Chapter 22: Conceited

Silvia Point of View

Every time I felt sad about the fact that Gerard and I were no longer seeing each other, I scolded myself for it. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached relationship, and as cocky and difficult as Gerard was, I had ended up falling in love with him.

I told myself to be grateful that he had the strength to walk away, even if it added to my sadness that he could. Although a part of my heart had joined his, because it was clear that he did not feel the same about me as I did about him.

So I was surprised when I received Gerard's message that afternoon, giving me the name of the hotel and the room number. Was this the official meeting in which he told me that we could no longer see each other? Or had he changed his mind and wanted to continue? He knew what he wanted the answer to be, but he also knew that, for both of their sakes, he should probably put an end to it.

There was a perverse part of me that wanted to dress up in a sexy outfit so he would feel bad when he said our thing was over. On the other hand, I thought I could put on my painter's overalls, so that he wouldn't think that the breakup smelled too much to me.

But what if he didn't break this relationship?

How had everything gotten so complicated?

I arrived at the hotel room with what I had worn to work. I thought I was nice enough for a chat, but I didn't look like I'd put in the effort, in case he was about to kick me.

I knocked on the door and a moment later it opened; My heart skipped a beat in my chest. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt with an open button-down shirt on top. He held the door open and smiled welcoming me.

Inside the suite there was a fireplace with a fire and in front of it a coffee table with a bucket of champagne and an assortment of desserts.

I looked at him, not knowing what it all meant.

"What's going on?"

"If it's not obvious, it's because I need to work better on my staging skills. He led me to the fireplace and we sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa. "I wasn't sure what kind of dessert you liked best, so I took a little bit of everything," he said, giving me a shy smile. But I chose the champagne that seemed best to me.

He uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses.

I was very confused. This didn't seem like a breakup scene. At the same time, I was nervous that all of this wasn't real. Perhaps, I was misinterpreting the situation. Maybe I was dreaming. So, I just picked up the glass, clinked it with his, and then took a sip.

"I like most desserts," I said.

"Good, because we have a great assortment here," he said, pointing with his hand to the variety of pastries, tarts, fruits and so on.

We each took a sip and sat down to watch the fire. Finally he said:

"Giles told me that two more paintings have been sold.

I turned my head to look at him.

"Oh really? "Then I looked at the fire". Do you think it's because they really liked it, or because they want a bit of scandal?"

Gerard bent his knees and rested his forearms on them with the glass of champagne in one hand as he looked at the fire.

"I don't know, but I wonder if it really matters. I mean, you've sold two paintings, and face it, in the scheme of things you and I getting caught kissing on a street corner really isn't a big deal compared to some of the other scandals going around out there. There was something in the paper today about Senator Jones and his secretary. They are married to other people. I think people are going to worry more about that than about me or you, don't you think?"

I looked at him, surprised by his attitude, considering that when he found out that we had been caught he had gone ballistic. But it didn't seem to be a problem anymore, so maybe it was time to move on.

"Well, I'm glad I made those sales, and I hope you enjoy the paintings.

"Have you been painting more things?

I considered making a comment about all the extra time I had now that I'd left the office, but I didn't want to ruin the nice evening we were having by being sarcastic. Normally, when we got together, we would already be in bed by now, so the fact that we were sitting here enjoying champagne and dessert was something new and I wanted to savor it, whatever was going to happen.

"Something. How is your father? I asked. He took a sip of the champagne .

"He's doing well. I think he is in a lot of pain, but he has a physical therapy assistant and he is determined to make a full recovery.

"I'm very happy to hear it. I know how important it is to all of you."

He drank the champagne and put the glass on the table. Then he turned to me and drew the outline of my face with the others' fingertips.

"I don't know what the hell this is, Silvia, but whatever it is, it's not out of my system yet, and I'd like to continue spending time with you.

I looked down as deep disappointment filled me. He just wanted to continue on our friends-with-benefits situation.

