33.
Levi
The line went dead.
“Isla!” I shouted, even though I knew the call was disconnected.
He had Isla.
That was who Joel had seen pick Isla up: Alfie.
I felt the strange sensation of being completely powerless, which wasn’t something that I was accustomed to feeling. I could fix this—I had what he wanted. Of course I would give him the money he wanted, but I fucking hated that he’d gotten Isla involved in this. I saw a taxi approaching and I walked out into the road, hand raised, not caring that another car almost took me out. The driver blasted the horn and leaned his head out the window and unleashed a few choice words my way, but I barely even heard him. I got into the taxi and told the driver the address to Jasper’s flat. There was traffic, and as the taxi inched along, I tried not to think of all the terrible things they might be doing to Isla.
I’d met Jasper a few times before, and while I didn’t think he was a bad guy, he struck me as the sort who would do exactly what Alfie said.
They must’ve got her when she left after she walked in on Ella and me. How did he do it? Did he just snatch her? Or did he pretend that he was going to take her somewhere, act like he was her friend?
“Can’t you go any faster?” I asked.
“The car would need to
grow a pair of wings for that to happen,” the driver said. “I cannot control
the traffic.”
I was tempted to jump out and run the rest of the way there, but it was a few
miles, at least. The light turned green and the cars began to move again.
When we got there, I threw a handful of bills at the cab driver, not bothering to count it. It was way more than the fare cost, so I knew he wouldn’t complain. I found Jasper’s door and banged on it. I waited what felt like an eternity, and then the door opened, Jasper standing on the other side, a strangely comical smile on his face, like I was coming over for a bachelor party or some fun event.
“Levi,” he said. “C’mon in.”
He stepped back and I nearly bowled him over. “Where the fuck is Alfie?” I said.
“Man of the hour!” Alfie appeared from the living room. He came over and tried to clap me on the back but I stiffened and stepped back. This was not the time for niceties.
“Where’s Isla?” I said.
“Hold up now, mate. We’ll
get to that. Glad that you could finally find the time to acknowledge us.”
“Alfie, stop it. This has gotten way out of control. You’ve taken someone
hostage. Do you really think that was such a good idea?”
He looked at Jasper and the nodded. “Well, yeah, mate. I would say it was a
good idea. You’re here, aren’t you?”
I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. I swore I could feel my blood pressure rising by the second.
“So you’re going to let
her go?” I said. “I’ll give you whatever you want, just let her go.”
Alfie smiled. “We’re not going to hurt her,” he said. “Well, any more than we
already have. I knew she’d be enough to get you here, though. Didn’t I say
that, Jasper?”
“You did.”
“And you were right. Where is she?”
“What—you don’t believe that I wouldn’t hurt her?” he asked.
“Where is she?” I repeated.
“Follow me.”
I followed him through the living room, down a short hallway to a bedroom. And there she was. Sitting in a chair, her hands tied behind her back. I couldn’t gauge her reaction when she saw me. There was a trickle of blood from her nose, and the right side of her face was blotchy red and starting to swell a little.
“Isla,” I said.
“Hi, Levi.”
She didn’t seem scared, which I took as a good sign. I glared at Alfie. “I
thought you said you weren’t going to hurt her.” I hoped they hadn’t done
anything else to her. What a fucking dick head. Of course Alfie would have no
qualms hitting a woman.
“I regret having to do
that,” Alfie said. “Isla knows this. And now you know this. But it had to be
done so you’d know that we’re serious about this, and if you want to make
things more difficult than they have to be, more bad things will have to
happen. I’m hoping that this won’t be the case, though.”
“It won’t,” I said. “Let’s just get this over with so we can get out of here.
What do you want?”
“You’re going to call the bank and authorize them to do a wire transfer to my account. Let’s say a million dollars, which I know is pocket change for you.”
“Fine,” I said. “But I’m
not doing it until you give me your word that you’re going to Isla go. If you
want to keep me here, fine. You have to let her go.”
“Awww.” Alfie made goo-goo eyes at Jasper. “Innit sweet? Look at how he loves
her. It’s bloody obvious how much he cares about you, love,” he said, looking
at Isla. “Even if the only reason you got involved with him in the first place
was to get revenge. Can’t say I really blame you; I know what a tosser this
prick can be. Strutting around like he’s got the biggest cock in the place. Did
you know that Levi?” he asked. “Right before you got here, Isla told us
something I think you might find interesting.” I ignored him, but he continued
on. “She told us that she never really liked you to begin with. That this whole
thing was about revenge. Interesting, innit?”
