by C. L. Donley
“You are a two-faced, rich, arrogant, entitled, obnoxious prick. You will never get this,” I cooly vow. I’m burning my best chance of virginity loss to the ground, and it’s pissing me off even more that he’s driven me to it. I use that fact to strengthen my resolve.
Dale
“You know, you were 100% wrong on all of those. Except one,” I say to her dramatic comeback before adding, “I’ll let you guess.”
I watch her eyes dart to and fro as if she’s going through her list of insults, trying to think which one I’m referring to. She seems to have figured it out, because she has completely shut down all further avenues of conversation as we sway to the music.
Meanwhile, I’m in some kind of perverse heaven on the dance floor right now.
I’m not used to women vowing to never sleep with me, and I’m not used to being drawn to such energy. But as I hold Mya close enough to feel her perfect muscles tense and see the erratic pulse in her neck, I realize I’ve been missing out.
I’m all up in Mya’s buttons now, and it’s more delightful than I’d imagined. I was about to ask her if I could have the next dance when she hit me with the small dick insult again. It was then that I realized that I’d probably have more success winning over Hitler. So I just said, “fuck it.” I mean, what was the worse she could do, insult me?
She clearly didn’t like my response, but whatever she actually does like is a complete fucking mystery to me. What I do know, is that once I started saying “fuck it,” it was like a chain reaction. The macho side of me was made fully awake, and I suddenly saw one hundred avenues before me, all of them ending in Mya’s orgasm.
My curiosity is hopelessly peaked. Her anger seems pretty real. Her conviction too. She doesn’t seem to know yet that none of that matters when it comes to sex. But then, of course, how would she?
I can tell by her words that she’s seething inside, but on the outside she’s the very picture of elegance. Her mouth is saying one thing, and whatever her body is saying, it’s fucking screaming.
Suddenly does something jarring.
She smiles. Then she laughs.
I smile back, unable to resist but frankly I’m frightened. What are the odds she’s having a genuine laugh at me? It’s more likely that my throat is about to be ripped out.
“What’s funny?” I cautiously ask.
Mya shakes her head as she looks me over.
“So many things,” she responds.
After a few seconds I realize she’s left me hanging. I try and fail to not take the bait.
“Such as?”
“Such as… ever since I met you, you’ve managed to get all the way under my skin. And that’s no easy task.”
Could’ve fooled me, I’m thinking.
“Listen, Mya, I’d rather not spend the next minute and a half of this song trading insults with you.”
“Alright, at ease, amigo.”
“'Amigo?’”
“I was about to pay you a compliment.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Come to think of it, maybe you won’t see it as such.”
Since I’m an “affirming words” whore, I can’t go without knowing what this compliment would’ve been.
“Let me be the judge of that,” I reply.
She takes a breath as if complimenting me takes about as much strength as giving birth.
“Well… I was gonna say that… getting all the way under my skin means that… you’ve officially managed to get closer to me than any man has before you.”
It’s one hell of an admission from the ice queen, and I do take it as a compliment. It was a hell of a challenge, but I managed to win her over. My woo track record is officially unblemished.
“Also, I just realized that you were right about me,” she adds.
There’s more??
“How’s that?” I ask.
“That I can both hate someone and also want to sleep with them.”
Oh… shit.
I feel a punch in the gut that’s part conquest and part devastation.
She hates me?
So I haven’t won her over.
But she wants me.
Okay. Well, that works too. I revel in the confession.
Had it even been five minutes?
“You hate me?” I ask.
Her eyelids flutter as she nods.
Something about her is different. Unguarded, which is a little confusing. Confusing and even more beautiful than her smile. As the man that’s managed to get the closest to her, I’m starting to understand the magnitude of my reward. I give her a provocative stare. She doesn’t look away this time.
“You wanna rip my head off right now, don’t you?”
She takes a breath. “I do. Very much. Probably more than any person I’ve ever met, ” she says as she looks up at me, studying my face, my mouth. I am a full on pile of mush.
“You are, unbearably sexy, did you know that?” I say as another smile emerges on my lips.
She giggles and shakes her head, at me, her eyes full of stars.
“Go to hell,” she smiles.
“Oh my God,” I softly growl into her ear through gritted teeth. She laughs, holding me tightly around my neck as I squeeze her a bit too tight with both arms around her waist. I nearly lift her off the ground.
Without a conversation, I take her hand and casually walk her off the dance floor. She gracefully grabs the pleated hem of her floor length dress, conspicuously not looking anywhere but at our moving feet as we make our way out of the ballroom.
Amara
“They’re going to miss the cutting of the cake,” I nod, watching Dale and Mya’s departure over Grayson’s shoulder.
I silently send props to God for being on the same page as me.
Grayson looks behind him, catching a glimpse of Mya and Dale leaving the reception.
I see a flash of warmth on his face before he turns around to face me. He shrugs as his gaze meets mine.
“How come they get to leave?” he whines.