He ran his finger under my chin and lifted my head so I could look at him.

"I'm not just talking about being bedfellows. That's why there's champagne and dessert. Maybe, someday, we can even go to dinner.

I couldn't contain the happiness that his words made me feel. There were no promises of the future, just the explanation that she wanted to have something more than a friend with benefits.

I nodded.

"That I would like."

"All that being said, I feel it's wrong that I want to undress you right now before having dessert.

I gave him a sexy smile as he walked over to me and scooped some frosting off the cake. Then, I gently ran it over his lips.

"Who says we can't have both at the same time?

His eyes shone with that wild heat that I loved to see in them. He put my finger in his mouth, his tongue licked my finger, and he made my whole body heat up with need.

As always, we got naked in record time. But instead of heading into the "main event," where he was on top of me, sliding into me, he straddled my thighs.

"I think I'll like it covered in dessert."

My hips rose on instinct. He looked at the dessert options on the table. He took the whipped cream from the cake and covered my nipples with it. The cold cream on my sensitive nipples made me gasp and squirm in need.

He lay on top of me, taking my breasts in each hand and squeezing them. He looked at me.

"It's so fucking delicious. "Then, he licked one nipple with his tongue while he rubbed the cream on the other with his fingers.

"Oh, God, Gerard," I moaned at the avalanche of sensations.

"Mmm..." he murmured against my breasts, and the vibration radiated to my crotch.

I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he sucked and licked and drove me crazy. He stood up and walked back to the table. This time, he had frosting, which he slid down my belly and over the lips of my crotch.

He looked at me again.

"I could cum just from eating you."

"You better not. I want my turn too," I moaned, and then he moved down my body, trailing his tongue over the trail of frosting. He settled his shoulders between my legs and began to feast on my crotch. Instantly, I swayed and squirmed.

"Make me come..." I sobbed as the pleasure bordered on torture.

He sucked my clit hard and I came like a rocket. I screamed his name and grabbed onto his scalp to keep him close to me while he fucked his face.

He lowered me slowly and then slid back down my body.

"I love it when you cum. "He kissed me forcefully and, at the same time, with something else. Or maybe it was desire.

When I finally regained consciousness, I pushed him away and straddled his thighs. His crotch was long and hard, looking at me like an offering.

"It's my turn for dessert.

"It will not last long. "Gerard's hands slid down my thighs.

I studied my dessert options and decided on strawberry shortcake. I peeled off the top crust and covered my fingers in the gooey pie filling.

"Oh..." he moaned as he looked at me.

With cake-soaked fingers, I ran one over his body. I loved how she gasped and how his hips shook. Precum beaded the tip of his crotch.

I wrapped both hands around his penis and stroked it slowly. His hips rose and fell with my movements.

"Oh, that's... shit... I'm going to cum." He"laid his head back. His face contorted in that mixture of pleasure and pain. Suck me, Silvia... suck me, Oh.

I smiled, loving the power I had over this man. He wouldn't pretend to know and understand what was inside him since he kept himself so closed off. But I liked to believe that, in moments like this, I saw more of him than anyone else.

I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip, and a mix of strawberry and Gerard filled my mouth. The desire to savor everything filled me. Any thoughts of dragging out this moment disappeared and instead I took him deep into my mouth.

"Yes... Oh, yes...

His fingers gripped my head and his hips rose and fell as I fucked him with my mouth.

I slid my fingers over his balls, massaging them gently.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming..." he shouted. His hips rose and heat filled my mouth. I caressed his crotch with his hand while he continued sucking her to finish cumming.

When he did, I sat looking down.

It took him a moment, but then his eyes opened. He raised an eyebrow.

"You look pretty smug up there."

"I feel conceited. "I ran my hands over his chest and lay down on him.

Suddenly, he rolled us until I was underneath him.

"Give me a minute and I'll be ready to be cocky too."