Their Confession

by S. Valentine

  “Pretty much. Although I suppose one can never have enough clothes.” Mallory took hold of the manuscript Gabi had been reading and cast her eyes on it. After a couple of seconds silence, she said, “Are you thinking of a shopping trip?”

  “I’m free later if you are. I wouldn’t mind a new dress.”

  “Sounds like a plan. How’s Darion?”

  “He’s fine. And Steve?”

  “He’s good. We haven’t had a holiday in so long, Gab. I cannot wait to be on the beach with a cocktail.”

  “Don’t forget to take lots of photos.”

  “Oh believe me, I won’t.” Mallory placed the manuscript down. “I like the sound of this story.”

  “Yeah, I’m enjoying it. I think it will do really well.”

  Mallory downed the last of her coffee and rose to her feet. “I’ll meet you by the elevators later.”

  “Sure.”

  When the door closed after her, Gabi sent Darion a text message.

  Gabi: Pack your cases. We’re going to London on the weekend. x

  Just as she tapped her computer keyboard to check for new emails, her mobile began buzzing, sliding all over her desk. Glancing down at the screen, she saw Darion’s handsome face.

  “Hi.”

  “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” The sound of his sultry voice sent a shiver down her spine.

  “Yes, it is. You just wait and see the spa hotel I’ve booked. It’s gorgeous.”

  “Send me the bill. I’ll pay for it.”

  “I’ve already paid. It’s my treat.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Gabi.”

  “Relax.”

  “Well, in that case, I’m paying for everything else in London.”

  “Whatever.” She giggled. “So, how’s your day going?”

  “I’ll have a new bar to run next week.”

  She gasped. “That quick?”

  “I’m only renting. But I need to do something before I go fucking crazy. I’ll see how it goes for a few months, and then look at places to buy.”

  “Is it in Westhaven?”

  “It’s a couple of streets away from The Black Door.”

  “That’s great news.” Not.

  “It’s called Retox.”

  “Nice.”

  “Am I seeing you later?”

  “I’m going shopping with Mallory, but I’ll be back about nine.”

  “I’ll see you then.”

  “Bye.”

  Gabi slipped her shoes on and swung in her chair so she was facing the window. Dark clouds were gathering ominously overhead. The sun cast an orange glow over the busy street. Everyone appeared to be in some mad rush. It was probably the fear of predicted rain. Taking steps to get a clearer view, she placed her palm on the window pane. She screwed her face up when a woman with dark, sleek hair resembling Eva strode by. So Darion had a new bar. She groaned inwardly. She’d wished he was far away from his past, not within walking distance.

  She twisted around when her office phone began ringing. Answering it, it was the last person she expected to hear from, especially after everything.

  “Why are you calling me, Lawrence? I thought I told you never to contact me again.”

  “I was kind of hoping you’d contact me,” he responded.

  “Why would I do that?” she snapped. Was he deluded?

  “I was hoping you’d finally seen the light of day and give me another chance. I guess you don’t know about Darion’s little secret yet.”

  She was unable to move or speak for a moment. What secret? Did Lawrence know about the text messages, calls, and meetings? If so, how? She hesitated for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll soon find out, I expect.”

  “Why are you playing games? Just tell me what you know.”

  “Goodbye, Gabi,” he said. “When you find out, remember I’m here for you. I’m always willing to give things another go.”

  Before she could reply, the line went dead. Gabi sat there bewildered, staring at the phone in her hand. Lawrence knew something she didn’t. She closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself. She contemplated calling Darion and demanding answers. But then again, maybe that was Lawrence’s plan. He’d always been good at stirring up trouble. She decided not to confront Darion, and give Lawrence any satisfaction. Whatever Darion wasn’t telling her, he’d confide in her eventually. Wouldn’t he?

