11. Blakely
Blakely
I grip the edge of the sink. My head hammers as the revving outside filters the room and encapsulates me. Lai left an hour ago for a shift at the bar and managed to shake the booze from last night pretty fast today.
Before I have a moment to bask in my silence someone knocks on my door loudly.
OKAY! I scream the word in my head.
The moment I open the door and see Meadow it’s like my attitude changes in an instant. “I have a headache do you have to be so aggressive?”
“For you, always.” He hands me a Pepsi can as a peace offering and I take it.
“Thank you and bite me.”
“I’m waiting for that moment, Wilder. I’ll bite your gorgeous lips before I will your presumptuous ass for finding you riding with other bikers.”
“I was just feeling the bikes,” I reply in a sharp tone, anger crawls all over my body.
“You’d just feel my teeth.” He lets a small smile lift his cheeks and reveal two cute dimples on either side .
Ugh!
“What’s gotten into you?”
He eyes me and answers, “You.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“Right from here,” he grabs his junk.
“You’re such an ass.”
“Late morning.” He changes the subject, folds his arms over his chest, and leans against the door frame like nothing happened a second ago. “Sleepyhead.”
I can’t keep this insane energy bottled inside my veins when it wants to burst out and explode in the tiny space between us.
“Your helmet.” I point to his head.
“What about it?”
“No helmet, no bandana.” My eyes trail over the length of his body, and lower to the one hanging outside his pocket.
“Why do you go on rides with other men?”
“They are my friends.”
“They just want to get inside your pants.”
“Like you,” I retort, not a shard less than my usual attitude when I’m around him.
His raspy chuckles fill the air before he slides his shades atop his head in broad daylight and takes my breath away. I capture every detail I can and commit it to memory; those green eyes, I forgot how green they were that when the sun hits them they look yellow. His sharp features and high cheekbones accentuate his manly face. He has plumped Cupid’s bow lips that tasted so good against mine—he’s breath-taking that it paralyzes me.
“Are you drunk?” he assesses me, then looks behind me, probably seeing the empty bottle of whiskey, “Who did this to you?”
Like always, it all fades when he opens his mouth and makes me question my sanity.
“I did!” I open my eyes wide, “I’m a grown woman and I can drink.”
“Were you with someone?” his deep voice is low and steady.
“I was with Lai.”
“Who the fuck is Lai?”
“You left after you gave me the best kiss in the entire world, and now you demand answers. I don’t owe you anything.” My expressive facial features twitch with every word that comes out of my mouth to emphasize my point.
“Who the fuck is Lai?” he repeats it like a broken record.
“Are you jealous, Meadow?” I let my palm rest on my hips.
He shoves his face into mine, squinting his eyes in anger, “I won’t ask you again.” He waits with growing impatience to hear my reply. His hot breath is hovering over my face as my pussy clenches.
Feeling him up close like that creates pleasant tingles of excitement that travel all over my body.
“The girl who works at the bar,” I enunciate each word, letting the irritation on my face say the rest as I take a step back.
He tears his gaze away like he can’t even look at me and huffs in relief while his jaw tics restlessly.
“Get your shit together. I know it’s your day off so don’t wander outside, and if you have to, call me.”
“I don’t have your number.” I evade his gaze, fixating mine on his neck where a necklace hangs, a bow necklace without an arrow.
He steps into my room and snatches my phone that lies on the table. His ringed fingers jab the screen as he types his number and puts it back in place before he turns to leave. He takes a few steps and contemplates for a moment before he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the bathroom.
“What are y—no! NO!” I try to wriggle out of his hold but he is so fucking strong it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. “No!” the word is thick in my mouth.
He throws me into the shower and opens the tap. The cold water cascades down my clothes, raising my temper to a hot lava degree. His features darken as he peers at my wet form one last time.
“Meadow!” I yell as he storms outside and I follow him, covering the floor with chunks of water and almost sliding backward before I shut the door with a bang and immediately regret it.
Ugh!
He makes me want to pull my hair off because understanding him is impossible but he sure as shit won’t tell me what to do.
I clean up quickly, grab my shoes, shove my phone into my pocket, and exit the room with the Pepsi in hand. I’m not going to ride today but my stomach makes monstrous sounds and it’s already smelling like lunch so I might enjoy it.
