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FORGET
By Luke Prescott
FORGET
Copyright © 2017 Luke Prescott
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Chapter One
Brad Payne
My fucking eyes become heavy and I know the responsible thing to do is stop. I should find the closest hotel, pull in and sleep for a few hours. Unfortunately, I’m anything but responsible lately.
All my life I’ve been the guy that wanted to achieve success. I was determined to have what everyone around me considered the perfect life. Good paying job, finding the perfect girl, getting married, buy a house, pop out some kids. I had the ambition. I didn’t fuck around in college. While all my buddies were off getting laid, I was hitting the books. After graduation, I put that degree right to work. I got a job at one of the top law firms in LA and worked my ass off.
Once I was there a few years, it was time to find the perfect girl. Which I did. Melanie Cross. We met at a work gathering. Her dark brown eyes and short blonde hair, pulled me in, but her smile, damn, that’s what took my breath away. Me being a criminal lawyer and her a divorce lawyer, it seemed the perfect match. She understood my grueling schedule, the late nights and even longer days.
Things were playing out exactly how I wanted. I had the job and the girl. And after a year and a half of dating, the next natural step was marriage. I played it out perfectly. Took her to her favorite restaurant, reminisced all night about our time together. When we went back to my apartment, I had a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom. Walking in, the entire room was filled with pink roses, her favorite, and candles. I got down on my knee and asked her to be my wife. After wiping her tears, she agreed and I worshipped her body until dawn.
Everything was perfect. We had just put the deposit down on our house, the wedding was only a few short weeks away and my career was at an all time high. I was the dumb bastard you saw walking around with a grin on his face, just because I was so damn happy.
I lived in the world I carefully created for myself, loving every fucking minute. Until two weeks ago, when my perfect world rained a shit storm on me that just wouldn’t give up.
So, here I am, trying to drive away from that shit storm, determined to make the pain go away. Determined to forget that just a few weeks ago I had everything I thought I needed to be happy. Because it’s become very clear to me that you can’t plan out life, you can’t go around not expecting it to plow into you and have the ground drop out from under your feet. You can’t fucking predict anything.
The only thing you can predict, the only thing that you can take comfort in, is knowing nothing is real. Nothing lasts forever, so you better fucking make the most of that perfect life while you can. Because one minute you’re smiling and the next, you’re driving across the country looking for anything to numb the pain.
Any-fucking-thing.
Chapter Two
I nod off and feel the car drifting, making me snap my eyes open. Fuck. I need to get to a hotel before I end up killing someone. Myself at this point it wouldn’t matter, but I sure as hell don’t want to cause anyone else pain.
There are no signs, I believe I’m in Oklahoma still. So driving down the long stretch of highway, I try to drink the last of the coffee I have in order to stay awake. A half hour later, I finally come up to a hotel. It looks as beat up and run down as I do, but if it has a bed and shower I couldn’t give a fuck right now. I get a room for the night and once inside, I fall onto the bed. Within minutes, I’m lost in my nightmares.
Waking up to the sun trying to break through the dirt on the windows, I stretch and go take a much needed shower. Stripping out of my clothes, I climb in, and let the shitty water pressure trickle over me. I need something more than this drive to forget, I need something that is going to make me feel fucking alive again. Even if it’s only for a while.
I contemplate all the different things I could do as I continue my drive. And the only thing that is doing is making me remember, when it’s the last thing I want to do. Now I’m getting pissed and I figure I’m going to do the one thing I haven’t done since my world crashed around me. I’m going to get trashed.
Making it to Memphis, Tennessee I find the most luxurious hotel I can and check in. Tonight I am going to let the alcohol rush through my veins and cloud my thinking. I want to wake up tomorrow and not remember a thing. Too fucking bad I couldn’t do that a few weeks back.
After sleeping for a few hours, I shower and throw on a pair of jeans and black v-neck shirt. Heading down to the bar, I grab a seat and wait for the bartender to make his way to me.
“Hey man, what can I get you?” he asks, placing a napkin in front of me.
“Hey. Give me a Kamikaze and Blue Moon.”
Nodding his head he makes my shot placing it in front of me, before grabbing my beer.
I toss back the shot, willing it to help. I push the empty glass toward him and nod. “Just start a tab.”
“You got it buddy.”
Three shots and two beers in, I’m feeling myself relax for the first time in weeks. The TV up in the corner of the bar has a football game on, which is a nice distraction. The only other noise is low talking and glasses knocking together. It’s pretty empty, probably because it’s a Wednesday night and most people have a reason to look forward to tomorrow.