“Sure, Alfie,” I said. “Whatever you say. Is that what you’ve been doing this
whole time that you’ve been waiting for me? Making up these ridiculous little
stories?”
“Oh, we didn’t make it up,” Alfie said. “Why would I make up something like that? No, Isla volunteered this information free and clear. Project Revenge. Because you used to make fun of her. She was overweight. Hard to believe now. She’s got a pretty face anyway; I wouldn’t have made fun of a bird like that for being overweight. But maybe I’m more of a gentleman than you are.”
I wanted to think that he was just saying this to start shit, to try to get me worked up, but I could tell by the way Isla wouldn’t look at me that he was being honest. Besides, how else would he know that she used to be overweight? I tried to keep my face impassive; I didn’t want to let either of them know how much that actually bothered me.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that if you can’t say anything nice about someone, you shouldn’t say anything about them at all?” Jasper asked, and then he cackled with laughter, clearly thinking he was some mastermind for coming up with a line like that.
“I didn’t know my mother because she died when I was little,” I said. “So no, she never did tell me that.”
“All right, all right,”
Alfie said. “This isn’t some group therapy session. You take care of initiating
that wire transfer and then the two of you can be on your way, all right?”
“Yeah, fine.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and made the call. It took less than five minutes, and then it was done.
“There,” I said. “All set. Now let her go.”
“We will. But you know, I keep thinking about this Project Revenge.” Alfie smiled. “I like that.” He looked back at me. “We’ll let your girl go. We’ll let you go, too. But not before we give you a little something to remember us by.”
“What?” I said. “Trust
me, Alfie, I’ll remember you.”
Jasper stood over by Isla. I felt my muscles tense. If they were going to try
anything at all with her, I would beat both of them to bloody fucking pulps.
Alfie pulled a switchblade from his pocket and opened it.
“Wait a second! What are you doing?” Isla said. “He gave you the money; you said you’d let us go. You said that no one was going to get hurt. You gave him your word.”
Alfie nodded. “I did give him my word—that I was going to let you go. I don’t know if I said he wasn’t going to get hurt. But don’t worry, love. This knife cuts like a razor—it won’t hurt that much at all.”
Before either of us had a chance to react, Alfie spun around and slashed the knife down my right side of my face, from just below my eye all the way down to my jawbone. He was right, the motherfucker: It didn’t hurt.
Not at first, at least. Isla screamed, though, and I could feel warm blood spilling down my neck. I brought my fingertips up to my face, felt the way the skin had been split and separated. It was starting to sting; it felt like one long, continuous wasp sting.
“I’m okay,” I said to
Isla. “It’s okay.” I glared at Alfie. “What the fuck was that for?”
He snapped the blade shut and slipped it back into his pocket. “My own little
Project Revenge, I suppose,” he said, looking inordinately pleased with
himself. “You think you can just go around and do whatever the hell it is you
want. You think your shit doesn’t stink, you think you can use your money and
good looks to get you in and out of anything. Which just isn’t the case all the
time. I want you to know that. And not only that, I want you to remember that.
That should leave a nice scar that you’ll see every time you look in the
mirror. Which I imagine is a lot, for a bloke like yourself.”
“Great,” I said. Talking
felt weird. My voice sounded the same, but the right side of my face felt like
it was going to split in two. Oh, wait, it already was split in two. “So you’ve
disfigured me. Do you feel better about yourself now? Do you feel like this has
been your contribution to society? Does your dick feel bigger now?”
I needed to just shut the fuck up, I knew this, but I couldn’t seem to stop the
words that were spilling out of my mouth. Yes, Alfie had put his knife away,
but it would’ve been easy enough for him to get it back out, and when it really
came down to it, how well did I know Alfie? Alfie and I weren’t friends, I
realized. Perhaps I’d known it all along, but I’d let myself think that our relationship
had evolved past the point of business associates, however dubious that
business might have been.
“We’re going to go,” I said. Jasper had loosened the rope around Isla’s wrists enough for her to get free. She stood up and ran over to me. “Are you all right?” I asked.
“I’m fine.” She was looking at me with concern. “I don’t think you are, though.”
“As long as we can get the fuck out of here, I’m completely fine,” I said.
Alfie held his hands up. “You’re free to go, mate. I’m not going to get all crazy on you. I know it might not seem that way, but I really wasn’t looking to spill any blood.”
“No, you’re just totally fine with punching a girl in the face.”
Isla grabbed my arm.
“Let’s go,” she said.
