by A. Anders
Rolling out of bed at eleven, Cristiano fixed himself something to eat and stared at his phone. He didn’t remember whether or not he had done it but Lucy’s number was very easy to find in his contact list. She was under Lucy, Hollingsworth, fiancé, and hot girl. This didn’t feel like something he would do. But from what he knew about Lucy, this had her fingerprints all over it.
Grabbing an early lunch, Cristiano thought about what he was going to say. It was then that he learned that he wasn’t great with words. He just needed to call her and get it over with. But considering that they had been engaged — supposedly — he would have to do it in person.
Picking up the phone there was a part of him screaming for him to stop. The part that screamed for him to continue was louder and came from below his waist. That was the part that won.
“Lucy, do you think that we can get together and talk?” He asked her nervously.
“Of course,” she said cheerfully. “Would you like me to come over?”
“How about if we meet for coffee. I discovered this great coffee place across the street from where I work. I think it’s called… Starbucks. Have you heard of it?”
“Starbucks? Yeah. I think I’ve heard of it,” Lucy said amused.
“Then how about we meet there at three?”
“Sure. I’ll see you then,” she said before hanging up.
Cristiano wasn’t sure why he had set it for so far in the future. Maybe he wanted more time to think about what to say. Maybe he was just being a chicken shit and trying to delay the inevitable.
Whatever the reason, he now had three hours to kill. He spent it doing his favorite pastime, searching his computer for hints to who he was. It was hard for him to keep Pete out of his mind as he did it, though. Cristiano was amazed by the effect that Pete had on him. It seemed unexplainable but maybe the answer lay in his forgotten past.
When the time came, Cristiano gathered himself, took a last look in the mirror and then headed to the coffee shop where he had met Pete. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Was he doing the right thing? He had to have been. Wouldn’t it have been worse to pursue whatever it was with Pete while doing it behind Lucy’s back? There were no great solutions here. This was the best of a bad lot.
Entering early, Cristiano found Lucy already there. He hadn’t expected that. She waved to him calling him over. In front of her sat two large cups.
“Hey! I got you something. I think it’s your favorite. I just said think,” she emphasized playfully.
“What is it?” He asked.
“It’s a latte.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s like a coffee with a lot of milk.”
Cristiano shifted his eyes from Lucy to the large cup in front of him. He slowly took a sip. It wasn’t great. His instinct was to get his coffee black and this was the opposite. It was a sweet gesture on her part, though, no matter how completely wrong it was.
“Thank you,” he said graciously.
Lucy smiled joyfully. “I’m glad you like it.”
Cristiano fell silent trying to figure out what to say next. When he spoke it seemed sudden. “Lucy, I think we should stop being engaged.”
“What?” Lucy said seeming blindsided.
“Yeah. I don’t know if it’s fair to you or to me if we keep doing this even though, I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
Tears rolled down Lucy’s face. “But can’t we try to get to know each other again?”
“Well, that’s just it. I don’t think we ever knew each other. I guess you said that it was the sex. Was that what kept us together? That’s great, but it isn’t a whole hell of a lot.”
“So you want us to break up? You don’t even want to try and fix things?”
“I’m not saying that we should break up. I’m just saying that we should no longer be engaged. How about we date, see how it goes, and just take it from there?”
“I don’t understand,” she said starting to lose her composure. “Where is this coming from? Is it because of the things that I said were your favorites? I told you, I’m sorry about that. I promise I won’t try anything like that again.”
Cristiano hung his head. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Did you meet someone else?” She offered as a preposterous explanation.
Cristiano looked up.
“You met someone else?” Lucy asked stunned.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“When? How? You only moved out of my place three days ago.”
“It happened suddenly. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve been struggling to try. But the truth is that I have met someone, my feelings are strong, and it would be unfair to you if we continued to be engaged with me feeling the way I do.”
That was as honest as Cristiano knew how to be. He couldn’t bring himself to go into great detail but she got the gist of it. He had met someone else, he had feelings for them, and that was all that mattered.
“I can’t believe it. I knew that if you had the chance to meet someone else, you would leave me. I can’t believe that I gave up everything for you?”
“You gave up everything?” He asked unsure what she was talking about.
“Everything! My father made me choose between you and my allowance and I chose you,” she said with an exasperated smile. “How stupid was I?”
“You weren’t stupid at all. I’m not saying that this is permanent. If I can just get my memory back maybe everything could return to the way it was. But for right now, I can’t pretend about what I’m feeling. And you have to believe me, what I’m feeling isn’t fair to you.”
“So is this it, then?”
Cristiano thought about the question. Would it be easier on her if he told her that this was it instead of dragging it out? “Yes, this is it,” he confirmed feeling the echoes of a broken heart. “I don’t want to lead you on. And seriously, what I’m feeling is unfair to you. This is for the best. I’m sorry.”
With that, Cristiano got up took his latte and walked back home. He didn’t look back.
As heartbreaking as that all was, the further he got from the coffee shop, the more he thought about Pete. Cristiano had done the right thing and now he was free to do whatever.
His pulse increased thinking about the things that he might do. When the door of his apartment was in sight and he knew that the remains of his previous life were behind him, he retrieved his phone and called Pete.
