Chapter 22
Shay-Lee
O verwhelmed by what had happened today, I made my way back to my suite after Camilo dropped me off at the resort’s lobby. My heart had been beating like crazy since we parted ways, my body already yearning to be back in his proximity. But the butterflies this afternoon filled me with were all gone once I thought about facing Jordan.
Since my phone was dead pretty much the whole day, I bet Jordan was worried sick. To be honest, I couldn’t even come up with an excuse for where I’d been, and I doubted it would even matter. After Camilo finally told me the truth, I had no more reasons to try and stick with Jordan. It was cruel, I know, but life is cruel. And while I definitely knew I had to end things with Jordan, it was only fair to hold my tongue and wait until we were back in LA. Knowing I’d crush his heart, it was probably better to do it at home rather than here, in what was supposed to be a romantic getaway.
“Supposed” being the key word.
I walked slowly on purpose, taking my time getting back to our suite. But after delaying the uncomfortable encounter with Jordan for as long as I could, I reached our door. Brushing a hand over my shirt, I looked down to ensure I was decent and took a deep breath before opening the door. The room was completely silent, and me stepping in broke the stillness. My nerves were skyrocketing, and I swallowed my spit when I heard a rustle from inside.
Well, I’m the only one to blame for being in this position.
Walking in, I saw Jordan sitting on the bed with his back to me. From the look of it, he’d just taken a shower, judging by the towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hey,” I said to the too-quiet room.
He kept silent.
Fuck .
“I know I worried you, but my phone died…”
He sighed heavily, and I watched his shoulders tense before he placed both hands on the mattress. “Your phone died? Is that the best you could come up with?”
“I swear it’s true.”
“Sure. So that explains why you didn’t answer my calls.” He got up and turned to face me. “But where the fuck were you?” Anger oozed through his words, and knowing I deserved it, I shrank into myself.
“I… I just went for a walk.”
“You went for a walk?” he repeated after me, his lips twisting with disdain. “You just went for a walk for eight hours? Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No—”
“So how about you tell me the fucking truth?” he snapped, and his shout put me on the spot.
My heart rate increased, and my palms turned sweaty. And while I didn’t want to lie to his face, I had no other choice. “I am telling you the truth. I went for a walk around the village because I needed space.”
“Space?” He sounded hurt. “What the hell are you talking about? You had the whole day yesterday for yourself.” He stepped closer to me while I stood still .
“I was with Miles in the spa yesterday, and you know it.”
“Give me a fucking break, Shay-Lee.” He tore his eyes away from me and sighed. “I know you only spent the morning with him, and yet you returned to the room much later.”
How the fuck did he know that? After I got off Camilo’s stupid boat, I came back to our room, which was empty. Jordan was still hiking with the guys and nowhere to be seen.
“How did you know that?” I hissed, eyes narrowed.
With annoyance, he glanced back at me. “Know what?”
“How did you know when I returned to the room?”
Biting the inside of his jaw, he shook his head while placing his hands on his waist. “Are you actually trying to gaslight me right now?”
My eyes widened with shock. “What?”
“You’re un-fucking-believable. You know that, right?” He raised his hands in mock surrender.
Now pissed off, I stepped toward him. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you trying to change the subject and blame me for something instead of facing what you did, Shay-Lee,” he yelled, veins straining against his neck. “It’s exactly what you did in high school. Shit —” His voice broke, and he turned around so I wouldn’t face him.
I was glad he did that because looking at all this pain taking over his features was like placing a mirror in my face. His hurt proved to me once more what a piece of shit I actually was.
“I didn’t mean to do it, Jordan. I’m so sorry…” Why was I even apologizing? Was it for lying about today? Or was it because of last night? Maybe I was apologizing for ever accepting his love to begin with? But whatever it was, it truly didn’t matter because what was the point of saying sorry when the word meant so little coming out of someone like me. Truthfully, I was such a low-life that my remorse, same as my love, had absolutely no value.
Washed with guilt and shame, I began scratching the silver ring he’d given me with my thumb, almost like I was trying to rip it off my flesh.
“We haven’t had sex,” he suddenly said, cutting into my thoughts.
Confused, I looked at him. “What?”
Stepping toward me, he put one hand on the knot of his towel, almost like he was ready to take it off. “Since we’ve gotten here, we haven’t fucked. Not even once.”
My body went rigid at the thought of sleeping with him, and I swallowed hard. “You already know that I’m not always in the mood.” To put it simply.
“I bet you’d be in the mood if it was with him .” He hissed that last word like a curse.
