by Diana Nixon
“Look at me,” he suddenly said, pulling me closer to his chest. “Open your eyes, Jillian.”
I did what he said and was immediately taken aback by what I saw in his gaze. The need, the fire, the hunger….
“I want to see your eyes while I make you come.” And then, he pushed himself hard inside me, still holding my chest pressed firm against his. I knew he wouldn’t let me go until we were done. And damn the moment I agreed to be a part of his game, I was losing it badly, all at once…
I came with a loud moan, still feeling his hips rocking against mine.
“That’s it, Baby, that’s it.” He kept moving inside me, slowly, teasingly. “Give me one more.”
Oh, no… I was so not ready for that…
“Just one more, Baby.”
“I can’t.” The words came out in a helpless whisper, but he wouldn’t listen.
“I know you can.” He put one palm at the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, kissing away every small doubt that I had about being with him. Damn you, Mr. Sexiness… He knew I wanted more, and I knew he could give me so much more than this.
He kept kissing me, sucking on my tongue, stealing every small sound I made. I started to shake when he sped up, and I knew there was no way I would leave his bed without that sore feeling in between my legs that always went along with a night of hot sex. His thrusts became hungrier, until we both knew I was about to come again, and he did his best to make that second orgasm of mine even more shattering, even more disarming…
“Yeah, like that, Baby.” He kissed me again; the kiss so soft, I wanted to scream… “God, you were amazing. I didn’t know it could be that… connecting.”
Ugh, if only he could just stop talking.
I was still lying on top of him, afraid to move, afraid to look into his eyes, afraid to face the reality that I already knew would suck…
Carefully, he rolled me onto my back and pulled out, making me feel even more lost and broken than I was before he gave me two of the best orgasms ever. Damn my hormones, they never knew how to give me a break. Even now that I knew I would regret this night in less than six hours, I still couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was to be with Oliver. Why, oh why on earth couldn’t I just play it cool? Just the way I always did? What was I supposed to do now?
“What are you thinking?” Oliver asked, taking a strand of my hair away from my face.
“You,” I said, staring at nothing in particular.
“And what do you think about me?” He asked with a smile.
I turned my head and looked at him. I didn’t know what to say. Obviously, I couldn’t tell him the truth. I just couldn’t admit how much I actually liked whatever happened between us. I wasn’t brave enough to admit it, even to myself, preferring to think about anything but how good it actually felt to just give in to temptation.
“Your silence scares me,” he said, drawing invisible circles on my belly. “Was I that bad?”
I laughed. “No, you were perfect.”
“Which means you don’t mind we repeat it one day, or maybe even tonight?”
“I… don’t think I can handle it again tonight.” Or any other day for that matter.
“I thought you were stronger than that.”
“Yeah, that’s what I used to think about myself too,” I said, rising to my feet.
“Where are you going?”
“I need some water and a shower,” I said, wrapping a sheet around me and quickly walking to the door before he could say anything to make me stay.
Closing the door behind me, I let out a breath that I didn’t even realize I had been holding. I was so screwed, I don’t think I had ever felt so good and so bad at the same time after having sex. What the hell was wrong with me? I shook my head, frustrated and went to my room, hoping that at least after a long and hot shower I would be able to fall asleep and stop thinking about rushing back to Oliver’s bed and begging for him to repeat the play all over again. I sure as hell didn’t need more worries to add to all of the shit happening in my mind now.
Chapter 7
Oliver
What the fuck?...
It was the first thought to cross my mind after I watched Jillian leave my room. I was so shocked to know that there was not going to be any joined shower or even after-sex talk, I didn’t know what I did wrong to make her run away from me just like that. I thought we had a good time together. In fact, it was one of, if not the first, and the only unbelievably great sex I had ever had in my life.
I never cared about anything but physical pleasure. Yeah, you can call me a greedy bastard, or whatever you like, but it’s true. Sex had always been just sex, nothing else. And today, I suddenly realized that it could be something that was so much more than that. Not that I was going to break my no-marriage-in-the-morning rule, but for the first time ever, I wanted to talk, to actually stay in bed and talk and laugh, and maybe tease a girl a little more before getting to round two. And what do I have now? Empty bed, no one to talk to, no hope to get anything but sleep, or no sleep for the rest of the night. What the hell?
I tossed the blanket aside and went to the bathroom to take a shower, which I obviously needed too. The rest of the night and the upcoming day promised to be fucking screwed up…
I stepped into the hot shower, welcoming the drops of water that were washing over me. I can’t say it was relaxing, rather on the contrary – I couldn’t stop thinking about taking it with Jillian. I could still smell her scent all over me. Her skin felt so unbelievably soft under my touch, her lips felt so smooth moving in sync with mine, her sex was so damn wet, sweet, and hot; I couldn’t forget the feeling of it pulling me fully inside. Crap, right now I seemed to be totally unable to stop thinking about her. Everything about her was so intoxicating, it was the whole experience, from the smell of her soft skin, to the sexiness of her killer figure, and the way she was looking at me, the way she moved was simply amazing; I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted more, more of everything: kissing, licking, touching, fucking... God, she was amazing in bed; so responsive, so sensual, and so beautiful. If only I could say with music how wonderful it was to be with her, I would love to write a song about how amazing she was. Never in my life have I ever wanted anything or anyone more than I wanted her, right now…
I turned the damn shower off and roughly dried my body with the towel. Then I went back to my dark bedroom that still smelled like the best sex I had ever had.
