Chapter 7
Noelle
By the time we made it to my room, my legs were still a little shaky, and I swear that man knew it.
He didn’t say a word walking down the hallway, just kept his hand on the small of my back like he owned the whole damn building and everything in it—including me.
Bree would flip if she knew what I’d been up to.
Hell, I shocked my damn self by fucking him in a public bathroom of all places, but the liquor was talking more than I was.
Feeling him behind me on that dance floor just did something to me.
I felt that anaconda graze my ass and the floodgates opened. I needed to feel him inside of me.
Somewhere between the bathroom and the walk to my door, every belief or expectation I had about this “healing retreat” went flying straight out the damn window.
I came up here thinking I’d journal, drink tea, maybe pretend to meditate like Bree said…
but nope. The universe said girl, you need dick.
And honestly… it wasn’t wrong. I’d been craving it way too long.
My toys hit the spot, sure, but they didn’t compare to the real thing, nothing like the heat, the weight, the pressure, the way a man’s breath stutters when you clench around him.
God… that man had me forgetting my own damn name.
I couldn’t wait to tell Bree about our bathroom fuck session.
Scratch that… I hoped nobody heard us. Actually…
never mind. I don’t give a damn if they did.
That was the type of dick that make you scream up to the Gods and thank every ancestor that ever existed.
If somebody heard it? Good. They needed the testimony.
I was gone enjoy this week. No rules, no expectations, and not an ounce of guilt.
Just me and whatever the hell this man unlocked in me tonight.
I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and the click of it shutting behind us felt…
dangerous, yet intentional. He had me folding in that bathroom, but I had something to prove.
He needed to know that I was still in charge, or so I planned to be.
Shit, my mind was boggled by how he ate my pussy up and fucked me against that sink.
I didn’t know what I had planned, but I knew I wanted more.
He stood there for a second, looking at me like he was trying to decide whether to fuck me against the wall or give me ten seconds to breathe first. I didn’t give him the chance.
“Sit down,” I said, nodding toward the edge of the bed.
His brow lifted a little but he obeyed. He sat down slow and confident with his legs spread, elbows resting on his thighs, looking up at me like he was waiting to see what I thought I was about to do.
My heart thumped hard in my chest, but my pussy was creaming and screaming for him.
Oh, she ready. I stepped between his legs, sliding my hands up his chest, dragging my nails down his abs slow just because I knew he’d feel it.
I slowly unzipped his pants and he leaned up, allowing me to pull them down and free his thick, meaty dick.
“You had your fun in that bathroom,” I murmured. “My turn.”
He smirked, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah? What you gon’ do with this big muthafucka?”
I climbed into his lap instead of answering. The way his breath hitched told me everything I needed to know. I gripped his chin, making him look at me while I settled over his dick, bare skin to bare skin, slow enough to make him curse under his breath.
“Damn…”
“You talk a lot of big boy shit,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let’s see how quiet you get when I’m in control.”
His hands slid to my hips automatically, but I slapped them away.
“No,” I said. “Don’t touch me.”
His nostrils flared. Yeah, he liked that.
I felt his dick jump against me. I lifted myself just enough to guide him inside, sinking down slow.
My pussy was still sore from the mess he’d made in the bathroom, but the urge to feel him was greater than the pain.
His jaw tightened, his hands flexing into the sheets like he was fighting the urge to grab me.
“Mm,” I moaned, my head falling back as he stretched me open. “You like that, Daddy?”
He tried to buck his hips up but I pushed his chest back down.
“Uh-uh,” I smirked. “I said my turn.”
I started riding him in slow circles first, grinding deliberate, making sure he felt every inch and every damn crevice of my pussy. He exhaled this low, broken sound from deep in his throat, like I’d just punched the wind out of him.
“Fuck…” he muttered, head dropping forward. “You tryna get a muthafucka killed. This pussy lethal.”
I rolled my hips harder, faster, planting my hands on his shoulders as I rode him deeper.
“Nah,” I breathed against his lips. “Just showing you what this pussy can do without your little instructions.”
He laughed, surprised before his breath caught again when I bounced on him harder.
“Damn…” he gritted out. “Okay… I see you proving your point. I like how you taking this dick too, baby…”
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“Say it.”
His hand shot to my thigh like he couldn’t help himself, gripping tight. “You got it,” he growled.
“You runnin’ shit right now.”
That sparked something in me. I grabbed his face and kissed him deep and nasty, then pulled back enough to lock eyes with him while I kept riding.
“You feel that?” I whispered, slamming down a little harder. “This is me taking every inch of that rich, big dog dick you was talking shit about.”
He groaned, head falling back, voice breaking. “God damn, Elise…”
I smiled, wicked, leaning into the thrill of knowing I could make him sound like that with barely any effort.
“Don’t give in yet,” I warned, speeding up. “I’m not done.”
I rode him harder, and his whole body tensed beneath me—trying not to come, trying to breathe, trying not to flip me over and fuck me into the mattress.
“Shit—” he hissed, grip tightening on the sheets. “You… you playin’ dirty.”
“No,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his chest. “Just matching your energy.”
His thighs flexed under me. His breath grew uneven. His voice cracked.
Hearing him stumble over his words had my pussy gushing with pride.
“Fuck… Elise… I’m—”
I held his face in both hands, riding him deeper, faster, pushing him right to that cliff’s edge. His hands gripped the sheets again like he was physically holding himself back from nutting.
“Shit—Elise—” he groaned, voice dropping into a deep, strained growl. “I’m… I’m about to—”
I don’t know what came over me, but the second I heard those words, I hopped off with no warning. His eyes snapped open, shocked I even moved. His dick slid free—thick, glistening, sitting heavy against his stomach while he tried to catch his breath.
