Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen
CANDY’S POV
As if on cue, the door to the room opens to let the man in question in, looking every bit like the name I’d baptized him with. He must have just come from the gym downstairs because he looks yum yum in the gym shorts and muscle top he has on, the bare parts of his skin glistening with sweat.
My eyes latch on to the goodness in front of me as he walks over to drop his bag in its place and take off his shoes, my body leading to dull my mind. I want him, I need him to get naked now, sweat and all and shut my mind up with the most primal sex I’ve ever had and it won’t even matter if I’m using him because it’s what we both signed up for.
“I didn’t think you’d wake up before I returned. Miss me?” He asks in his usual light, noncommittal tone, taking his usual pose against the desk in the room, but I’m having none of that.
Instead of answering, I get off the bed and walk over to him with everything I want and need bare in my eyes.
Without saying a word to him, I lift on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, one hand delving into his raven black mane of hair to pull his mouth to mine in a deep felt kiss. I claim his lips like I’m starved and he’s the last meal on earth, kissing him with urgency while begging my mind to go numb. I don’t want to think about anything else but this. Him. This moment.
I ignore his hesitation because I don’t want to give room for him to stop and pull away, I don’t want questions, so I kiss him deeper, tasting every dip and crevice of his mouth, teasing his tongue into showing mine who’s boss. It’s a while but when I finally feel him fully give in and take control of the kiss from me, a moan escapes me. He kisses so good he makes my pussy weep with just his mouth.
Fuck, I need him inside me now, buried to hilt in my wetness…..
Abruptly, all that goodness is ripped from me, leaving me high and dry and confused.
The fuck!? I think looking at him with a confused, yet accusing look. In the second it took me to realize he’d left me bereft of his warmth and sweet scent made musky with a hint of sweat, he’d managed to put a small distance between us.
“What happened while I was gone?” He questions gently, the look on his face clearing up any hope I might have that we might skip this rubbish Q&A session and pick up where we left off.
My first reaction is an overwhelming need to haul something against the wall or to do something so violent it takes the renewed anger from inside me but instead I stand still like a sculpture, my arms crossed against my breasts as if to stop him from seeing beneath the surface to the chaos going on inside me.
“What’s wrong?”
‘Nothing that fucking concerns you!” I fume. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
If my answer surprised him, nothing gives it away, except maybe his left brow that raises quizzically. He takes a deep breath before speaking and I know almost instantly that whatever comes out of his mouth I’m so going to gate it.
“No, I won’t fuck you, not like this.” He enunciates his refusal of me firmly, bruising my already tattered ego further.
He doesn’t want you, not even when you’re throwing yourself at his feet like a cheap whore, how then did you expect Brent to? The ugly voice that’s been getting louder in my head since I saw that post from hell accuses.
Looking to hurt him like he’s hurting me, like that stupid post had hurt me, like Brent and stupid Lindsay had hurt me, I hit back with, “Okay then, if you won’t then I’ll just go find myself someone who will. I’m sure there’s plenty around here seeing as it’s where I fucking found you in the first place.”
Without waiting for his reaction, I slide my legs into my slip-ons, pick up the bag I’d packed earlier when I’d planned to wile the day away at the poolside and then storm out the door. Fuck him!
Well that’s exactly what he’s refusing to let you do, the bitch living rent free in my head in the name of my subconscious mocks, adding to my misery.
Carrying my properties like I’ve just been ejected from my room, I go over to the poolside. There are people everywhere, dancing and drinking and lounging, leaving the only vacant lounge chair in the secluded corner at the end of the line. Going over to it, I just plop down, willing my lustful haze to lead me on to my next conquest like I intend. Thankfully, there are enough good looking guys down here looking for where to score if the way they’re leering at the women in the pool is anything to judge by and all I have to do is work up the nerves to actually make a move on one of them.
A job made easier because the man on the lounge chair next to mine is looking at me like I’m on the menu and he’s not afraid to order. He’s not said anything to me, but I can feel his eyes burning a hole through me. Not that he’s my type, but I glory in the fierce attention of his eyes. Fleeting it might be but it’s better than having to beg.
I could let him whisk me away and do some very bad things to me I imagine, but the more I let that idea take shape in my head, with less anger and more clarity, the less tempting it’s fast becoming. In truth, I find it repulsive even thinking of letting someone else touch me. The one person who won’t have me and I want only him.
The feel of something cold and clammy snaking up my thigh has my blood curdling and my body jolting in the opposite direction of the source like I’d been burned. My eyes fly open immediately to find a hand almost twice the size of mine grabbing me, a lewd smile decorating the face of its owner.
My face is unable to hide my disgust because he says,
“Come on, don’t act so virginal with me. You wanted this too “ He says in a heavily accented tone, churning my stomach.
My eyes dart around to see if anyone else is witnessing this absurdity but everyone else seem to be either too engrossed in their own business, including the couple I can swear are having sex at the other end of the pool, to notice or just don’t give two piece of shit about his assault on me.
“The fuck? Get your hands off me.” I warn.
Grabbing onto the disturbing hand that’s basically just hurting me at this point, I yank it off of me. Bending, I scoop my bag, leaving the place for him so he can eat it. But just as I start to walk past him, he shoots out a hand and yanks me down against his thighs like he owns me, his hardness rubbing against me.
Utter revulsion shoots down my spine as I fight to get off him, his muscled strength holding me firmly in place as he grinds himself into my ass, his other hand coveting my mouth to keep me from screaming while he begs in my ear that I should just make him cum this once.
I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have liked any bit of his attention…….God, this is all my fault.
I fight him tooth and nail but there’s only so much I can do against someone with twice my strength, and eventually the fight starts to go out of me. Tears flood my already sore eyes right before I notice a shadow fall over us. And there’s something so instinctively calming about the presence that I know it’s him even before he yanks me out of the forceful grip of the creep that had been assaulting me, right before his fist connected with his jaw, sending blood all over my now vacant white chair.