Never to Love (8 page)

When we stumbled into the suite, I directed my one-night-stands to the room on the left. In record time, the two exorbitantly priced scraps of fabric that had been posing as dresses hit the floor.

Having recovered from the intensity of my orgasm, I shoved the woman backward onto the bed. Our male companion and I both appreciated the way her tits bounced as she settled onto the mattress. They were obviously handmade, but the workmanship was top notch.

Knowing whose room we were in, as she scooted to the middle of the bed, I opened the drawer of the nightstand, grabbed what I knew I’d find there, and tossed a box next to her hips.

Wearing only my four-inch stilettos, I strolled to the foot of the bed, and then crawled my way up her body on my hands and knees, stalking my prey.

Our equally glossy lips clung when they brushed against each other as I rubbed my bare skin against hers. Wanting to give our seemingly voyeuristic third a good show, I licked my way down her neck, continuing south a little farther before veering left to claim my prize.

The firm, hard flesh I found waiting for me made my mouth water. Latching on, I played with her nipple for a little while, knowing I was driving her mad. As I alternated between nipping and sucking, I snaked the hand I wasn’t using for support between us and toyed with her clit until she begged me to let her come.

When I didn’t have the heart to torture her any longer, I slid farther down her body, licking and lightly biting her slightly salty skin along the way.

Once I was in position, I placed my hands on her knees and slowly parted her legs. After revealing my prize of smooth, glistening flesh, I leaned to the side so the man, who now had his impressive dick in his hand, could get a look at her pretty pussy. The deep groan resonating from his chest was all I needed to hear.

After placing a strip of three condoms on her flat stomach, I hastily buried my face between the young woman’s legs and, without preamble, sucked on her sweet little clit. When she became lost in the sensation, I let up on the suction and mercilessly teased her with the tip of my tongue. Guess I was in the mood to torture her after all.

As I continued to bring her close to the edge and then backing off before she could fall over, I raised my hips in offering to the man I certainly hadn’t forgotten about. “Borderline obsessed” would be a good way to describe how I felt about cock, but when I was in a particular mood, there was something about going down on another woman that really did it for me. Having both at the same time was fucking heaven.

Somewhere along the way, her soft thighs had clamped against my ears, muffling what little sound wasn’t drowned out by my sensory overload. Hoping to make her scream loud enough for me to hear, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and fucked her as I continued my oral assault.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I finally felt manly hands grip my hips. When the length of a hard, hot dick rubbed against my pussy, I glanced up to make sure one of the condoms was gone, which somewhat eased the grip her legs had on my head. After counting two condoms instead of three, I quickly got back to business.

“Do you want my dick inside your tight little pussy?” he asked as he continued to grind on me. My brain barely made out his sexy-as-fuck words, but my body heard every syllable as clearly as one could see the stars in a moonless night sky outside of the city.

“God, yes.” My lower lip grazed swollen flesh as I spoke.

“You want me to pound you until you scream?”

“Yes.” I moaned, the vibration causing the woman beneath me to shiver.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, the cock played with my pussy, teasing my piercing and circling my aching cunt. When I couldn’t take the teasing another second, I pulled back slightly and yelled, “Fuck me already!”

The massive cock that filled me in one hard thrust felt incredible. One of his large hands never left my skin as it traveled from my hip to the back of my neck. Twisting my thick hair into his fist, he pushed my head back to where it was supposed to be.

Having only one night to experience it, I needed to focus on the magnificent cock and commit it to memory. With that goal in mind, I twisted the fingers I was using to fuck her, and with a patented combination of alternating suction and swipes of my tongue, she came harder than I’d ever seen a woman come before.
Damn, I’m good.

As the woman’s sated body went limp beneath me, my hair was released. I pushed myself a little higher on my elbows and let my head fall forward, channeling all of my attention to the magical cock doing things my pussy hadn’t experienced in a couple of years.