  ***

  After a long day, Gabi collapsed on her bed with a yawn. There were several shopping bags on the floor but she didn’t have the energy to put them away. She was sure she’d purchased everything she needed for the weekend break: a couple of new bikinis, a dress for the evening, and new make-up. Stripping her clothes off, she climbed under the covers and reached for the television remote. She flicked through the channels and settled on Breaking Bad. She needed to stay awake. Darion was on his way over.

  It was half an hour later when the sound of the doorbell reverberated through the apartment. She slipped on her blue silk nightdress and trudged barefoot toward the door. Darion was leant against the frame, wearing black jeans and matching t-shirt, which clung to his impressive biceps. His hair was gelled back neatly, hanging down the nape of his neck. A cigarette was hanging from his mouth, the smoke obscuring her view for a second. He stepped forward and she noticed his gaze sweep over her appreciatively, his irises sparkling with interest.

  “A dirty weekend is the best idea you’ve ever come up with.” His lips wrapped around his cigarette and he slowly blew out smoke before flicking it to the grass.

  Gabi closed the door when he entered, and led him toward the bedroom. “I was thinking more romantic.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He laughed a dirty sounding laugh. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

  Before she knew it, he shoved her onto the bed, and lay on top of her. His lips curled into a devilish smile as he slipped down the strap of her nightdress, freeing her breast. Gabi’s cheeks grew warm as she became coy at his intense scrutiny. His gaze didn’t leave hers when he swirled his fingertip around her nipple. It stiffened and tingled instantly. His face hovered over hers, making her stomach clench in anticipation. She knew he was about to kiss her. Every time he kissed her, it may as well have been the first ever kiss, for it filled her with excitement.

  His lips captured hers, sucking on them gently. Gabi mirrored his actions until his tongue slipped in. She wrestled with it, her hands delving into his hair. It was slow, soft, and comforting. Drunk on endorphins, her only desire was to be close to him.

  She hoped whatever obstacle was standing in their way could be overcome. She hoped it was all just a misunderstanding; which was why Darion hadn’t mentioned anything. All she wanted from him was stability, commitment, and love.

  “I love your body,” he murmured, his soft, seductive tone hypnotising her.

  She arched her back and curled up her toes when he sealed his mouth over her breast. His warm, wet tongue circling her nipple sent shivers down her spine. When his suction got fast and greedy, his hand massaging her other breast, she writhed impatiently. He rubbed his erection against her, causing her body to burn in pleasure.

  “Ah, Darion…” She thrust her chest upwards, the licking and nibbling driving her insane.

  “Mmm…” he groaned. “I could worship this body for hours.”

  Gabi frantically yanked his t-shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, solid chest. When he removed her nightdress and their bare skin collided, she closed her eyes, sighing in delight.

  “Let’s watch a movie,” he suggested on a wicked smile, climbing to his feet. He grabbed the TV remote and began scrolling through the channels. He settled on an X-rated movie. Moaning and groaning filled the air, and Gabi was unable to turn her attention away from the big screen before her. A handsome tattooed man was pleasuring two women at the same time. He used his tongue to tease the blonde, and a vibrator to tease the brunette. Gabi focused on their
flawless bodies, how they writhed in pleasure, the sounds they made as they exposed themselves completely.

  “You like watching other people, don’t you, baby?” Darion asked softly, as he slowly unzipped his jeans.

  “Sometimes,” she responded. Gabi had observed many intimate scenes at The Black Door, and they had, in fact, aroused her.

  She turned to study Darion for a moment. His predatory stare was fierce on her. His tongue darted out and he licked his lips before a smug smile appeared. He wriggled out of his jeans, his erection springing free. Gabi took in every inch of his perfect nakedness. Desire coursed through her blood, the raw passion between them as strong as ever.

  “Do you want me?” he asked softly, challenging her with a lift of his brow.

  Gabi nodded, although he already knew the answer. She could never resist.

  “How about we make use of our Ann Summer purchases?”