Now, almost standing in my face, he looked down at me. He wasn’t much taller than I was, and yet, just now, he made me feel so fucking small .
I placed my hand on his chest. “You have no right to speak to me like that.”
Jordan grabbed my wrist and brought it between us so we’d both see the ring. “I have every right.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I shook my head. “Whatever.” I shrugged him off. “I’m tired and not in the mood for sex—”
“But I am.”
“What?” I frowned at him.
His face turned even more serious. “I’m telling you that I’m in the mood to fuck you.” Still holding my wrist, he used his free hand to grab my waist and jolted me closer.
“No!” I shouted, furious, and pushed back because what the fuck? The next thing I knew, he grabbed me harder, his hand clenching me tight enough for it to hurt.
“Jordan, you’re hurting me—”
“If you’re not willing to spread your legs, then the least you can do is suck my cock with that poisonous mouth of yours,” he snarled, his fingers digging into my flesh with brutal force .
Shocked by this dark side of him, I stared at him with my lips slightly parted.
While Jordan was always very respectful of my boundaries and never pressured me into sex, now was different. Now, his eyes, which often looked at me with nothing but sickening adoration, pinned me down with hate and rage. It made my blood run cold, and my heart began to hammer fast like I was in danger. In danger? In danger from whom? Jordan ? What the fuck was I even thinking? And even though I quickly dismissed the passing thought, my body hadn’t. This feeling of dread almost felt familiar, but I had only ever experienced it with my father or Orson. I had no idea why I was suddenly associating it with Jordan. Either way, right then, I felt so terrified I couldn’t move a single muscle. Maybe it was just my guilt eating me from the inside or my brain telling me, once again, what a fuckup I was. But before I knew it, he’d already let go of my arm and walked toward the closet, where he pulled out a pair of pants.
While he proceeded to get dressed, I brushed a hand over my arm where he’d held me. It hurt, but it was my fault he’d snapped. After all, he was telling the truth. If he was Camilo, I would have slept with him.
I’m so pathetic. And if I weren’t so shocked by what just went on, I might have laughed. But the room was too tense to even spit a word, not to mention argue back. And yet, once I saw him collecting his phone and charger from the nightstand—
“Where are you going?” I asked, a bit panicked because, despite all this, the room felt too dark, and I really didn’t want to be alone right now.
“To sleep in the guest room.”
With that, he walked out of the main bedroom and into the guest room the suite had, slamming the door behind him. A choked breath escaped me once I heard the sound of the lock, and anxious, I looked around the dark space. My hands were trembling as unease kicked in. And while I did feel bad for upsetting Jordan, this wasn’t the reason for the sudden dread that took over me. Wanting this awful feeling of fear and loneliness to be washed away, I went to take a shower, hoping it would help. Only it didn’t, and once I was back in the room, it was still too dark.
I pressed my lips together and walked over to the guest bedroom. Stopping by the door, I held my fist high, ready to knock on the wood, when I paused. Jordan wouldn’t bring me any comfort. I knew that. He knew that. Hence why he locked himself in there. Forcing him to see my face right now wouldn’t do any good, and if anything, I’d probably only hurt and annoy him more. My father always said I was an expert when it came to fucking up, and he was right.
He’s right about everything.
I took a deep breath and kept the air in while pressing my ear to the door, trying to listen and see if I could hear anything, but there was nothing, not even the slightest rustle. Jordan had probably gone to sleep already. Letting out the air I held in, I looked back at the suite. I hated myself for booking such a large place that made me feel so damn tiny.
Biting the tip of my nail, I glanced at my bare feet when a thought occurred to me. It wasn’t a thought, more like an impulse, a primal instinct to be buried in Camilo’s protective embrace.
From now on, I’ll wait for you to come to me first.
Camilo’s words returned to me, and I nearly choked on the thought. I wanted to go to him. I wanted to be with him so bad it hurt, but could I? Could I be this selfish? Sadly, I already knew the answer to that. I was that selfish and, like my father had told me so many times before, a mistake. A pathetic excuse for a human being who deserved everything I brought on myself.
Camilo never saw me as a mistake, though. He thought I was brave, and I wanted to think that, too. Today reminded me of one of the things I cherished most about Camilo, and that was that being with him not only made me love him but also myself . The way he looked at me, talked to me, held me… it was unmatched. His love va lidated every bit of me, so could I blame myself for wanting to be loved like that again, even if just for tonight?
Diesel
I’d just ended another phone call with fucking Gale and put down my phone when someone knocked on my room door.
“Just a second,” I called.