Only one dick had ever fit so perfectly inside me and, as much as I hated myself for wanting it, the fight against imagining it was Thomas fucking the hell out of me was futile. I decided to go with it and savored each stroke as if it would be my last fuck.

Without any change in our rhythm, his hands slid up my stomach until they overflowed with my breasts. Choreographed precisely with several hard thrusts into my pliant body, he pinched my nipples and sent me soaring higher than I’d ever flown before.

“Thomaaaaas!” I screamed as the most intense orgasm of my life shook me from the inside out. I didn’t give a fuck that the probability of the guy’s name being Thomas was beyond minuscule; I’d gotten what I wanted and would never see him again.

Two thrusts later, he stilled inside me and called out my name.

My.

Fucking.

Name.

The name I had not given to the man from the club. The name the man from the club had not been close enough to overhear during my conversation with Finn. The name only one of the men with a key to the room called me.

Time stopped.

Even as the naked woman disentangled from beneath me, I kept my head down, unwilling to acknowledge what I knew had just happened.

“Out. Now.” The order apparently wasn’t directed at me since I was pinned in place with his still-hard dick.

After the door clicked shut, he pulled out, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide much longer. The idea I was hiding from him in the first place was absurd since my ass was still in the air and he was likely examining his handiwork.

“Not that I’m complaining, but how did you end up in my bed?” The smirk on his face was audible in his question. Irritated, I finally turned around and sat on the edge of his bed in all of my naked glory.

“How did you end up in my pussy?” I countered, folding my arms across the twins. The bastard was still completely dressed, aside from his unfastened belt and open fly. I began to wonder if he had a fetish about fucking while dressed.

“You invited me. Who am I to decline a lady’s request?”

“I did
not
invite you,” I said with narrowed eyes and a clipped tone. “I didn’t even know you were in the building.”
Liar.
My own fucking subconscious wouldn’t even take my side.

“I beg to differ.” Mirroring my posture, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, but instead of sitting, he arrogantly leaned against a wall. “Let’s recap. You eye fuck me at the club for hours, you come back to
my
hotel, and I find you completely naked in
my
bed with your face buried between a gorgeous chick’s legs. The way your ass was swaying in the air, your pussy was begging my cock to fuck it.”

“I thought you were…” I waved my hand in the general direction of the door, “that other guy. And I did not eye fuck you, you eye fucked me. And I had no idea this was your room,” I lied. The more pissed off I became, the calmer the bastard got. “No matter what, that didn’t give you the right to fuck me.”

“Are you seriously trying to tell me you didn’t recognize my voice? Two people heard you say yes when I asked if you wanted my cock. Not the other guy. Me. When I didn’t give it to you right away, you ordered me to fuck you in a tone that would’ve made any drill sergeant proud. Oh, and I had an extremely brief conversation with my brother before I came up—you knew exactly whose bed you were in.”

“I didn’t know it was you,” I huffed, throwing my hands in the air. The excuse sounded weaker every time I said it, especially to myself. “And I sure as hell don’t believe that guy just stepped aside and let you have me. There’s no way he would turn down the opportunity.”

“The guy was really into watching. At the rate he was going, I don’t think he planned on fucking you at all.”

“Not possible. You know firsthand how irresistible I am.” The thought, as well as something about the way Thomas looked at me, had me ready to run. Tapping out of the staring contest Thomas was engaged in with my boobs, I moved from the bed and slipped into my dress.

“Yes, I know how addictive your pussy is, but he didn’t. He hadn’t had a taste, so he didn’t know what he was missing out on.”

Fuck. Was I going to have to give up sex entirely? Maybe I could run a clinical trial with a few women to determine their orgasm-to-obsession limits. I’d miss cock, but there were always dildos and other various phallic substitutes when the craving for penetration hit.

“Question for you. If you didn’t know it was me fucking you into a coma, why did you scream my name when you came all over my dick? Did you wish it was me?”