  He slid to his knees and ducked under the bed. He returned with the pink box of kinky goodies. Some of the stuff Darion had chosen, and she had no idea what they were for. She recognised the vibrators, all in different colours, shapes and sizes, butt plugs, cock rings, jiggle balls, beads, blindfolds, masks, whips, paddles, and lubricants.

  His hand curled around something before she got a chance to see it. The bed dipped as he crawled toward her. She gripped hold of the covers when his tongue met her leg. It trailed upwards at a leisurely pace. She watched curiously as he worked his way toward her thigh. Then he glanced up at her, a raw animalistic hunger showing. He didn’t need to seek permission. He had an open invitation to do anything he wanted. As if knowing this, he chuckled lightly.

  He bowed his head, lapping slowly at her throbbing clit. Gabi wriggled in frustration, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, wanting and needing more. His warm, wide tongue sent her senses reeling. He slid his hands under her buttocks to lift her closer.

  “Ah…don’t…stop…” she murmured.

  His fingers plunged in, causing her pelvis to throb and burn. She rocked her hips and his tongue movements got faster. As always, he knew exactly what he was doing with that skilled tongue of his. She could easily orgasm from oral sex alone.

  Fixated on the TV again, she gasped when lubricant was spread between her legs. Darion ordered her to relax. Something cold prodded into her anus and her sex. It was the gold double stimulation vibrator. She cursed loudly, but still Darion slowly pushed further. The toy began vibrating, causing her to throw her head back in despair. As Darion increased the speed, she bit her hand to suppress her moans. It was unfamiliar, especially there. Darion slowly eased it in more. Gabi waited for the pain to subside. When it finally got all the way in and her body accepted it, it was pleasurable.

  “Darion!” she hissed, clenching her eyes shut as the vibrations got even faster.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded, indicating for her to watch the movie.

  She did as instructed. The thick vibrator sliding in and out of her back passage and her sex simultaneously made her tremble violently. She wasn’t sure she could handle it. Then Darion’s free hand began circling her clit too. Her body was full and overstimulated in every possible pleasurable way, except for her nipples. She tweaked them repeatedly, thrusting her hips upwards, wanting more. Needing more.

  “Faster…” she whimpered.

  Darion followed her orders, and leant closer, watching the toy moving in and out of her. “You’re soaking wet,” he whispered, pleased.

  The man in the movie was now pounding into the blonde incessantly, his head buried between the brunette’s legs. The cries became louder, further turning Gabi on. Darion increased the speed of the vibrator again, making her thrash about, close to sobbing. It was way too intense.

  It was clear he was loving every moment. Continuing to control the vibrator, his other hand now slid up and down his shaft. When his grip got firmer, and his movements faster, pleasured grunts spilled from his mouth. He matched the rhythm of his pumping to the plunging of the toy. They were both in pure ecstasy.

  “Get here,” Gabi pleaded. Her insatiable need for him to be inside her grew.

  She shuffled sideways on the bed so he could enjoy the movie also. The removal of the toy was worth it when Darion guided his cock to her drenched entrance. Nothing was as good as the real thing. He rubbed up and down a few times, making her stomach tighten. Teasing her with the tip, he licked his lips slowly, his dark, hungry stare on her.

  She waited in anticipation for his next move. She never knew whether he’d enter her teasingly slow, or forcefully fast. He was gentle when he made love to her, and dominating when he fucked her. She liked both equally.

  Slowly easing himself in, his thumb met her clit again. He circled it, sending delightful tremors rushing through her body. Sliding in deeper, she cried out when he completely filled her. As he worked his hips back and forth, her muscles clenched, tightening around him.

  “Oh…yes…” she murmured weakly. “Don’t stop…”

  He continued to plunge into her at a steady, controlled pace, his thumb still massaging her throbbing clit. Their eyes were transfixed on the movie, which heightened the excitement. It was unbelievably erotic.

  “Did you like the vibrator?” Darion asked between grunts, still watching the threesome before him.