When I reach the tables, Lenny waves with a plate she already fixed for me. “You look… wet.” She points out with a friendly smile. “No judgment.”
“I had a mild accident with a cockroach,” I mutter. That damn prick. “Thank you for the food.”
She hugs me as I sit down next to her, “Sure!” she takes a few sips from her water bottle and says, “I never really had friends too, especially girl best friends so it takes one to know one.” Her grin encounters mine.
“I guess so.” It’s so nice to have friends like her and Lai.
“When Dean and I started traveling and I met his friends from EVERYWHERE,” she chuckles, “I found girls like me and it made me realize what I had been missing, but I guess it comes when the time is right.” She shrugs her shoulders.
I nod in understanding as I start eating and drinking my Pepsi.
“Anyway, we have a group chat, we all have partners except Meadow but we love him regardless. We’re just waiting for him to find his other half so she can join in.”
“That’s nice.”
I get it when people say love is just a chemical reaction in the brain. Love yourself, and put yourself as the number one priority. Stay single. Don’t trust anyone. Believe no one. But what if I just want a person to confide in, and have sex with? That won’t happen with a friend and definitely, not a therapist. It shouldn’t be like this because love is beautiful when it’s with the right person.
Dad loved my mom so much that he never dated again, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else although he used a lot of excuses along the way. Yet, she was it for him, but I think he can find love again. Maybe without the same force but still a love he can lean on.
Love exists, I see it everywhere in this place. It’s not gone, just stalling. I want a love of my own when I’m ready.
This place is all about giving, and putting our needs second when someone else requires help but our turn will come eventually.
After lunch, I pace toward the road to watch the bikers do some stunts and ride in groups with their new instructor who wears his helmet again but I know what he looks like underneath.
I stare at Meadow’s shirtless form, ink flows over his corded muscles, and my mouth waters. He salutes me as he strides in my direction, stealing my focus per usual.
“You have a bit of a drool,” he pretends to clean the corner of my mouth with his thumb while the rest of his fingers are placed under my chin.
I shove it away. “No, I don’t.”
“Spitfire, you have the same energy even when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!”
“And I’m not here, I’m an illusion.”
“You’re an idiot.” I retort, giving him a deadpan expression.
His genuine laugh rumbles in his chest and catches me by surprise. I’ll admit that it sneaks a tiny smile on my face.
“Aren’t you tired of all of those nicknames you’re giving me?”
“On the contrary, Wilder, I’m entertained.”
“On my behalf.”
He inspects my facial features. “Based on your expression, I don’t know if you’re angry or constipated but you definitely need a cock in your mouth.” He puts his jacket back on, threading his hands through the sleeves. “Don’t waste all that energy let’s put it into good use.”
“Go fuck yourself.” I pretend to pat my third finger over my lips.
“And let you watch?” he wiggles his brows, “Is that smoke coming out of your ears?”
“Or you can lie on the road and I’ll run you over and save me the trouble.”
“You’re fun, Wilder, just need to loosen up a bit and you’d be ready to swallow my cock on both ends.”
“You’re a sadist.”
With the visor open, he flicks his eyes to mine, gazing at me through his thick, black eyelashes. “I like watching you sweat.” He winks with a devilish look, knowing how to drive me insane.
“You always tend to ruin a good moment.”
“But I always make up for it.” His shit-eating grin is plastered all over his face, even when half of it is disguised.
“You and your cock can forget about me.”
“You and your pussy can forget about me. ”
“Forgotten.”
“If you ever change your mind, I’ll take one for the team.”
I cock my head to the side, “What team is that?”
“The broken-hearted.” His features turn serious and his eyes tantalize me for a split second.
“That’s kind of honest.”
“I’m an honest man.” He pushes a stone with the sole of his boot. “Not your dream guy.”
“Who is my dream guy?”
He continues to slide a few stones under his boot. “I don’t know, probably, Mr. Perfect.”
“Mmm, I’m not looking for a dream, I’m looking for something I can grasp. Someone I can hold, talk to, and get to know. I want someone real. Not a fairytale. Not a knight on a horse. I want a motherfucker on a bike. That will take me on the spot if he has to prove a point or lift my ass to get a better view or commend me to slide on his cock while he chokes me.”
His eyes bore into mine, “Is that so?”
