ROSALINE
"Now to the main course," the words fell from my lips as I steadied my feet against the rug, my other hand inclined to my back, and I slowly unzipped my dress.
Gerald gasped, his eyes smoldering mine. He was rooted to a spot and visibly torn between the decision of stopping me, or not. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed the knot in his throat.
I didn't want him to stop me. We had to finish what we started. All of my senses were awoken, and I hated how much distance was between us.
I hated how I wasn't in his arms with his face buried in my chest. My heart pounded as I carefully stepped closer to him, and pushed him with my index finger until he was back on the couch, and I straddled him, bucking my thighs against his hip.
The room spiraled as much as my mind was, and my vision was split into twos and fours, but I knew what I wanted. I crawled up the couch and straddled him, clenched my thighs against his hardness. My head swung back, and my hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. A strained gasp left my mouth, but I didn't stop pressing against him.
I could feel his erection pulsate just below my thighs, and it shot stars into my vision. I panted slowly, my heart pumping violently against my ribcage. Gerald grunted, mumbling words of protest that I couldn't make out.
"Rosa..." He swallowed hard, his chest heaving. His words were a breathless, shaky whisper. "Don't tempt me like this..."
His abs flexed as he arched a little, pressing his dick into me. "What do you want?" I gently humped him slow, and circular grinding movement that caused him to cuss out loud, and he finally submitted, his hands sliding up my hips and digging into the groove of my skin. I curl my fingers around his nape. "Tell me. What.... do you want?"
I let the dress slowly slide off my shoulder, and I swung my hair to the side in a rush, revealing my neckline and cleavage just to lure him deeper. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him.
I started rolling my hips, and he groaned. "You're trying to kill me."
"Tell me what you want..."
"What do I want?" he smirked, his eyes dancing from my eyes to my lips, then back again. "Everything. Every single part of you."
His eyes dimmed, and his fingers crawled up my back, unhooking my bra. My lips parted slightly, welcoming the aphrodisiac feel of his fingers against my spine. "Control isn't exactly my forte, you see."
I nodded, bug-eyed. "Do it..."
"Fuck!" The ghost of a smile touched one side of his lips. Gerald leaned back, his full concentration on my bare breasts as he scanned them. His eyes glinted with profound joy, sending tingles to my already throbbing pussy. My nipples were hard and sore, and it took me everything not to press his mouth over them forcefully.
He put my nipple into his mouth and massaged the other slightly. He forced me up on my knees a little so my breasts stayed on the same levels as his face. "God, you're beautiful..."
That fucking undid me.
"Hm..." my hands messed with his hair while he grabbed my nipple between his teeth and nibbled slowly with his tongue. I didn't recover from the shock bombarding my system before he sucked the whole damn thing in his mouth, and my thighs contracted involuntarily. Wetness pooled my panties, and I couldn't wait to be completely out of the fucking dress.
I moaned, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back before Gerald's fingers dug into my skin, forcing me to be upright before him. His tongue, wet and hot, swirled around my breasts ruthlessly, leaving small bites that turned me beet red.
I couldn't handle the pressure anymore. I reached down and felt his hardness against my hands. Gerald's eyes flustered, and he groaned softly, rocking his hip to the slow movement of my hand. "You'd be the death of me at this point, Rosa," I heard him say in a barely audible tone.
I smiled and bit on my lower lips as I reached for his belt, and he leaned back against his elbows, watching me unbuckle him with style. Gerald arched up, easing my pulling down his pants all the way to his knees.
I slowly hopped off him, running my fingers around the waistband of his boxers. He closed his eyes, his body very still, and a smile crawled up my face. I did the same as his pants with his boxers and his erect dick propped up, free from its confines. God, he was fucking big.
And beautiful. His length flexed, and my heart skipped a beat. How can I take all of that?
I fisted his dick, and he shook against me, throwing his head back. My thumb circled his tip, cleaning off the little precum that oozed out. I licked my thumb and smiled at him before hastily tying my hair backward.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, every single word of his was broken as my hand returned to circling his tip. His body jerked backward, giving me an immediate yet startling response. "Ah- Fuck it! God, Rosa!"
Every nerve ending in my body was awake, and I'd never felt so needy or desperate. I reached to touch him, running my fingers, soft as silk, across the flat hard skin of his stomach.
"Let me taste you..."
Our eyes met and held. There was an instinct driving me that I couldn't control or explain. I leaned in a fraction, trapped between his legs, and then a vibration sent me shuddering backward.
A phone. A phone in this situation! Disappointment had never hit me harder!
"Fucking hell!" Gerald cussed so loudly that I startled back, and it all began to clear out before my eyes. I glanced at him, met his eyes, and crawled backward in a rush. It was so fucking embarrassing.
"Oh my god..." I muttered with a sigh, biting on my fingers. "Oh my god. I didn't-" I pulled away, getting to my feet as I adjusted my dress and sauntered in the direction of the room. I leaned on the walls for support as my legs were failing fast. "I'm so sorry!"
