed him for just a few more minutes.
He kissed my lips so softly I wanted to cry. It was easier when I couldn’t see him, when I couldn’t see the expression on his face as he used me.
I reached for his dick and stroked it, squeezing it as hard as I could before guiding it inside me.
He looked me in the eyes as he sank inside.
“Fuck, Jolie. You feel too good.”
“Deeper,” I said, grabbing his ass and tilting my hips up.
He hit me where no one ever had before, but he moved slower than I wanted him to, as if he knew I were trying to memorize the feel of every glorious inch of him.
“How’s that?” he asked, his hips rocking as his eyes dropped to my lips.
“Harder,” I said, wishing he wouldn’t pretend this meant something. “I want you to fuck me.”
He clenched his jaw and sped up the pace.
I furrowed my brow and looked down past his flexing chest to where his dark cock was sliding in and out of me.
A moment later, he grabbed one of my bent legs and pushed my thigh right up against my chest, hitting me so deep I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut.
A low growl escaped his throat as he exploded, his dick surging as he filled me.
And despite my best efforts not to care, I burned the moment to the back of my eyelids, knowing I would think of it in the future when I touched myself and when I fucked other guys.
Because even though I couldn’t do this to myself anymore, I knew he was the best I’d ever have.
He always was.
I listened to his breath as he panted in my ear, savoring the way the cool ocean breeze flowed over my warm limbs where they stuck out beneath him.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said finally, rolling onto his side.
I turned my head to admire him one last time, letting my eyes consume every inch of his gorgeous body and his handsome, chiseled face.
His gaze dropped to my seahorse, and he dragged a thumb over it before sliding his palm across my chest to squeeze my breasts again.
I had to hand it to the guy. He did know how to make a woman feel like a goddess.
He dragged his hand down and rested it on my stomach for a second before twirling my dangly belly button ring around his finger like a distracted school boy. Then he propped his head up on his bottom arm and fixed his eyes on mine. “I love you, Jolie.”
The rose colored lenses I’d been looking through turned gray. “What?”
“I love you.”
“No you don’t,” I said, sitting up. “Don’t say that.”
He sat up. “Hey.”
I scooted to the side of the bed.
“I knew it was a bit optimistic to hope you’d say it too, but-”
I bent over and started scooping up my clothes.
“What’s the problem?” he asked. “You think it’s too soon?”
I set my clothes on the end of the bed and grabbed my underwear first. “More like too ridiculous.”
“What are you talking about?” He scooted to the end of the bed. “Why are you getting dressed?”
“Because this was about sex,” I said, fastening my bra. “And the sex is over.”
He shook his head. “What? What are you talking about?”
“I thought I could do this,” I said. “I really did, but I can’t go along with it anymore.”
“You’re not making any sense, Jo. We just had a good time.” He lifted a palm. “Slow down.”
“You’re my boss, and I got distracted, but this isn’t me. I’m sorry.” I pulled my shirt on and started doing up the buttons as fast as I could.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I don’t love you back,” I said, unable to look at him. “And that’s not going to change.”
He swung his feet over the edge of the bed.
“So rather than string you along, I’m going to wish you well and keep my legs shut from now on.”
“String me along?” He furrowed his brow. “I don’t want you to keep your legs shut!”
I grabbed my skirt. “I guess you can’t always get what you want after all.”
“Was it something I said?” He stood on the floor and turned towards me. “Is this really happening?”
“It’s nothing you said.” I stepped into my skirt. “You’ve been saying all the right things since you got here. If anything, that’s what’s caused this whole problem.”
He grabbed my shoulders. “What problem?”
I sighed. “The problem of me going against my better judgement.”
He bent down to look me in the eyes.
I wiggled away from him. “It was unfair of me to take advantage of-”
“You haven’t taken advantage. I’m a grown man.”
“A grown man who’ll be happier with someone else,” I said, my voice nearly cracking.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asked. “Was it my mom? Victoria? They’re gone now.”
I shook my head while I tucked in my shirt. “I’m just not up for this anymore, okay? Haven’t you ever been rejected before?”
“Jolie-”
“Now would be a good time to put your clothes on.”
“But I’m only here for you.”
“See,” I said, zipping my skirt. “That’s a perfect example of the kind of ridiculous stuff you don’t have to say anymore.”
“But it’s true.”
“No it’s not,” I said, fixing my hair. “You’re here for the hotel.”
“That’s not fair.”
I bent over to grab my shoes but he got to them first and held them out of reach.
“Give me those,” I said, putting my hand out.
“I’m here for you,” he repeated.
I glared at him. “Bullshit. I’m just a curiosity who’ll never be able to return your feelings.”
He lowered his outstretched arm.
I raised my eyebrows. “Please give me my shoes.”
“I never would’ve come back here if it weren’t for you.”
A sick taste teased the back of my throat. “That doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me,” he said. “A lot.”
“In that case, I’m sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
“So you believe me at least?” he asked.
I swallowed. “I believe that if you’re really only here for me then you should leave.”
His dark eyes searched mine for a moment.
It took everything I had not to look away.
Then he dropped my shoes at my feet. “That’ll be all Miss. Monroe.”
Chapter 36: Adam
I was going crazy, though not as crazy as the women in my life apparently.
Between my mom, Victoria, and Jolie, I was beginning to think I ought to be investing in straightjackets instead of startups.
Then again, I didn’t really want to lump Jolie in with my mom and Vic because crazy wasn’t her default setting, which was more than I could say for the other two.
But something didn’t make sense.
Sure, I thought she was acting strange on the way up to the room, but I was so hell bent on seducing her again that I suppose I stopped thinking about it once we got there.
Still, she was an adult. If something was bothering her, she should’ve told me.
