33. Thirty-Three
Thirty-Three
DYLAN
Saturday
L ooking back, it's jarring to remember how the day started compared to how it ended.
The morning sunshine streamed in through the windows, casting a beautiful golden glow across the hotel bed.
Brax was sleeping soundly beside me.
We came back to The Dalton late the night before, indulging in room service and having non-stop sex.
The first fuck back at the hotel was hard, passionate and fast. Like the few hours it had been since we'd had sex on the beach had been too long.
The second time was slow and romantic. Probably what you’d classify as love-making. It felt like we'd fucked on a spiritual level.
I replayed the moment he told me he loved me over and over again. And that had done something to my insides that I couldn’t explain. If I had any doubts about how he felt, they were all but gone.
It didn't occur to me then, but I hadn't said it back.
Our final night together was here. Both of us were attending the Building and Design Expo gala dinner, but we would be seated at different tables. Brax was assigned to the Omega table, while I would be with my work colleagues.
The rules were unspoken, but clear: we would have to pretend to be nothing more than professional acquaintances.
We knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Brax and I were committed to each other, if only in secret.
I rolled over and stared at him, the sheets only just covered his strong hips.
His tattooed chest expanded with each inhale and exhale. Each breath brought the brutal imagery of apex predators with viking weaponry to life.
Some would find him terrifying.
I found him heavenly.
Tattooed on his arms were galaxies, lyrics from songs, symbols like lightning bolts, anchors, and diamonds. He really was a walking work of art.
I yanked the sheets down over his hips.
Gently, I dragged one of my nails on his chest, all the way down to his thickness and brought his dick towards my mouth.
I sank down between his legs as he stirred, blood already rushing, making him harder by the second. I licked up and down his shaft, before wrapping my lips around his tip.
He groaned, his eyes opening in surprise.
His first words of the day were, "Holy shit."
Slowly, I awakened his body.
With his cock in my mouth, I dug my nails into his chest and felt him shudder. He grabbed my head in both hands, and gently pumped himself into my mouth.
I slid one of my hands down between my legs.
Brax saw I was touching myself and motioned for me to sit on him.
He didn’t need to ask me twice.
I crawled up his body like a spider, dragging my hardened nipples along his legs, then chest, before dropping them into his mouth.
He caressed me gently, softly licking and sucking my nipples.
Reaching behind myself, I guided him to my center. I slowly sank onto him, taking him inch by inch as he continued to kiss, suck and lick my tits. Once I was completely seated, I sat up right. “Good morning, angel.”
He lazily smiled at me, grabbing onto my hips and began to slowly pump up into me.
I ran my hands up my body and into my hair which was messy and windswept from the day before.
I felt wild.
Unrestricted.
Loved wholly.
I draped my hands over my breasts as we fucked each other awake. The feeling of him filling me caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
I pinned him to the bed, placing my hands on his chest. I rode him for a little while, his hands loosely holding on to my hips.
After a few moments, he sat up, deep inside of me and pulled me towards him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
His breath felt warm on my collarbone as we fused together, fucking each other like it might be the last time.
I could feel my body beginning to burn from the inside.
Leaning back, I placed my hands on either side of his legs and spread mine wide. I slid up as far as my body would allow, my pussy tightening around him as I moved up and down slowly.
Again and again and again.
Brax’s breath shortened, his eyes on our sex as he remained still, while I rode him, my wetness gleaning on his shaft.
He brought his thumb to my clit, making the circles I loved so much. My body was so close to the edge, my orgasm building at a rapid pace.
I shouted something filthy as I climaxed, my legs quivering over and over again as my body constricted and released in waves of pleasure.
Sweat trickled down Brax’s brow as he held his breath to control himself, making sure he had wrung every last bit of pleasure from my body. When he was satisfied that I was satisfied, his eyes darkened as he prepared to unload.
I felt him throb.
Once, twice and on the third pulse, he gripped my hips so tightly I feared he’d bruise me. He held me still and groaned in pleasure, his cock pulsating, as he came deep inside of me.
The day was off to a great start.
Pity it wasn't going to end that way.
***
It was midday before Brax left my room to go to his suite to get ready for the night ahead. I'd given him my spare room key and we'd made plans for him to come back to my room after the event.
We were staying together for the final night. We didn't know how long we'd be apart once we both left the city.
I scurried around my hotel room, tidying up the mess before the glam team arrived to do my hair and makeup. A kind gift from Marie.
I forced my brain into action. I’d been fucked senseless these past few days, and I felt foggy and delirious. I needed to focus my attention on the reason I was here in the first place: work.
I told myself I just had to get through this last evening. Then, I would be homeward bound to do the things that needed to be done in order to move forward with my life with Brax.
My days of being a cheating whore were nearly over.
I was meeting my team in the hotel lobby bar for pre-dinner drinks. I didn’t think I'd get a chance to see Brax again before I needed to be down in the foyer, but I wanted to try.
As I was thinking about him, his name lit up my phone. A smile instantly spread across my face as I swiped to read his text.
And as quick as the smile appeared, it disappeared when I read the message.
Hey. Ally is coming tonight… I don’t know why or how this has happened. I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to freak out. This doesn’t change anything okay? x
I felt like I was free-falling from a plane without a parachute.
Wtf?
An eternity passed as I watched the three dots dance across the screen.
Trust me, I'm pissed about it. I think Greg arranged to have her here, but I don't know yet.
Dyl, this changes nothing. We just have to get through tonight. You're still my girl.
My mouth was dry as I tried to formulate a cohesive thought. An oily feeling washed over me. I felt dizzy, light headed, like I might faint.
What was I supposed to say back to that? That it was okay?
It was anything but okay, it was fucked up.
Fucking Greg.
His final “fuck you’ to me, probably.
I knew I needed to stay away from Brax at the gala. The thought of seeing him with her was enough to tear my heart into two.