We walked out of the room and down the hallway and to the door. I kept waiting
to feel the knife blade sinking into my back, but it never happened. Isla’s
hand was on the door knob, the door was opening, then we were outside. She
pulled me down around the block before stopping to look at me.
“Oh my god,” she said when I moved my hand away. Her eyes were wide. “Your face. You need to get to a hospital.”
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I said. I could tell by the look on her face, though, that it probably looked pretty fuckin gnarly.
“You’re going to need stitches,” she said. “Come on. Let’s go.”
We walked a little way before we saw an unoccupied taxi. She hailed it and it pulled over immediately, though the driver gave us a wary look once we were in.
“Don’t get blood on the upholstery,” he said. “I just had it cleaned.”
“Centre de Salut,” I said. “That’s where we need to go.”
The driver nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s where I was going to take you, regardless of where you said you wanted to go.” He looked in the rearview mirror at Isla. “And you, miss. What happened to your face? Did the two of you get into some sort of fight?”
“No,” Isla said. “He
didn’t do this to me.”
The driver raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Well that is good,” he said.
“Though if he did, I’d say you were the winner of the fight.”
Isla shook her head. “We weren’t fighting.”
It probably didn’t look too good, though; Isla with her bloody nose, me with
the slice down my face. When we got to the hospital, I paid the cab driver and
we went into the emergency room, where we were given a clipboard and some forms
and told to have a seat in the waiting room. The waiting room wasn’t full, but
there was definitely an assortment of characters there. I avoided the looks
people were giving us. I wasn’t the worst of the lot, but no one else was sitting
there with their face sliced halfway open. I gingerly brought my hand down from
where it had been pressing the side of my face. My whole face felt both warm
and numb, and the blood on my hand was dried and starting to cake.
“Um . . . let me fill that out for you,” Isla said, taking the clipboard and pen. “Actually, hold on.”
She got up and went over to talk to the woman behind the desk. When she returned, she had a few damp wash rags. “Here,” she said, handing them to me. “Clean your hands off with that one, and hold this one up to your face.” She looked at me closely. “The bleeding isn’t nearly as bad now, at least.”
“Thanks,” I said as I tried to wipe the blood off my hand. It had all happened so fast, though I could see Alfie’s face in my mind, the satisfied expression. Christ, he must’ve wanted to do that for a long time.
“How long do you think we’re going to have to wait?” Isla asked.
“I don’t know.” I didn’t mind waiting, though. Now that we were out of there, I felt a little more at ease.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s not so bad. It was stinging like a motherfucker for a while, but now it’s
more numb than anything else. Talking feels a little strange.”
She winced. “I bet.”
“Listen,” I said. “I’m really sorry about all of this. About everything. I wish you hadn’t gotten involved in any of it. I never would’ve been able to forgive myself if he had done something to you.”
“I don’t think he would
have. I mean, yeah, it was scary and kind of fucked up, but I didn’t get the
feeling like he would’ve killed me or anything. Maybe that was naïve, I don’t
know. I’ve never been in that sort of situation before.”
I started to smile but then stopped when it felt like the skin on my face was
going split even further. “I would hope not.”
“No. This is definitely the first time I’ve ever been taken hostage and woke up to find myself tied to a chair.”
“Woke up?”
“He did something . . . I came out of the bathroom and he came up behind me and
put this rag over my face, with whatever that shit is they use to knock people
out with.”
“Jesus,” I said. “Isla, I
am so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“And . . . I’m also sorry
about you having to see that whole thing with Ella.”
She stiffened. “Oh, you mean me walking in on the two of you kissing?”
“Yes. She just showed up. I wasn’t expecting her to be there, and I certainly
wasn’t expecting her to kiss me. That is
the truth.”
“It looked to me like the two of you were both enjoying it quite a bit.”
“I did kiss her back,” I said. I could’ve denied it, but I wanted to be honest. “I did, but more like a goodbye, I guess. Which might sound corny, or maybe sounds like a flat out lie, but that’s all it was. I didn’t initiate it, and I wasn’t kissing her back because I wanted it to go any further. If you had only shown up a few minutes earlier, you would’ve heard me telling her that I was with you, and whatever had previously gone on between her and me was going to have to stop. She didn’t take it well.”
Isla stopped writing on
the clipboard. “You really told her that?”
“I really did. And it didn’t go over well. At all. I thought that she’d be cool
about it, but she was going on and on about how we were soulmates and that
hooking up with other people wasn’t supposed to mean anything because we always
ended up coming back to each other. I know you might not want to hear all these
details, but the reason I’m telling you is so you know that I mean it when I
say I want to be with you. I really do. It would’ve been easy as hell to just
go along with what Ella was saying, if I didn’t feel so strongly about you.”