Since Gale’s phone call caught me right after I finished my shower, I didn’t have a chance to get dressed. Putting on a pair of black boxer briefs, I then went to get the door.
Whoever it was out there kept knocking, even though I’d told them I’d get it in a minute, and I was ready to yell at them when I opened the damn door and saw Shay-Lee.
His eyes widened at my almost naked appearance, and he glanced down at my crotch before looking up to meet my amused stare.
“H-hey,” he muttered with a faint blush coating his adorable cheeks before averting his gaze to the floor.
He’s so fucking adorable.
Smitten that he was here, my smile grew. “Hey.”
Shay-Lee didn’t say a word and instead continued to stare at the floor, so I spoke again. “Do you need anything?”
He nodded.
So cute.
“Mind telling me what it is?”
He cleared his throat. “You said I needed to come to you.”
He spoke so quietly it was almost impossible to hear.
“Sorry, what was that?” I asked with a smirk.
He huffed and puffed, then looked up to meet my teasing stare. Now, he didn’t appear as hesitant.
“Earlier today, you told me I needed to come to you first. So…” Fisting his hands at his sides, he took a deep breath. “I’m here. ”
Even though I knew he’d come to me because there was no other option, his confession just now made me swoon. My heart, soul, my whole fucking body paused at his words, and for a brief second, I stood still like a lovestruck fool with my hand holding the door open for him. Thankfully, I recovered fast.
Reaching my hand forward, I grabbed his waist and pulled him toward me. He didn’t resist and fell into my arms, where he belonged. Our chests bumped right before our mouths crashed together into a heated kiss that felt like a breath of life and reminded me, once again, why he was the only one for me. Slamming the door, I held him closer, kissing him as if my life depended on it and drinking in every moan that slipped past his lips as he pushed his tongue against mine.
I grabbed the back of his neck and tilted his head so I’d have better access to his mouth, only Shay-Lee didn’t play along, and he pushed against me, clearly trying to be the one to control the kiss. It was hot , and loving this side of him, I played along and allowed him to lead the way. My lips, jaw, chin, Shay-Lee kissed me wherever he could reach until we were out of fucking air. I tried taking a short break to breathe, but he didn’t seem to approve of the idea and, in protest, tugged on my bottom lip and bit it hard enough for me to taste blood. He pulled back, and I looked down at the corner of his bottom lip, where a drop of my blood stained it. My eyes grew wide when he darted out his tongue to lick it, and my body throbbed with need .
The need to have him, own him, belong to him.
This craving burned through my veins like wildfire, and unable to wait one more second, I grabbed his body and lifted him up. Shay-Lee wrapped himself around me, his lips already back on mine. Still kissing, I walked us back to the bed, where I sat down first, with him straddling my lap. His hands moved to my jaw, and he devoured my mouth while rutting his erection against my throbbing length, which tented the fabric of my briefs. The fact he was still dressed annoyed me, and I needed him to be naked .
Now .
I moved my hands from his waist, forcing him to lift up his hands before I took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Now bare-chested, I took a moment to appreciate his smooth skin.
“Fuck, I missed those tits.” I licked my lips, brushing my fingers over his firm pecs, which were even thicker now than when we were in high school.
“Yeah?” He gave me a cocky grin.
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, then closed my lips around his nipple, sucking on it until he moaned.
Shay-Lee fisted my hair and pulled me closer, practically shoving my head to his chest so I’d suck him harder. And I did. I sucked those tits until my mouth fucking turned sore. My skin burned with heat while he continued to writhe on top of me, his body shivering whenever I went a bit harder. Using two fingers to pinch his other nipple, I then flicked it with my thumb and massaged it a bit for good measure. Shay-Lee swore in a low grunt, his deep voice sending bolts of arousal to my cock, making me go fucking crazy.
My dick was rock hard, and I was already losing my mind, even though it was only foreplay. Never being one known for his patience, I let go of his nipples and, in a quick move, tossed him onto the bed. Shay-Lee’s back hardly hit the mattress, and I was already on top of him. Not saying a word, I took off his pants and boxers and threw them aside. At last, I had him willing and naked.
In all of his glory, looking like a god, my motherfucking God , Shay-Lee’s naked body was on full display beneath me. His sun-kissed skin was still as smooth as I remembered, with not a single hair down his torso. My mouth watered at the appearance of his erect dick, a pearl of precum already decorating the tip like fine jewelry. Grabbing his leg, I put it on my shoulder and kissed his ankle, right where he had a long scar that stretched up his calf. He shivered so slightly at the touch while looking at me with the most brilliant eyes this world had ever seen. Deciding not to linger on the painful mark that was a brutal reminder of the hell he went through and the time we’d been apart, I began caressing his skin. My fingers trailed from his calves up to his thick quads and back down until he frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Admiring you.”