“Didn’t you read it in some novel?” I reply, leaving my lips half parted as I extract the cigarette I tucked under the band of my bra and he immediately pulls his lighter from his front pocket and lights it for me.
His hands extend to his helmet slowly, taking all the time in the world as he peels the shield from his face. We’re not surrounded by many people and no one pays attention so he must feel comfortable.
The glimmer in his green eyes turns yellow as he looks down for a second to fix his shoelaces. His hair spills to his face, all shaggy and disoriented and so fucking hot. He’s so freaking handsome, it’s ridiculous.
I’m tingling.
My ex was the type of man to always agree with the other person, putting himself in good grace with everyone else while they put me in the wrong, coloring me stupid.
Not Meadow.
Why the fuck did I ever date my ex? What was I thinking? Wasting three years of my life when I could’ve done all of this instead. Dating guys who like the same things I do and share the same passion. Getting to know people who sincerely care.
As a stubborn girl, I think I know why I stayed and why I let him have a hold on me. I guess, I didn’t want to fail in our relationship. I am not a quitter and I fought for that relationship for a long time but I did it alone.
When Meadow rises back up he swiftly kisses my nose, “I’ll come by your room later. I have something for you.”
What was that for? I slowly blink and crinkle my nose, suffering a brief memory loss because it was kind of adorable.
“Weirdo,” I shove at his shoulder at the same time he snatches the cigarette from between my fingers, grazing our hands in the process before he tucks it between his lips and puffs the smoke.
Tugging the helmet back on, he gives the cigarette back to me and takes a few steps back.
He thinks it makes him invisible, on the contrary, the first person I scout in a crowd full of people is him . Almost like a magnet, I’m pulled to him by a force I don’t recognize.
That’s my cue to leave.
“I’m not gonna be drunk again,” I promise as I start walking toward the motel.
“You better.” He flips me the third finger on propose. “Call me if you need anything.”
I salute him as he does, two fingers over the head. I’m pretty sure it becomes our secret handshake or something.
Nightfall settles around the motel as I pace in the small space of my room. I lift my hand to check the time on my phone. Nine-fifty-two.
Electricity crosses my body as I think about Meadow and his gorgeous face. I can’t believe he revealed himself to me. I thought it was a principal not showing anyone his entire face but I guess I was wrong.
He didn’t hide from me which is exactly what he said.
I lick my lips as the images of his tatted biceps and corded muscles flood my brain over and over again.
This was not supposed to be this way.
But I want him.
I want him to fuck me.
For one night we can put it to rest. That’s what he wanted and that’s what I need to get him out of my system for good. Do I think this will help? No, not really. Yet it doesn’t harm either of us, right?
He said time and time again that he wanted to sleep with me so why not take him up on his offer for one night, just one?
No one needs to know.
Wasn’t this trip about having new experiences? I came here to live again and somewhere in the future, I can say I had a wild night with a hot biker in a motel room. Isn’t this how memories are made? Every part of this journey is about me finding myself through moments. If I give up on them, I will just regret it later. I'd rather regret something I did than something I didn’t do.
I tried to limit myself and draw red lines but it doesn’t work when it comes to Meadow. I gravitate toward him no matter what I do. So maybe this could be the option that untie us for good. I think deep inside us, we need that comforting touch while we lose ourselves for a moment.
I scurry out of my door and lock it quickly before I climb the stairs to the second floor and knock on his door.
No one answers.
I stick my face to the window, trying to see if anyone is there but it’s completely dark.
I knock again.
Nothing.
Where are you?
I scan the area for any sign of him when the guy from the next room suddenly opens his door.
“Sorry, did you see the guy who stays here?” I ask .
“Oh yeah, he left a few hours ago.”
“Did he have a suitcase or a duffel bag by any chance?”
He hesitantly replies, “I think… a duffel bag.”
He left.
Again.
“Thanks.”
I rush to pull my phone out of my pocket. I got a message today from MotorRR Daily News but haven’t opened it and when I do it says the next championship is tomorrow at noon in England.
Get your motors running!
I think I know who you are.
I go back to my room, feeling defeated but on the bright side he is one of my favorite riders and he was here for a week and a half under everyone’s radar.
The room is dark and the green LEDs that filter in are the only thing that gives some light inside my room unless I flick the light on but I don’t. I like it like that.
