The seven of us, minus the triplets, sit at a table in the middle of the bar laughing and joking. “I have to pee,” I whisper to Autumn, who nods her head. I get up and start walking toward the bathroom. I zigzag through the hundreds of people who have come out, looking up to see if there are any signs to the bathroom.
I finally see a sign and walk toward it. At the entrance to the hallway, a girl comes walking from there and sees me. “I wouldn’t use that one. There is someone fucking in the women’s bathroom,” she says to me, and I turn to watch her walk away.
My head turns to look down the hallway when I see the bathroom door open, and someone steps out. My feet feel like they are buried in cement shoes. I can’t move when he finally walks a touch toward me, and I see it’s Tyler. I watch him tuck his shirt into his pants and then adjust his tie. He doesn’t see me right away, but when he finally looks up and sees me, his mouth opens but nothing comes out. My eyes dart behind him where the door of the women’s bathroom opens, and I see Ella step out, pulling down her dress and fixing her hair. She walks right past him and smiles at me. I look at her and then see that Tyler is now in front of me. “Jessica,” he says softly, “it isn’t what it looks like.” I close my eyes, trying to hide the pain that I’m feeling in my chest, a pain that feels like it has ripped through my insides. I fake a laugh and then shake my head, hoping the tears burning at the corners aren’t there. “Jessica,” he says again, and this time, I look him straight in the eye, his eyes sad.
I swallow down and utter the only thing that I can get out without crying. “Your fly is open,” I say to him and turn to walk away from him, hoping like fuck no one stops me before I’m in the comfort of my room.
Chapter Fifteen
Tyler
This reality star is hiding a small baby bump. Sources say she’s thrilled about it, but her family is not.
I’ve never wanted someone more in my life. I’ve never wanted to just grab someone and devour them like I do Jessica. After she kissed my cheek, my heart sank. Friends peck each other on the cheek, and I felt she completely put me in the friend zone with that kiss. I respected it because I wasn’t going to force her to like me. That would have been a bit creepy.
Things with us had been going amazing; we went running in the morning and ate with each other, literally as two friends, but then I about lost my shit when the sweater she had on slid down a bit and showed me her perfect tan skin. My cock was so hard it was hurting me, and to make matters worse, the blood wasn’t exactly flowing from my brain to my mouth. By the time I realized what I’d said to her, she was storming away from me. I had no idea what the fuck to do or how to fucking say I’m sorry, so I stormed away like a two-year-old. I was over it five seconds later and willing to go tell her I was sorry, but well, I’m a man and a stubborn ass obviously. I spent the night in my suite with my finger hovering over her number. Then I went into my secret file, the one with our pictures in it. I looked at them and gathered the balls to finally call her, but then Ryan called me. We got to talking, and by the time I got rid of him, it was close to midnight.
I set the alarm to get up and work out the next morning, but she never showed, and when I walked into that room today, she was all smiles as if she had no worries in the world, so cue Tyler the actor, the aloof jerk who is all business.
The whole day was a clusterfuck. I wanted it over, and then I had the premiere. I was getting ready to go downstairs when there was a knock on the door. Hoping it would be her, I opened and saw it was Ella. “There he is, my date for the night.” She smiled and came in, her finger running over me while she walked in. I stepped away from her, and thankfully, Cassie came to my rescue. I felt my skin crawling from just being alone in the same room with this one. Walking into the room, I scanned it, looking for her, and just seeing her back made my chest feel better. Even though Ella and I walked the red carpet, I was finally able to get a good look at Jessica in that fucking hot-as-sin dress. She was beautiful and classy and everything this chick on my arm wasn’t. She didn’t have to try to be classy and elegant because it was already in her. I tried to pry Ella’s hand from my arm, and I swear to God there will be bruises tomorrow from her fingertips. That’s how hard she held me.