My cell phone buzzed on my bedside table. I turned it on and saw a message from Amalia.
“What are you doing, Sweetie? Wanna join me for a drink?”
“Hell, yes!”
I thought maybe a drink, or better two, would at least help me stop thinking about the girl that obviously didn’t want anything other than a few orgasms from me.
“I’ll pick you up in ten. Would that be all right?”
“Perfect!”
Amalia was one of those girls who never asked any unnecessary questions, though I was quite sure she secretly hoped to put a wedding band on my finger one day. Of course, she knew I was sleeping with other girls. That was more than obvious after seeing me with a new one, every night or so. But she still kept coming around every once in a while; a little drinking, a little talking, and a lot of fucking. And the best part of all, was that she left as soon as everything was over. No strings attached… The scenario had always been like that; it was perfect and it always worked.
Again, I thought about what happened between Jillian and me, and again, I couldn’t find any logical explanation for her escape. She said I was good in bed, so why would she run away right after it was over? After all, we were sharing the same apartment, she could have stayed in my bedroom, especially considering that I didn’t mind it at all.
***
“Hey, Cutie. Haven’t seen you for a while,” Amalia said, kissing me on the lips. She always did that and I never seemed to mind, but tonight… Well, apparently, I was right after all, and everything
about tonight was about to be nothing but screwed.
“Is everything all right? You seem to be a little tense. Want me to ease that pressure of yours a little?” She asked playfully, slipping her hand under my shirt.
“Um, maybe. Just a little later, okay? I think I need a drink first, had one hell of a day.”
“As you wish,” she smiled, even though I could see that familiar disappointment crossing her lovely face. She was a daughter of some Persian businessman and an American mother. Her bright-green eyes contrasted with her chocolate skin, making all the men who saw her for the first time fall to their knees, and kiss the ground she walked on. And I wasn’t an exception to that rule. There was a time I couldn’t get enough of studying all those beautiful curves of hers very carefully. But like with any other woman, one day I simply got bored with her beauty that appeared to be nothing but a lifeless picture put up for auction. I could have her whenever I wanted, there was no challenge, the sex was good but it was still just sex. It takes a lot more than good sex to keep me around, in fact there hasn’t ever been anything a woman possessed that had kept me around.
“So your place or mine?” Amalia asked.
“Mine is still being redecorated.”
“Mine then.” She started the engine and the two of us dived into the night that promised so much more than what actually happened after we got to Amalia’s.
We shared a few drinks, with a few passionate kisses afterward. But when the time for the most interesting part came, I thought I would die of embarrassment, right then and there. My dick just didn’t work…
“Well, I kind of hoped for a more… exciting response to my new lingerie.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I didn’t even know what to say. I’m sorry? Why the fuck would something like that happen in the first place? I was horny and wide-awake just a few hours ago, and now what? Did my dick just think that he had had enough fucking for one night, or what? Who the hell was he to think that he could make that decision for me?
“I gotta go,” I said, getting dressed as quickly as possible, humiliated.
“What? Just like that?”
“Well, apparently he and I need some rest,” I said, pointing to my broken tool. I was frustrated beyond understanding, and I couldn’t imagine anyone seeing me like that, with my dick as soft as a fresh marshmallow.
“I hope you wouldn’t mind keeping this… um, incident a secret?” I said, before walking to the door.
“Get the hell out, Oliver!”
“I’ll call you later.”
“No, don’t even bother!” She snapped, slamming the door behind me.
Well, I knew there was no way that she was going to keep her mouth shut, but I still hoped this news wouldn’t turn into breaking news, for everyone to hear. Well, so much for wishful thinking…
I got back home, knowing the exact reason for my sudden soft-off. And right now, she was probably sleeping peacefully in her bed, not even knowing that tomorrow I would want to kill her with my bare hands.
I hardly got any sleep that night. But when I thought I would finally be able to fall sleep, my brother called me.
“Morning. Are you alone?”
“Well, unfortunately, yes,” I snapped.
I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking into the handset at my response.
“Not surprising after last night’s failure, huh?”
What?
I sat up in my bed. “How did you know?” I asked, the desire to sleep gone in no time.
“How about you have breakfast with me?”
“Do you really think I want to talk about that?”