I toe off my shoes before I tilt my gaze back up and something moves by the corner near the table. I bend to grab my shoe and tightly grip the door handle.
“I know someone’s here,” I say sharply. “Don’t you dare do anything stupid because I may not look harmful but I will harm you if necessary?”
“I know,” his deep, throaty voice engulfs me.
I exhale in relief, letting go of my shoe and the handle. “What are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to go somewhere? ”
“Yeah, I am. But it was delayed.”
Delayed, huh?
He rises to stand, and this room seems so small compared to his broad shoulders and masculine body. I left the door of the bathroom ajar so when he flicks the light on a slither of light softly permeates the room.
“Meadow, how did you get in?” I swear that my heart’s galloping as he starts closing the gap between us.
“The window is a trick I learned when I was a kid around here.” There’s a dose of sarcasm there. “Why did you go to my room?”
“How do you know I went to your room?” I question, taking a step back and my back collides with the door.
“You weren’t so subtle with your knocking,” he teases.
“Liar.”
“Fine,” he whispers when he’s a step away. “The guy from the next room lets me know when someone is being nosey.”
Clever.
I put my hand between us, preventing him from stepping farther and he stays in his place. “I was about to make an offer,” I say.
“Go on.” His expression remains the same. Soft but piercing like the edge of a sharp knife.
“I need to let off some steam and I thought we could help each other,” I explain.
“Yeah, I can help you.”
I start to strip my clothes off one by one and chuck them in a pile on the floor. “I need this one-time favor. ”
The muscles in his face don’t move an inch as his eyes assess me. “What are you doing?” He asks in confusion.
After I take off my bra, my breasts are splayed before him, my nipples puckered, and I pull down my underwear. “I need you to touch me.”
The last person who did was my ex and he is not the one I want to remember when it comes to sex and what it feels like. It was okay but I always felt like it could be better. It wasn’t everything I craved. Knowing Meadow from our interactions, he is a hundred percent on the rougher side of the spectrum.
“I want to fuck you.”
His eyes drink every inch of me and fixate on my pierced nipple. “Stop,” he says softly.
I’m completely naked already so if he rejects me this is going to be embarrassing. I wanted to take comfort in the pleasure. Not him.
He swiftly tugs his shirt free by pulling the collar over his head in one motion. My eyes track the movement of his hands without losing contact or blinking once. Veins bulge and stretch along his tatted arm, capturing me like an arsonist to a fire. Burning heat courses through my veins and excites my system.
He has a beautiful chest piece that I eyed earlier when he was shirtless. Another tattoo crawls on the other side of his neck, covering a significant part of it, and slithers down his shoulder.
His necklace hangs backward so I fix it for him, having the urge to cross one leg over the other but I don’t, letting my wetness drip as I gaze up at him. Before I take my hand away, he grips my wrist and places my palm against his abs, dragging it up and down slowly as his muscles flex. Tingles surge through my body as I look into his eyes.
The way his tight body is wrapped around me makes me feel so tiny compared to him. So good, and warm and vulnerable, and honest and real.
“Your safe word?”
A wicked smile forms across my lips as a name comes to mind. “Grinch.”
A deep chuckling sound erupts out of his throat and he says, “Stop me if you need to or tap twice anywhere on my body if it gets too suffocating .”
I cock my head to the side, trying to decipher what the last note means.
Oh. I say inwardly when the realization dawns on my face.
“You want to fuck me, huh?” In a swift movement, his fingers clasp around my throat. As he applies pressure and squeezes harder, my pulse ticks in his hand like a time bomb. “You know I fuck back.” My airways starve for some oxygen as he continues to deprive me of air.
His grip around my throat makes my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure and my head spins as the lovely sensation sends shockwaves through my body.
I blink up at him through squinted eyes, a silent plea reflecting through them. As his other hand reaches down to rub my clit roughly, he eases his grip and I gulp the air greedily.
Through a soft yelp, I gasp, “What the f—”
I don’t finish the sentence when his lips crash mine and swallow me into a bruising kiss that sores and aches and feels so goddamn good when I taste him and drag my lips against his lip ring.
Rolling my hips back and forth on his hand, I lubricate him while losing myself to the friction of his rough fingers over my clit. I reach down to touch his hand when he warns me by tightening his grip around my throat again.