“Is this seat taken?”
I turn my head and my eyes collide with the most intense green I’ve ever seen. It’s like they can’t be real, but when her long lashes close around them, I realize they are. She has a smile on her full lips, almost like she’s forcing it the same way I am.
Nodding I gesture to the seat. “No, it’s not.”
“Thanks.”
We sit in complete silence, me focusing on the game and her playing on her phone. She orders a Cosmopolitan and after a few sips, slams her phone down.
“Everything alright?” I ask, not taking my focus off the game.
“Everything is great, life is great. Isn’t that why you’re here?” she asks, taking me by complete surprise.
Turning my head, I lift an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
A smile slowly takes over her face, which I’ll admit is beautiful. “Am I wrong to assume that you don’t normally drink alone at a bar on a Wednesday night?”
For the first time in weeks, I feel a small grin on my lips. “No, I guess you aren’t wrong in assuming that.”
“I didn’t think so. I’m Greta,” she says, extending a delicate hand.
“Brad,” I say, touching her soft skin. “Greta, can I buy you another drink?”
Chapter Three
Greta and I have been drinking for the last few hours. I don’t know what kind of magic this stunning woman has, but she has me laughing, talking, and fuck, even flirting. Although, it may have to do with the fact she’s had her hand on my chest the last half hour.
“How long are you in town for?” she asks, moving her hand down lower.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, you?” We are both just passing through, that
’s the most we decided to share. Not that I would have shared anything with her, I’m here to forget, not talk about it. She seems to want to forget too, and that shit works for me. My hands are so high up on her thighs, the way my thumbs are rubbing her I could touch her pussy at anytime.
“Day after tomorrow.”
My cock gets hard thinking about my thumb brushing against her wet pussy. A smile makes it’s way to my face and I lean closer. “Hey Greta, you want to come up to my room for a while?”
Alright, my game may be off, it’s been so damn long. Fuck, who am I kidding, I never had game, but in the moment, watching her bright green eyes search mine, I regret not having any. Greta, is exactly what I need to forget.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replies.
Fuck. I flag down the bartender and pay for both of our drinks. Standing up, I help her off the high stool. She bites her lip, looking nervous and my pulse picks up. Without a thought, I lean forward and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. She lets out a soft groan as I lick her slit, seeking permission. Opening instantly, the second our tongues collide, I lose it.
Yanking her against me, I deepen the kiss as her arms wrap around my shoulders. One hand finds its way to her round ass, the other wraps in her long brown hair. Her soft moan spurs me on and my fingers sink into her ass, as I explore her mouth.
She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as she searches my eyes. “Take me to your room...now.”
There are no words spoken as we cross the lobby to the elevator, as we travel the elevator up to my room, and even as I slide the card to unlock the door. There are no words spoken. We both know what this is, there is no need to say it out loud. We both want to forget.
I might have no game, but I sure as hell know how to fuck. When she lowers her purse by the door, I push her against it. Her hands go right into my hair, pulling lightly as I kiss my way down her neck. Pinning her arms above her head, I push my knee between her legs. I can feel the rapid pulse in her wrist and realize mine is beating just as fast.
I explore her mouth, until she starts rubbing her pussy on my leg. I pull away. Looking her up and down, I reach down pulling my shirt over my head. Her eyes widen as she takes in my muscular chest. Working out has always been a constant in my life, something that even with my perfect life, I found time for.
She swallows and pulls the sleeves of her dress down, letting it pool at her feet. Standing there with nothing on, but the thin material keeping her pussy hidden from my sight. Fuck, her tits can’t be real, because if they were I’ve just come face to face with perfection. My eyes slowly take in every inch of her, exposed and vunerable to me.
I quickly get out of my jeans and lift her into my arms, my hands digging into her ass. Placing her on the bed, she lays flat as I climb on top of her. Kissing her until she’s rocking her hips beneath me, I move down to those perfect tits. Kissing, sucking, biting. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, as she moans out how good it feels.
Licking a path to her panties, I hook my fingers around the thin material and pull it aside. “Fuck, you’re dripping.” I don’t wait for a reply, I lean forward and suck on her, having her sweet taste coat my tongue.
“Oh God,” she whispers, moving her hips slightly.
Keeping her panties pushed aside, I feast on her. Fucking her with my tongue, my only thought is how badly I want to make her come. To have my tongue covered in her essence as she screams my name. Like a man possessed, I lick, bite, and fuck her sensitive pussy, loving how she gets louder and louder.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she shouts, trembling as her orgasm starts to grow.
“Don’t fight it, Greta. Let go, let me fucking taste you,” I say, peeking up at her.
