by Kelly, Hazel
Finally, I exhaled everything and looked down at her.
She rolled her head to the side and kissed the inside of my wrist.
A moment later, I collapsed on top of her in a mess of hot flesh, panting against her neck as I relished a happiness I’d forgotten was possible.
Chapter 14: Audrey
I’d definitely crossed the line.
There was nothing harmless about what I’d just done.
And I certainly forgot to leave my feelings out of it.
Of course, there was no way of knowing where he stood. Maybe it was just sex for him. Guys could do that couldn’t they- think with just one head and then switch?
Maybe two heads really were better than one.
Because I was way too sprung after our tryst under the stars. I mean, he went down on me. With enthusiasm. And it wasn’t even my birthday?!
He just did it like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing at all. It was everything. Or at least, I felt everything. And I was still reeling from all the things I wasn’t supposed to feel.
Naturally, I blamed my body and the chemicals he’d fired off in it for part of that.
But what about the other part? What about the part of me that was convinced I really liked him?
This was a disaster. I’d just had the best sex of my life with a guy who was guaranteed to drop from my radar in less than forty eight hours.
Maybe that’s why it was so much fun though. Maybe that’s why he was so into it. Cause he knew I was transient. He knew I’d never expect a box of chocolates or for him to sit through a cheesy romcom with me. He’d never have to meet my parents or hold my hair back. I was just the flavor of the month, a good old American fuck like he hadn’t had in ages.
I hoped I was good anyway.
He certainly seemed happy when it was over, lying spent with a goofy smile on his face that I’m sure reflected my own.
And on some level, even though I enjoyed myself way more than felt safe, maybe I was only able to let myself go like that because I knew it wouldn’t last.
I mean, I was not the kind of girl who talked dirty like that, the kind of girl who begged. In fact, I think most of the guys I hooked up with preferred that I didn’t say anything at all.
But Jack made it fun to say those naughty things, to be someone else for a night. Or was I still myself and he’d just brought out a side of me I’d never seen before?
No. No way. I hadn’t been harboring a hidden fetish for begging for cock like that. That only happened because he brought it out in me. Like he had the power to transform me into some kind of lush creature of the night.
After all, a few days ago I was an unemployed graphic designer whose most exciting relationship with men involved tag teaming Ben & Jerry. And now all of a sudden I was this exotic person who rode on the back of motorcycles and had high stakes injuries, the kind of person who got invited to private rooftop sex parties and got tongue fucked in foreign countries!
Holy shit.
I’d never been so far out of my element… or so supremely satisfied to be there.
Of course, we were both adults. There was no reason to feel embarrassed by the things I’d said. It was just a little bit of sexy fun. Except I didn’t do sexy fun. And yet there I was begging him for it to be time to beg?!
Was I that desperate or did I just feel that safe with him? I didn’t even know his last name for crying out- oh wait, yes I did- Quinn. Jack Quinn. I could picture it on the front of his book right below him standing topless with a stethoscope around his neck, his arms crossed in front of his bulging pecs.
I felt dizzy from the realization. I’d fucked a guy who’d been on Oprah. Or rather, he’d fucked me. And hard, too. In fact, he’d opened me up wider than I even thought was possible.
After we put our clothes on and smiled like idiots through a much needed beer, punctuating the silence by uttering a mixture of polite and impolite compliments, I left.
Naturally, I wondered whether he would’ve suggested we go back to his place if I’d stuck around. And part of me wanted to- probably the body part, which hadn’t felt so delightfully exhausted by another person in some time.
On the other hand, as the high of sex with Jack started to fade, my rational side reared its ugly head, reminding me that this thing with him could only go the way of my last few “relationships.” Because once again, I had feelings for a guy that could never possibly be reciprocated.
I was going to get hurt, and I already knew it.
I did take comfort in the fact that it wouldn’t be personal. At least this time I’d be able to blame unsurmountable geographical obstacles as opposed to my ass or my personality, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be awful.
And going back to his place, sleeping in his armpit nook, and waking up to his sleeping face was only going to make it hurt worse.
So I didn’t even wait for him to invite me back.
Instead, I just thanked him for a perfect night and left, figuring the night couldn’t possibly be improved upon anyway. I mean, I got fucked by a rich doctor with a monster dick under a starry Thai sky.
And when I woke up from this dream, I wanted to be in my own bed.
I insisted Jack stay and have some drinks with his friends. He was reluctant to let me walk back on my own, but I didn’t give him a choice.
Then I smiled like a complete idiot all the way back to the hotel which further convinced me that I’d made the right choice. Because the look on my face was blowing my cover more every minute, and I didn’t want Jack to know how giddy I was over a little bit of Earth shattering sex.
God forbid he realized how pathetically over the moon I was. It might even go to his head- or worse- both of them.