I huff a laugh and smile, shaking my head.
“What did you do?”
“Very little,” he says.
I glare at him skeptically as I survey his gorgeous face with a grin.
“You said ‘fix it,’ and I did.”
“Perhaps I should threaten you more often,” I say.
He gives me a look that I recognize as I love you.
“Can you feel my erection through your massive dress?” he lowers his tone, his first infraction of the weekend. I can’t tell if his willpower is dwindling, or if he’s riling me up on purpose. The result is the same.
“Why thank you, yes I do look beautiful,” I reply, “you clean up rather well yourself.”
“Would you like me to show you, with all vehemence, how I feel about how you look right now?” he calmly whispers.
I ignore my first instinct, then my second, then also my third. I know that there’s no way we’re going to make it to the honeymoon suite, but we at least have to wait until we’re in the air. I cannot end our three weeks of abstinence in a random bathroom with my dress over my head. I sigh. Any more abstaining and I’m gonna need therapy.
“The finish line is in our sights, babe. Don’t punk out on me now,” I whisper back.
Twenty Seven
Chapter 27
Dale
“Dale, slow down,” Mya giggles, winded.
“Keep up woman, I thought you were in shape?” I tease her, almost dragging her by the hand.
“I am, but you’re too tall!” she exclaims.
As I whisk Mya out of the ballroom, down the hallway and back outside past the front steps, I’ve already begun to admit to myself that Grayson was right.
Somehow, somewhere, I’d begun overthinking it.
Except “it” in my case has been everything.
I’ve been completely engulfed in Webster for ten years. Before that, I was working day and night at Magellan and spending the weeke
nds trying to get everyone laid. Hell, even before that I was pursuing dual degrees in business and computer engineering, and my high school sweetheart was dumping me.
Wasn’t I a fine one to talk about overthinking it. I’m a fucking billionaire. I should only be asking myself two things: do I want this, and is it available to me.
I’ve barely begun underthinking two hours and already I’ve gotten something I both want and that is very much available to me, which is Mya.
I don’t even know what we’re going to do. Whether or not I’ll take her virginity, but I’ll cross that bridge fucking when I get to it, rather than put an end to it before it begins. How did I forget there were other things besides full on sex? I used to be one hell of a third baseman. Jesus, I’m a fucking idiot.
Talking to my bros in all silliness about their wildly experimental sexcapades reminded me that I’m still young and a fucking boss, both literally and figuratively, and can get any woman in the world that I want, I simply have to choose the one that interests me the most.
Sure I wanted to be married, but that’s an immaterial goal that can’t be helped without the making of a single step, the step I was apprehensive to take.
I’m not going to marry her most likely. But being in close proximity with Mya for the last 48 hours has made me realize that she might be Amara’s best friend, but she’s also a stone, one I cannot leave unturned. And that there will be no other stones until I deal with this one.
I slow down once we make it outside into the Spanish sunshine.
“What were you thinking about?” she suddenly asks me as she follows my lead out of the castle entrance. She’s asking about the ceremony. My free hand retreats from my pocket and combs through my hair.
“I was thinking about how your friend accomplished in a year what I couldn’t in two decades, and that she was right under our noses.”
“Our noses?” my choice of words intrigues her.
“You know what I mean. Grayson’s like a brother to me, I’m protective of him. I’m sure you can relate.”
“He means a lot to you,” she says.
“They both do.”
We get to the patio where the rehearsal dinner was held. It’s deserted, as if it never happened. As though this castle is our permanent home and everyone has long gone home. Without the furniture the ruins look like some medieval labyrinth. We walk lazily, hand in hand through them. I’m still leading a few paces ahead when Mya speaks again.
“If you hadn’t put in the work, she couldn’t have finished it,” Mya says.
I turn around and look at her.
“Did you just say something nice about me, Mya McIntosh?”
She shakes her head, smiling uncontrollably.
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” she asks sarcastically.
“More,” I say, “do you wanna feel?”
“Yes,” she smiles without hesitation. I chuckle.
“In a minute,” I say. I take her by both hands.
We pass through a high arched doorway that once likely guarded a magnificent room.
“Right now I’d like to inspect the contents of this dress,” I said, positioning Mya in front of me as I stand in the corner of two meeting walls of roofless brick.
“Yeah?” Mya eyes me provocatively and I can feel the involuntary response in my body.
“You look like an Andes mint and I want to bite you,” I say. Shit is that racist? That’s racist, isn’t it.
No overthinking, I remind myself.
Mya’s into it. She laughs and it seems I’m in the clear.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asks.
“Nothing’s ‘gotten into me,’ you’re gorgeous and I wanna touch you.”
“Why now?” she asks skeptically, her eyes meeting mine.
She’s suspicious of my interest in her for some reason and it makes me want to rip her dress off. Obviously telling her that she’s unbearably sexy is not enough. I have to show her.
I pull her close by the waist as I had in the ballroom, more provocatively this time.
