Closed Off To You (Singing Star Trilogy #1) (4 page)

“This is nice,” he whispered. “Are you ready to cum?”

I nodded, I was ready. In fact, I was already on my way. A gorgeous buzzing sensation built inside me. His hips swung forward and back, forward and back. His cock caressed the walls of my pussy as he entered in and out. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding tight to my shoulders. His speed increased as he buried his head into my neck, kissing me gently before pumping harder and faster. I could hardly breathe. I could hardly think.

The pressure built in me as he continually pounded. His cock hit the deepest part of my pussy again and again. His breath hitched suddenly, and my body started to shudder uncontrollably. The whole inside of me exploded as the pleasure rocked throughout my body. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy pulsated around his prick. He kept moving but not for long. A groan escaped his mouth, muffled by the skin of my neck. His fingers dug into the flesh of my shoulders, which made me cum even more.

The slow unfurling of orgasm left us breathless and collapsed on the floor. Nathan rolled off me and onto his back. Catching sight of my nakedness, I threw my arm over my eyes so I didn’t have to see. I didn’t want to look at myself. Not when I was lying next to a hunky God of a man. The last thing I needed to do was compare the bulge of my stomach.

“That was hot.”

Nathan’s breath got back to normal pretty quickly. He moved to his feet. I kept my eyes closed. Although the light was dim, it would still show up every part of me.

“Are you okay, gorgeous?” he asked.

Hearing the movement of him putting on clothes, I moved my arm, and looked up at him. He gave me a cheeky grin. My mouth dropped open. “Rushing off, are we?”

He stilled, his fingers resting on the buttons of his jeans. “Sorry. I’ve got work early in the morning, but maybe we can meet up again soon.”

Getting to my feet, I tried my hardest not to cringe as I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my top. I was about to pull it over my head when his arms came around my back and cupped my breasts. I froze, unable to resist him as he licked my ear.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t a one-time thing,” he whispered.

When I nodded, he let me go and opened the kitchen door. Yanking my top on, I followed him to the front of the flat.

“I don’t usually do this,” I said.

He turned back, looking down at me with his sexy dark blue eyes. “What’s your surname? I’ll add you on Facebook.”

I saved myself the embarrassment of choking. It took all of my power, but I managed to stop the cough of disbelief, before I humiliated myself all over again. Facebook? The cheeky bastard.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Opening the front door, I stood back to let him through.

Frowning, he automatically took a step out of the flat. He tried to get me to make eye contact, but I deliberately looked past him into the hallway. Facebook, my arse. He could go and do one.

“Are you not going to tell me?” Nathan’s step faltered as he cleared the doorframe and I started to close it.

I grinned suddenly, aware that I was playing a game. I couldn’t help myself. Bloody Facebook. “Nope. Like I said, that’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

The smile didn’t leave my face as his mouth opened and the door clicked into place, cutting my view of the most handsome man I had ever slept with. The most handsome man I had allowed into my home. The most handsome man who had fucked me and left.

Chapter Four

Facebook? Had I really just slept with a man who wanted to connect through Facebook instead of giving me his number? Or at least taken mine. I shook my head as the bubbles popped around me. The water lapped against my skin, where only an hour before, Nathan had touched me.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my body to sink down into the water. The liquid wrapped around my face, trying to get up my nose. I had done it again. The man had disrespected me.

Why did they always do that? They only wanted one thing. And I let them have it.

An image of Nathan’s thrusting body came to me. My traitorous pussy hummed at the memory. At least I had found relief. It wasn’t as if the sex was bad or anything. It wasn’t even that he had treated me badly. He hadn’t. But why had he left so quickly? Why did he not want to stay? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken up next to a man.

Lifting my head out of the water, I rested the back of my neck on the lip of the bath. Running my hand over my face, I swallowed when tears suddenly popped into my eyes. My throat tried to close, but I bit down on my lip. There was no need to get all upset. Nathan seemed nice. He hadn’t done anything wrong. I had invited him back to mine. I knew what was going to happen. I also knew how I would feel after. Yet, something inside me couldn’t resist.

“Melissa!” Lizzie shouted from the hallway. “Is Nathan in there giving you a backrub?”

I cringed lower into the bath. Why had I given my best friend a key to my flat? Stupid woman. What if I had been screwing Nathan?

“No. He’s gone.”

I cleared my throat, determined to get rid of the need to weep like a little girl.

“Can I come in?”

The air rushed out of my lungs before I mumbled an affirmative.

Lizzie stuck her head around the door as it creaked open. Her face fell when she saw that I was on my own.

“What happened?” She moved over to the toilet and sat on the lid.

There were enough bubbles in the bath to cover my nakedness. Not that I was conscious about my body when I was around her.

“We had some fun, then he went.” My brisk tone wasn’t fair on anyone. Especially not my best friend. I was glad that Ella wasn’t there. The woman was a crusader. She’d be running the streets trying to find Nathan. To tell him what a dick he was for not seeing how amazing I was. She was the best friend a girl could have, however, sometimes she turned our lives into a TV show.

“Did it go wrong?” Lizzie crossed her legs and rested her elbow on her knee.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. Why was I being so dramatic? Maybe Nathan would follow up. Maybe he would find a way to get in contact.

“No, it was brilliant. I think that’s why I’m so pissed off. We connected and then he wanted to connect again… Through Facebook.”

Lizzie chuckled. “Well, you will pick the young men. All they do is sit on Facebook.”

I laughed with her. “You can bloody talk.”

She shrugged as she flicked her blonde hair behind her shoulder. She was a kind soul but a little erratic. She did, however, make a lot of sense.

“Erm, I think you’re being a bit of a hypocrite, too,” she said in a sing song voice.