“I’m sure you don’t, but I think you need to come up with a good explanation for the post on Page 6 that I’m sure Mom would be more than happy to read.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Was my failure with Amalia on Page 6? Already? Un-fucking-believable…
“That sweet lady that once thought you were a gay when she saw me sleeping in your guest room, told the press that you were, quoting, ‘Incredibly sick and needed a proper treatment.’ And for that reason, she organized a charity auction to help you gather enough money for a genital transplant.”
“Is she out of her fucking mind?”
“Anything is possible. So why don’t you finally drag your incredibly sick dick and ass out of your bed and join me for breakfast?”
“Shut up, Dom. I’ll be there in twenty.”
Judging by the time flashing on my cell’s screen, Dominick was already at work, which meant I needed to go to his office and face the embarrassment of Scarlett and maybe even Jillian laughing at me. They sure as hell would never miss their chance to nail me to the barn door.
But the reality turned out to be even worse. The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Jillian talking to Dom’s new secretary. When she saw me, she could hardly hold back her smile. She waited for the lady to go to the other room and then she turned to me, crossing her arms.
“Well, well, Mr. Popularity. Looks like your poor tool has lost its former form. Two pussies for one night turned out to be too much for him?”
I drew a sharp breath. “This is not what you think.”
She gave me the most murderous look ever. “Really? I thought the article made it quite clear. Last night, after fucking me, you thought that there was still plenty of time to fuck someone else, right? And then you called one of your girlfriends and BAM – your dick just thought it was too much for one night.”
I took her by the hand, and pulled her to the nearest door, which turned out to be Scarlett’s office.
“Now, let me make this clear, Darling.” I shut the door behind me, and glared at Jill. “I didn’t call anyone. And no, I wasn’t planning on sleeping with her,” I lied.
“No shit? Then how can you explain her more than confident statement, saying that you needed a genital transplant? And don’t just tell me that it was some kind of a joke. Seriously, Oliver I thought you were so much better than that.” She looked at me with so much disappointment, I felt almost as humiliated as I did the night before.
“Better than what?”
“Than running off to fuck someone else right after you had just finished fucking me, dumbass!”
“Well, you were the one who ran off first, so technically, I wasn’t running off.”
“So what?”
“I thought you made yourself quite clear when you said that you didn’t want anything but a one-night stand.”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
“Well, after what I have heard about you-”
I didn’t even notice that her hand had risen and then the next second, it landed right on my right cheek, with a very painful slap that I surely deserved.
“Now, if you excuse me, I have other douche bags to fuck.”
I caught her by the hand before she could leave. “Did what happen between us mean anything to you at all?”
She turned around, laughing sarcastically. “Are you serious? It was just a game, remember?”
“Then why the hell would you tell me off for seeing Amalia?”
“Maybe because I thought you were so much better than what others had always told me about you!”
She broke free of my grasp and ran out of the office, shutting the door behind her. Well, crap… Good morning to you, dude!
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a bright-red spot left by Jillian’s slap. She was right, I should have been better than that. I wanted to be better than that. Then why the fuck didn’t I just stay at home, or try talking to Jill? I knew that there were things that should have been discussed.
The door opened and Scarlett and Dominick entered the office.
“Go ahead, tell me what you think, family,” I said, going to the couch and taking a seat.
They shared a glance.
“What happened last night?” My brother asked, leaning against Scar’s desk.
“Nothing special. That bitch,
I mean Amalia, called me and asked me for a drink. I agreed. We went to her place, had the damn drink and then, well, she wanted to have sex and I obviously wasn’t in the mood.”
“What happened before that?” Scarlett asked, as if she could see it all right through me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.
She rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Did you sleep with Jill before that?”
“Well… Wait, how did you two know that?”
Scarlett shook her head, looking at me with the same accusation I had already seen in Jillian’s eyes. “Did she read the article?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, congrats then, Oliver. You have just screwed up everything. Again.” Then she turned on her heel and left the office, leaving Dom and me alone.
I sighed, running both hands through my hair. “Say it.”
“Say what?” My brother asked, walking over to the telephone. “Mrs. Smith, could you bring two cups of coffee to Scarlett’s office?” He paused, waiting for her response. “Yes, thank you,” he said cordially, and hung up the phone.
“Say whatever you want to say.”
“I didn’t know you and Jill-”
“There was nothing to know about, okay? It just happened.”
“Okay, but still… Did you really need another woman to sleep with right after you left her bed?”
“Actually, she left the bed first. And for the record, it was my bed.”
Dom smirked. “Of course.”
“Hey, hasn’t anything like this ever happened to you? Just don’t tell me the bullshit about being all loyal and decent. I know you were anything but that, up until Scarlett anyway, and now you’re perfect, but don’t sit there looking at me like you have never made a single mistake in your life,” I said irritably.
“I’m not a saint. But two women, in one night… Seriously, Oliver?”
“Okay, fine, I’m an asshole, I know that. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I leaned against the back of the couch, sighing. “I think I just needed to get out of that apartment.”