“This entire evening was a mistake,” I said, adjusting the girls and then heading to the bathroom to make sure I was presentable. The fucker was right. I had foolishly wanted him to follow me, get jealous, and claim my body. I didn’t feel physically violated at all but although he’d given me exactly what I wanted, I still felt like I’d lost the game.

How could such a hard, animalistic fuck leave me feeling so vulnerable? In hindsight, I should have stayed home and prepared a statement to release in the event a meteor crashed into Marina and Tate’s house—when they weren’t home, of course.

Without looking back, I walked out. I didn’t acknowledge Finn as I made my way through the lobby. I only said two words to the valet who arranged for my transportation. I rode silently in the back of the taxi driving me home. Even though I used the quiet time to reflect on what I’d done, the full magnitude of my stupidity didn’t sink in until my front door was securely locked behind me.

Thomas

My second visit to Juliland was even more magical than the first. If you were to ask my dick, the playground between her soft thighs was the happiest place on Earth.

Based on the conversation I’d had with my brother, walking in on the live-action version of my recurring wet dream wasn’t completely unexpected. However, the reality was way hotter than anything I could have ever imagined. At first, I wanted to throw the asshole watching them out on his ass, but when he stepped aside, making it clear he wasn’t going to fight me for what was rightfully mine, I let him stick around for the show. I’m sure he learned a lot from watching the master at work.

After a long day of meetings, clubbing, and fucking, I was too tired to go home. Since Alissa was back in her original room with Carter, I fell asleep on the clean sheets housekeeping put on the bed shortly after Juli left.

As much as it pained me to admit, Julianne Griffith was the best fuck of my life, and I’d had way more than my fair share of fucks. Did that mean I wanted to fuck her exclusively forever? Hell no. I wouldn’t say no to fucking her until this project wrapped up, though. It would require another addendum to my rules. Perhaps a personal exemption in regards to duration for one specific person would be the easiest to maintain. Once I filled in a name, I would never be able to use it again. I’d have to chew on it for a while. I still had one more fuck before I had to worry about that.

Now that I’d had her on two separate occasions, it shouldn’t be too difficult to get her to agree to at least one more. She’d already broken her rule once, so what harm would it cause to do it again?

Glancing at my phone, I noticed the first meeting on my calendar was with Juli and Finn to begin planning the broad strokes of our part of the project. Any residual exhaustion from my late night vanished, and I could’ve kissed whoever decided it was a good idea to have this meeting so soon after the last. With a stupid smile on my face, I dressed for the day in the nicest suit I had on the premises.

Thanks to my incredibly short commute, I had no need to rush. Before heading down to the office, I took a few extra minutes to make sure my hair was neat and tidy. Hopefully, reminding Juli of our first night together would incite her urge to mess it up again.

Between the extra thirty minutes of sleep I was able to get since I didn’t have to sit in LA traffic and knowing my woman was on her way to see me, I didn’t think my day could get much better.
Wait a minute. My woman?
When my phone buzzed in my front pocket, I filed the disturbing slip-up away for later analysis.

Illuminating the screen, I read the three short sentences that made my day fucking perfect.

Finn:
Running late. Get started without me. Kristy is being Kristy.

Which loosely translated to something like, “Kristy is a controlling bitch who threw a fit because I tried to leave the house before she approved my departure.” Or, my personal favorite, “Kristy is making me change my entire suit because I accidentally put on the tie my ex-girlfriend gave me for my birthday, even though I have no clue how she knows where it came from, before leaving the house instead of waiting until I got to work to put it on and then had to wait until she wasn’t looking to dumpster-dive for my favorite article of neckwear.” I wish I could say I’d made that up.

Saying “I told you so” got old after the sixty-third time, which occurred only a couple of weeks after they returned from their shittymoon. I felt sorry for my brother having to deal with the bitch, but it was out of my control. He knew I’d help him flee the country in an instant to get away from her, but for some reason, the stubborn bastard kept putting up with her bad behavior because he’s “in love.” Gag me. Every day of his life was a testament to the glory that was my philosophy and the three simple rules that go along with it—and the amendments, of course.