She didn’t leave my side the whole time. I told her I had to use the washroom, hoping that she would let up, but nope. She smiled at me, and said, “Oh, me, too,” in her annoying nasal voice. I swallowed and knew that once I was in the bathroom, I was calling Cassie, and she would get me out of this fucking hellish night. But when we walked past the women’s bathroom door, I thought she would let go of me. Instead, she yanked me into the women’s bathroom and threw herself against the door.
“I know you want it,” she said to me, and all of a sudden, her fucking hands were everywhere. First, I felt them in my hair. I shook my head, and her hands fell off, but then she launched herself at me, her lips landing right on mine. My hands pushed her away from me. “Oh, you like it rough, don’t you, big boy?” she said, and I tried not to touch her or hurt her by physically removing her hands from my body. That was all I needed. I can see the headlines now: Tyler Beckett’s into hard-core sex. Her hands then went straight to my shirt or, better yet, the bottom of my shirt as she pulled it out from my pants and then was working on the belt. She was worse than an octopus and more like a centipede. I heard my zipper come down, and then the door behind her pushed forward a bit, but she pushed it back. “People fucking in here, go somewhere else,” she said. The woman pounded on the door, and I took the opportunity to step away from her.
“Enough,” I say, frustrated with this whole day and hoping like fuck it would end. “Get the fuck out of the way, or I’ll make you move.”
“Jesus,” she said, pushing herself off the door. Her dress had ridden up during her wrestling match, and it showed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “All I wanted to do was have a little fun,” she said, and I put out my hand. “Just one fuck.”
“Never going to happen,” I said, storming out and finally tucking in my shirt and fixing my tie. My heart was pounding, my head was throbbing, and when I looked up, my breath caught when I saw those eyes that had haunted me all day. Her cheeks pink from the champagne I caught her drinking, but then she looked over my shoulder and saw Ella coming out of the bathroom, still fixing herself. All I could do was whisper her name. I knew what it looked like; I knew what I would have thought it looked like if that was her walking out of the bathroom after a man had just exited. It couldn’t get any worse than this.
Oh, but it did. It got a fuck ton worse. I watch her swallow. “Your fly is open,” she says, and I look down. It’s fucking open, so I zip it up, and when I look up, I see that she is already halfway out of the room. I follow her toward the elevator and see she keeps her head down while she walks. She gets in the elevator, and I run to make sure I don’t miss it, putting my arm in right before it closes. Her head snaps up. I’m sure she was thinking she would be in the clear, but she isn’t—not by a long shot. Or maybe she was contemplating how she could break my arm that was forcing the doors open, or somehow keep pounding the door close button until my arm was crushed just to get away from me. “I don’t have time for this,” she says and presses the button to her floor. I wait for the elevator doors to close and move a couple of floors, and then I push the stop button, causing the elevator to stop between floors. “This isn’t funny.”
“No, it’s not funny,” I say from beside the panel right in front of her. “This whole shit is not funny.”
“It is what it is. You can screw whomever you want to. It’s none of my business.” She punctuates her next words. “Now just press the button.”
“This whole thing was a misunderstanding,” I tell her. She looks down at her feet, and I don’t stop talking. “The whole day has been one clusterfuck after another.”
“It honestly looked like it was a clusterfuck,” she says, and then she looks up at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face. “Or just a fuck. Wh
ich one was it?”
“I didn’t fucking touch her,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “She was all over me like flies on shit. Her hands were everywhere, and the only thing I could do was dodge her.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” She laughs bitterly and then crosses her arms. “We’re just friends, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your bathroom fuckfest.”
And with that, I lose it. Like honestly, categorically, methodically lose my shit.
“Fuck being your friend.” I charge her, her eyes widening when she realizes I’m coming for her, and her arms fall by her sides. My mouth crashes down on hers before I can talk myself out of it. Her arms involuntarily raise by the side of her head, her mouth opens for me, and I finally slide my tongue in. The kiss we’ve both wanted but didn’t partake in is here, and it’s fucking glorious. When our tongues finally touch, both of us groan. My hands cup her face as her arms wrap around the back of my neck and her hands wind up in my hair.
