Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
LOUISA
I'm lying in bed studying for my exams when I get the urge to open the dating app. I haven't been on it in a while, and the last time I touched a guy was when I made out with Bear over Christmas.
I open it up and realize it's been so long that I first need to update the app, so I do that. Once it's finished, I open it up and go to my messages. I go to click on messages from Sam because I want to read back through some of them, but I realize that they're gone. I click on the toggle that says “View Unmatched Messages.” It will show you previous messages to and from people, even after they unmatch with you...or delete their account.
Sam deleted his account.
Right at the bottom of our chat, it says, "This user no longer has an active account.” That means he could have just paused his account or he could have completely deleted it. There's no way for me to know.
I have conflicting emotions running through my brain. I can't decide if I'm happy because he may have been telling the truth and really did take a break from dating. Or it could mean he met someone else and deleted his account because they're dating now.
Whatever. I can't think about that for too long, so I get out of messages and start swiping.
A few hours later, I start messaging back and forth with a guy named Cameron. He goes by Cam; he's 6'5", has blonde hair, and blue eyes. I can tell he isn't looking for anything serious, but neither am I. We agree to go out for drinks next weekend.
Cam and I are sitting at a bar, a couple of drinks deep, and I can tell this is going to end with him in my pants. He's funny and very confident in himself, verging on being cocky. But something about him just tells me it's going to be worth my time. I've gotten better at being able to tell, and when I think back to my first hook-up after Jay, I cringe at all the signs I missed, or chose to ignore.
The bartender comes over and asks if we want another round.
Cam looks at me and shrugs, leaving the decision up to me. I stare back at him, wanting him to decide. The stare-off continues until he decides for us. "We'll take the check, thanks." He turns back to me. "You want to come back to my place? I just live a few blocks down."
I nod. "Sure."
The bartender comes back over with our checks, and Cam picks them both up and hands them back to her with his card. I like it when I don't have to play chicken with a guy over the check. It can get awkward. So I like that he just does it without saying anything .
I stop the bartender before she walks away. "Can I ask you a favor?"
The bartender turns back around to face me. "Of course, what can I do for you?"
"Do you work tomorrow?"
Both Cam and the bartender are now staring at me, confused. They probably think I'm hitting on the bartender right in front of my date. She hesitantly replies, "Yeah, I work the morning shift for brunch. Why?"
"Perfect! Can I see your phone really quick?" I've seen it in her back pocket all night, so I know she has it on her.
She puts our checks in one hand and reaches around her back with the other, pulling out her phone and handing it to me.
"Thank you!"
I reach over and grab Cam's wallet out of his hand and fish through it until I find what I'm looking for. I open the camera on the girl's phone and take a photo of Cam's ID. I hand Cam his wallet and ID back, then reach out and give the bartender back her phone, along with my ID.
"If I don't come back tomorrow morning to retrieve that, you know who to blame my murder on." I point my thumb at Cam.
They both look at me like I'm joking, and when they realize I'm not, they both start laughing.
She grabs both her phone and my ID from me. "That is probably one of the strangest things I've witnessed in a long time. I will absolutely be waiting for you and would gladly help convict a felon if need be." She bats her eyelashes at him. Probably in hopes of still getting a good tip despite just threatening him.
I look at him and giggle.
Of course, I will also let B know where I'm going, and we have our locations shared. But I've been listening to a lot of true crime podcasts on my walks with Pepin. I've learned that you can never be too safe.
We get back to his place, and it's actually pretty nice. He's only 22, so I was expecting a poor guy's college apartment. His family must have money and help him out.
"Your place is nice."
"Nice enough to commit murder in." He glances over at me with a smirk on his face.
I choke on a laugh and play punch him in the shoulder.
As soon as he locks the door, he starts slowly making his way toward me, looking at me with a hunger in his eyes. I'm backed against a wall, and he comes closer. He hooks his fingers through my belt loops, tugging me close, and whispers in my ear, "Shall we?"
I run my hands up his arms to his strong shoulders and up to his face. I pull it down toward mine, but he really has to bend over to get to me. I help him out by standing on my tiptoes, but he just scoops me up and wraps my legs around him. He pins me against the wall and kisses me, biting my lower lip.