My pussy clenched at the thought as I walked past the front desk, trying to lower the intensity of my smile enough that I wouldn’t seem suspicious. Unfortunately, it was harder than I thought seeing as how my elation felt like it was written all over my face.
In fact, when I turned down the hall to my room and saw my face in the mirror, I was smiling so big I hardly recognized myself. I almost laughed out loud at how silly I looked before shaking my head at my own reflection.
Did I look this stupid right after we had sex? Had he seen this face? Oh god.
Hopefully not. It was not cute to look that ecstatic. So much for playing it cool.
I let myself in the room.
Megan wasn’t back yet which was fine. I didn’t want her to see my face looking like this either. I wanted to tell her about my night like a mature adult, the kind of mature adult that has amazing sex on rooftops all the time.
I grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, lay down on the bed, and sighed. I would never be able to fall asleep in this state.
My body felt like it had been doing cartwheels for two hours and every inch of my skin felt new and important and sexy.
And I wouldn’t have traded that feeling for anything.
Chapter 15: Jack
Nothing helped me relax like emptying my balls into a beautiful woman.
But I couldn’t sleep for anything.
Which was weird.
Usually after some mind-blowing sex I was out like a light, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Audrey, especially Audrey’s face after we had sex.
It was so fucking cute, like she’d had the best orgasm of her life moments before she found out she’d won the lottery.
And even though I’d satisfied a lot of women in my day, something about making her feel that way meant more, and the sense of pride I felt in my chest was tangible.
Though I didn’t know why that was. Surely, a lay was a lay.
But she wasn’t just a lay.
She was more. She was something special. Satisfying a woman like Audrey was a real achievement. She was the kind of girl that was worth impressing, and the fact that I’d succeeded made me feel great… unless she had the world’s best poker face and was actually trying to hide the fa
ct that she’d had a terrible time.
Though I doubted it. I knew women were good actresses, but faking a smile was one thing. Nobody could fake getting that wet. Or fake glowing afterwards like she had when I was done with her.
But I wasn’t done with her.
At least I didn’t want to be. There was so much more I wanted to do with her- to her- and so much more I wanted her to do to me. And she would do it, too. I had no doubt about that.
In fact, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever met a woman who was as curious and enthusiastic about new experiences, and I was thrilled to see that carry over into the bedroom.
And to say she was worth having again was an understatement.
Her body was incredible for one thing. I’d met so many women who were obsessed with trying to eliminate the most womanly parts of their bodies, but she was all natural. Her tits were soft and sensitive, her ass was meaty enough to take a pounding, and her thighs were gorgeous and shapely in a way that made me desperate to get my head between them.
But a hot body wasn’t enough to keep me interested.
A hot body was nothing to celebrate if it just laid there.
But she was so responsive, so willing to please me, and even more importantly, so willing to be pleased. I loved it when a woman wasn’t ashamed to feel pleasure, wasn’t too self-conscious to let herself go.
And Audrey ticked all my boxes.
Just as thoroughly as I’d licked hers.
Oh god I needed to stop thinking about her or I was never going to get to sleep. Or worse, I was going to get hard thinking about her and I’d have to rub one out in order to relax.
But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to save myself for her tomorrow morning. Though the thought of her getting rubbed down in front of me was almost too much of a turn on to handle.
Still, there was no way I wasn’t going to have her again as soon as possible. After all, she’d be all lazy and delicious after her massage. It would be the perfect time for me to take advantage of her, and if her willingness to have a good time tonight was any indication, she’d be up for it.
And I would stop at nothing to make her come even harder next time, to feel me even more. I wanted to fuck her so hard that stupid grin would be stuck on her face for days.
Oh my aching balls. Now that I didn’t have to imagine her body- now that I could picture every gorgeous inch of it- there was no help for me. Every time I closed my eyes, she was there, her chest rising and falling as her pussy dripped between her splayed legs.
Where had she been all my life?! Seattle obviously, but why now? Saying goodbye to her was going to be the gut wrenching.
Of course, I couldn’t think about that now. Or tomorrow. Frankly, I shouldn’t think about it at all. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to dwell on the fact that she had a ticket out of here.
And the thought of how little time I had left with her killed my boner in an instant.
I should’ve invited her back. I should’ve insisted she spend the night at my place. Then I could’ve had my hands on her right now, her breath on my lips, her hair on my pillow.
But I was a fucking coward.
Firstly, I didn’t want to bring her back to my shitty little apartment after I’d pulled out all the stops to impress her earlier in the night. Sure, I had a balcony with a view of the ocean, but it was a studio, and it was less impressive than a college student’s dorm, more mess than personal effects.
And while the way I lived might have been good enough for a one night stand with a less classy girl, it wasn’t good enough for Audrey. She’d be appalled that I lived in such a small space, especially if she compared it to where she was staying.
And I didn’t want to spoil the illusion that my life was fancier than it was.
But that wasn’t the only reason I couldn’t bring her back.