I kiss her with everything I have to give. I kiss her knowing this kiss will change everything. I kiss her knowing this first kiss beats out every other first kiss I’ve ever had. The need, the want, and the wait have all led to this moment, and I would imprint this memory forever. “All day.” My lips kiss her lightly, my heart beating, my chest heaving. “All week. Scratch that, for two weeks I’ve wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” She doesn’t say anything, her breaths starting to come out in pants. “Taste you.” I bend my head again, and this time, she is the one who leans in first, capturing my mouth with hers. I’m lost in everything that she gives me, lost in her touch, her scent, just her. I have no idea how long we’ve been self-imprisoned in this elevator; all I know is that we could stay in this metal bubble forever, and I’d be happy.
“This is security . . . is everything okay in there?” A voice speaks through the intercom as we break apart, trying to compose our breathing. “We are going to override the system. Please tell us which floor you’re on.”
Leaning forward so our foreheads touch as our breaths begin to slow, I silently pray she’ll say yes when I whisper, “Come with me.” I’m not ready for this moment to be over, and I’m afraid it will give her more time to think about everything and more time to run. “Come with me, Jessica.” She just nods, so I give him my floor number, and the elevator starts moving. When the door opens, I walk out and lead Jessica to my room. I take the card out and open the door, standing in the marble entryway. I close the door and then push Jessica against it. “I need to taste you.” Her hands grip the bottom of my suit jacket. My hands cupping her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “I have been wanting to touch your face since we were in that boat and you sat next to me.” I kiss her, and she’s kissing me back. “I wondered if it was soft like silk. I wondered if your eyes would lighten or darken when I touched you.”
“Tyler,” she says, arching her back, “I’ve waited a really long time for you to kiss me.”
I smile now, and I bend my head, but it’s not a little peck like the last one. This kiss is all tongue, each of us trying to deepen the kiss further, if that’s even possible. Her hands move from my jacket to my chest and up around my neck. I leave her lips, and her groans fill the room when I turn my head to the other side, and she nips at my bottom lip, trying to pull my lips back to hers.
That was my breaking point. I move my hands from her face to under her arms and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as she bites her bottom lip, and I move my hands to her ass as her mouth crashes down on mine. I turn around and go up the stairs to my bedroom while she moves her head from left to right, and we swallow each other’s moans. The minute I get to the top, I thank the powers that be that the bed is right there. Her purse falls from her arm when I throw her on the bed; her eyes focused on mine while I shrug out of my jacket. Ripping my shirt from my pants, I try my hardest to unbutton the shirt as fast as I can while kicking off my shoes. She leans forward and unties the strap at her ankle, and I yell, “No.” She looks up with a smirk. “The shoes stay. In fact, the next time, you bring all the shoes you brought with you.”
“You have a shoe fetish.” She smiles at me, and I put one knee on the bed, grabbing her ankle and yanking her to me.
“I have a few fetishes if you want to hear how they involve you?” Her brow raises in a sexy-ass way that tells me she’s game for whatever I’m playing, so I continue. “I have a fetish for pounding your pussy while you wear them.” I push her dress up her leg, more and more of her thigh showing, but I stop right before I see what she’s wearing underneath. “I have a fetish for bending you over and eating your pussy.” She shivers now. “And my fetish gets even worse right before . . .”
Her head falls back. “You fuck me.” She whispers the last words to my sentence.
I smile as both my hands grab the silky bottom of her dress. Yanking it up over her hips, I finally get to see what she is wearing under it. I don’t spend much time admiring the sexiness of her pink lace thong before my mouth covers her mound. My tongue comes out, licking up and down through the lace. She’s already wet, and my hands go to her hips when she bucks them up. “Easy there,” I say to her. My finger runs up and down her slit, causing her legs to fall to the sides.
