16. Walk Of Shame With No Jumper
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WALK OF SHAME WITH NO JUMPER
SETH
The alarm on my phone rips me from sleep, and I reach over, trying to silence it before it wakes Kylie, who stirs beside me.
“Is it time for you to leave?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah. You go back to sleep though,” I reply, kissing her shoulder.
“It’s okay. You need to check out and I don’t think housekeeping will appreciate finding a half-naked woman in the bed when they come to clean the place.”
“Honestly, I think I’d be pretty pleased,” I remark with a smirk, and she responds by poking out her tongue, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
“Let me just find my clothes and use the bathroom, and I’ll get out of here.” She throws back the covers, but I pull her to me and kiss her softly.
“Or, you can come shower with me and we can drop you back at your hotel in our car service?”
She cocks her head to the side and places a finger on the side of her mouth, pretending to give it a lot of thought. “I suppose I could do that. Sounds far better than a walk of shame with no jumper.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Walk of shame, huh?”
“Well, it kind of feels like a one night only kind of deal, so it sort of fits.”
I get out of bed and lead her into the bathroom. “Believe me, if we didn’t live in completely different countries, this would not be a one-night thing for me.”
I can see her reflection in the mirror when I reach in and turn on the shower, and her expression looks a little sad while she studies my back. “Yeah… it wouldn’t be for me either.”
I turn back to face her, pushing her hair back off her shoulders and cupping her face in my hands. “Hey, let’s not think about any of that right now. We can just enjoy this last hour or so together, okay?”
She nods, leaning her face into my hand and closing her eyes for a moment. “Okay.”
I peel my shirt over her head, throwing it back out onto the bed before pulling her in close and kissing her again.
I could kiss her forever.
But time is pressing on, so once I’ve pulled my shorts off, I lead her into the massive shower before resuming kissing her, a little hungrier this time. She presses herself against my chest while raising onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around my neck. I groan, lifting her up and pushing her back against the tiles. She gasps while bringing her legs around my waist, pulling me in so that our torsos are flush together, and the kiss grows more desperate. It’s like the realisation that this is the last time we’ll most likely ever see each other is hitting us both and we need to make the most of it. I lift her up higher, aligning her breasts with my mouth, and start sucking on one, then the other, until she is panting and grinding against me.
Lowering her to the ground, I drop to my knees, throwing her right leg over my shoulder and pressing my face between her legs, and she slides her hands into my hair.
“Seth,” she moans when I use my tongue and finger to bring her to the edge, looking up at her when her legs tremble.
She runs her tongue over her lower lip and throws her head back when the orgasm overtakes her, a cry escaping her while I continue to work her over. But I don’t let her go, instead working harder until she comes again, her body slumping a little.
I lower her leg back down and stand, pulling her against me while she gathers herself back together.
“You are very skilled at that,” she murmurs against my chest.
“I do my best,” I reply with a chuckle.
Once she catches her breath, she looks up at me with a glint in her eye before moving her hand to where my erection presses against her abdomen. My breath hitches while she moves her hand back and forth, slow at first, before picking up the pace. But when she lowers herself to her knees, it’s my turn to moan when she takes me in her mouth.
Using a combination of her mouth and hand, she works me up and I throw my head back, forgetting about the water running down on top of my head, the water hitting my face while I moan. Looking back down, I move my hands to grasp the back of her head, gently thrusting forward. I hit the back of her throat, and my eyes widen when she appears to have almost no gag reflex. She uses her hand on my hip to guide me faster, and before I know it, I’m coming and she swallows every drop.
“Okay, that was the best blowjob of my life,” I say once I’ve caught my breath, helping her to her feet.
“I do my best,” she replies, grinning while she uses my own words on me.
After the fastest shared shower known to man, I finish packing, haphazardly throwing the last items into my suitcase. We head out into the living space where Linc is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone .
“Good morning. The car service is downstairs,” he says, smirking.
Ignoring his amusement, I nod. “Cool. Well, we’re ready to go. We’ll drop Kylie at her hotel on the way.”
He gets to his feet. “That sounds good to me.”
The three of us head downstairs, and I check us out before joining Kylie and Linc in the car. Linc has taken the front seat, so I slide in the back next to Kylie, taking her hand in mine.
The driver navigates the early morning London streets, the mood inside the car pensive, with even Linc remaining quiet. Once we arrive at Kylie’s hotel, I ask the driver to give us a minute.
I join Kylie on the sidewalk, pulling her into a hug and resting my cheek against the top of her head while she clings to me.
It had been hard enough saying goodbye to her at the end of the tour, but now, after the best day and night with her, this is a thousand times harder.
When she looks up at me, there are tears shining in her eyes, and I know I look similar.
I run my thumb lightly over her cheek before leaning down to kiss her.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispers.
I press my forehead to hers. “I’ll miss you, too,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion.
She grips me tight, and it’s not until Linc calls out for me to get my ass moving that we finally break apart with one last quick kiss.
“Bye, Kylie.”
“Bye, Seth.” She places a hand to my cheek before stepping back while I climb back into the car.
I wave goodbye and then take a breath, letting my head drop back against the headrest when the driver pulls back into the traffic.
“You alright, man?” Linc asks, looking back at me with a concerned look on his face .
“Yeah. Just sucks that I met pretty much the perfect woman and there’s no future for us.”
He nods before turning back to face the front of the car, giving me some privacy to deal with the emotions rolling through me.
This trip has definitely had the desired effect, pulling me out of the shitty headspace I was in prior to leaving, but now, rather than getting my head back in the game, all I’m thinking about is the beautiful woman I’ve just had to say goodbye to.
Life really doesn’t go how we want it to sometimes.
After the flight back home, the car service drops Linc at his apartment first, before dropping me at the front door of my house. I let myself in, dropping my suitcase in my bedroom before heading for the kitchen. I’d arranged for my housekeeper to get me sorted with meals yesterday so that I could get back on my nutritionist approved food plan as soon as I got back. I’ve got two weeks before training camp starts, and I need to hit the gym every day to make sure I’m ready. It’s time to put the last three weeks behind me, no matter how perfect they were, and start getting back into my regular life.
Even if it feels like something is missing that I’ve never noticed before.