“I could ask you the same thing, you know. Was that little dance last night for me?” I ask in her ear.
Mya is silent as a smile creeps across her face.
“I dance for me and no one else,” she retorts. She’s lying but she also means it, I can tell.
“Well I’m glad I got to witness it. Twice,” I compliment her as I let go of her waist and lift her chin with my finger.
I slightly turn her head towards my mouth to give her a lingering kiss on the cheek. She moves her hand to my chest to steady herself and my lips travel to her ear. She closes her eyes, a deep crease in the middle of her brow like she’s in raptures. I smile.
“I envy you, a little.”
“Why’s that?” she asks breathlessly. I’m more turned on than anticipated, but I’m determined to go slow.
“You’re older now, you’ve lived life,” I say, nipping at her earlobe, “you know there’s more to life than sex, but it’ll still change your life. You have a clear before and after.”
I run the back of my hand across her cheek and down the length of her neck. She tilts her head to accommodate me.
“Everything’s so new. So intense. Feels too fast, yet somehow too slow…” I suck in a shallow breath. My hand travels down the front of her dress, tracing the outline of one protruding nipple with my thumb.
“Savor it,” I say.
I slowly nuzzle the line of her jaw, graze her neck with my lips and kiss.
Mya’s breath comes out in intermittent gusts as her hands squeeze my shoulders, then move to my lapel as she holds on for dear life, as though my every kiss is lighting up her body with sensation. She gives me a little moan and it causes my tongue to shoot out and caress her impossibly smooth skin. Instinctively her left leg inches its way up my hip and I let out a moan of my own, then a little chuckle. My goodness, someone’s playing to win! I know she can feel my erection the way she’s pressed into me.
“Not yet, not even close,” I say in her ear.
“Speak for yourself,” she faintly whispers.
I let out another chuckle as I spin her around so that she’s facing the castle’s high cliffside view.
Slowly, adeptly, I move my hand up the slit in her dress. When I get to her inner thighs I trace my fingers along the lace of her underwear. I’m not the least bit nervous that we’re outside. We are completely alone, lost in the grassy labyrinth of the ruins on the castle’s hillside. It’s both intimate and daring. Oddly safe. Her energy is completely focused on what I’m doing, so I know she trusts me.
Mya is leaning up against me as I lean up against the crumbled wall. I put my mouth to her ear as I ease my fingers down the band of her matching bikini brief underwear. Like I said, I used to be one hell of a third baseman, and maybe it’s been awhile but it’s feeling new to me, and I’m pretty sure that’s actually the case for her. I notice she’s waxed for the occasion, probably a habit for a ballerina. And by “notice,” I mean I nearly lost my mind. She’s a total mess of pungent wetness, which is sending every biological signal to my groin to penetrate her right here, right now. I use the feeling as fuel for my desire to make her completely come apart before my eyes.
“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” I ask from behind her, my teeth nipping her ear.
“OhmyGod,” she mouths breathlessly, her brow furrowed. The remainder of her complacent facade has completely unraveled.
I let out a string of curses, admitting to Mya how sexy she is to me.
Shit, this is getting dirty, real fast, I distantly observe.
At least my fingers are obeying, moving slow and rhythmically until I can feel Mya start to lose a bit of her control.
Her arms begin searching for me and her right hand settles in my hair. She’s looking down at my hand touching her body, then at the ruins that surrounded us. The look of the sea straight ahead, the mountains in the distance. I think she really is savoring it.<
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“I’m gonna come,” she says, tossing her head towards mine until my mouth is near her forehead.
I kiss her there, keeping my pace steady, my cock beginning to throb as I wait for the inevitable.
But nothing happens.
Nothing except silence, and then some soft, pretty gasps and panting which draws another moan from me.
I commence my steady pace. Suddenly she stops me.
“That’s enough,” she says.
“What, why? Did you come?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Just now,” she says. She cranes her neck to look up at me.
I’m confused.
Is she lying? Why would she do that??
“I kinda don’t believe you,” I say.
“I don’t have loud, elaborate orgasms, okay? Sorry.”
Okay, this is too fucking much.
She spins back around so that she’s facing me. My mouth is slightly agape in a smiling look of disbelief.
“Go ahead, make fun of me some more,” she rolls her eyes.
I put my arms around her and squeeze.
“You are so adorable!” I exclaim in her shoulder through clenched teeth.
Mya lets out a high pitched giggle.
“Thanks,” she says, reaching for my erection which is now insistent and making a conspicuous barrier between us.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“Isn’t it your turn?” she asks.
Adorable. I shake my head slowly.
“It’s your turn again,” I say.
Mya
My turn again?
I laugh, as though the idea of a second orgasm is preposterous.
“I just came, I’m not even thinking about sex right now.”
“Which is the best way to get head. Stand right here,” he says.
I look at him in disbelief, but I don’t stop him as he switches positions with me, faces me and then takes a knee.