My cock hurts so much I have to undo the button so it’ll stop throbbing. She must take this as an invitation because she sits up, and in record time, my fly is down, followed by my boxers. Somehow, she’s maneuvered herself so that her mouth is now over my cock. She’s like fucking Flash. I try to stop her, but she swallows half my cock. Her lying on my bed, the panoramic view of the city skyline, and looking up at the mirror above the bed, I watch her as she pushes my pants down, stroking me with her hand. She lets it go from her mouth with a plop. I look down at her, and she looks up at me with a stare that speaks volumes. Her tongue comes out, licking me from my base to the head of my cock, and she twirls her tongue around the tip right before she takes me down her throat again.
“Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes and trying not to think of her with my cock in her mouth. Even though that visual is burned in my brain, and the sensations she’s causing are mind-blowing, I can’t blow my load just yet. My hips have a mind of their own, though, and I’m thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. Jesus. My balls start to get tight, and I know no matter how much I fight it, I’ve lost the battle, and I’m going to come faster than a virgin on prom night. “I’m coming,” I tell her, expecting her to let me go and jerk me off, but she doesn’t. She takes me deeper, her hand jerking me off faster and faster, and when my cum shoots in her mouth, she takes me that much deeper and her hand works me that much faster. My thrusts slow, but her mouth never lets me go.
When I finally get myself under control, I open my eyes and watch her. I didn’t even realize she had her hand buried in her lace panties, moving her fingers at the same speed as she was blowing me. She finally lets me go, and I’m expecting my cock to be soft, but it sits at half-mast still, obviously ready for round two. I lean over, kissing her, and my hand joins hers to finger her simultaneously. My eyes never leave hers. Continuing to thrust my fingers, I move my thumb to circle her clit, and the minute I touch it, her pussy squeezes me, and I know she is coming. Her hand moves with mine the whole time. I remove my hand and watch her ride out the bliss. My cock is now ready for round two, and I haven’t even seen her naked. She lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling.
“Turn over,” I tell her, and she smirks at me.
“Going back there for round two?” She winks at me, and I watch as she slowly rolls over. She gets on her hands and knees, her ass covered by her dress now. I pull up the dress, and her ass is on full display. The ass I watched running is the ass I wanted to grab and slap, so I swat it once and then rub it. Her head falls forward, so I move my hand over her back, trying to get the zipper. “It’s on the side,” she says, her ass swaying from side to side. I reach to the side and pull the zipper down and then flip her over. “Seriously, I’m not
a ragdoll.” I don’t bother responding as I get irritated about not removing her dress fast enough and try not to rip it. “Calm down.” She slaps my hands away. “Let me do it.”
“New rule,” I tell her, pushing down the zipper. “Zippers must be on display and easily accessible by the male population without having diagrams on how to get to the fucking thing,” I tell her, “or I get to rip it off, and we deal with it.”
“If you rip it, you just bought it,” she points out and finally peels the dress over her head, showing me the tits that have been teasing me for weeks. The bra matches the panties, another plus, and I see her nipples since the bra really doesn’t hide anything. Her pink round nipples calling me.
“Another rule, no more see-through bras,” I tell her, reaching out and rolling her nipple between my fingers. “If I can see through it, so can someone else.” She rolls her eyes at me, and I pinch her nipple. “New rule: no rolling eyes at me.”
“I’m going to make my own new rule, and it involves me getting myself off while you watch and then leaving to head back to my own room,” she says, and I laugh, opening the drawer and grabbing the pack of condoms.
“Oh, that’s rich. You’re already prepared for a good night.”
I shake my head. “Every room comes stocked with them. It’s Dubai, after all,” I tell her and grab one as I get on the bed with her.
This clusterfuck of a day has definitely turned itself around.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessica
This NFL star is now dating a porn star, making people wonder if a sex tape will leak anytime soon.
This is it, the moment of truth, I’m actually going to have sex with Tyler. I watch him grab a condom wrapper, tearing the top off with his mouth. I lie back on the plush comforter with my legs spread, looking at him. If you told me last month that I would be doing the deed with Tyler, I would have said you lost your mind because he hates me. At the time, the feeling was mutual, but now, now he’s the only thing I think about and having sex is just a bonus.
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