Chapter 13
HOLLISTER
Her tiny ass wiggles in my hands. My fingers tighten, watching her glistening pussy beg for my cock. I haven’t even rolled the condom I grabbed when I got the necklace on yet. If I were to touch myself right now, I’d probably come all over my hands. I need a minute to calm myself down.
“More than you know.”
I look away from her tempting and teasing body.
Let my hands stroke and massage every supple curve while staring at the canvas ceiling of the cabana.
She twitches and moves away from my fingertips as they tickle her flesh, concentrating on getting my erection to back off enough to roll the rubber on.
“You okay back there?”
I glance down, find her watching me over her shoulder.
She adjusts under my touch, tucking a pillow under her chest and sprawling out on it.
Her ass is still high in the damn air, waiting.
I told her before that this was a dream.
No. It’s so much more than that. A fantasy. Ecstasy. I don’t know which.
“This is all I want. On my knees behind Babs.”
Her smile is dazzling. A coyness to her expression when her shoulder tilts forward. She looks away, and I grab the wrapper, ripping it open and rolling it on. I can’t wait any longer. If I come early, I’ll make it up to her. Eat that divine pussy from behind. It’s always a fan favorite.
I cup the apex where her leg and pelvis meet while holding my cock at her entrance.
I’m quickly getting addicted to the first push into her.
The way she gasps. Moans when I push past her tight rings.
It’s obvious she hasn’t had sex in a while.
I can tell by the way she feels. The way her mouth hovers between smiling and pain.
Knowing I’m her first in a long time makes me happy.
Proud even. I know she’d never fuck around on me and I her.
In fact, I stopped all that when I first held her at the gala.
Even took a damn STD test for this very moment.
Not that I’ve ever had anything, but I didn’t want to fuck this up with her by being positive for anything at all.
“Faster, pretty boy.”
She’s fucking me back. Getting off on me while I’m lost in my head over her. I snap out of my thoughts, zeroing in on the moment I’ve been masturbating to.
On my knees behind Babs.
This is so much better than I could have imagined.
“I thought I was making love to you? Or do you just want to be fucked?”
I’ve yet to be vulgar with her. It may or may not come. She doesn’t answer. Nor did I expect her to. She’s a lady, I doubt she’s ever been so blunt with what she wants. I don’t mind, I’ll have fun getting it out of her one way or the other.
My grip on her hip tightens, and I pick up the pace. She bounces back on me. Her ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. It’s so fucking hot, I lean over and plant kisses down her spine. She wiggles away, too focused on getting off.
“You’re ticklish.”
She sweeps her hand over her hair, captures it over her shoulder to give me more access to her back.
“I am. Have at it.”
Her brown eyes meet mine for a second before closing, moaning when my lips connect again. The position shoves my cock in deeper. All the way to her cervix, which slows her movement. She’s basically pinned between me and the pillow. The back of the lounger at the crown of her head.
I move off one knee, plant my foot beside her body, and fuck her even harder.
The position is incredible. Thrusting down into her to a chorus of her moans and gasps.
My nails skim her skin, wanting to drive her out of her mind.
Her entire back is a playground to be tickled.
Her pussy is my cocks playground to fuck. It couldn’t be more perfect.
She blasts through an orgasm with a muffled scream.
Those tight rings loosen, drenching me in wetness.
My hips pump against her ass. The slapping sounds like a fucking symphony between us.
Greedily, I want to fuck her like this forever.
The climax at the top of my balls threatens to overtake me instead.
“You’re amazing. We’re so good together, Barbara.”
I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. Probably too much, but nothing compares to this and her. She’s quiet and calm. Cool and calculating. Privately, she’s funny and playful. Smoking hot and a fucking competitor. The contrast fucks with my brain and cock. Wanting more while having everything I need.
She slurs something into the pillow. Even though I want to hear every last word that comes out of her mouth, I can’t. I want to make her come one more time and ride it with her.
