“I saw you,” he answered, taking her hand. “The day I came to view the flat. I’d seen lots of other places and you’re right, most of them had better facilities, nicer bathrooms, a lot more space but then you came out of your flat and smiled at me and that’s when it hit me. I didn’t want a fancy flat. I wanted the chance to get to know you.”
Kylie swallowed. She didn’t know whether to be shocked or flattered. Why her, she wondered. It wasn’t like she was anything special. He was the one with the beautiful body and the dazzling blue eyes. Surely, he could have his pick of women. What made him choose a misfit like her?
“So, what do you say, Kylie. Will you come away with me?”
“I… I’d love to, Craig.”
“Excellent.” A broad smile spread across his face. “You’d better go and pack your bags then. We leave within the hour.”
The train to Perth was a revelation.
“You’d think you hadn’t been on a train before, the way you’re acting.”
Kylie punched him lightly on the arm. “Of course I’ve been on a train. I take them all the time in and out of the city.”
“You’ve never been to Perth, I take it?”
She shook her head. She had travelled a fair bit back when she was a competitive swimmer, but it had always been by bus. She hadn’t looked out the window much in those days, too caught up in doing her homework or catching up on sleep. She had been glad to have Ruth to sit next to because his eyes were always on her, watching her. Not that he ever bothered her on the bus. But even his stare was enough to curdle the contents of her stomach. He just had a way of making her feel dirty. Not to mention needy. He’d trained her to enjoy being used.
“You sit by the window,” Craig said, herding her into her seat. “I want you to see everything. The sun will be going down soon, and it’s a lovely sight, watching it set over the mountains.”
She nodded and tried to concentrate on the view but all she could think about was his thick thigh brushing against hers and the weight of his arm around her shoulder.
It was dark by the time they reached Perth and Craig hailed them a taxi. Kylie felt a knot in her stomach as she worried about how much he was spending, but every time she brought out her purse, he waved her away.
The taxi dropped them right at the hotel door and she was glad she didn’t have to walk more than a few steps in Flora’s heels. The hotel was grander than she had imagined. Everyone was looking at her as she pushed through the revolving door and walked inside.
“Are you sure can you afford this?” she whispered, looking at the bellboys in their smart uniforms.
“Don’t you like it?”
“What’s not to like? Everything’s so… shiny.”
So decadent.
She fidgeted at the reception desk while he checked them in. She caught a few glances as other guests eyed up her short skirt and heels. She would have worn something nicer, but she didn’t have anything. Besides, she didn’t expect to be wearing clothes for very long.
Craig waved the bellboy away and insisted on carrying their luggage himself.
“It should be just around the corner,” he said, leading the way.
He was right. He stopped in front of a white door, identical to all the rest.
“Room 69,” he murmured, swiping the card in the door. “That’ll be easy to remember.”
There was a click and the door opened.
Their room was huge. There was a queen-sized bed and a sofa with a TV. Kylie opened the door to the bathroom and saw that it had both a shower and a tub. She peered at the little soaps in the dish and admired the small bottles of shampoo and shower gel. Fluffy white towels hung from a heated handrail and there were matching dressing gowns by the door. She had never seen such luxury.
Craig set down their bags and went to the window.
“Come and see the view.”
She ran over to join him. The lights of the city shone below them and the river Tay twinkled in the moonlight.
“Wow,” she said, peering at the street below. “Just wow!”
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to see Scone Palace if you want,” he said. “Or we can just mooch around the city and do a bit of shopping.”
“Sounds great.”
She kicked off her heels and clambered up on to the bed, bouncing up and down experimentally.
“It’s so soft!”
Craig located a little fridge under the TV and pulled out a bottle of bubbly. She heard the pop of a cork and then a fizzing sound as he poured the wine.
“Here.” He passed her a glass.
“Cheers!”
She clinked her glass against his.
“I feel like one of us should say something cheesy,” she said, disappointed she couldn’t think of anything. She took a long sip of the cold fizz. “It’s delicious!”
“And so are you. Ah, there you go!”
She smiled and drank some more. It slipped down so easily. Within minutes he was topping up their glasses again.
He shed his jacket and sank back beside her on the bed. She had pictured them falling into the room and tearing each other’s clothes off, but now that they were here she felt no rush. The bubbles sizzled in her stomach, calming her nerves, quietening her inner voice. She was living in the moment and it felt good.
He set his glass down on the table and leaned across to kiss her, taking her glass too, so that he could take her in his arms. He kissed her gently on the lips. He tasted salty sweet, the way she liked her popcorn. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on it slightly, then turned his attention to her neck, peppering her with kisses.
She breathed him in as he worked his way down her body. She felt his hands behind her now, unfastening her bra. It fell from her body and he looked deep into her eyes before returning his attention to her breasts. He pulled up her top and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, maintaining eye contact as it hardened, then he turned his attention to the other. The air conditioning in the room was a little cold for her and she relished the warmth of his mouth on her skin. She traced his smooth chest with her fingers then he moved further down her body, darting little kisses here and there as he reached her tummy.
