He groans as he begins to pound harder into me. “You’re going to ache for me until you get to Vegas,” he murmurs almost as if he’s talking to himself. “Every fucking part of you, Tullie.”
With my eyes closed, I shake my head from side to side as I let out a whimper. I’m about to lose my damn mind if he doesn’t do something. I’m about to take care of things myself, because I can’t go on another minute this way.
Louis lets out a chuckle, no doubt laughing at the sight of me. I don’t give a shit, either. He can laugh himself silly, but if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to lose my mind.
“Fuck, baby, but you’re a goddamn sight to behold,” he rasps as his hand glides from my throat, down the center of my chest, and finally between my legs. I swear that I see fireworks as soon as his thumb presses against my clit.
My eyes open at the same time that my mouth does and a gasp escapes my lips as I come. Louis leans down a little more and his lips touch mine as he continues to slam his hips against mine. I swallow his breaths as he pants, my hands slip up his arms and wrap around him before my nails drag down his back.
When he buries himself deep inside of me, I watch him jerk his head back before he buries it in my neck and then I hear him groan at the same time he fills me with his release. Our breathing is labored and we stay there until it evens out.
He lifts his head, his eyes looking down into mine and he smiles. It’s a soft smile, his eyes searching my own. “Love you, Tullie baby,” he rasps. “I already miss you.”
My lips twitch into my own smile. “I already miss you, too,” I sigh as I clench around his softening length. He groans before he shifts from me, and I can’t help but whimper when I lose him from inside of me.
“I do not want to leave you right now,” he announces, standing at the side of the bed, his eyes on me, flicking from between my legs to my face.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I slowly close my legs and watch as he shakes his head. “Covering up such a pretty sight,” he says.
“Pretty?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.
Louis nods his head as he gathers his clothes from the floor and tosses them on the bed before he reaches for his underwear and pulls them on. “Yeah, pretty. Your pussy, swollen and full of my cum, fuckin’ beautiful, baby.”
“You make it sound so dirty.” I laugh.
Something flashes in his eyes, his hand slips between my legs and forces my legs apart slightly. Without a word, two fingers fill me, and I gasp at the sensation. Louis’ gaze is focused on mine, it’s fierce and serious.
My smile dies as soon as his fingers begin to pump in and out of my wet, sticky center. “Nothing about this is dirty, Tulip. My cum inside of you is fucking gorgeous. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, ever felt.”
Pressing my lips together, I inhale through my nostrils as he continues. “When I win that fight, I’m going to fill you up, Tulip. You’re going to be so goddamn full of my cum, you’ll be dripping. We’re going to celebrate and I’m going to paint your beautiful body, baby.”
The description of what he wants, it should turn me off, but it doesn’t. Instead, I’m so turned on that I want him to do that to me right now. I want a taste of what that could be. His fingers are still working between my legs with each word that he says and I want it, I want it all.
Louis’ thumb presses against my clit, rolling, as I lift my hips. My lips part and I let out a sigh as he brings me closer toward another orgasm. I’m so sensitive, tender, almost sore, but that’s what he wants and he’s going to give it to me. I don’t mind, not in the slightest, not since it feels so damn good.
“Yes,” I hiss. “God, yes.”
My orgasm washes over me. It comes in a rush that I don’t expect. My entire body tenses, but Louis doesn’t stop. He continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me.
Until there’s a knock on the door.
Then he freezes and I watch as his head whips around to look back over his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, but Aaron’s voice floats through the door.
“Car’s here for the airport,” he calls.
“Be down in a second,” Louis barks.
His head swings back to me and his lips twitch into a small smile. “Gonna miss you, Tullie baby,” he murmurs, dipping his chin to touch his mouth to mine. His tongue slides out and tastes my lips. “Be good, be safe, be healthy and I’ll see you in a few days,” he rasps against my mouth as his fingers slip from between my legs. I watch as he quickly dresses, then as he makes his way to the door, only then do I whisper.
“I will, Louie, I promise.”
Chapter Thirty-One
TULIP
“Do you want to keep everything?” Hutton asks, picking up a ratty pair of sweats that had seen better days about a decade ago.
Smiling, I shake my head. “I just threw everything in here, I should have gone through it all when I packed it up,” I mutter.
Channing giggles from her place on the bed. Her feet are propped up, a small plate rests on her belly as she watches us, and I can’t deny that she’s simply gorgeous.
Reese is with Rylan for the afternoon since it’s a gloomy rainy day outside and he’s not working, and they all came over to help me unpack.
I have a feeling they’re more here to see how I’m doing since Channing and I talked. I have to admit that I needed her to shake me up a little, to wake me up. I was drowning, I’m still drowning, but the world seems less black and more of a light gray these days.
“Do you know what you’re going to wear to the fight?” Channing asks.
Pressing my lips together, I roll them and shrug a shoulder. “Jeans and a t-shirt. I mean does it matter?”
Hutton and Channing both stare at me like deer caught in headlights. Hutton slowly shakes her head. “No, I’m sorry but no, Tulip.”
“What do you mean? It’s going to be a fight, with blood and punching. Who cares what I’m wearing?”
Channing presses her lips together, but I can tell that she’s trying to hold back a laugh. Her eyes are glittering as she watches me. Obviously, the fact that I want to wear jeans and a t-shirt to a boxing match is hilarious and I don’t understand why.
“This isn’t just a fight, like going out to Austin with some friends and rolling up to the HEB Center. This is televised, in Las Vegas. The cheapest tickets are like three hundred dollars. But you’ll be sitting with all of the celebrities, tickets that regular people can’t even buy. You need to at least wear some kind of dress, diamonds, and furs if you have them.”
I burst out laughing just at the thought of owning diamonds and furs. Channing starts to laugh too, then Hutton joins in. “Okay, maybe diamonds and furs are a bit much,” she says between her giggles.
“You think?” I ask.
Channing shakes her head. “But you do need a dress, a little black one, and high heels. Classic, not super flashy, but still sexy.”
“I don’t own anything like that, I’ve never had a need to before,” I murmur.
“Me either,” Hutton admits. “I’m a jeans and t-shirt girl myself. Beau has bought me a few things for awards shows, but that’s too much for this. I mean I’m sure some people would be wearing them, but I doubt you’d be comfortable.”