Cleaning off my juices, I guess.
I just fucked my ex’s face in a public room. I should feel astonished, shocked. Ashamed.
But... It’s so hot I can’t pretend any of these emotions. I loved it. With him, it feels like an adventure. He makes me feel safe enough to try all the crazy stuff in the world.
A burst of confidence shoots through me, and I prop myself up on my elbows. Vincent leans to kiss me, and I taste myself on his tongue as I reach out and take a handful of his bulge. He gasps against my mouth, parting the kiss to gawk at me.
“Fuck me,” I hear the words tumbling out of my lips and I don’t apologize for them. “Right here, right now, Vincent.”
The black of his pupils bleeds into his irises until they’re all I can see. A vein pulses in his temple and his jaw is so hard it could cut glass as he shakes his head. “Don’t tease me like this. I can’t take you in a public place.”
“Why not?”
“I told you.” He holds my jaw in a hand. “I want you spread over my bed. Naked. And I need more light than this to admire these curves.”
I lick his taste from my lips, and he watches with keen attention as I drag my tongue over my teeth. “Please?”
He grunts as if I had slapped him. “Hazel. Not like this. Let me take you somewhere else.”
I swallow hard but nod. A tiny part of my brain, a part I immediately shut up, wonders “well, next time then”. But there’ll be no next time. I have to take whatever I can from this one.
So once more, I let Vincent drag me through the crowd. We approach the exit as a new song starts.
Our song.
He shoots a glance over his shoulder at me, and my heart kicks up. I’m afraid he’ll approach the past once more, but he doesn’t. He presses his lips together and tightens his hold on my hand. We slip out of the venue and inside an Uber minutes later.
Thankfully, he keeps me busy, his lips on my ear, his hand skimming along my cleavage. He keeps my brain blissfully devoid of nasty thoughts about the past as we ride to a hotel, and we make out in the elevator.
Just like good ol’ times.
There are a couple of suitcases to one side of his room, and I pretend not to see them. Because just like good ol’ times, he’s probably lying. Probably not moving back but just visiting.
He won’t stay. And I can’t hope he will. That’s a promise of heartbreak all over again.
VINCENT
Having arrived yesterday, and spending every waking moment looking for her, I had no time to unpack and put my stuff away. It’s not my priority since soon enough I’ll rent a place and move into it. A nice three-bedroom home, either with a balcony or a yard, and an enormous kitchen Hazel will cook anything her heart desires. I’ll make my office into one room, and the other will be our guest room while the kids don’t come.
Of course I have everything planned out. I’ve been waiting five years for this. I had the time. I have even looked up some options online, and I’d be taking Hazel to visit them tomorrow if things weren’t so amiss. So wrong.
I wanted to see her again and rekindle our romance. Let her know she never left my mind.
Instead, I have to convince her of sticking around long enough to hear me out. To give me a chance.
She’s been acting as if something other than my move broke her. Something before I tried to contact her, send her letters. I feel there’s something in between, something wedged between us. Truth’s dangling just above my head and I can’t quite grasp it. Not yet.
But that’s a job for tomorrow’s Vincent. Today’s Vincent has the woman of his dreams to satisfy.
As I shut the door behind us, Hazel whirls to face me. Throwing her arms around my neck, she stands on tiptoes to kiss my lips, her eyes shut. Pressing her curves against the planes of my torso, she rubs herself against me. Devouring every moan she makes, I cup her backside, locking her between my arms and body. I grind against her, trying to find some respite from this aching in my balls.
But when I crack my eyes open, she’s still fiercely keeping hers shut. Almost as if she doesn’t want to face this. Face the reality of us.
Cradling her head in a hand, I break the kiss. “Everything all right, b—?” I cut the baby before it slips past my lips. She’s clearly keeping her distance from the past, though she can’t deny the attraction’s still here. And I have to make her face it. How our bodies are perfect for one another. I nudge my nose against her cheek, catching her attention. “Hazel. Look at me.”
She meets my eyes. “I’m all right. You don’t need to worry about me.”
I scoff. “I’ll always worry about you.” She looks away, so I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “Tell me.”
“It’s nothing,” she blurts out.
“Hazel,” I insist, her breath coating my lips. I need every ounce of my strength not to drop the subject and just ram my cock inside her. The night will only be a success if I can make her accept we’re in this together.
“I just...” She blinks rapidly, looking everywhere but at me. After a second, her gaze settles on the bulge in my pants. “I really want to suck your cock.”
My mouth opens to tell her off — I know that’s not what’s on her mind, and I’d like her to discuss it before we get down to business. But before I can form any reply, Hazel frees herself from my grip and drops to her knees. Her fingers fumble with my belt and button before I’m aware.
She pulls my boxer briefs down along with the jeans, my cock springing proudly. I gasp as she curls small fingers around the base and gives my member a damn pleased look.
“Fuck.” I grit my teeth together, covering my face with my hands.
“Well, look who’s avoiding to meet my eyes now,” she teases against my head-cock.
“If I look at you while you’re sucking my cock, I’m blowing in your mouth in two seconds.”
“Oh,” she coos as she stretches her lips around my fat member, guiding it over her tongue. She’s always given me the hottest fucking head, and that memory was a constant when I jerked off. Her lips around me, the suction, the warmth, are better than my memories. Than my fantasies.
Hazel drops until the head touches the back of her throat. Without gagging, she pulls back, sealing her lips and creating the perfect vacuum. I groan, my balls pulling tight inside my body.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, letting my hand drop for a moment.
It’s a blessing from the heavens. Hazel on her knees, flushed to her shoulders, her head bobbing on my lap. True to my words, my spine tingles with the promise of an orgasm as I watch her taking me inside her mouth.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I wait for her to pull back, then I force her to stop. She looks up and bats her lashes innocently.
“What’s wrong?”
“If I blow inside your mouth now, where’s the fun?” I say, my voice brittle with the effort I make to keep from spurting my seed all over her cute nose.
“I see,” she purrs as she jerks me off twice more.
In a beat, I bend and collect her from the floor, carrying her to the bed. She squeaks at the quick motion, her arms gripping tight around my shoulders. Dropping her on the mattress, I grip her hips and flip her, forcing her ass up.