And not like that. Not then. Not when I was standing there naked with her taste on my lips.
In the space of one minute, my heart had gone from bursting with affection to throbbing with anguish, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t have all the information.
Hadn’t she been totally into me that night in the dunes?
Could her feelings really have changed so quickly?
It seemed impossible, but what choice did I have but to give her space? Following the incident in the suite, she froze me out and wouldn’t even let me get near her.
Worst of all, my feelings hadn’t changed, and despite the fact that she was treating me like an infectious disease, part of me refused to believe she didn’t want me anymore.
Something else was at play. I was positive, and I had to get to the bottom of it.
Otherwise, she was right. I’d have to leave.
I couldn’t stay here and not be able to touch her. Not now that I had. Not now that I was as infatuated all over again as I’d been when I was seventeen.
But I had to get my head straight, and there was only one person that could help me.
“Christophe,” I said, turning up the volume on my phone. “Is this a good time?”
He laughed. “Call me tonight for a good time.”
“Seriously, man. I need some advice.”
“What kind?”
“I’ve been rejected,” I said.
“Ouch.”
“And I know you know all about that.”
“I beg your pardon?” he asked.
“You know how you sometimes go for a girl and she rejects you, but it’s not real.”
“No means no, Adam.”
“Unless it doesn’t.”
“I’m listening,” he said. “But only because this sounds like a car wreck waiting to happen.”
I sighed. “A few days ago, things were going great. Then all of a sudden, I tell her I love her, and she freaks out and tells me to fuck off.”
“That’s hysterical.”
“I’m failing to see the humor in it myself.”
“First of all,” he said. “Why the hell would you tell her you love her?”
“Because it’s the truth, and I wanted her to know.”
“What did I tell you about cooling your jets?” he asked.
“I guess I forgot and turned them back on again.”
“Well that’s unfortunate because you can undo some mild flirtation, but you can’t take the L word back.”
I scrunched my face. “I’ve fucked everything up, haven’t I?”
“Pretty much.”
“She cares about me, though. I know it.”
“She has a funny way of showing it,” he said.
“Can you help me or not?”
“Will she even talk to you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not really.”
“Well, that’s something.”
I leaned back in my chair. “How is that good?”
“Because it makes me less convinced that she meant what she said.”
I squinted. “What?”
“If she were genuinely over you, she wouldn’t have to go to so much trouble to be a bitch.”
“Okaay.”
“She’d just be like a regular, indifferent mean girl,” he said.
“I’m not sure I’m following.”
“Disgust is not the opposite of love,” he said. “The opposite of love is indifference.”
“So what happened?” I asked. “Did I scare her off?”
“That might be it,” he said. “Or it’s just a classic case of self-sabotage.”
“Self-sabotage?”
“Anyone’s capable of it, but women are the best at it by far.”
“I’m listening.”
“Think about it,” he continued. “If your luck’s been down for as long as you can remember and then it changes, it’s natural to be skeptical.”
“So it’s a self-preservation thing?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Say you’re a recovered gambling addict who’s neck deep in debt and you get a good hand.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Your mind will either trick you into not even realizing you’ve gotten lucky, or you’ll register the hand and fold anyway because you’re afraid to go down that path again.”
“So you’re saying I’m a flush?”
“I’m saying she’s scared.”
I scratched the back of my head. “She didn’t seem scared when she told me to fuck off.”
“Did she use those exact words?” he asked.
“No.”
“Okay, good. Because that’s a pretty clear cut sentiment, and there’s not much reading into it I can do.”
I sighed.
“First things first-”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Can you walk away and forget about her?”
I rolled my eyes. “If I could, would I be calling you?”
“Hey, I had to ask.”
“Did you, though?”
“Sometimes it’s the easiest solution.”
“I can’t walk away, Christophe. I love her. I want to be with her for good.”
“Shit,” he said. “Well that doesn’t leave you with much choice.”
“Go on.”
“There’s really only one thing you can do.”
“Spit it out,” I said.
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to win her back?” he asked. “Including looking like an ass?”
“Yes, of course.”
“God you didn’t even have to think about it.”
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p; “Of course I didn’t! I love her. Are you even paying attention?” I groaned.
“Chill, man. Hear me out.”
I resisted the urge to slump in my chair. “Shoot.”
“It’s grand gesture time.”
“What?”
“Grand gesture time,” he repeated.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you have to do some big, over the top shit to get her attention and prove that you’re not too good to be true.”
“Soo…”
“You have to do such a good job convincing her that you’re serious about her that there can be no doubt left in her mind.”
“A grand gesture? That’s your big idea?”
“Maybe more than one if it’s necessary.”
“And what if it she won’t give me the time of day?”
“Then you’ll have to do something that doesn’t require her permission.”
I pressed my lips together.
“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t do it right away either.”
“No?”
“No,” he said. “Take some time, go over your options, and let her think you’re coming to terms with her bullshit.”
“Why would I do that?”
“For the same reason a lioness will yawn under a tree while she watches an antelope eat grass.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Still on the animal shows then?”
“Say what you want, but I leaned everything I know about timing the perfect pounce from that channel.”
“You’re sure about the grand gesture thing?”
“I’m sure,” he said. “It’s the only way.”
“Is it essential that I make an ass of myself?”
“No,” he said. “Just recommended.”
“Right,” I said, nodding. “And if it doesn’t work?”
“Worst case scenario, she never forgets you.”
It was a far cry from what I wanted, but I suppose it was some consolation.
After all, I sure as shit wasn’t going to forget about her.
Flashback: Jolie
I started looking for Adam as soon as I noticed his parents checking out at reception.
I found him sitting on the curb next to their stuff.
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
He looked over his shoulder and stood up.
“I thought we- I thought you had another week.”