His brows pinched together before he chewed on his bottom lip, and his shock melted into boldness. Moving his leg from my shoulder, he placed his feet on my crotch and pressed hard against my cock, massaging it over the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. “Admire me while this monster’s inside me,” he said with an unapologetic smirk, then nudged the fabric down.
A feral growl escaped me, and I grabbed his ankle in one hand while using the other to get rid of my boxers. My cock sprang free, and the look in Shay-Lee’s eyes was one of pure hunger—hunger I shared and was about to satisfy.
Not wasting time on words, I flipped him over, hooked my hands under his waist, and pulled him up so he was on his knees. With my palms now squeezing his firm globes, I licked my lips, already starving to have a taste. I parted his cheeks to the sounds of his low whimpers, enjoying the sight of his balls hanging between his firm thighs.
“Will you look at that.” I spat right on his cute little hole and used my finger to smear it. “As perfect as I remembered.”
“Camilo.” He gasped my name so beautifully.
“Hold yourself on all fours,” I ordered, and the second he got on his elbows, I ducked my head down until my lips grazed his entrance. He shivered at the touch and moaned when I pressed the flat of my tongue against his sensitive rim. Knowing it wasn’t nearly enough, I used my finger to poke his entrance before I pushed my tongue in and began feasting on his ass like the depraved beast he turned me into. Shay-Lee’s cry grew stronger, and he pushed back, fucking against my tongue as I continued to rim his sweet ass. With my face now practically shoved between his perfect cheeks, I reached my free hand down and grabbed his hard length. A desperate cry followed his pleasure, and satisfied, I slowly moved my fist along his shaft, stroking him in a rhythm that matched my mouth, which still worked on his ass. His cock leaked with precum, and I collected it on my fingers before bringing them to his hole. I shoved two digits inside, some of his cum getting on my tongue while I continued to eat his ass. The bitter taste of his cum consumed me, making me realize I couldn’t wait another moment.
I had to have him.
Right. Fucking. Now.
“C-Camilo,” he gasped after I withdrew, his voice shivering.
Not liking the fear carried through his words, I reached a hand under his jaw and softly caressed his chin before planting a kiss on his neck. “ No te preocupes, mi amor ,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not going anywhere, just getting some lube so I can fuck this ass—” I pressed my fingers to his hole, which was drenched with my spit. “—and fill you up like we both so desperately need.”
Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed the bottle of lube I’d left there last night. After paying Shay-Lee a short midnight visit, I’d returned to my room horny as fuck and had to stroke my dick just so I’d be able to fall asleep. It had happened less than twenty-four hours ago, and yet, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Whatever we did last night didn’t matter, nor did all the fights we’d had so far. Not right now, when he was finally here, naked and willing, waiting on my bed.
He was still lying on his stomach, and I moved above him and flicked the cap open before pouring a decent amount of lube on his ass.
“It’s cold,” he hissed.
“Then we’ll make it warm.” I spread the lube over his hole before pushing my fingers in, making him all wet and ready to take me. Shay-Lee’s body tensed and shuddered with the slightest touch, and seeing how sensitive he was boosted me with the primary need to take care of him. Not that it was new, as my heart beat to keep him safe and protected.
Now, four fingers in, I knew he was ready, so I pulled out and grabbed the lube bottle. While coating myself with the liquid, Shay-Lee half turned to look at me over his shoulder, a deep frown on his face.
“What about condoms?” he asked.
“We don’t need any,” I said, eyes pinned on him while I stroked myself from base to tip.
He visibly swallowed. “I-I always use them with Jordan, but what about you—”
I cut him off mid-sentence by grabbing his waist and pulling him back until his ass was pressed to my cock.
“One.” I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him down. “Don’t you dare bring up his name while we fuck. Ever .”
A shuddered breath left him, and I smirked.
“Two.” I leaned down, my cock brushing his lower back while my lips grazed his ear. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you, therefore, you have nothing to worry about, Llorón.” I bit on the shell of his ear and let go, only for him to turn his head and gaze at me with eyes full of shock.
“You didn’t have sex with… anyone?”
I nodded, and his frown grew.
“B-but it’s been five years.”
Stroking his cheek, I smiled. “I don’t see the point if it ain’t with you.”