After a moment, he pulls me off the wall and walks us to the bedroom, where he tosses me on the bed with some force. So he likes to play rough, does he?
I already knew this from the dirty talk he was messaging me earlier this week. I'm a bit nervous but mostly excited. No one has ever been that rough with me before. But I've fantasized about it when touching myself, so I have high hopes that I'll like it.
He starts taking off his shirt while he's still standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at me. "What's your safe word?"
"I've never had one."
"I don't plan on being too rough with you, so I don't think we'll need one, but I like to be safe. Let's just use yellow and red. Like a stoplight. Yellow when you're getting uncomfortable, and red means full stop."
My breathing picks up. "Easy enough." I swallow hard.
He gets on all fours, straddling me. He's so tall that there's a lot of space between us right now.
"Roll over." It comes out firm and assertive, which turns me on.
I roll over onto my stomach and rest my hands under my chest, head turned to the side. His hands grip my hips and pull my ass up to meet him. I can feel how hard he is when I'm pressed up to him like this. And especially when he grinds on me.
"Mmmm, Lou, you are going to be such a good girl for me." I can see the grin on his face out of the corner of my eye. He reaches around to my front and undoes my pants. Once he gets them undone, he pulls them down to my knees. He sighs right before I feel a sharp sting on my ass coupled with a smacking sound.
He just spanked me, and I liked it. He does it a second time. Yeah, I really like that.
I feel his hot breath near my center, and then he licks me from behind. I arch my back at the sensation. His tongue works its way around my folds, and I can feel something building.
I let out a whimper and my body shivers.
He keeps licking me until I'm shaking. He pulls back and slaps my wet center. Oh, that felt good. My body tries to fall to the bed, but his hands hold my hips up .
He lets go with one hand, and I can hear it jostling with his belt and pants. Then we both move slightly as he leans over and digs through the drawer for a condom. After he gets it on, he pulls my pants completely off and spreads my knees wider. I gasp when I feel his hard cock thrust into me. He's big and rough and oh so good at what he's doing.
I'm moaning and losing control of myself when I cry out, "Oh, Sam!"
Oh my god, did I just call him Sam?
I did, didn't I?
I go quiet, waiting for a response that he never gives. Either he thought I said "Cam," or he's choosing to ignore the fact that I just called out another man's name in his bed. I move on and keep moaning, making a note not to call him the wrong name again.
I was slightly worried about not being in control, but I really like it.
He stops slamming me from behind and rolls us over so I'm lying on my back on top of him. His body moves under mine so his cock is thrusting in and out while I brace myself with my legs spread on either side of him with my feet on the bed. My hands reach over my head and touch his chest.
I feel like my body can't go any longer, but he pulls out of me and moves me to his side so my back is now on his bed. He moves around so he's kneeling straight up between my legs, facing me. His big hands wrap around my ankles and lift my legs in the air, spread apart. He enters me again and pumps hard and fast, making me come again.
He pulls out of me, whips the condom off, and strokes himself until he comes all over my stomach.
I'm exhausted, and my body feels like it can't even move. I am going to be so sore tomorrow, but it felt so good that I don't care .
He gets up, grabs a towel from his attached bathroom, and cleans me up. I get dressed and order my ride. He offers to let me stay the night, but it's still relatively early, and I'm afraid if I stay the night, we'll end up going for round two, and I know I couldn't handle that.
He walks me out and kisses me on the forehead. "Text me any time you want to hang, okay? I had fun with you."
I'm not sure what he means by that because I was a rag-doll the whole time while he took charge, but I'll take the compliment and consider texting him again.
"Will do. Night Cam, thanks for the drinks…and the sex."
He winks at me before shutting the door.
The next morning, I almost forget to return to the bar.
Thank god I didn't; that could have turned out so bad!
When I get there, the bartender from the night before hands me back my ID with a big smile. "I'm glad you didn't get murdered."
I laugh. "Me too."
I grab my ID, but she holds it for a second longer. "So, was he as good as he looked?"
I lean over the bar and whisper to her, "Better."
We both laugh, and she lets go of my ID. I turn and leave with a huge smile on my face. So why do I still feel empty inside?