“You’re not allowed to touch my hands.” His fingers rub my areola and twist the horizontal barbell piercing my nipple hard.
A whimper of both pain and pleasure resounds from the bottom of my throat. I crane my neck up to encounter the half smile reaching one side of his cheek.
His fingers are still attached to the barbell as he continues to play with it, toying with the damn thing and creating tremors in my core. “My hands turn you on, Blakely?”
Breathing harshly, I whisper, “Yes.”
“Mmm,” he groans into my ear, “That is why I want you desperate.” In one tiny stride, his swollen front pushes against my core, trapping me against the wall. I wrap my leg around his hip, arching my back, I moan as he fixes his hand behind me and continues to glide his finger over my slit.
My nails scratch and dent his shoulders while his eyes darken at me, zeroing in on my lips and returning to my eyes.
“Please,” half-question, half-plea hangs on my lips.
“No.” His stern voice yet amused is sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t like taking orders from anyone.”
“No…? You seemed pretty eager a minute ago.” His solid cock thrusts into my belly once.
“With the right context, yes. Not when it becomes manipulative.” I explain right as he pushes a finger inside my soaking pussy. Knowing his hand is there tips me over the edge. I may have one of the biggest hand kinks in the world and just the thought could get me off in seconds if I focus.
The creases around his eyes deepen, eyebrows screwed together as if trying to read my mind and decipher my words.
Pursing his lips, he opens them to talk but shuts them again before he finds what to say. “I love the control because it makes me feel desired and looked up to. I genuinely seek to please you. It’s us who own the moment. Not anyone else.”
My pulse picks up speed, shifting gears until it reaches the max.
It’s like he can read my mind, knowing my past has a hold on me and putting my worries at ease.
His thumb and forefinger hold the sides of my jaw firmly. “It turns you on and you know it. Don’t even dare to lie about that.” A few distracting strands of black hair hang over his forehead, touching his eyebrow.
I swallow hard, and tightness clings around my throat like a lump. “Not gonna.”
“Good, my little slut never lies to me unless she’s looking for a punishment.”
A surge of adrenaline rush climbs up my body when I hear those words. “What kind of punishment?” A tiny curl crosses my mouth and pushes against my cheek.
His menaced laugh lingers in the air. “One that my dick will provide, where…?” His cheek and nose crinkle to one side. “You’ll find out.”
Letting my hand kink guide me, I rock my hips, brushing my clit against his palm repeatedly to get myself off while his finger curls inside me. He leans in, kissing and biting my lower lip as he pushes two extra fingers inside my pussy and starts pumping them delectably.
As pleasure washes all over me, I moan.
I’m consumed by the soft texture of his lips, gliding against mine as our tongues tangle, exploring each other. Why does it feel so passionate with him all over again? The knot in my core tightens and threatens to snap as he curls his fingers. The pad of his thumb rubs over my taut back hole.
Crescent marks decorate his shoulder as I dig my nails farther and he growls at me. By his satisfied expression, he seems thankful for my bloody souvenirs.
He finger fucks me, strumming against my inner walls in a glorious rhythm. “It’s my hand in there. My fingers are inside you. The ones you like to watch continuously.” He whispers into my ear, making me quiver in his embrace.
With no warning, he gathers my arousal on his middle finger and penetrates my back hole, slowly pushing in deeper and deeper. I grind against his fingers, gliding in and out of my dripping holes as he moves them in sync and the sloppy sounds drift to my ears in pleasurable currents .
“Mmm,” I moan in pleasure. “I’m going to c-come.”
“Hold it,” he commands before he pulls me into his arms, tosses me onto the mattress, and climbs on top. Flustered, my cheeks turn rosy as his calm sedating tone engulfs me. My pussy is aching and waiting to feel his touch again, knowing I will combust in seconds.
“You have no idea how fucking touch-starved you are.” He licks a line that travels from one nipple to the other. “But don’t worry, I’ll touch that broken memory and turn it into pleasure. You don’t need to do anything, just feel me.”
He drags his sexy hands over my skin, waking goosebumps accompanied by shivers. A hunger threatens to escape his heated eyes that peer at me like I’m a meal he needs to feast on while he continues to draw soothing patterns.