“I want to feel you come apart around me again. Feel that hot, wet pussy squeeze me until I can’t hold back anymore.”
I lean down, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear. My legs splay to the side, angling back until I’m practically lying on top of her.
“Come with me. Let go. Be wild and free in here with me.”
Her body shudders beneath mine, a low moan building in her throat.
I can feel her heart racing. Her breath hitches as I grind against her, and my cock fills her completely.
Her pussy clenches. She’s close. Her fingers clutch at the pillow beneath her head.
Her eyes are squeezed so tightly, they make little wrinkles around the sides.
“Hollister,” she gasps, my name a plea on her lips.
She’s trying to hold back, to maintain that control she’s so used to, but I won’t let her. Not with me. I bury my face in her hair. Fucking her so deeply, so hard, that my cock feels like it’s fucking her pelvic bone. It hurts a bit, yet it is fucking amazing.
“I can’t. . . I can’t keep coming like this.”
Her body tells a different story. Her hips lift to meet my thrusts, her inner muscles clenching around me, begging for more.
“You can and you will.”
An odd thought that we’d be good together elsewhere, too, enters my brain and messes up my rhythm. It’s exactly what she needs to come again. A shift in pace, and she explodes underneath me, my cock bursting at this surprise revelation while coming together. As I wanted. As I commanded her to do.
I can’t think.
Can’t breathe. Only feel. Feel my balls release hard, intensely.
A blinding ecstasy overtakes me. Sending sensation down my spine and to the ends of my body.
Her moans fade against my groan. Long and throaty, vibrating into her body.
I’m probably crushing her, unable to hold myself back.
Unwilling to not have her trapped underneath me, taking every bit of dick I can stuff in her.
It’s amazing.
She’s amazing.
My damn mind will never be the same after this weekend.
Her body goes limp beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
I can feel her heartbeat slowing, her muscles relaxing.
I press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, as I slowly withdraw from her.
A soft whimper escapes her lips, and I can’t help but smile at her sensitivity.
I roll off her, lying by her side. Her eyes are closed. Her hair is a wild mess around her face. She’s never looked more beautiful. I reach out, trace a line down her cheek, her shoulder, and the back I covered in kisses. She shivers under my touch, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You’re insatiable.”
Her voice is hoarse from her screams of pleasure. I chuckle, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Only for you.”
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. She studies me for a moment, her expression softening.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
I nod, my fingers trailing down to her hip, tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Barbara. You should know that by now.”
She smiles, a genuine one that reaches her eyes. It’s a rare sight, and I feel a sense of pride that I’m the one who put it there.
“I’m beginning to. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, propping myself up on one elbow to look down at her.
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine.
“Free. Alive. Seen.”
I understand what she means. She’s always in the public eye, always has to maintain a certain image.
But here, with me, she can let go of all that.
She can just be herself. The woman she is beneath the facade, the woman she’s been hiding from the world.
The woman she’s been hiding from herself.
I run my hand over her ass, feeling the soft curves of her body.
“You are seen, Barbara. You are free. You are alive.” I lean down, my lips brushing against hers. “And you are incredibly sexy when you let go.”
She laughs softly, her body arching into my touch when she moves closer.
“You make me feel sexy. You make me feel a lot of things I haven’t felt in a long time.”
Her words send a surge of desire through me. I want to make her feel everything. I want to make her feel things she’s never felt before. I want to be the one who brings her to life, who sets her on fire.
She swallows hard, her eyes searching mine.
“I’m thinking that this is dangerous. You’re dangerous. You make me feel too much.”
A slow smile spreads across my face.
“And that’s a bad thing, Babs?”
Her hand moves to her throat in search of those pearls that are not firmly stored away in the past that she’s outgrowing.
Recognition overtakes her expression when she comes to touch my necklace and my pendant instead.
I swallow my smugness, knowing I did it primarily for her and partly for me.
Not ownership, as I told her, but a piece of me that lives within her.
“It is when you’re not used to it. When you’ve spent years building walls to keep everything in check.”
