19. Coop #2
Her hands slide to her hips and she shimmies out of her panties. Maybe this time will prove the first was a fluke? Perhaps we’re not as amazing together as I remember—it has been a long time.
Mindful of her foot, I lift and place her in the center of the bed. I kiss all the way down her right leg, leaving her left one on the bed.
“I’m not a breakable doll,” she complains and sits up on her knees. With practiced ease, she flips me so I’m on my back. “Better.”
She crawls upward and her lips are even with my throbbing cock. Lillian only ever did this to me once for a brief second. Nese, however, has no such restraint. She licks and kisses and sucks. Hard.
My head thrashes against the pillows. She has to stop, otherwise I’m going to erupt. “Nese. Stop!”
“Feel good?”
“Damn right,” I get out between pants. “But you don’t want—”
“Don’t tell me what I want. I want this. You.” Her cheeks hollow and she sucks my cock as if it were the last crumb in a donut shop.
I warn, “Nese!”
My warning only garners deeper suction.
My balls rise, and I know I’ve reached the point of no return. Whether she wants it or not, I’m going to come in her mouth. There’s nothing I can do to stop myself. Unaware of my inner turmoil—or maybe ignoring it—she continues working me.
Finally, I let go, coating her throat with an endless stream. No way would Lillian have let that happen. For her part, Nese looks down on me with a satisfied grin, swallowing everything in her mouth.
“I think you liked that.”
I chuckle. “Probably too much.”
Reaching down, I drag her up my replete body. My fingers trail down her back, ending with squeezing her round ass. Kissing my way down her neck, I blow into her ear. “What are you doing to me, Nese?”
“What you deserve.”
Her immediate reply throws me further off-balance. “What do you deserve, Nese?”
“I want you to play me like one of your guitars.” She brings my hand to her mouth and kisses each finger. “Shred me like one of your solos.”
A wicked smile crosses my lips. “Like this?” I run my fingers between her legs, which are situated on top of me. When I reach her wet pussy, I pretend to play some chords, which makes her squirm. Never had as much fun playing basic notes before, but now I can’t get enough.
“They’re right. Guitarists have the best fingers.”
“Just in case you’re on the fence, I’ll prove it to you.” I continue my musical assault on her body, playing her like the most erotic guitar known to mankind.
Her body contracts and she screams, “I’m coming!” The waves of her orgasm roll over her until she collapses over me. She kisses my chest. “That was … wow.”
“Agreed.”
She rearranges herself over my body, careful to keep her injured foot away from any undue action. Somewhere between her breasts poking into my torso and her adjusting her foot, it hits me.
This is not who I am.
I don’t do random hookups, as Río urged me to do. I’ve only ever slept with my wife and now, Nese. Twice. Whatever madness temporarily took residence in my sex-addled brain, it needs to end here.
It doesn’t matter that we are life-changing together.
It doesn’t matter that she makes me feel what no other woman has.
It doesn't matter that she’s under my skin.
This is a dead end. The need to be in my own bedroom overwhelms me. With care, I sit up and deposit her onto the bed. “I’ll let you heal.”
She catches my wrist. “Stay with me.”
“I can’t.” I take a deep breath. “I can’t do this.”
“What? Have an amazing time?”
I close my eyes for a moment. “It was great, but it has to end. I don’t do random one-nighters.”
She scrambles to a sitting position. “You mean, you don’t have sex.” At my nod, she continues, “It’s only sex. No biggie.”
“It may not be to you, but it is to me. I can’t—won’t—do this again.”
“Are we back to this nonsense? You’re not a failure because your wife cheated.” She takes a deep breath. “Any more than I’m a failure because I had an accident and hurt my ankle.”
“Those are two very different things. And this is not about Lillian.” I suck in a breath.
“It’s that sex means something to me. A lot.
” I need to get away from her. Stat. “Because you’re still laid up, I’m going to take a day pass at tomorrow’s meditation retreat.
Feel better.” Resisting the urge to kiss her one last time, I scoop up my clothes and rush through my house, naked.
In my bedroom, I throw everything into the hamper and turn on the shower. The water glides over my body, sliding off my cock where Nese performed the best gig known to mankind. Which could be the problem.