“Why the fuck you—” he started, but then his voice broke. “Oh… fuck,” he whispered as I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him slow and teasing before flicking my tongue over the tip and taking him deeper into my mouth. His whole body jerked.
“Elise…” His voice cracked. “Damn…”
I looked up at him while I sucked him deeper, letting him watch how much I wanted him. His thighs flexed, chest rising fast, his hand dragging over his face like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I was trying to suck the soul out of his dick.
“God… damn,” he breathed, watching every movement of my lips.
I went lower, tightening my mouth around him, stroking what I couldn’t take. His head fell back with a harsh groan, legs spreading wider like he needed space just to survive it.
“You gon’ suck this nut out?” he growled, fingers tangling in my hair.
I moaned around him, and his whole body trembled.
“Every drop…” I whispered when I pulled off for a second, stroking him slow and messy. “Let me taste it, Daddy.”
His jaw clenched as I twirled my tongue around his fat, mushroom tip, then hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him deeper than before.
I felt him snap, hips jerking as hot nut spilled into my mouth.
I held him there, sucking him through every wave, swallowing everything he gave me until he sagged back on his hands, shaking like he’d been through something spiritual.
“Damn, girl…” he whispered, voice gone, chest heaving. “The fuck you tryna do to me?”
I wiped my lips with my thumb, looked up at him, and smiled slow.
“Finishing what I started.”
The next few days after, blurred into something we never planned, and neither of us put words to because saying anything out loud would’ve made it real.
We fucked, we ate, we slept. We woke up tangled around each other and then fucked again.
We didn’t have any expectations, just chemistry that kept housekeeping dropping off fresh sheets like clockwork.
It was probably unhealthy how many times I’d had that man inside me, but I wasn’t complaining.
He definitely wasn’t either. We only left the room long enough to grab food, walk the trails, or sit on the balcony while he worked quietly on his phone.
I pretended I wasn’t staring at his profile like he was sculpted specifically to ruin me.
At night, he’d pin me to whatever surface was closest—bed, wall, balcony railing—and my body always answered before my mind caught up.
We never talked about feelings. Hell, we barely talked about real life.
What was understood, didn’t need to be explain…
When this week ends, we go our separate ways.
But in the in-between … the quiet moments when he’d fall asleep with his arm across my waist, or when he’d pull me closer in his sleep like his body recognized mine, something was happening that I tried to ignore.
Something he pretended not to feel. But it was there.
On the third night, after dinner, after another round of him folding me over the foot of the bed and left my legs shaking, I sat in the tub of hot water, bubbles up to my chest, candles flickering low.
He came in shirtless, towel around his waist, leaning on the doorway like he had something on his mind.
“You good?” he asked, voice low, casual… but his eyes said otherwise. They softened every time he looked at me. He didn’t even realize it.
“Mmhm,” I said, sliding my leg up the side of the tub. “Just relaxing.”
He smirked. “You sure? Last time you said that you couldn’t even walk straight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Boy, please.”
Come over here so I can climb you like a tree is what I really wanted to say. But I kept that to myself
“You know…” I said slowly, trailing a wet finger over my thigh, “…the first night I saw you? Before we actually met?”
He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish with interest all over his face.
“I finger fucked myself in this tub,” I finished, watching his expression shift. He stood in the doorway, silent, staring back at me.
“You did what?” he asked, breaking the silence between us and stepping forward.
“I said what I said.”
He walked closer, dropping the towel somewhere behind him, and freeing my favorite meal since I’d been here. He stepped and slid down, the water sloshed as his body pressed behind mine, his hands sliding up my thighs like he’d been waiting for this exact confession.
“You fucked yourself in here,” he repeated, voice brushing the back of my neck, “thinking about me?”
“Y--yeah,” I admitted, breath catching. “I saw you walk in that mixer and went back to my room dripping.”
He groaned like that shit did something to him.
“Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how you touched this pussy without me.”
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him in the warm water, my hands braced on his shoulders. His dick sat hard against my stomach, thick under the surface, and he leaned back against the tub like he wanted a full performance and I was about to give him one.
I lifted my hips and sank down on him slow, letting both of us feel the pressure as the water rippled around us.
“Fuck…” he hissed, gripping my waist. “Show me how you really feel.”
I rolled my hips, water sloshing over the edge, his breath falling uneven. He watched me like I was something addictive…his lips parted, eyes locked on where our bodies met under the bubbles.
“This how you rode your fingers?” he asked, voice ragged.
“No,” I moaned, lifting and dropping on him again. “This is better.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deep, drowning us both more than the water ever could.
I rode him harder, my hands on his chest, my breath catching every time his dick hit deep.
The water made everything wetter. It was slow but nasty, sensual but filthy, every grind sending sparks through my spine.
His hands finally grabbed my ass, helping me move.
And just like that bathroom… just like the bed… just like every moment between us…we came at the same damn time. me shaking against his mouth, him groaning into my shoulder as heat spilled deep inside me under the water. For a split second.
When he came inside me for the hundredth time, a tiny shock went through my brain, not from the orgasm but rom the realization that we hadn’t touched a condom this whole time.
The should’ve cared since I knew I wasn’t consistent with my birth controls pills.
I had no reason to be since I’d only been fucking rubber toys.
I collapsed against his chest, breathless, his arms steadier than mine.
For a minute, neither of us spoke just laid in silence and held onto each other like the world outside the resort didn’t exist.
“No strings,” he said finally, voice low.
I nodded slowly. “No strings.”
But the truth sat heavy between us. We were lying…both of us. And we felt it. I just didn’t know yet how bad it would hurt to walk away.