Chapter 3
Beth
THUD
The door slams against the wall and we stumble into the upstairs room of his estate, kissing wildly.
"You're beautiful, Beth. So full of fire," Alex murmurs in my ear, nibbles my earlobe, and it's probably thanks to the roughly four caipirinhas in me that a moan slips out as he pins me to the wall and runs his hand over exactly the right parts of my dress.
I know I'll probably regret it tomorrow, but the alcohol is like a friend cheering me on, whispering: Go on. You're allowed to have some fun.
I managed to resist his first attempt at a kiss during our first dance. I already had my eyes closed, waiting for it, when the voice in my head screamed STOP, and I tore myself away and tried to head home.
But Alex just wouldn't give up. We were back at his front door. This time there was no security guy in sight. His shift had long since ended.
"You can't just leave me with wet underwear and then go, Beth," Alex said, turning to show me his still-damp backside.
"You're impossible. A real man-child and..." I couldn't help it; I had to laugh, because there was a billionaire in front of me making a fool of himself for me.
"And you are..." he said, suddenly serious, coming close. Too close. I breathed in his scent, that heady mix of cherry and leather I'd noticed the first time. "Simply incredible."
His lips came for me again. I let him. No—more than that: I wanted it. Wanted it more than anything in the world. No clue why I changed my mind so fast. Maybe because there was no one out here but us? He didn't have to impress anyone or put on a show, and yet he seemed to want me.
THUD
The fresh crash snaps me out of it, and I see that with his hand he's knocked a picture frame off the dresser beside me. He grabs me under my butt, sets me on the very edge, parts my legs a little, and now he's standing in front of me.
And he's standing very close. So close I feel his hard cock, suck in a sharp breath again, and rewind how we actually got here.
Into his bedroom: After the kiss, he led me into the house hand in hand, whispered something to his assistant, then took me upstairs.
Once there... how do I put this... he took what he wanted?
He pressed me against the wall, held my wrists, looked at me for a long moment, then started kissing me. Wilder and wilder. And with every brush of our lips, with every dance of our tongues, I knew this was what I wanted too.
"Beth, you have a gorgeous ass," he whispers in my ear, kisses his way down my neck, and slides the strap of my dress gently off my shoulder.
"You too," I say, pull him even closer, try not to let his hard cock drive me completely insane, and smack his wet butt. "And so nice and wet."
We really could be two immature teenagers, because we both giggle at my more than clumsy remark. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's my way of covering insecurity, because I've never done anything like this.
"Then off with it," Alex laughs, still grinning, and starts shamelessly undressing in front of me. First the shirt, then the pants along with shoes and socks, and finally his retro briefs, which had been clearly bulging.
Then he's in front of me. Naked. As God made him. And God definitely had more than one hand in this body. Every inch of it is heavenly. The six-pack, the defined pecs, the biceps, the hard cock that, I admit, I look at the longest.
"I'm right here, Beth," Alex says, smiling as he tips my face up with a finger and kisses me again. Only after a few seconds, and as if he had all the time in the world, does he let me go and start pulling my dress over my head.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, taking his time to look at everything, then works at my bra, which promptly falls away.
"So pretty," he whispers again, and draws a finger slowly from my throat down between my breasts, past my navel, until he reaches the edge of my panties and presses over it gently.
"So wet," he adds even softer, biting his lip.
"Come on," he says, urges me forward with his hands under my butt, and carries me like that across the room to his huge bed. The tip of his cock presses gently against my crotch the whole way. I gasp and honestly feel like I just came a little. Can that even be? Still in my underwear?
"Almost," he says tenderly and kisses me softly, as if what we have is the most natural thing in the world.
At the bed, he lays me down gently, pulls off my panties, spreads my legs to the side, settles between them, and promptly starts licking me.
And it's... "Oh God," I cry out as electric sparks flicker wildly before my eyes. I reach behind me for a pillow and try to understand what's happening to me.
His tongue is warm, wonderful, and strokes exactly the right places. Then he adds a couple of fingers, slipping them inside me slowly.
"Alex... this... you..." I moan. "This is so good."
"You're amazing," Alex whispers, and pulls away just before I fear the world around me will start spinning and I'll scream out loud. Then he kisses his way up. Over my mound, my belly, my breasts, which he also kneads lovingly with his hands.
My God, this man just knows what he's doing. It feels like I'm flying, like I'm...
Then he kisses me again. He tastes faintly of me, but the scent of cherry and leather is stronger. The kisses grow more intense, and I feel closer to the edge than ever before, like I'm about to go up in flames from the inside.
Then he pulls back, looks deep into my eyes, and reaches down with one hand.
I know what's coming.
He slowly slides his thick, long cock into me, never breaking eye contact.
"Mmm." I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Because it's bliss.
Gently he sinks into me deeper than anyone ever has. Then he starts to move. It's pure heaven, and I move with him in rhythm, grab his beautifully shaped ass with my hands so I can urge him even deeper.
When his tongue teases my nipples, I can't help it: I scream, and this time I don't care if any lingering guests or his assistant might hear us. I've never felt anything like this.
"Oh, Alex..." I moan as I feel he's somehow got a finger on my clit. He slams into me harder and harder, fingers my clit, plays with my breasts, and kisses me. It's insane.
The heat rolls over me like a wave. I writhe beneath him, cry out my pleasure, and convulse for several seconds, as if I’m being hit by electric shocks instead of multiple orgasms. Alex groans loudly too, and I feel him come deep inside me.