He undressed her slowly, removing her top first and then her skirt and finally her knickers. She pulled off his T-shirt and gazed in admiration. He was ripped with muscles, his skin smooth and tanned.
“I don’t understand how you get so tanned when you live in Scotland.”
“Growing up, I spent a lot of time outdoors.”
She felt a pang then, thinking of how he must have hated being locked up for all those months, getting so little sunlight when his body clearly craved it. She prayed to god no one would ever lock him up again.
She reached for his jeans and pulled down his zipper. The jeans slid off easily and she ran her hands over his deep purple boxers. She yanked them down greedily, and his manhood sprang out at her like a jack-in-the-box. Her throat constricted as she took in the size of him. She had suspected he would be big, but not this big. He caught her staring and stroked her shoulder.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”
She smiled but she didn’t deserve gentle.
She ran her hands up and down his shaft, making him tremor. His cock was hard and smooth, and she liked the way he reacted to her slightest touch. She paused as he nudged her thighs apart and admired her glistening pink folds. She gasped as he pulled her pussy lips apart and teased her with his fingers, making her buck her hips and squirm with pleasure. He knew how to touch a woman, that was for sure.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded. Every nerve in her body tingled. She had already waited so long.
There was a moment’s hesitation as he rolled on a condom and then turned back to her and spread her legs wider, motioning to her to hold her knees open for him. She looked at his huge, throbbing cock and wondered again how on earth he was going to fit inside her. She tried to relax as
he crawled on top of her and began to guide himself in. She was soaking wet, but even so, it would be tight.
He thrust a little harder and then penetrated her with the tip of his cock. He eased into her inch by inch, but even with him being gentle, it burned. Her eyes watered. He was stretching her so wide she feared she might tear. She wasn’t going to tell him that though. She wasn’t going to give him any excuse to stop. Waves of pain rippled through her and they both groaned as he slid inside.
“Is it okay?” he asked.
“Faster!” she urged, her voice cracking. “Harder!”
Instantly he stopped. He looked at her, his eyes twinkling as he watched her squirm with desire.
“Oh my god, how much longer are you going to make me wait?”
He took her hands and moved them above her head, so that she was now holding onto the bedposts.
“Hold on tight, baby.”
He pulled all the way out, then entered her again and this time she couldn’t hold back her cries. He moved in and out of her, getting deeper with each thrust while she clung to the bedposts. The bed rocked noisily beneath them like they were in the middle of an earthquake, and indeed it felt like an earthquake, with her and Craig at the epicentre. She arched her back and the pain eased as she relaxed into him, pleasure flooding her body.
“Oh. My. God!”
His face changed from an expression of concentration to one of pure joy as the orgasm ripped through her, shattering her into a million tiny pieces. She gasped for breath but there was another one coming. “My fucking god!”
She hadn’t known this was possible. She hadn’t known it could be this good. He paused and flipped her over onto her stomach. Instinctively, she tensed up as he pushed his hardness against her again, entering her from behind.
“That feels so good,” he said.
He was tantalisingly gentle now, and she realised that he must be close. He fucked her slowly and deliberately, and she moaned softly into the pillow. All at once, he tensed and gripped her tightly, his body shuddering as he blew his load. She shook with the vibrations and he sank his teeth into her skin a little and released, like a dragon breathing fire down her neck.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered into her ear. “Not by a long shot.”
He crawled into the space beside her and lay there panting.
“We’ve got this room for next forty-eight hours,” he said, cradling her hand in his. “And I intend to make very good use of it.”
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He let her sleep, one arm wrapped protectively around her and when she woke up, she found herself wanting more. She moved down the bed and took his cock into her mouth, sucking on it until it started to inflate.
“Oh, Kylie, that feels so good,” he moaned.
She took her time, kneading his balls into her mouth, licking and flicking them with her tongue. Then she worked her way up and down his shaft, teasing him until he was right on the edge. She stopped just long enough to make eye contact and then he grabbed her and bent her over the bed.
She waited to see what he was going to do. She was so used to being spanked in this position that her butt and thighs tensed up, the long pause making her nervous. Then she heard the rustle of paper and smiled as she realised he was slipping on a condom.
He did not make her wait long. She felt his hands between her legs, warming her up as he moved into position behind her. Then he penetrated her. She gasped as he filled her completely.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmured, holding her hair. “You feel so good.”
She moaned and whimpered as he fucked her. Then, just as she didn’t think she could take any more, he erupted inside her, clutching her tits tightly as he shuddered.
“Oh god!” he moaned. “That feels so right, Kylie. I just love coming inside you.”