What did I do!? What have I done!?
*
Do you ever sleep and genuinely hope you didn't wake up the next day while constantly haunted by the memories of almost fucking your contract husband?
No one? No? Yeah, me too.
The sun spilled from the blinds into the bed, and I squirmed on the mattress, sinking deeper into the blankets. I had no intention or zeal to wake up today, or ever. I'd rather rot on this bed and fade away than face Gerald.
The memories of last night stuck by me like a vengeful spirit, playing with my sanity and taunting me. There were bite marks all over my pillows as I took the embarrassment out of them. I sat up, then plopped down again.
What do I do? I squealed into my pillow again, feeling nothing but disgust flow in my veins. I'd been up for four hours, and the only reasonable solution I'd come up with was to fake my dirt and move to a small town in Nepal with a new identity.
There was no way I'd ever face him again, in my entire life. I'd rather die.
The past should be in the past, right? A sudden knock on the door caused me to yelp loudly, crawling to the corner of the bed. I remained awfully still, unwilling to say anything.
"You should grab breakfast. Jonathan called. Our attention is needed in two hours," Gerald relayed, and I heard his retreating footfalls, suggesting that he'd walked away.
"You stupid child!" I fisted my hair. "What did you do!?" How was I going to face him after yesterday? I shuffled out of bed and washed my face.
It shouldn't be that hard, right? Whatever happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas. But in my case, the living room I was about to step into was Vegas, and I was going back into it. I tightened my hands around the doorknob and pulled it open slowly.
The dumb door squeaked, and I almost kicked it. Standing on my toes, I crept into the living room. It was great that Gerald was out of sight. My eyes frantically searched the room for any glimpses of him. I peeked from the corner of an edgy wall at the dining section to see if he was there.
"Sneaky much?" he called out from behind me, startling me, and I hit my head against the wall. What are you? A pest?"
Gerald looked bemused, his eyes crawling up and down my body, and so did mine with his. He had a towel wrapped around his neck, and my eyes fell on his wet, silky hair.
The shame I imagined was nothing compared to what I felt when I stood before him. All the voices in my head hollered for me to dig a hole, crawl into it, and never return. Do not be intimidated, Rosaline.
I cleared my throat. "G-grabbing breakfast. You? What are you doing here?"
Ugh! That son of a gun! He didn't act like anything happened yesterday, and I was caught between being relieved or mad.
He flashed the towel in my face. "You do like to grab a lot of things, don't you?" he brushed by me. "Join me. We don't have much time."
I waddled behind him like a lost child, unable to look into his eyes. We settled for breakfast. I was uneasy and hasty to leave. I moved the lid, and I was shocked, staring back at the ridiculous amount of sausages shoved onto my plate, alongside bacon and toast.
Sausages. Sausages. Why-
Fuck Gerald! I looked up at him, and he smirked. "Thought you'd like them."
I was back to wanting to smack him across the face. Of course, he ordered these on purpose! I pushed the seat back and jumped off my seat. "I'd go prepare. You might like these more than I do, you cunt."
"Wait, Rosa..."
*
The sound of crashing waves and the salty sea breeze greeted me as Gerald and I stepped onto the beach. Jonathan was already waiting for us, a smug grin plastered across his face as he waved us over.
"Hey there, lovebirds!" he called out, his voice carrying over the gentle roar of the ocean. "Glad you could make it."
I shot him a withering look, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "What's the plan this time, Jonathan?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, gesturing towards the scattered groups of people lounging on the sand. "Just do the usual, mingle with the others. Show them how much fun you're having."
I nodded, exchanging a weary glance with Gerald as we reluctantly made our way towards the crowd. I could feel his eyes on me as I slipped off my cover-up to reveal my swimsuit, a flicker of heat coursing through me as I caught him checking me out.
Was this day going to be a reenactment of last night? A shiver skittered down my spine, and my stomach rolled. I turned with unsteady feet. "Like what you see?" I teased, flashing him a playful grin.
Gerald cleared his throat, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he hastily looked away. "Uh, yeah. You look great."
Great? Wow. I smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction at his flustered response. But before I could savor the moment, he immediately took it back.
He scratched his head. "I mean, you look human enough. You're not all plank back there."
"You're so gross sometimes. I really want to pull your hair." We were interrupted by the arrival of three women, their laughter ringing out as they approached us.
"Hey there," one of them said, flashing Gerald a flirtatious smile. "I'm pretty sure I know you from somewhere."
Gerald frowned, shaking his head in confusion. "No, I don't think we've met."
The woman's friends giggled conspiratorially, exchanging knowing glances as they nudged her playfully. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy, Gerald. We've seen you around before."
I felt a surge of jealousy bubbling up inside me, my grip on Gerald's hand tightening involuntarily as I glared at the women. "Do you know them?" I demanded, my voice sharper than intended.
Gerald shot me a bewildered look, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. "No, of course not. I have no idea who they are."