I sit myself up against the headboard so I can watch. She climbs onto the bed and sits across my thighs as she rips the packet open using her teeth and pulls the condom out. Her delicate fingers roll the rubber all the way down my length like a pro, and the gentle touch is enough to have me craving my next release like a fucking junkie.
Looking up at me through her lashes, she lifts up and guides me to her entrance.
We both groan as she sinks down on me until she’s fully seated.
I want to say that I’ve missed this feeling, but if I’m being honest with myself then I’m not sure it’s ever felt quite like this.
Her walls ripple around me before she sits up and places her hands on my shoulders to give her some leverage.
“Fuck,” I groan as she almost releases me before sinking back down. “Harlow, fuck.”
She keeps moving, both of us finding our rhythm. My hands roam up her thighs and clamp down on her hips to help move her. As she gets closer to her release, her head falls back and she arches, thrusting her tits towards me.
Releasing her hips, I take them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers and making her moan in pleasure. The soft mewl is like music to my ears.
“Oh God.” Her hips circle, taking exactly what she needs to get herself off, her pussy squeezing me impossibly tight.
“Corey,” she cries as she begins tightening around me, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders, dragging me right along with her.
Dropping one hand, I press my fingertip to her clit and circle at the same speed she is with her hips. Only seconds later, she clamps down on me and makes the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard as she falls over the edge.
She squeezes down on me so hard I’ve no choice but to give in to my orgasm. My cock twitches violently as I release everything I have on a loud groan.
She falls down onto me moments before there is a knock at the door. Both our chests heave as we fight to catch our breaths and calm our racing hearts.
“Perfect timing, Brit boy.” She winks at me before climbing off, swiping my shirt from the floor and going to collect our room service. Her legs look fucking unbelievable, sticking out the bottom of the fabric, and I can’t help but stare as she bends down to pick up what’s been left for us.
If I thought the sight of her from behind wearing my shirt was incredible, then it’s nothing compared to when she comes back and walks towards me with the front hanging open, giving me just a hint of what I know is hiding behind it and the bottle of Macallan in her hand.
She twists the top and lifts the neck to her lips, taking a large swig.
“Umm… that’s good.” She holds the bottle out for me to have a drink. I almost pass it up to get another taste of her instead.
The rest of the night is a haze of sex, whisky and orgasms. I swear I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven with this woman.
It’s almost dawn before we fall onto the bed after having christened the shower and washed away the sweat and scent of sex that was clinging to both of us.
I swear my head doesn’t even hit the pillow before I’m out like a light.
When I wake a few hours later, the sun from the curtains we were apparently unable to close properly in our drunken stupor burns into my eyes and only serves to make the pounding at my temples worse.
How much did we fucking drink last night?
Thoughts of the woman I got to know very well fill my mind and I reach out to find her. What better way to push away this hangover than to slide inside her once again? Only, when I move my hand to the other side of the bed, I’m met with cold sheets.
Dragging my eyes open, I look over to find what I already know is the case.
She’s gone.
Motherfucker.
I roll onto my back and blow out a breath. So this is how it feels to be the one who’s humped and dumped?
Something pulls at my chest. I tell myself that it’s just disappointment that I didn’t get to start my day with being inside her, but the reality is that I’m mostly just disappointed that she’s not here.
After a few seconds, I push myself up so I’m sitting up against the giant padded headboard behind me and look around the room for any signs that she’s still here. I don’t expect to find any, and I’m proved right when there’s no evidence of me having had a roommate for a few hours.
I guess it’s karma for all the women I’ve left barely minutes after getting what I came for. I can’t say it doesn’t sting though.
With a sigh, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and move to stand, only my foot doesn’t hit the carpet first, it lands on the bottle of whisky. Reaching down, I lift it to find there’s not a drop left. How the hell did she make it out of here without me noticing when we consumed the entire bottle between us? She must have been trashed. I know I was.
Placing it on the side, I notice all the empty wrappers and used condoms littering the floor.
A smile pulls at one corner of my mouth. She and all her belongings may be gone, but there’s plenty to remind me that she was here, that last night wasn’t a very vivid dream.
I make the most of the shower that is significantly better than the one in my flat. It could be a while before I experience another this good, seeing as every penny I’m earning right now is going back home to my mum and sisters. They need it more than I do. I might have left them all behind but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about them.
I tidy up the mess we made, and with one last look at the room where it all happened, I make my way down to reception to check out, leaving with only memories of her last night and my lingering hangover.
I have my credit card ready, hoping like hell it won’t decline, but to my shock when I get to the front of the queue, I discover the room and our late-night delivery have already been paid for.
Feeling a little used and abused by the red-headed vixen, I head out into the late morning sun and set about finding myself some food.
Chapter Nine
Harlow
I sit surrounded by white fluffy bubbles as the hot water burns my skin and tears track down my cheeks, but I don’t cry. I can’t. I’m numb.
My head throbs, reminding me of the colossal mistake I made last night and the whisky that fueled it. I never should have agreed to go to that hotel with him. Being inside that small room brought out a side of me that I’d rather never meet again. The weak girl who’d do anything for a distraction.
It worked. I forgot about my daily stresses, about what I’m about to face with my aunt, and my past that haunts every second of my life. All of it was gone with one skilled kiss and caress of his fingers. But that’s not how it should be. That’s how I used to deal with things. I’m stronger, or at least I hoped I was.
Everyone keeps telling me that I’m a different person now. But one thing goes wrong in my life and I fall back into old habits. Habits that took too long to break and a lifetime to regret.
I’m done with regrets. I’ve got a truckload that weigh me down on a daily basis. I do not need any more. Especially any that include a smooth-talking man with an addictive British accent.
Everything was fine until he rolled over and fell asleep. I was perfectly distracted, he took me away from everything that’s been eating at me, but then it was over and all that was left was the girl I hated.