“Hello?” Pete said to the unknown number.
“Pete. This is Cristiano.”
“Cristiano?” He said smiling through his voice.
“I am no longer engaged. I’m a free man.”
“Really?” Pete said anxiously.
“Yeah. I was wondering, would you like to come by?”
There was silence on the phone for only a moment.
“I’ll be at your place in ten minutes,” Pete said slowly drowning in lust.
“I’ll be here,” Cristiano said sure about what would happen next.
When Cristiano opened the front door finding Pete there, Pete marched forward grabbing Cristiano by the collar. Pressing their lips together the two men were animals grabbing and clawed at one another. Shirt buttons exploded and clothes ripped as Cristiano tore off anything between him and his lover’s naked body.
Pushed against the wall, Pete rolled knocking over the television. That didn’t stop either of them. When Cristiano grabbed Pete’s hair and yanked his head back, he wiped his face across his lover’s neck and inserted his tongue into Pete’s ear.
Not stopping there, Cristiano yanked at Pete’s pants. He could feel Pete’s hard cock within. It was large. It stretched across his waist and poked out past his hip. Cristiano couldn’t wait to get at it. Undressing him, Cristiano pushed him down the hallway until he tripped and landed on the bed.
Stunned for a moment, Pete turned and focused on Cristiano. Tearing his shirt off and pulling at his belt, Cristiano’s rippling abs glistened
with sweat. Cristiano was perfect looking in every way and when his hard cock popped out from beneath his shorts, Pete couldn’t resist but to grab his lover and toss him onto the bed beside him. Climbing on top of him, he took Cristiano’s beautiful cock into his mouth.
Cristiano had never felt anything like it, at least he didn’t think he had. Pete’s juicy mouth covered his cock with warmth. Stroking him, Pete circled the edge of his head with his tongue. Cristiano grabbed the sheets and lifted his chest in ecstasy.
If Cristiano didn’t stop him he knew that he would blow right there. He didn’t want that so instead, he grabbed Pete by the hair, tossed him onto his stomach and then spread his legs preparing him for Cristiano’s cock.
Not having to be told, Cristiano spit in his hand and rubbed it onto Pete’s asshole. As he did, he shoved his thumb in. Pete yelped.
“Shut up,” Cristiano ordered. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked moving his lips inches from Pete’s ear.
“Yes,” Peter whispered with desperation in his voice.
“Yes, who?” Cristiano demanded.
Pete paused. “Yes, Sir?”
“Good boy,” Cristiano said before perching his cock on Pete’s hole and thrusting into him.
Pete groaned under the force of Cristiano’s sex. Cristiano was merciless. The sound of Cristiano’s groin slapping against Pete’s ass echoed across the room like gunshots.
When Cristiano rolled Pete onto his back, grabbed his legs and forced his knees into his chest, he looked down at the overwhelmed Pete with disregard. Shoving his cock into his lover again Cristiano watched as Pete’s expression went from exasperation to ecstasy. As it did Cristiano grabbed Pete’s huge cock and stroked it vigorously.
Feeling the tingling shoot up his legs, Cristiano’s breaths quickened. An explosion was coming. Pete’s rigid cock flinched and froze just as Cristiano’s balls jumped and shot a gusher of cum. As Pete felt the juices layer his insides, he screamed and released a rainbow of cum of his own.
Cristiano could barely see after that. The rush that came with his explosive ecstasy had taken away his sight. With pleasure washing through him he knew where he wanted to be. Dragging his still hard cock out of Pete’s tender ass, he climbed his lover’s body and locked his lips on Pete’s.
Their two tongues touched. Still barely able to catch his breath, Cristiano tried to pull Pete’s mouth into his own. Cristiano felt drunk and stoned all at once. He couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable than this. And when he finally let Pete’s mouth go and instead wrapped his arms tightly around Pete’s body, Cristiano did everything he could to stop himself from crying.
There was something painfully unfamiliar about this feeling. It was something that Cristiano was sure that he had never felt before. Why hadn’t he, though? Why in God’s name had he waited so long?
Lucy
Chapter 7
When Lucy left the coffee shop, she was devastated. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she did her best to not sob profusely. Her world had been ripped apart. How had all of this happened? In one moment she had a guy that loved her and had wanted to marry her and in the next, she was alone and brokenhearted.
What made the situation worse was that there was no transition. When relationships ended there was usually a lead-up. Perhaps there were a few more fights. Perhaps there was an unspoken tension that a partner could sense.
In this case, there was nothing. There was no warning that there would be a car crash. There was no warning that he would pull away and immediately find someone else.
Driving home Lucy cried uncontrollably. She couldn’t take the pain. Everything was too intense. She knew she had to escape what she was feeling and arriving at her condominium she hurried to her condo and typed on her computer.
A flight to Mexico was leaving in two hours. The cost of the ticket would be $3000 but she didn’t care. She needed to get out of there. She needed to pretend like none of this was happening.
Dragging out her suitcases she began loading them with clothes. She couldn’t think straight so she packed everything. Not knowing how long she would be gone, she had clothes for all occasions. It was more clothing than she could possibly need.
