NINE

In five minutes, he was tapping his pass key on the panel of his hotel room door. And as soon as that door closed behind us, we were in each other’s arms, giggling like fools, kissing.

“Bain…” I whispered as he started to decimate the buttons on my shirt.

“Yes, I was celibate that long. Oh, were you asking that?” he asks, breathing heavily as I.

“This is crazy,” I said. “What are we doing? This isn’t supposed to be like this.”

“Right, we haven’t even gotten your pills yet. I’ll have to use another condom,” he said as he pushed me to the bed.

He followed me right away and kissed me on my exposed breasts. We hadn’t even discarded all of our clothes yet. And I wanted to touch him, feel his nakedness against my skin.

That was taken care of at the next minute.

I was lying across the bed, and he was on the edge of it, between my legs. He pulled me towards him while he opened my thighs at the same time.

My legs went over the edge, and he kneeled on the carpeted floor. His fingers opened the lips of my pussy, then his thumb rubbed the clit that was exposed.

I felt so open, and I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the exposure and the sensation his thumb was bringing me as he worked me down there.

His other hand reached towards my breasts and he squeezed me as the other thumb played on a nipple.

“Oh, Gia… you don’t know what it’s doing to me, watching you like this.”

A flush of heat crept up to my face. Being naked and exposed the way I was was uncomfortable and tense. I felt helpless.

And yet, I couldn’t make him stop. What he was down to me felt so right… so good… I needed it so badly after getting it the first time.

When he lowered his head between my thighs, I controlled my moans. My back slowly arched as he gently sucked my clit with his lips. I thought I was going to cum right then.

But I didn’t.

I was getting wetter  and feverish, and my whole body hotter the more he stroked me, both his tongue and his fingers inside my slippery slit.

I held on to the sheets, gritting my teeth. His fingers had become rougher in his exploration, as if he knew I needed him to do it that way. His teeth had nipped twice, and again, and again, painful and exquisite and each time, I screamed a little.

My hips were following his rhythm, dancing against the thrusts of his fingers, and yet still I wasn’t cumming.

When he, at last, moved to mount me, he did it slowly, placing himself above me, holding his latex-covered cock to my opening.

He kissed my open mouth, and he lowered his head to my nipples as if he couldn’t help himself, and put it between his lips, gave it a gentle but firm nip.

“Ahh!” I moaned, surprised.

That’s when he entered me.

It was one full stroke, and I was so wet, and I was so ready.

He covered the scream that escaped me with his mouth as I bucked and quaked when climax struck me. The next few full thrusts milked what remained of that liquid fire as it cascaded in pleasurable waves, consuming me. I shivered all over…

I hadn’t even floated back down yet when he started to pummel me with hard strokes, beating me over and over, thrusting hard and fast that I was screaming again.

Cumming again.

“Oh god… Bain… oh god…”

“You love it… this is going to be how its like between us. I knew it. Oh, Gia… I’m cumming…!”

Then he came, too, and we were one ball of tensed muscles and entangled mass of limbs afterward.

We were sweating, chests heaving, when he arranged us in the middle of the bed, moving our heads where the pillows were.

I started to notice my surroundings, the dark theme of black and brown.

I was lying on a bed with brown sheets.

My legs were entangled with the legs of a man I had just had sex with again, and he definitely had made Mr. Beast a thing of the past this time.

“Let’s go to your mother’s doctor first to make sure that it gets taken care of now, then your college, and the bank, before you show me New York.”

I blinked at the abruptness. Like cold water pouring over my whole body.

“Gia?”

I was in the middle of berating myself for freezing up. I know what this really was. Why feel like you’ve just been run over by a truck?

“Yes. Okay.”

“Something wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“Hey,” he called, his voice still hoarse from the force of our lovemaking.

I looked at him, making sure I was showing him my brave face.

“It’s a business arrangement that we have to see through. The quicker I get it done now, the quicker we get it out of the way. And the more time we only think about each other.”

“Sure,” I answered while, inside my head, I was already on the second thread of the internal angry monologue about starting to fall in love with a handsome angel who had just brought me to ninth heaven—all-expense paid, baby!

GIA, WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO?!

How the hell was I going to avoid melting all over him like ice cream?

Clearly, this was all business to him—business and pleasure.

Can you please wake up now?! This is the freakin’ headline. This!

“You don’t have to get up right away. Let’s rest a bit,” he said when I started to sit up.

“I need to visit the restroom.”

“Okay.”

I tried not to run to where I was going. Why was the room so fucking big? Why did I not get a blanket to cover myself?

The stupid feeling did not leave me even as I showered the sweat off my body.

No, there were no tears. I felt dry, inside and out, even as I wiped the wetness off my skin.

Maybe I’d cry a little tonight for my stupidity, and for what I’d have to go through in the coming days.

It was going to be tough.

And with just a towel to protect my feelings, I went back to the bedroom and to the man who'd entered my life like a brick, hitting my head from the left field.