Chapter 32
LAILA
‘I should make us something to eat,’ Gabriel said as he stroked my cheek. We were in the huge bed in our villa, our legs and bodies tangled together.
It was now Monday and ever since we’d agreed to try and see where this went on Saturday night, we hadn’t left the villa.
We thought we’d have to leave yesterday because we’d eaten all of the food the hotel had kindly filled the fridge with and we’d used all the condoms we had, including the pack the hotel left inside the bedside drawer.
But when we called reception to ask where the nearest supermarket was, they told us that they had an app where we could order whatever we needed and get it delivered straight to our door.
The app had every food and drink option you could wish for as well as a more ‘intimate’ collection which included a condom and lube menu, plus a selection of sex toys and outfits, which made us chuckle.
There was no doubt about it. The Love Hotel really did think of everything.
So we’d ordered enough food for the next few days and some protection. We’d joked about getting some edible underwear or saucy outfits but agreed that’d just be an extra layer to remove and we were having enough fun without props. But never say never…
‘Not yet,’ I said, trailing my hand down his thick, muscular thighs, then dipping between them to grab his dick.
‘We have already fucked outside on the daybed, in the shower and in this bed only one hour ago and now you want more?’ He raised his eyebrow.
‘Oui, Monsieur,’ I said in my best French accent.
I could say I didn’t know what had come over me (pardon the pun), but I already knew the answer: Gabriel.
I’d never tried drugs and aside from that night in Paris, I rarely got drunk, but this man must be the definition of an addiction. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Don’t ask me how, but he knew exactly where and how to touch me to get me off. It was like he’d found a manual to my body and all of its erogenous zones and he’d not only studied it meticulously, he’d learnt it off by heart, taken the practical exam and been awarded ten out of ten. Zero notes.
When I first discovered Gabriel was my match, one of my many concerns was the age gap. But he’d handled my body better than men almost twice his age.
Whilst every other guy I’d slept with only cared about making themselves come, Gabriel’s sole pleasure was satisfying me.
He always made sure I came first and thanks to his talented tongue and cock, I’d experienced more orgasms given by someone else in the past forty-eight hours than I had in my whole adult life.
‘How can I refuse when you ask in French?’ Gabriel took another condom from the bedside table and dropped it on the bed. At this rate, we’d have to order another box.
‘Exactement,’ I said.
‘First I need to make sure you are ready for me.’ He slid his fingers between my legs. ‘You are already wet for me. I love it.’
‘Less talking and more fucking,’ I said, taking out the condom, sliding it down his hard length then pulling him on top of me.
‘Where did my sweet innocent Laila go?’ he grinned as he lined himself up at my entrance.
‘I left her in Paris,’ I said, ‘so you’d better take advantage whilst you can.’
Without saying another word, Gabriel thrust into me and we both groaned with pleasure.
God, this felt so good.
As we rocked together in perfect harmony, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. I was so glad that I’d decided to continue this.
Just as I lifted my legs up onto his shoulders so that he could go deeper, my phone rang.
I ignored it. Whatever it was would have to wait until we’d both got off.
The ringer stopped.
Then it started again.
‘Sorry, I should’ve put it on silent. Ignore it.’ I’d only switched it back on a few hours ago to check there hadn’t been any messages from Ricky as I hadn’t heard from him since last week. I hoped he was okay.
The phone rang for a third time and I paused.
Ringing twice was a lot, but three times in a row meant it must be an emergency.
‘You should check it,’ Gabriel said.
‘I don’t want you to stop! But you’re right,’ I sighed. ‘I should check. Don’t move though. Stay there.’
I lowered my legs, then reached for the phone on my bedside table which was now ringing for the fourth time.
When I saw Juliette’s name on the screen, my blood ran cold.
‘Shit. It’s your mum,’ I said then winced at how terrible that sounded.
Gabriel’s shoulders slumped.
‘I would suggest that you ignore her, but I know you will feel bad because you have not spoken to her for a while, so go ahead.’
He pulled out and I instantly missed the feel of him being inside me.
‘Hello?’ I said, trying to steady my breath.
‘Darling, hi! Sorry I didn’t reply to your messages. I was at the hospital.’
‘The hospital?’ I bolted upright, my eyes popping with shock. ‘What? Why? What happened?’
‘I slipped on the floor on Friday night and hurt myself. I was in absolute agony.’
‘Oh my God!’ I said, as a tsunami of guilt washed over me.
This happened on Friday.
The same night that I’d had sex with Gabriel.
So whilst poor Juliette was laid up in the hospital in agony, I had her son’s dick inside me.
And to make it worse, she’d just called me several times and I hadn’t answered because I was too busy getting fucked by him again.
What the hell was wrong with me?
‘Who’s taking care of you?’ I said quickly.
‘No one. I’m back at home but Marjorie is away and Cordelia has her children over.’
‘If you’re still in pain, maybe I can come and help,’ I replied quickly before realising what I’d said and what it meant for me and this trip. I was just used to always doing whatever I could to make sure she was okay.
Gabriel got up and left the room.
‘It might not be until towards the end of the week though, because I’d really like to stay a bit longer and enjoy my birthday,’ I added, deciding it was important to also consider my own needs for a change.
Plus, Gabriel had made an effort to plan something for me, so I couldn’t just run off and make all of his hard work go to waste.
And I didn’t want to leave.
I wanted to spend my day here with him like we’d arranged.
‘Oh, no, darling, you stay and enjoy yourself. I hope you are having lots of fun in the bedroom with your hot man! I cannot wait to hear all of the sordid details. Talk soon!’
She hung up.
Sordid.
When Juliette used that word, I knew she meant it in a light-hearted way, but little did she know that sordid was exactly what this situation was.
I knew it was wrong, but the truth was I just couldn’t help myself…