Linking both of my wrists over my head, he locks his palm around them and pins me to the mattress. Scattering bruises across my collarbone, his teeth pay each one with care and precision. I gasp in frustration. Moving down, his teeth clasp around my nipple hard, making me jerk in his grip as the sting and the pain turn into pleasure. He does the same to the other and tears me apart with his vicious teeth once more.
It’s like being sucked into a nightmare, getting lost in it only to find it’s what I craved all along.
I cry out a whimper, feeling his roughness all over my skin.
He slithers lower, releasing my arms yet squeezing my throat twice as his mouth lands on my stomach, licking a line downward. He doesn’t waste a moment. Forcing my legs apart and holding me wide, he bites my lush thigh teasingly before he leaves open-mouth kisses across my inner side.
He inserts two fingers inside me and works them faster with each pump, thoroughly reaching deeper and deeper as my clit is being devoured by those delicious lips and the lip ring that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
A deep, reluctant groan sounds in the back of my throat, then a half cry and a half moan as my vision gets clouded.
He rises from between my legs to lick a line across my lower belly and looks into my eyes for a moment, enhancing my pleasure before he dives back. I moan as my hands run through his disheveled hair and he picks up the pace. “AHH.”
His fingers are searching for something inside me, tapping my front wall eagerly and curling toward my belly button in a “come here” motion. I arch my back and stretch my neck as the pleasant sensation tickles me down to my toes.
“You’re so tight, taking my hands like a wet slut deep inside you.” The way his raspy voice spills those words out is making my eyes clench shut. “You know what I want, Blakely?”
What? I respond inwardly.
“I want everyone in this motel to remember my name in the morning after hearing you scream it all night.”
Yes…
“I want your pussy to be so full of me, spasming uncontrollably around my hard throbbing cock.”
Don’t stop, tell me more.
“I want to watch your face as pleasure consumes you.”
I gasp as the pleasure heightens, nearing a peak.
“I want to squeeze your throat and watch your pussy clench again, needing my cock like oxygen because I will force those orgasms that belong to me out of your dirty pussy repeatedly.”
When I make a throaty, pleasured moan he doubles his efforts. The way he applies doses of pressure to his movements throws me into a fierce orgasm.
“I want to hear all those beautiful sounds you make echoing against my skin.” He continues. “Don’t think that I will stop for a moment. I won’t stop until we are passed out with my cum leaking out of you.” His fingers hit that spot. “If you’d show an ounce of defiance I will fuck you harder.”
“Fuck, fuck, Meadow, fuck…”
Shuddered from something deep within, I shake and jerk in his grip, my hands clawing a handful of the sheets. An amazing sensation bursts from between my thighs. A gush of fluid stains the sheets, and I moan in ecstasy. This feeling racks through me in successive bursts.
“Ah-h… A-hh.” My moans are breaking up as I slowly descend from the high and take a deep breath. I’m not sure but I think I just squirted for the first time in my life and it felt freaking intense and amazing.
Meadow’s face hovers over mine, delicately kissing my nose, “You’re beautiful, hot, and sexy,” and then my chin, “And can’t keep your eyes away from me.”
“Really?”
“Who’s going to praise me?”
“Me,” I reply in my post-orgasmic voice.
“Yeah?” he shoots me a surprised look, “Praise me. ”
“Don’t you have to earn it first?” I tease him while I play with his necklace that dangles in the space between us.
He chuckles but immediately turns darker, “Blakely.”
I signal him to sit above me so I can take his hands and place them over my breasts as I make a delicate moan. His hands feel so good rubbing against my nipples. “You did such a good job making me squirt for the first time.”
A low growl rips from his throat. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Now let your attitude fuck me.” I enjoy the fact he is letting me touch his hands and it prickles my skin with excitement. I get thrilled over hands that I find sexy—but his hands are the ultimate pill, feeding my kink.
“You can’t, just for a minute,” he groans the words, “You’re so fucking responsive to my hands it’s alarming.”
With my eyes closed, I shake my head sideways, bathing in pleasure. “I want you to fuck me until I scream.”
“That’s more like a demand.” He whispers against my skin.
“You should take that as a compliment.”
“You kept the bag of gummy bears I gave you.” It’s not a question since he already knows the answer. They are on the table where he was when I first got here.
I still, force my eyelids open. “I guess I saved them for a special occasion when I need something comforting,” I answer.
“Gummy bears can be sexy.”
“How…?”