“Let them crumble. Like the Roman empire.”
She chuckles, bitter and harsh. A terrible sound.
I collect her in my arms, rolling her on top of me and hugging her body to mine.
She wiggles about. Gets comfortable. Props her arm across my chest to look at me.
Her eyes soften as she looks down at me, her hair cascading over her shoulders, creating a curtain that blocks out the world.
It’s just us, here in this moment, and I want it to last forever.
“The Roman Empire didn’t just crumble, Hollister. It burned. And I’m not sure I’m ready to set my world on fire just yet.”
I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Then we’ll set it ablaze together. Because I can promise you this, Barbara, I’m not going anywhere until you ask me to. And even then, I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave.”
She swallows hard, dipping down so she is lying in the crook of my neck.
“Why would you say that?”
Her breath is warm against my neck. Our bodies stick together due to the heat we generate.
“Because it’s true. If we’re this good together, why wouldn’t I want it to go on?”
She lies motionless for several long seconds, then clears her voice.
“I guess you’re right. Good sex is hard to come by.”
The words hit hard.
Reduced to casual sex.
My mouth dries.
The words of encouragement or support of this becoming more die on my tongue.
She sent me spiraling. I offered her more, and she shut me down.
Chalked me up to a fuck boy or booty call.
My ego is bruised. My feelings are a bit battered.
I thought this was leading somewhere. Thought I would want to see her outside the secluded safety of my family compound.
Could possibly hold hands with her when we get back home.
All that evaporates in the salty air. A bad feeling starts sneaking in. My chest tightens, breath catching in a place I didn’t expect to feel hollowed out.
Good sex.
That’s what she thinks this is?
The sentence rolls around in my skull. Louder than the waves outside. Louder than the blood rushing through my ears. I let out a chuckle.
Not because it’s funny. Because I need something to break the silence between her body and mine. She’s still lying here. Her cheek against my shoulder like nothing’s changed. Like she didn’t just drive a subtle little dagger between my ribs with a soft voice and a sideways smile.
I stare at the ceiling of the cabana. Watch how the linen flaps shift with the breeze pushing the ceiling fan blades.
I don’t want to be a good lay when she’s lonely.
A fun secret weekend with the younger guy she can box up in memory with her pearls.
Not that I labeled what this would be. Fuck, if I hadn’t thought that far ahead. But damn, it could be more.
My throat aches from the lump forming there from misinterpreting every signal.
“Yeah.”
The word comes out flatter than I mean it to. She doesn’t notice. Or maybe she does and decides not to push. Either way, I feel myself pull back. Not physically, but something closes inside my chest. I offered her something more.
Not a ring.
Not a promise.
Potential.
She stamped it out with one little line.
Put distance between us before it gets too real.
Before she’s even had a chance to really live.
And the bigger issue I keep shoving from my mind every time I breathe her in.
Dom. I still haven’t worked out how all this would work with him.
As much as I want her, I want him too. It’s fucking up my head.
I shift, just enough to slide out from under her. Her head lifts as I sit up, raking a hand through my hair.
“Why don’t we grab a shower?” I mutter, not looking at her. Needing to take the minute she took when coming into this cabana.
“Sounds perfect.”
“There’s an en suite in my studio. If you want to get started, I’ll join you after requesting lunch.”
The lie tastes like saltwater in my mouth. Bitter and cold. I’m not sure if I need space or if I’m being dramatic. All I know is that for the first time since this all started, I don’t feel like her equal. Not in the way I want to be. Not in the way I’ve made her feel. I feel cheap. Disposable.
Precisely like the women I used to toss aside without a second thought. The ones who looked at me with hope in their eyes the next morning, and got a half-hearted smile, a bullshit excuse, and a door quietly closed behind them. I didn’t think twice. Didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.
Now I do. Now I feel it. That same hollow ache I used to leave in my wake is cracking open in my own chest. I finally understand what it means to be wanted for a moment, but not for more.
It fucking guts me.