Chapter 8 A Hot Sigh
A HOT SIGH
Back in the car, I finally let out a long, hot sigh.
Half of relief, half of exasperation. I’d left Randy’s just in time.
An intense horniness was stretching across my body and now I couldn’t shake the exciting, insistent idea of it.
Of hands grasping my thighs, of his breath on my ear, his lips on my neck, his weight on top of me.
I was urgently in need of a long, hot session that would take me out of myself and into a sweeter state of pulsing ecstasy.
Even my fingers brushing against my own thigh made my breath hot and heavy.
Fuck. I really needed this car to get me back to my room before I exploded in a juicy mess in the backseat.
It had been some time since I’d felt this overwhelmed by the idea of fucking and the intensity both surprised and agonised me.
By the time we arrived back at Adonis, the fantasies running through my head were barely contained ripples of erotic delight, erupting in shivers through me.
Desire prickled my skin, made my blood feel weak with a rush of wild chemicals.
I needed touch, and I needed it right goddamn now.
I snuck back into the hotel and went straight for the elevator with only one primal urge in my head.
Relieved to be back in the safety and privacy of my room, I didn’t even wait to get comfortable.
The insistent urge of pleasure made me fall back against the closed door, my fingers running furiously under my skirt, searching for blissful, sweet release.
Oh, Randall, I whimpered helplessly, both ashamed and thrilled at the same time as I let all the thoughts inside finally escape and run wild…
As I lay panting and sated on the bed, I began to quickly dismiss the ridiculous excitement that had just swept me up.
It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him. I’d probably be turned on by literally anyone right now.
But also, I was meant to see him again tomorrow.
Would my body react the same? Would all this come flooding back?
Would I even resist it if it did? Mercifully, my spiraling thoughts were stopped in their tracks by Hannah calling.
“Okay, lady. Spill it!” She said, desperate to hear the gossip.
I chuckled and took her through the evening, leaving out the intense feelings I’d had when I left.
“So, he’s the perfect date?”
“In a way. But only because I’m telling him exactly what to do.”
“Um, this is low-key amazing. You actually get to direct how the date goes? So, you get everything you want!”
“I suppose so. I mean, remember every bad date, or even almost good date, you’ve been on? Then imagine that you could simply adjust all those little annoying things.”
“Like, tell them not to talk about their ex’s bakery they just opened, or the deal they got on their car repayments…”
“Or to pull your chair out for you, tell you the outfit you painstakingly put together actually looks nice…”
“Oh! To not eat like a gross animal, or expect to share a dessert. Those profiteroles, they’re all mine! Order your own if you want some.”
“Don’t ask me when the last time I had sex was, and then who with, and then look mad about it when I tell you.”
“Oh. Was that the banker?”
“Yeah. Nasty little toad that one. It’s funny how money makes some people seem attractive, though. Hey, so does this count for the bedroom too?”
“It’s not like we’re actually dating, Hannah. I’m his teacher.”
“Okay, professor. Well, if you’re doing dating practice, then bonking practice is the next step, right?”
“Ha! Not sure about that, Han.”
“So, what are you getting out of it?”
“I get a date that goes exactly how I’d want it to, and something other than being bored to tears back at the resort.”
That wasn’t quite true. Randall was not the perfect student for one. And I was still tussling with the disturbing feeling that I might want more than just not being bored in a hotel room.
Hannah put it as delicately as she could, “So, it’s that time of year, Luce…”
I sighed. For a moment, I had avoided the thought of it. But there was no escape.
“Yeah, I know. I’m trying not to think about it.”
“Just... Be careful, okay?”
“How do you mean?” I asked her innocently, but I knew what she meant.
“I worry about you, is all. You don’t always make the best decisions when this time comes around.”
“Gee, thanks, Mom.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I know you’re just looking out for me.”
I spent the next day sunbathing next to the pool, trying not to think about the evening ahead.
But I couldn’t help a small smile from rippling across my lips.
I wasn’t bothered by the slushy couples or the noisy families today.
I was entirely and utterly relaxed and pleased to have a whole dreamy day to myself.
I also had managed to dial down those insistent feelings and had convinced myself, pleasingly, that I was in control. Of everything. Randall would do what he was told, and so I didn’t have to worry. Just keep my cool, and it would be a funny story to tell back in the real world.
How was your holiday, Lucy? Oh, it was fine.
I got cooked for every night by none other than ice-hockey superstar, Randall Jackson.
Gosh! How did that happen? Oh, you know, he needed my help and I got him to return the favor.
Wait, did you and he… You know? Oh God, no!
You think I’m that easy? Seriously, you had a hot hockey player all to yourself, and you resisted the temptation? I sure did.
Leon interrupted my daydream with a cough to get my attention. I lifted my sunglasses and looked up at him.
“Hi there! I just wanted to check if you needed a car again tonight?”
Of course, he was asking more than that. He wanted to know the gossip and where I had been going, but I wasn’t inclined to let him in on the secret.
“Yes, please. Same time would be perfect.”
“And… Anything else you need?”
“No. But thanks, Leon.”
He gave me an unsatisfied look and then, when I didn’t say anything else, he shrugged and left me alone to dive back into my fantasies.