“Thank you for telling me all that,” Isla said, putting the pen down and balancing the clipboard on her lap. “It definitely wasn’t what I was expecting to walk in on. But I believe you. Part of me is having a hard time believing that you’d want to be with me over someone like Ella, but I’ll believe you because you’re telling me.”
“I do,” I said.
“Then I should say I’m
sorry, too. Because that stuff Alfie was saying back there, about Project
Revenge and everything . . . that was true as well. In the beginning, anyway. I
obviously don’t feel like that anymore. I wasn’t expecting to feel like this
about you at all.”
“So the real reason we started hanging out again was because you wanted to get
back at me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“But . . . I thought you said none of that bothered you.”
“It did,” she said. “It did a lot, actually, although maybe there were some
times when I was just being overly sensitive. You could be so nice to me when
it was just the two of us, but then it seemed like whenever your friends were
around, you were always making fun of me. Of course I tried to act like it
didn’t bother me, but it did.”
I took her hand, feeling a deep shame rise up in me. I could not remember
exactly the thoughts that were going on in teenager Levi’s head when I’d said
those things to Isla, but it had been something along the lines of wanting to
have a laugh, thinking she wouldn’t mind because she’d be part of the group,
too, even if her inclusion was because I was making fun of her. Alfie was
right: I did used to think that I
could just do whatever it was I wanted, say whatever I wanted, and not have to
deal with any of the consequences. I wanted to think that if I had known how
bothered Isla was by the whole thing that I would have stopped, but I couldn’t
be certain that I would have. Back then, anyway. I was different now.
“I deserve it,” I said. “I totally and completely deserve it if you decide to up and leave. Right now, even. I wouldn’t blame you.”
“I’m not going to do that.” She squeezed my hand. “Now that we’re together, there’s no one else I would rather be with.”
Just hearing that made me feel better, made it feel like going through this thing with Alfie was worth it, even. After Isla finished filling out the paperwork, she turned it in and then we sat there for a while, though not as long as I had thought we would. A nurse called my name and led us into an exam area, pulling the curtain around us.
“So what happened here?” she asked. She looked vaguely familiar, someone that I had probably seen around at the clubs. She looked at the clipboard. “Levi Bassett,” she said. “I know you.”
“You look familiar.”
“Maria,” she said. “You probably don’t recognize me in this uniform.” She leaned toward me a little. “I was at Creamfields, with a bunch of my girlfriends, and you helped us out?” she said in a low voice.
I could see Isla out of the corner of my eye, looking more and more uncomfortable with each word that Maria said.
“Oh, right,” I said. “I remember.” I’d had a couple extra Lush on me and had given them to Maria and her friends.
Maria was snapping on a pair of blue latex gloves. “So what happened to you?” she repeated. She looked at Isla. “Did you want me to check out your nose, too?”
“I think it’ll be okay,” Isla said. “We just . . . I ran into Levi and I had . . . I had a new box cutter in my hand. I’m not sure how it even happened, but my nose ended up getting smashed and his face got sliced.”
“Mmm,” Maria said. I could tell she didn’t believe a word of it, but if I wasn’t going to say anything to dispute the story, then she’d let it go. She came over to where I was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and gently examined the side of my face.
“You’re lucky,” she said after a minute. “This is a deep cut, but it’s very clean. You’ll need stitches, but I’d say the chances are good that this will heal with almost no noticeable scar.”
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Isla. “Think we should call Alfie and tell him the good news?”
“Uh, no, definitely not,” she said.
“Let me go get what I need and we’ll clean you up and get this stitched up,” Maria said.
I looked at Isla. “I had just given her some . . . party favors,” I said. “That’s what that was all about. We never . . . were together or anything like that.”
“You know what?” she said. “It’s all in the past anyway. If you did, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t want to be that kind of girlfriend, who’s going to be upset by things that happened in your past.”
Maria came back in with the supplies she needed, including a hooked needle that I didn’t want to imagine going into my face. I let my eyes close while she cleaned the cut, which brought on a whole new round of stinging sensation, followed by a sharp poke when she gave me some local anesthetic. After that: totally numb. Ahh. Still, I kept my eyes shut as she did the stitches, because though I couldn’t feel the pain, I could feel the movements, the light tugging on my skin, and it was honestly making me a little queasy. I wasn’t going to hurl though; no, I wouldn’t give Alfie that satisfaction, even if there’d be no way of him knowing I’d done so.