I bite on her throbbing clit, before fucking her again. She’s close, so using my free hand, I rub her clit, and within seconds, she explodes. Hips lifting off the bed, while I continue to lick her clean. When she relaxes, I pull her panties off and retrieve the condom I have in my wallet. Stripping out of my boxers, I climb back on the bed.
She smiles and I kiss her, letting her taste herself. “So fucking good, but I’m not even close to being done with you,” I say, flipping her over. Pulling her hips up until she’s on her knees, I slap her ass, testing to see if she’s into it. Her hands grab onto the comforter, so I slap her again, and again, and again, until her ass is the perfect shade of pink.
Rolling the condom on, I wrap my fingers into her hair, turning her head to look at me. “Do you think you can handle this, handle me?” I’m taunting her with my words, and teasing her with my cock, rubbing it on her pussy.
“Fuck yes,” she moans.
Pulling her back further, I kiss her roughly. “That’s my girl.”
I slam into her, as I smack her ass. She lets out a scream, and I’m not sure if it’s pain or pleasure, but right now I don’t give a shit. Her pussy is tight, almost too tight. I pull all the way out, and grab her by the throat, pulling her back to my chest. Tightening my hold, I bite her ear. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re a virgin.”
She’s trying to shake her head, but my grip is too strong. “No,” she croaks out, straining to speak.
“This pussy hasn’t been touched in awhile, how long?”
I loosen my hold, allowing her to be able to speak. “Three years,” she admits.
Three years, holy fuck. It’s almost like she’s a virgin again. “It’s time to remember what you’ve been missing.”
I tighten my hold once again and slam back into her. Letting go, I push down on her upper body, keeping only her ass in the air. I pound into her, digging my fingers into her ass. Her tight pussy is gripping my cock so good with every thrust, I drop my head back for a moment, and enjoy how fucking good it feels.
Opening my eyes, I realize I need to get a hold of myself. If I don’t, I’ll be coming before she does, and that is something that I won’t fucking let happen. I slap her ass again and pull out, flipping her onto her back. Before she can even wrap her head around it, I’m fucking her hard and fast. Tossing her long legs over my shoulders, I pinch her hard nipples.
“Oh Brad,” she moans.
“You like it, Greta. My cock pounding into you, making you remember how fucking good it feels.”
“Fuck yes.”
She’s close, I can feel her pussy clamping around me. I rub her clit, and she lets out a loud moan. “Fuck, I feel how close you are. Come on me, Greta. Let me feel you.”
I don’t know how, but I pick up my speed, and pinch her clit. The second I do, she screams my name as her orgasm crashes around her. Watching her come undone is fucking unreal. She’s fucking gorgeous, with her mouth slightly open, hands on her tits, and the look of pure exhilaration on her face. I want it, I need it.
I roll us, so she is now on top looking down at me. She’s breathing heavily from her release, as my hands rub her thighs. “I made you come twice, my turn. Make me fucking come. Ride me, hard.”
She rocks her hips, slowly. It’s like a fucking tease, and I need more. Grabbing her ass, I help her find a rhythm. It doesn’t take long before she is fucking me just how I need it. Watching her above me, her hair falling around her face, her tits bouncing and her green eyes locked on mine, it’s like a fucking dream. She’s gorgeous, sexy as hell and damn, she knows how to ride my cock.
“Keep going, Greta. Make me come, make me forget,” I groan.
Her hands are on my calves and she thrusts her hips, making me feel it everywhere. Digging my fingers into her ass, I feel my release chasing me. I don’t fight it, I let this beautiful woman be my undoing.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Brad, I’m going to come again,” she whispers, picking up her pace.
Rubbing her clit, her pussy squeezes me. “Fuck, Greta. Come with me,” I shout, locking onto her lust-filled eyes.
The second she comes on me, my releases follows. The pain, the anger, the hurt. It all pours out, as my release washes over me.
After we both recove
r, I pull her into my arms, and kiss her forehead. Her small arms, wrap around my waist, and she places a small kiss on my chest.
“This was, damn. I don’t even have the words,” she quietly whispers.
Tightening my hold, I grin. “Yeah, I know.”
I don’t even realize that we fall asleep, until I wake up at five in the morning. Getting out of bed, I toss on my clothes and wash up in the bathroom. Grabbing my bag, I sling it over my shoulder, and stand back to admire the beautiful woman tangled up in the blanket, naked on the bed.
Nodding my head, I turn and walk out with a grin on my face. I can breathe, it may be temporary, but Greta just made me forget.
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