The other was that my Dad was too much of a wild card. There was always a chance I’d be called out in the middle of the night- or worse- that he would fucking show up here stinking drunk, swearing like the star of a budget porno.
And he would definitely spoil the illusion- as well as scare the shit out of her and send her running- which was the last thing she needed on her carefree holiday.
I just hoped she wasn’t offended.
Perhaps if I’d had a few more beers, I might have invited her back, but it was for the best this way. Who was I to spoil her fling? I was just a fantasy for her. This wasn’t real, and I’m sure she didn’t want it to get real.
As a result, there was no reason to tell her any bad news, no reason to peel back the layers so she was forced to see more than she wanted to. I might as well try to make everything as perfect as possible. At least then she would remember her time with me that way.
And it looked like that was the best I could hope for at this stage.
Cause when I’d suggested she stay a few more days, she obviously wasn’t into it. So I needed to respect her wishes, accept that the only shots I could call were in the bedroom, and keep in mind that all we had was the present.
Even if that wouldn’t change the fact that I was totally fucking sprung.
Chapter 16: Audrey
I tried to read in bed for a while, but it wasn’t long before I realized I wasn’t registering a single word that was passing through my field of vision.
Who was I kidding? I couldn’t concentrate on reading at a time like this!
I flipped my ebook back to the beginning of the chapter and closed it. Reading was a waste of time.
I couldn’t think of anything except how awake I was and whether or not Jack was sleeping. Of course, he probably was. After all, that’s what guys did after sex. They passed out. Or at least enough people seemed to be of that opinion that I figured it must be true. Of course, it had been a long time since a man had fallen asleep beside me for the night.
Emmett came back to my apartment once after an office outing, but he was gone in the morning when I woke up. I didn’t even speak to him again until the next workday at which point he didn’t even acknowledge what had happened.
I thought he was being coyly professional. It’s only now that I know he was being an inconsiderate dickwad.
But Jack wasn’t a dickwad. If anything, he was far nicer to me than he even needed to be. I mean, he was hot enough that I would’ve happily let him use me even if he treated me like shit. And I’m not saying that to be down on myself. I just know myself well enough to know that it’s the truth.
Lord knows it wouldn’t have been the first time I let a guy who I thought was out of my league walk all over me. That was sort of my thing. The only mistake I seemed to make more often was eating ice cream for breakfast.
But it seemed like Jack actually gave a shit about my feelings as opposed to only caring about whether or not my pussy was ready for him. So it was a good thing I was leaving soon because that kind of consideration could spoil a girl.
I might start thinking there were actually nice guys out there. Then my expectations would get even more warped than they already were and I’d be alone forever for sure.
Whatever. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I enjoyed the little time I had left with him and harnessed those good feelings to get my life back on track. At least that way, falling too hard for my holiday fling wouldn’t be a complete waste of time.
I turned off the lights around two and closed my eyes, but my brain was still racing. It reminded me of when I used to come home from places where they played the music too loud and my ears felt like they’d never stop ringing. Finally, after what felt like several years of deep breathing, I started to unwind.
But a moment later, I heard the doorknob turn and opened one eye.
The light from the hallway flooded a small section of the opposite wall as Megan tiptoed in and closed the door behind her.
She swore when she bumped into the mini fridge. Then she knocked a bottle of water out of it and it bounced across the floor several times before she could grab it.
By then I had both eyes open and was watching her fumble around in the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted like mine as she wobbled on her heels towards the bed.
Finally, I reached over and turned on the light.
“Well, well, well,” I said. “What do we have here?”
“I’m so sorry!” Her curly hair was wild and her eye makeup was heavily smudged. “Go back to sleep,” she said. “I’ll be quiet.”
I sat up and propped a pillow behind me. “That’s okay. I wasn’t asleep.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Okay good.”
“Though I can’t say the same for the people in the room below us.”
She made a little ‘o’ with her lips and raised her eyebrows. “Have you been back long?”
“A little while,” I said. “Did Matteo drop you off like this?”
“Yes,” she said, falling face down on the bed and kicking her shoes off so they fell to the floor with two soft thuds.
“Good night?” I asked.
She lifted her head and rested her chin in her hands. “Sooo good. I think I might stay here forever.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” She rolled onto her side. “I might just be Matteo’s sex slave from now on. Ya know, let him get me drunk and fuck me every night. Spend my days on the beach.”
“Sounds pleasant.”
“Right?!” She lifted a hand in the air and then dropped it immediately back on the bed as if she needed it to hold on. “I mean, why is this not my real life?!”
“Because life’s a bitch.”
“It’s so unfair,” she said. “I’d totally forgotten what a brilliant little slut I could be after six years of sitting on the couch in sweatpants with Max.”
I sighed.
“Matteo makes me feel so alive.”
“Tell me about it. I’m pretty sure Jack is my soulmate and there’s a parallel universe where we end up together, but by some cruel twist of fate, it isn’t this one.”