"What the hell was that?" I ask when he rolls off me, lying next to me panting and sweating. I rake my fingers through my hair and only now realize how drenched in sweat I am.
"That was the start of a wonderful night," Alex says, grinning, and gives me a quick, friendly kiss as he drapes his arm around me.
"Want something to drink before we keep going?" he asks, reaching for a small fridge right next to the bed and holding out a bottle of water.
"I want to," I answer. And I wonder if he caught the double meaning. Because what I want most is to keep going. That was incredible.
***
I blink and rub my sleepy eyes. For a moment I don't know where I am, but then it all comes back in a rush.
Alex. The sex and everything after. After the first round, we showered together and did it again right there.
Then I really wanted to show him what a blowjob is, and he very audibly enjoyed it.
He told me doggy style is his favorite position and spanked my ass, gently at first and then harder—the sting still lingers.
My shame creeps back in, along with the headache I probably owe the caipirinhas. A black, curly strand falls into my face and I know exactly how I must look. I turn slowly to check if Alex is still asleep before I slip quietly into the bathroom next door and...
... to my surprise, I realize I'm alone in bed. Maybe Alex is in the bathroom? I get up, wrap a blanket around me, tiptoe toward the bathroom, and see that no one’s there either.
Maybe he's making us breakfast? But as I think that, a small doubt creeps in: does a man who owns a house like this, throws parties like last night, and casually pays for a $400 bouquet he didn't order really make breakfast?
But that's not all: Did he just treat himself to a wild night with me, slip out, and wait for me to leave?
I try to tame my frizzy hair with the available supplies here—like the five-plus still-wrapped brushes.
Maybe it's better if he doesn't see my hair or me like this, I tell myself as I unwrap a brand-new brush and use it.
Why does he, as a man, have so many brushes in the bathroom?
But I know the answer, and I don't like it.
He apparently even stocked up on bathroom essentials for his conquests so they can freshen up after he’s fucked them. I feel so stupid. So stupid and...
"Hello?" I hear a voice from the bedroom. A woman's voice.
"Yes?" I ask, poking my head cautiously through the doorway from the bedroom. His assistant is standing there, looking at least as surly as last night. Her dress this morning seems a bit more buttoned up, but the neckline is still generous.
"Ah, there you are. I'm supposed to see you out," she says, clearly enjoying her role.
"Alex, he didn't by any chance...?" I ask, feeling my cheeks flush as a wave of shame washes over me because I can't believe what's happening.
"Are these your clothes?" the assistant cuts me off, picking my dress up off the floor beside the dresser. "Your panties... they're not here?"
"Would you please leave me alone? And why are you being so... abrasive?" I ask, horrified.
"How would you feel if someone asked you to take out the trash right at the start of your shift?"
I freeze because at first I don't get what she means. What trash? Then the penny drops. I'm the trash. The garbage. The last leftover from last night's party.
"Would you please leave while I get dressed?" I plead, fighting back tears.
"No, I'll wait here. Too many before you have done crazy things in moments like this."
I nod, my lower lip trembling, snatch my dress from her hand, and make sure not to lose my blanket. Then I spot yesterday's panties beside the bed and hurry into the bathroom with them.
"Hurry up, please," she calls after me.
"All right," I call back, trying to keep my voice steady. My hands shake as I pull on my panties. When I'm done, I swallow the lump in my throat, square my shoulders, go out to her, and resolve to ask the all-important question:
"Did Alex say to send me away?" I ask.
"What do you think?" she sneers. "You think one of the richest men in New York needs a flower girl for more than one night?" Then she laughs.
"You don't deserve him. Alex usually fucks this," she says, running her hands over her breasts. "That's all he needs. And now and then a little bit of the common folk. He sends his regards and thanks you for the nice night."
That's enough. Without a word I hurry past her, wiping away my tears of despair as I run down the stairs, feeling more used and miserable than ever before in my life.
What kind of man did I get myself tangled up with?
He must have two faces, and I, the silly fool, fell for a charmer.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot two employees cleaning up the remains of last night's party.
Behind them stands a large garbage bin, and my delivered $15,400 bouquet is sticking out of it.
That's exactly how I feel. Used and thrown away.
I don't look back as I hurry to my car. Luckily, I find the key right away this time. Only after I've left the neighborhood of mansions do I let the tears flow and call Veronica to tell her everything.
"What an asshole, Beth. He doesn't deserve you, sweetie," she says.
"How could I be so stupid, Vero," I whimper.
"You're not stupid, sweetie. You're an adult. If the sex was good, don't be ashamed. Back when we were in school, you always asked me why boys were so mean. I told you even then, they're mean even when you're skinny. Do you get what I mean now?"
"So losing the weight was for nothing, you mean?" I ask, blowing my nose.
"No, that's not what I mean. Sorry if I put it in such a complicated way. I just mean you're beautiful and men are into you, period. But some of them are real assholes, and it doesn't matter if you're short and curvy or tall and slim."
"Maybe you're right," I say.
"When will you be here, sweetie? Let's go get coffee, you tell me everything, and you'll see that in a week the world will look completely different. You'll never have to think about this Alex again. I'll make sure of it."
"Thank you," I whisper, wipe the tears from my face, and feel lucky to have such a good friend. She's right. It wasn't pretty, but he's not worth staying sad over. I should just forget him.