4. Chapter 3
Eli
My lips close over her firm nipple. She trembles, making quiet, whimpering sounds. My hand massages her other breast.
Wearing a red top, her breasts looked stunning. Full and firm. I’m quite disappointed they’re not real, like the toupee on Uncle Reynold’s head. After the number of women who’ve warmed my bed at night, I should be an expert. Know better. Well… everyone can make a mistake at some point.
Despite this little slip-up—in fact, two slip-ups—I keep going. There’s no way this is going to discourage me.
Her body arches as I move my mouth back to her neck. Stacy or Macy, whatever the hell her name is, lets out a loud moan when I suck a sensitive spot below her ear.
Positioning myself snugly between her thighs I grab one knee and lift it up. The enthusiastic student puts it over my hip. Her other leg knows how to move.
My hips meet hers with small thrusts. Whenever the head of my dick hits her clit, she rewards me with more moans. She’s responsive, I’ll give her that. Just a little… Fake.
To prepare myself, I close my eyes and aim to get in the mood. There’s something not quite right, though I can’t pinpoint what it is.
It should be good.
There’s a warm body, a tension; it’s all there.
And yet I feel nothing.
My goal is to ignore it. This isn’t a fairytale affair. We both understand why we’re here.
With another thrust, I enter her. All the way. She’s warm, soft, and…
Fuck! She’s not as tight as I imagined, but hey, you can’t have everything. Can you?
Okay. It’ll be fine. Focus, asshole!
My eyelids rise, and Stacy/Macy watches me from beneath a fan of lashes. Her eyes are hazy, cheeks rosy, and her lips half open. The rise and fall of her chest is a constant, measured movement, while her fake breasts stay inert.
I brush her damp bangs off her forehead.
Why is she already so sweaty? For God’s sake, I’ve only thrust six times all the way to the hilt, and she’s melting beneath me like discounted ice cream.
Fine. Forget it, Eli.
So I gaze at the throbbing artery on her neck, throbbing like crazy, and push in deeper.
“Eli, you’re so fucking good,” she blurts out between moans. “And so big!”
My body freezes. Her blue eyes don’t break contact with mine. I don’t know what I’m looking for in them, but whatever it is, it’s not there.
You can’t be serious. Free online porn offers greater creativity.
Frustration creeps under my skin like poison. This was supposed to be a relaxing hookup, yet it’s anything but.
Is it possible that I’m the one with the problem?
Either way, the pissed-off animal inside me places a hand on the girl’s neck, squeezing, though not enough to hurt her.
I feel good. I feel good…
Fuck! I feel good.
I almost believe it when she whispers into my ear. “I want to ride you. On your back, baby boy.”
I’m not sure what’s more surprising: her words or the power in her thighs as she flips me. All without pulling out of her.
Baby boy?
What the fuck?
Anyway, now I’m on my back, she’s bouncing on my cock, and my hands are on her full hips. We keep doing this over and over again while she massages her breasts. That part of her body, that game, amuses her more than it does me. Or so it seems.
Her moans get even louder and more exhausting.
“Do you want to come, baby boy? Should I give it to you? Hm? Beg,” she says, and my mind goes blank. I didn’t sign up for her dominance. Or any other woman’s, for that matter. There’s no fucking way I’m begging her for that!
Stacy/Macy’s gaze is still absent. I won’t lie, the malice in her eyes scares me a little. There’s something dark there, giving me goosebumps all over my body. Noticing this, the girl smiles, mistaking it for a sign of my arousal.
I’m hoping for a quick finish. That’s the truth.
However, I want to make sure she orgasms before I send her out of my bed.
A few more pumps. Come on!
Three. Two…
Her scream is ear-splitting. It’s so loud that half the city can hear her, I’m sure. Fucking hell! A wave of pleasure surges through her body, causing a shiver, and her pussy tightens around my cock.
Oh yeah, now I can feel her much better. But—
That’s not the case for me. Being with her doesn’t make me lose my mind. I don’t even get that usual rush right before I fill the condom with my cum.
She collapses onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“That was fun,” she murmurs.
All I can do is nod.
It’s obviously nonsense, but that’s how it is.
If she thinks this is the time for cuddling, she couldn’t be further from the truth.
At that exact moment, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
My hands still rest on her hips, so it’s pretty easy for me to push her off. To prevent her from seeing the empty condom, I turn away, sit up, and focus on the screen.
My father.
Goddamn it. That’s all I needed today.
A moment ago, I was trying to drown out my thoughts with a stranger’s body. Now the past is knocking on my door, through the phone.
Leaping from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom. “I have an important conference call in a minute,” I say, loud enough for her to hear. Actually, loud enough for her to hear everything my lips aren’t saying.
Time for you to find your way out.
“Are you serious?” A note of tension enters her voice.
“Unfortunately, yes. I completely forgot about it. Sorry.” Where the hell is my T-shirt?
As I step out of the bathroom, she’s sitting on the bed in some strange position that brings yoga to mind. “You forgot?!”
“Sorry, honey. If I’d remembered, I would’ve rescheduled.”
Finally, after an awkward moment of glaring, my companion snorts and gets up. Throwing on a top and shorts, she adds, “Your loss. We could’ve done this all night.”
“Definitely. Maybe I’ll call sometime.” No way! Fuck. I’ll never call. Why am I even trying to soothe her hurt feelings?
“Don’t bother.”
Thank God.
She walks out of the bedroom into the hallway and to the front door. I would like to say it’s a gracious gesture to see a guest out as I follow in her footsteps. But I just want to make sure she’s gone and the door is locked behind her.
She leaves without a word, the door finally slams shut. I lean against it and take a deep breath.
“Jesus Christ.”
Moments later, I step out of the shower and can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with me. Dead wrong.
A beautiful, willing woman was lying in my bed. Any guy in my shoes would be over the moon. Yet in my mind, there were things about her that bothered me.
Because of all that, I didn’t come. Wasn’t even close. That pisses me off more than it should.
What’s wrong with me?
The stress brought on by the whole situation with the Pact is inevitable. But is that the reason?
I put on a fresh T-shirt to sleep in and sit back down on the bed.
A sense of disgust with myself hits me with force. I need to change the sheets before I lie down again. But not just yet.
I enjoy the silence. Such a heavy, bitter silence.
My phone vibrates again.
With a sigh, I grab it and answer the call. It’s not me who speaks first. Instead, I hear his voice. My father’s voice.
“Hi, Eli. How are you, son?”
How is it even possible for these six words to piss me off on the spot? It’s beyond me, but it’s so real.
“Everything’s fine. What do you want?” For a brief moment, the snarl destabilizes him.
“I’d like to meet. Talk. We need to talk.” His voice is uncertain.
“I’m busy. When I find a moment, we’ll meet.”
We both know I’m lying. I’m not that busy, and I have no intention of meeting him. I haven’t seen him in over five years. And yet, throughout all this time, he hasn’t stopped trying to get in touch with me now and then. He just doesn’t get it. What was before should die and stay buried.
When my father doesn’t give up after all, I clench my jaw. “I’m back in town for good. It’ll be easier for us to find time now. This weekend?”
I shut my eyes. I didn’t know he’d returned from his world travels. Actually, how would I have known?
“Sorry. A meeting on the coast. Business.” Another lie. That’s a lot of lies for one day.
“Yeah, okay. No problem. Perhaps the following week, then?”
Not next week, not this weekend. Not soon, if I have any say in this!
His question breaks the last thread of my patience. “Don’t push me. If I have time, I’ll get back to you.”
I end the call and throw the phone on the floor.
“Fucking hell!”