Slowly, he pulled out and then went into the bathroom to shower. She imagined him slathering shower gel all over himself, but she was too knackered to go and join him. She didn’t move an inch until he came back out, now dressed in one of the hotel’s fluffy bathrobes.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, picking up a menu.
“I could eat.”
“What do you fancy? They do pizza, or all kinds of sandwiches.”
“How about ice-cream?”
He smiled. “You can be such a kid!”
“And you can be very serious.”
“Hmm, maybe. Well those six months inside gave me a lot of time to think about what was important in life. I like to think I came out of it wiser and stronger. We only have so much time on this earth, Kylie. I’m not prepared to waste a single day.”
His lips met hers and then they were kissing again, his damp body pressed against her nakedness.
“Kylie, I’m going to stop kissing you before I get hard yet again. My poor cock needs a break, at least until we’ve eaten.”
After breakfast, he took her on the promised tour of Perth. They took the tour bus and visited the castle and then had lunch at a little Italian place on a side street Kylie would have walked right past had he not pointed it out.
“This has been all very nice, but I think I need to get you back to the hotel now,” he murmured in her ear as she finished her dessert.
She smiled. “I was thinking just the same.”
She stood up, her short skirt and heels completely impractical for a day of sight-seeing but she didn’t care. This was her.
The room had been cleaned when they returned, the bin emptied of all their used condoms. Kylie turned to see if they had put out fresh tea and coffee sachets by the kettle and felt Craig’s hands on her body.
“Have you ever been fucked against a wall before?”
“No!”
“Good.”
He began tugging at her clothes, undressing them both quickly, that large, thick cock nudging her from behind. His fingers fondling her wetness. She gasped as she felt his finger slip.
“Sorry!” he said.
“No, that’s okay.” She gave him a devilish smile. “You can stick it where you want.”
“Shit, Kylie. You drive me crazy!”
She gasped as he began pressing himself into her. He was so impossibly large that she didn’t think he’d be able to do it, but he produced a tube of pineapple-scented lube and eased himself in.
“Yes!” she screamed as he thrust in and out of her. She had never been fucked like this before and she was more excited than she had ever been.
“Oh god, Kylie,” he groaned, coming inside her. “Thank you for letting me do that. That felt so good.”
She twisted her body around to kiss him. “It feels so right when I’m with you.”
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said that night, after a delicious surf and turf down in the restaurant.
She raised one eyebrow. “Another one? What is it?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
They returned to their room and Craig checked his watch.
“Time for one more drink,” he said. “Then we need to get going.”
“Where?” she wanted to know. “Oh god, you’re going to make me climb out the window, aren’t you?”
“No,” he said. “I’ve got the keys to the pool. We’ve got it all to ourselves tonight, my little mermaid.”
“But Craig, why didn’t you tell me there was a pool? I didn’t bring my suit.”
His eyes twinkled. “You won’t need your suit, Kylie. And nor, for that matter, will I.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How did you get them to give you the keys?”
He smiled wickedly. “Don’t you worry about that. We’re here to have fun, my darling. And I want to see you swim.”
It was after ten when they walked down to the basement, and there was no one else around. The people who manned the health club had left for the night. Even the lifeguard had left his station.
“Wow, this is so beautiful,” Kylie said, as they stood at the water’s edge. It was a large pool, cut deep into the ground, with a
glass panel so that it looked like a giant fish tank.
“I want you to get in first,” he said. “I want you to swim for me, like a mermaid trapped in an aquarium.”
She smiled and began to shed her clothes. She was not ashamed of her body, not anymore.
She climbed the steps and walked towards the pool, performing a somersault into the deep end. She dived down, curious to see how deep it was. Down, down, down, until she touched the bottom. On the way back up she swam towards the glass panel and pressed her face and hands against it, as if she was truly trapped inside. Craig pressed his hands against hers and they kissed through the glass, then she waved and tore up to the surface, gasping for air.
“You really do look like a mermaid,” he told her, stroking the long black hair that fell loose around her shoulders. Her hair looked so long when it was wet, losing all of its natural waves.
“I should have brought you some seashells to wear,” he said with a smile.
“What about a tail?”
“I’m pretty sure you have one already.”
He rose from his seat and shed his boxers and T-shirt. She watched him climb up towards the pool and then, splash! He was in the water. He swam up and down beside her. He was a decent swimmer, his powerful arms and legs making quick work of the pool.
For so long, she had felt heavy, weighed down by fear and guilt, the feeling of being dirty, the feeling that she would never be enough. But here, in this pool with this man, she felt like someone else entirely; the girl he wanted her to be. The girl she wanted to be. She was floating, weightless on the water. Her heart carried her through the still waters, and she smiled unprompted, relishing the silence and the deeply familiar scent of chlorine. The choice was clear: Coach made her feel so nasty. It was like he was constantly picking at an open wound but being with Craig was different. He made her come alive.
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