Shay-Lee opened and closed his mouth as if he were searching for the right words, until he gave up and looked down at the mattress. Understanding that words were indeed pointless at this point, as I knew what he was feeling even without them, I moved my fingers through his golden hair before aligning myself behind him. Grabbing my dick, I brought it to his ass, the tip pushing against his ready hole. Shay-Lee gasped once I thrust forward and cried as I slowly pushed inside him. The second I breached him, my whole body turned into lava, and I ground my jaw because, fuck , I’d almost forgotten how good being inside of him felt .
“Fuckk,” I hissed, out of breath, while trying my best not to burst on the spot. “You feel like heaven.”
“Oh, God,” he cried, head pressed to the mattress as I shoved another inch in. “It hurts.”
Looking down, I noticed I still had about halfway to go. Somehow feeling cocky, I smirked while brushing a finger over his stretching hole, right where we became one. “Well, I’ll need to work hard to reshape this ass to take me on a daily basis,” I said while giving him more time to adjust.
His skin was covered with goose bumps at my words, right before he fisted the sheets in his palms, and I noticed the lack of his engagement ring.
“Someone took off his little ring,” I teased, voice cruel, as I watched his body trembling.
“S-shut up and fuck me already— oh God !” he cried as I pushed in with full force until I was balls-deep inside his sweet ass.
Not letting him catch a breath, I began moving. As if a switch was flicked inside my screwed-up head, I started fucking him with no mercy. Thrusting my hips forward, I drilled in and out of him until the room was filled with the sound of smacking flesh and his deep moans, which quickly turned into long cries of pleasure. With both hands holding on to his hips, fingers digging into his flesh in a way that would leave a mark, I fucked him senseless. Shay-Lee moved with me, making each thrust so much deeper until the bed shook so hard I feared we’d break it. Yet, not even that was enough to make me stop or ease the brutal pace at which I was pounding him.
I slammed his ass from the back, like a fucking jackhammer, while Shay-Lee cried and moaned beautifully. The sounds were so arousing, driving me to go harder until I felt like my dick would rip apart. Reaching down, I cupped him under his jaw and, with my other hand on his waist, lifted him up until he was kneeling with his back plastered to my heaving chest. Keeping my hand now on his hot throat, I forced his head up while rolling my hips, my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. He moved along with me, so I increased my pace, my hips bucking against his with each powerful thrust. I fucked into him like a man on a mission, and as Shay-Lee’s full lips parted in a deep moan, I seized the moment to slam my mouth to his. Not slowing my thrusts, I cupped his jaw in both palms, forcing his head back while I devoured him alive. I sucked on his tongue and licked into his mouth. It was messy and sloppy, with sucking sounds and spit getting everywhere, not that we cared.
I kept him in this position for a long while, with his back arching so beautifully while his ass turned into my personal sex toy. I bet it hurt. Erase that . I knew it did, given his cries, but he loved it. I could tell because he couldn’t get enough, his tongue desperately trying to reach farther into my mouth until we were both on the verge of exploding.
Not wanting it to end so fast, I dropped my hands from around him. Shay-Lee tried to lie back down, but I didn’t allow it. I wanted to see his face way too fucking much, so I grabbed his body and flipped him over to his back before I plunged back inside him. Now face-to-face, I kept his hands above his head while my cock wrecked his abused hole. The sounds were filthy, and the euphoric expression on his face turned me crazy.
“M-my cock,” he cried out loud, face flushed red. “I need to touch it.”
“Nah.” I dove down and licked the tears sliding down his flaming cheek before kissing him. I could tell he was close from the way his body shuddered underneath me, and while I wanted him to come, I also wanted to hold his hands. As simple as that . Lacing our fingers together, I kept him buried underneath me while I continued to fuck him. Shay-Lee hooked his legs around me, his heels digging into my ass as he did, holding me locked.
“Oh God, Camilo,” he cried after tearing his mouth from mine.
“Fuck yeah, Llorón, cry my name like you’d die for it.” I slammed inside him.
“I-I’m coming,” he shouted, head shoved into the pillow while his back arched off the mattress .
I held his hands tighter for a second before his dick pulsed between us and hot jolts of cum wetted our bodies. With me still inside him, Shay-Lee continued to writhe underneath me as he came hard . The fact he just came un-fucking-touched was probably the hottest shit I’d ever seen, and unable to hold back another second, I exploded and came deep inside him. I didn’t pull out and continued pumping his ass with my cum until I was drained and dry, but even then, I didn’t feel like pulling out and instead kept my dick inside him before I collapsed on top of his body.
With my eyes closed and his head nestled in the crook of my neck, I breathed him in. Covered with sweat and whatnot, he smelled like mine, and I felt so fucking calmed I wanted to cry.