Of course, my cock enlarges under my hand, until it’s hard.
I stroke it, pretending it’s Nese’s mouth once again, working me over.
My legs widen as I tug harder and harder, until I come for the second time on the shower floor.
Heart racing, I wish things between us could be different.
However, if Buddhism has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t fight reality.
You simply accept it. Which is what I’ve done, even if Nese doesn’t understand.
The next morning, I do as I told her I would and secure a day pass at the meditation retreat. Everyone is happy to see me again, and the guided meditation is excellent. Rather, it would be if I could keep focused. A certain stylist keeps distracting me.
I have to cut my losses and let her leave. I have more than enough clothes. No need to monopolize her entire vacation.
With this resolution made, I approach the checkout desk. “I probably won’t be here tomorrow, but I plan on attending the final week of the retreat.”
“Sounds good. We look forward to seeing you then.”
I drive to my house, where I find Nese sunbathing by the pool—thankfully wearing a bathing suit. She nudges me with her uninjured foot. “Hey there.”
“Hi.”
“Was the retreat everything you remembered it to be? Did the meditation clear your mind? Were the Masters Ten good for you?”
I do appreciate her questions, even if I’m perfectly aware she has no interest whatsoever in my responses. “I enjoyed the day very much. Centered me, like I needed.”
“Centered. I guess that’s good.”
“It is. I realized, through their expert guided meditation, that I need to stop hogging all your time. You still have more than a week left of UC’s break, and you should be enjoying it. Your work here with me is basically done.”
“I did receive a package while you were out. I ordered you some belts I want you to try on with your jeans and trousers.”
I wave. “Fine. Thanks.”
“You still need a few more items.”
“Whatever I need, I can pick up while we’re on tour. I have more than ample clothes now to carry me for a few months. Probably have more than I ever had, truth be told.”
She looks at me with her dark blue eyes, made even darker by the color of the water in the pool. “Are you certain you want me to leave?” She bats her eyelashes. “We make a good pair.” Limping slightly, she bridges the distance between us and her arms encircle my neck.
“Nese.” I clamp my fingers around her wrists. “I thought I was clear last night. There is no us. You and I are not going to happen again.”
Her cell announces a text, which she ignores. She wriggles closer and kisses my cheek. “I thought I was clear last night too. We’re amazing together. Why deprive ourselves?”
I stand. “Nese, this is for the best.”
“Fine.” She steps backward, and her chin lifts. “No matter what, I won’t shirk my duties as your stylist. Luke gave me a job to do, and I intend on finishing it.” She points to her room. “Let me get your belts.”
Nese limps into the house. Did I misconstrue her overtures? I replay what just happened, and decide I was correct the first time. Yet, something definitely shifted.
Nese returns holding several belts, which she presents to me. “I like this one and that one the best,” she points to two of them. “I need you to let me know what you think.”
“They’re all black, which was my only requirement before you,” I try to joke. She lifts one cheek halfway. Returning my attention to the belts she ordered, I give each its due. “I agree with you. These two are the best. However, this one is cool too.” I hold up a third.
“Awesome.” She bestows one of her brilliant smiles on me. “I’ll return these two and you can add the keepers to your closet.”
“Thanks. I will.”
“Do you truly believe you’ll be able to find the time when we’re on tour to purchase the things you need?
Remember how difficult it was for you guys to go shopping in Milan and Barcelona?
Hell, we were in the fashion capitals of the world, and UC had to be dragged into the stores kicking and screaming. ”
“Not much difference from here in LA,” I quip.
“True. But right now you have the time and no performance obligations. It would be better to continue as we have been.”
She hasn’t mentioned sex at all. Was I overblowing things? “How about a compromise? We’ll finish out this week by shopping. Then you take the final one as your break. Three weeks to rebuild a wardrobe seems sufficient to me.”
“Fine. But if we have to dip into the last week, we will.” She extends her hand.
I refuse to be pulled in. “No. This is it. Whatever you think I still need afterwards, we’ll pick up on tour.”
“We’ll see.” She gives me a quick peck on the cheek, then returns into the house. With a slight limp. My body yearns to go to her aid… in more ways than one.
Despite what I told her, why is it the more time I spend with her, the more time I want?