I tutted and flicked water at her. “I have to do it for my online business.” I stuck my nose in the air and turned my head away from her. “I would not give my Facebook as contact details after I had just had sex with someone.”

Lizzie’s snort echoed around the bathroom. I threw my middle finger in the air and refused to make eye contact.

“Well, at least you got a good seeing to.”

It was certainly a fun session. Even if it was a little quick. Nathan had known what he was doing, I had to give him that.

“See, you enjoyed it more than you realise.” Lizzie stood and inspected her reflection in the mirror as she rubbed the smudged mascara from under her eyes.

“What about you? Did you get lucky?”

My eyelids started to droop. The relaxed feeling of release wound through me as I slumped back into the water.

“Nah, you had the one I wanted. I wouldn’t be sitting here moping now. I’d still be riding him.” Lizzie threw a look over her shoulder. I knew that look. She might have been teasing, but she hit a nerve.

“Isn’t it time you went home to your own place?” I snapped.

I couldn’t help it. There was nothing I could do to redeem the day. I wouldn’t even be waking up next to a gorgeous man.

“Don’t be like that. I was only joking.” Lizzie came over and sat on the edge of the bath. “Anyway, you’ll get a much better sleep without him here, won’t you?”

I groaned and pushed her off the edge. She giggled as she went over to the door and made her exit. “I’m not going anywhere. Crashing on your sofa,” she shouted.

The cool air hit my body as I got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around me. Glancing in the mirror, I paused when I noticed a red mark on my chin. I licked my lips and grinned as I remembered how it got there.

He would contact me. He would find a way. If not, I would swear off men forever.

Lizzie banged around in the kitchen as I came into the living room. She had already pulled out the sofa bed and made a rough nest with a few blankets. Tying my dressing gown, I climbed into the haven of comfort. Lizzie came out the kitchen with two mugs.

“That’s fine, I’ll just sleep in your bed.”

She settled next to me and handed me the tea. A fleeting thought of not getting enough sleep came into my head. It was already the middle of the night, there was no point in worrying. I really was getting old.

“Do you think we’ll ever find someone?” Lizzie asked.

Allowing the cushions to envelop me, I pulled the covers right up to my chin. Lizzie mimicked me. We were two snug women, wrapped up in our own loneliness.

“We have to, surely? We can’t stay alone forever.” I took a sip of the hot liquid, cursing when it burnt my tongue. “Ouch, that was nowhere near as tasty as what I almost drank earlier.”

Our laughter filled the room. I couldn’t help it. If I didn’t laugh, I would cry.

“Melissa?” Lizzie said. “I think we might be past it.”

Screwing up my face, I tried to find the words to deny Lizzie’s statement. I racked every part of my brain, but there was no denying it. Nope, I couldn’t find it in me to disagree. “Yes, we are most certainly past it. In fact, I think I might get a cat.”

Lizzie’s giggle made me smile. It was a good job Ella wasn’t there. She would berate us for feeling sorry for ourselves. Ever the optimist, Ella would make us feel better. She refused to believe anything other than good stuff. Even if she couldn’t find herself a man either.

“I can’t do this anymore, though,” I said, taking Lizzie’s hand when she offered it.

“It’s okay to enjoy sex, you know that.”

She was right. It was okay to enjoy sex. “That may be so, but I want more. I want so much more, Lizzie, and you know it. So do you. Let’s promise not to get ourselves into these situations any more. Let’s promise to respect ourselves enough to at least go out on a date before we have sex.”

My tea almost went flying when Lizzie laughed so hard she nudged me.

“No offence, but I’m not actually into women.”

I frowned as I laughed. “What the hell are you talking about?”

At least we didn’t need Ella to help us get out of our slump. We might be a bit crazy. We might be a bit self-conscious. But at least we could laugh at ourselves.

“You said we need to make a promise to at least go out on a date before we have sex. I’m just saying, I don’t fancy you in that way.”

The serious expression she plastered on her face made it so much worse. I had to put my tea on the table to prevent it from spilling.

“It’s no wonder we’re not in a relationship, is it? No one would believe that we’re thirty.”

“You’re almost thirty-one actually,” Lizzie said, poking my arm.

My mouth dropped open in disbelief. It was actually three months until I was thirty-one. Still a very long time. The date loomed over my head, confirming that I would officially be in my thirties.

“Well, at least I got some tonight.”

Our humour died down as our thoughts returned to the state of our lives. We had been friends for ten years, always there for each other, all three of us.

“It’s going to be a good year. I can feel it.” Lizzie put an arm around my shoulders. I let her hug me awkwardly from the side.

“Something’s got to change. If it doesn’t, I’m going to change it myself.” I moved to try and hug her back, but we got tangled up.

“Me too. I’m ready to take my career to the next level. Maybe it’s time to forget about men for the minute. They’ll come into our lives when the time’s right,” Lizzie said, her voice getting groggy as her eyes fluttered closed.

I moved to get out of the bed but Lizzie didn’t let me go. When we had first met, we had spent many nights talking and falling asleep on my sofa bed. Since we had got older, we had grown out of the habit. It was nice to have her close to me, especially after the day I’d had.

“You sound just like Ella now.”

Lizzie murmured, close to sleep. I got comfortable, resigned to the fact that I would be snuggling with my best friend instead of Nathan. At least she was always there for me. That was worth more than anything. Any man.

“Melissa?”

I murmured an affirmative.

Lizzie snuggled deeper in the blankets, keeping her eyes closed the whole time. “You’re only as old as the man you feel. That makes you twenty-five.”

I smiled as my eyes dropped closed and images of the handsome Nathan came into my mind. At least I would have lovely dreams for a few weeks to come.