Calling a taxi, in an hour she was gone. Two hours later she was on a flight to Cancún. Four hours after that she was landing at the airport and tipping someone generously to carry her bags to her taxi.
From there she went to Le Blanc Spa Resort. It was the only place that she could see herself staying. And, of all of the times in her life, it was now that she most needed a little bit of luxury to make everything feel all right.
Checking into the penthouse suite, she looked out of the sliding glass doors at the soft white sand and incredibly perfect blue water. Staring at the couples on the beach she thought about Cristiano. Her heart wrenched and tears soon followed.
In the lap of luxury, she collapsed onto the floor unable to hold herself together a moment more. Bellowing with agony, Lucy felt like there was a knife in her heart. Thoughts of Cristiano twisted it. How would she be able to carry on after this? Was her life even worth living?
Lucy laid on the cold marble floor for what felt like hours. Exhausted and dehydrated from crying, she peeled herself up and stumbled across the room to the bed. Unable to sleep she found the room service menu. Calling the kitchen, it was closed.
Calling the concierge next, she had him find the closest restaurant and order the first five entrées no matter what they were. Price was no concern, of course. She just didn’t want to have to think or make any decisions.
She figured that when the food arrived she would pick at one of the plates and throw the rest away. When the food arrived, however, none of it went to waste. Stuffed, she fell into a food coma and slept until late the next morning.
The next day was much the same as the last night. Unable to get herself to leave her room, she spent much of the morning crying in bed ordering room service. This went on for the next three days. When she finally had the strength to leave her room, it was for a two-hour spa appointment. It was the massage that she most looked forward to. As vulnerable as she felt, she really needed to be touched.
Alberto was her misuse. He was a powerfully built man with large hands. He reminded her of Cristiano. No one was quite as good looking as Cristiano, but if she closed her eyes, she knew she could turn Alberto into the man who had broken her heart.
“Please get undressed to your comfort level and lay face down on the table. There is a towel on the stand. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told her in his subtle Spanish accent.
Knowing what she wanted, Lucy got naked and set her clothes aside. Retrieving $1000, she placed it on a side table and fanned it out so that Alberto would see it. She then laid face down on the massage table completely nude leaving the towel where it was.
Lucy laid with her face in the face pad and her eyes closed. Alberto re-entered without a word. Her heart thumped wildly. She didn’t want to have to explain anything and she couldn’t take another rejection.
Luckily, she wouldn’t have to. Alberto shuffled for a moment out of sight and then approached Lucy who lay on the table. Terrified by what she would find, she forced herself to open her eyes. She could see his legs. Whereas before he was wearing something that resembled nurse scrubs, his legs were now bare. He had undressed. Lucy was about to get what she needed and the thought of it almost brought her to tears.
Alberto’s strong hands pushed and squeezed Lucy’s ample flesh. He really knew what he was doing. Slowly working his way down her body, she parted her legs. Alberto accepted the invitation and slid his fingers between her thighs and onto her pussy. The lotion was warm. As it tickled her lips into blooming, he used his other hand to firmly massage her ass.
Using more and more pressure, Alberto’s finger found Lucy’s loosening hole. Varying the pressure, his finger slipped into her. Lucy inhaled deeply. It felt so good to feel someone inside of her again. And when she imagined it was Cristiano’s fing
ers entering, her pulse quickened and she made a motion to roll onto her back.
Alberto released his grip on her and allowed her to roll over. Facing the ceiling with her eyes still closed, she felt a pair of hands grab her breasts. They squeezed firmly. Cristiano had never been so gentle.
Still being massaged, Lucy felt a large body climb on top of her. She imagined Cristiano’s eyes peering into her own. He was gorgeous. His strong cheekbones, his buttery-smooth, darkly-tanned skin, Cristiano was perfection. Then when she felt Cristiano’s cock rub against her clit and push into her pussy, she opened her mouth welcoming Cristiano’s tongue.
As she lay there imagining her ex, she thought about how different her ex’s movements felt now. Usually, he had long strokes. This time they were shorter and more deliberate.
This time Cristiano’s hands never stopped moving. Even when one of them left her breast it reappeared circling her clit driving her towards ecstasy.
In her head, she heard Cristiano speak. “I love you,” he proclaimed. “I will never leave you. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he declared making Lucy feel so good inside.
When Lucy felt that she couldn’t feel any better, she felt Cristiano’s lips and cock pull away from her. Cristiano was slowly kissing a trail down her body. Stopping briefly on her nipples, he carried on.
Kissing her under her breast and then her belly, Cristiano’s lips crossed her waistband and kissed her bush. Quickly after that, he found her clit. Moving like he had never moved before, his tongue dragged Lucy to the edge and pushed her off the cliff into orgasm.
Lucy moaned not caring who heard. This felt so good. Grabbing his hair she pushed his tongue against her. Her body was becoming sensitive but that didn’t stop her. She would have pushed Cristiano into her body if she could. She couldn’t, though. So after her climax peaked and started to decline, Lucy released her fantasy allowing her proxy for Cristiano to get up and get dressed.