  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

  His top lip curled back over his teeth wickedly, and he picked up the rhythm. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, and she winced as he filled her even deeper. As he rammed into her fiercely, the pressure began to build. Her trembling intensified.

  “You ready?” he asked, grinding into her deeper, building up speed.

  “Almost…”

  He pounded in and out. In and out. Each slam sent her closer to the climax she desperately craved. She cocked her head to the side, and almost came on the spot. She could see his fit, firm ass in the mirror behind him. The muscles in his cheeks clenched as he pounded back and forth. His smooth back and strong shoulders were a delight to take in.

  She bucked her hips upwards, moving with him in sync. She reached down and massaged her clit, fast, circular movements. She loved the sounds of his appreciative grunts at each and every thrust.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his features contorting.

  “Now, Darion…” she groaned.

  They focused on the movie again as they climaxed together. Their bodies shuddered violently, their moans filling the air. They continued to rock until they were fully satisfied. Gabi’s weak legs dropped from his shoulders, and Darion fell onto her.

  She wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead and squeezed her lids shut. Her whole body was sore and aching. She could think of nothing better than having a warm shower, and falling into a deep, peaceful sleep with him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Darion

  Darion stepped into the hospital. He got an instant whiff of disinfectant. It made his stomach churn with the need to release vomit. The floor squeaked with each step he took, and whimpering sounds met his ears. Everywhere he looked he saw bad news: the upset expressions on people’s faces, the cautionary signs on the walls to check your body for lumps, the images showing the effects of smoking. He hated hospitals. Most of all, he hated going for news. He’d tried to avoid attending, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he had to face the music.

  Please don’t let it be bad, he prayed. Please let everything be okay. When he was before the receptionist, he provided his name and informed her he was a little late for an appointment. He waited patiently whilst she tapped away on her computer. Looking over the rim of her glasses, she provided him with directions to room 401.

  Darion inhaled air. At that moment in time, there was only one person he needed to be concerned about. He had made a mistake once, he wasn’t about to make any more. He brushed his hands through his hair and paused outside the room. Tapping lightly on the door, he took a step back. A nurse answered.

  “Mr.
Milano?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  “Come in. We didn’t know whether to expect you.”

  “Better late than never,” another voice came from inside the room.

  As he entered, it took all of his willpower to lift his eyes from the ground and look up. It was as if his brain and heart had stopped functioning properly, for he didn’t know what to think or feel.

  “Mr. Milano, please sit,” the nurse instructed with a friendly beam.

  He slowly sank onto the plastic chair.

  “It’s not all bad news,” she reassured him. “Oh, before I forget, here is a clinic which will take a sample for testing for you. Summer Row Clinic.” She slid a leaflet toward him. “If you ring that number, you will get an appointment fairly quickly.”

  “How long will it take until I get the results?”

  “Five to ten days is the usual waiting period.” The nurse glanced down at the papers on her desk. “So, let’s discuss the news you came to hear today.”

  He apologised when his mobile started ringing. Checking the caller ID, it displayed it was Gabi.

  “Mr. Milano, your mobile should have been switched off when you entered the hospital.”

  “Sorry,” he said again, with a cough, his throat having become dry.

  Switching the mobile off, he slid it back into his pocket. He listened to what the nurse had to say for the next half hour. Afterwards, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, he called the clinic. He was relieved when they told him they had a free slot that day due to a cancellation. A part of him didn’t want to go, whereas another part of him wanted it over and done with.

  “I’ll be there,” he said before ending the call.

  He made it his mission to ensure he had the best time with Gabi in London, for when the results came through, it could change everything.

  ***

  Gabi

  Friday evening, Gabi was unable to contain her excitement. Her lesson at the Dance Academy and the week at Miller & Co had flown by. She was in desperate need of an indoor heated pool and a massage. Although Darion had seemed a bit on edge the last time she had seen him, and had something on his mind, she could see he was still looking forward to their getaway. She hadn’t noticed any more strange incoming texts or calls on his mobile, although she still planned to get to the bottom of it.