He quickly brings the bag and spreads the colorful content all over my stomach, fixing a few in a straight line until the last one is right above my clit.
“Like this.”
His lips round a gummy bear and he hums, the vibration on my stomach creates little tremors within me and wet my pussy when he does it with another gummy bear.
Oh, fuck.
One by one, his tongue peels them off my skin. Altering between licking and sucking the spot. Somewhere in the middle, he peels one and crashes our mouths, letting me play with the gummy bear as we both let it glide over our tongues and fight each other.
He purposely drops it onto my neck, nipping my sensitive skin like a vicious animal before he licks it off and eats it.
A look of victory covers his face.
The room smells like cigarettes, sex, candies, and his earthy scent. I’m so turned on by him that I can’t even put it into words. He is such a brat sometimes that all I want to do is teach him a lesson and watch his expression turn into pleasure.
When he extends his hands up so I can touch him and rub my fingers against his skin, his prominent veins make my brain tickle until it short circuits. I sigh inwardly, taken by the erotic sensation.
Outside this room, the world could be on fire and I wouldn’t care right now. I need this. I need orgasms.
He drops another on my breast and attacks my nipple with more bruising marks, sucking the wet gummy bear along with my hard nipple .
The gummy bears disappear with the saliva he smears across my flesh. As the last one is sucked, he inhales my pussy into his mouth, sucking my clit ferociously. My hips buck up, and my hands tug his hair at the root. His fingers and tongue circle gently and my body buzzes when he eats me slowly and sensually, running his tongue along my slit.
Throaty groans fly past my lips.
He growls at my pussy and the vibrations are blinding. I am so sensitive and excited that he coaxes another orgasm and as I’m coming, he clasps his hands around my thighs hard and sucks me until I thrash against his hold, losing control and pouring myself into his mouth.
He tastes every drop and swallows it happily. “Desperate and so fucking adorable.” The weight of him hovers above my relaxed form, he licks my cum off his lips, traces of it glistening on top of his nose. He pushes his tongue past my lips until I taste myself.
A noise resembling a thud from the far side of the door pulls our attention. We turn our heads toward it.
Fuck, I hope it’s not Milo or Lai.
A moment passes and it’s gone.
Panting in relief, we stare at each other. For a long second, we’re stuck in a trance, lost in the other’s undefinable gaze. Unsure what it means for the rest of the summer.
The soft amber light casting his sharp features enables me to see him in a different light yet I’m still unsure.
“I have a flight to catch.” He pulls away and puts his shirt back on. “See you soon. ”
Pulling myself up to sit, I look at him in confusion. “What? But—”
“When I fuck you, you will acknowledge that.” He grabs his duffel bag from the table. “When I fuck you, you’d want everything I have to give you.”
“So why did you do this with me?”
“You needed to let off some steam and I didn’t want you to ask someone else.” He sincerely replies with a hint of playfulness.
I can’t believe this, the high I felt a moment ago is being replaced with sulkiness. “I’m not planning to sleep around,” I sneer.
“Next time I’ll buy you fruit roll-ups, you can wrap them around my dick.” His voice is still playful. “I don’t want to rush things when we do this. I want to take my time because I will break you, corrupt you, and put you back together piece by outrageously gorgeous piece.”
I take small breaths, oxygen seems to filter in slowly when he speaks like that. I’m too stunned to react which is a first for me. I lie here naked and somehow he made me feel so beautiful and powerful and so used all at the same time. I shouldn’t feel bad about it because I wanted to do the same to him but he outdid me.
“There you go,” he hands me a few photos out of his duffel bag. “They’re old but your mom is in all of them. I got it from my parents, they said you would like it.”
I gaze in awe when I see Mom’s wide smile in all of them. I always collect things that belonged to her; letters, photos, jewelry, and whatever I can find. They mean everything to me.
“Thank you.”
“One last thing.” He looks me dead in the eyes, his tone—cold, “You keep quiet. I know you’re smart and you probably figured it out. So keep it to yourself. No one can know and if you blurt it, I’d know it’s you and there will be consequences.” The murderous weight of his stare is so pronounced that I regret every part we shared tonight as short as it was, I wish I could undo it.
I watch as he steps outside, salutes me, and signals me to keep my mouth shut while he silently closes the door after him.
I fucking hate him.
Now, I have to bear his marks while he is gone.