When Maria was finished, a doctor came in to sign off the discharge papers and give me a prescription for some painkillers.
“Thanks,” I said to
Maria, once I was given the okay to leave. “Appreciate the good work you did.”
“No problem,” she said. “Just keep that bandage over them for the next
twenty-four hours or so, and then you can take it off. If you get them wet
while taking a shower, just make sure to dry them the best you can, okay?
They’re dissolvable stitches, so you don’t have to worry about coming back in
to get them out. And be gentle with yourself.” She looked at Isla. “Both of
you, okay?”
“Okay,” we both said.
We left the hospital and got back in a cab and I gave the driver my address. As he started to drive, I turned to Isla. “We’re going to leave,” I said.
She nodded. “That’s fine by me.”
“I’m not waiting for Anders.” I looked out the window. “We’re going to go back to my place, get our shit, and go to the airport. We’ll get on whatever flight we can.”
“Are you sure?” Isla asked.
I nodded. “Absofuckinglutely.” I doubted that Alfie would come around again; he had what he wanted, but then again, maybe he’d decide that he wanted more. “I know it probably seems a little abrupt, maybe a little dramatic, but I just don’t want to be here right now. I want to get back to New York. I’ve had enough adventure for the time being.”
It didn’t take us long to get our stuff and get down to the airport. The soonest flight we could get on would take us first to London, then would fly us into JFK. That was fine; I didn’t care. I just wanted us to be out of Ibiza as soon as possible. First time for everything, I suppose.
“We’ve got some time to
kill,” I said. “Are you hungry? Do you want to just walk around or something?”
I wasn’t hungry at all, but I couldn’t sit still. It felt as though I’d taken
some bad speed.
“I’m not that hungry,”
Isla said. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a walk.”
“Great.” I jumped up.
As we walked, I could feel people’s gazes going to my face. Some of them looked away quickly; others let the gaze linger, and I could see them trying to work out the possibilities of what exactly had happened.
I heard someone calling my name. “Levi!” I turned.
It was Mathias, this guy I knew from Norway that I often ran into in Ibiza. “Hey! I thought that was you! You coming or going . . .” His voice trailed off when he saw my face. He was with a pretty blonde woman I didn’t recognize, who also blanched when she saw my face, but tried to cover it up with a smile.
“Leaving, I’m afraid,” I said. “Back to New York for a while.”
Mathias nodded. “Great.
Yeah, I’ve got to get out there soon. What . . . what the hell happened there,
man?” He touched his own cheek. “That looks serious.”
“It looks worse than it is.”
“What, did you and Ella get into a lover’s quarrel?” he asked with a laugh. I glanced at Isla.
“This is my girlfriend, Isla,” I said.
Mathias gave me a half-smile, half grimace. “Touché,” he said, shaking Isla’s hand. “I apologize for being so dense. Lovely to meet you. This is Martine.”
“And where might you two be headed?”
“Rotorua.”
I nodded. “Where is that again?”
“New Zealand.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ve never been.”
“Why don’t you guys come with? It’s gorgeous. Truly spectacular. You look like you could use a little rest and relaxation. Martine’s cousin has an amazing villa, and a yacht we can take around the Bay of Plenty. It’ll be a blast. New York can wait.”
In the past, I would’ve agreed to this invite in the heartbeat and gotten a one-way ticket to Rotorua and spent the next couple weeks doing exactly what Mathias had said: resting, relaxing, and having a good time. And there was a part of me that was saying we should do it, we both deserved it, that Rotorua would probably be a great place to just decompress and try to forget about everything that had just happened here, but what I really wanted right now was to get back to New York. Get back to my familiar stomping ground and lay low for a while.
“Sorry, man,” I said.
“It’s very tempting, but we’re just going to stick with the original plan.”
“Sure, sure,” Mathias said agreeably. He took a step forward and kind of leaned
into me, turning us away from Isla and Martine. “Listen,” he said in a low
voice, “we’ll be back here at the end of the month. It’s going to be Martine’s
twenty-fifth birthday, and we’d like to celebrate in style. There’s going to be
fifty of us, I think. Will we be able to get enough Lush for everyone to double
dose? With some extra, of course; there will be people trying it for the first
time and I know that they’re going to want more.”
“You’ll have to talk to Alfie about that,” I said.
Mathias made a face. “I’d
rather discuss it with you.”
“I’m not doing that anymore. So I’m afraid I won’t really be that much help.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You’re not?”
“No.”
He looked at my cheek
again, and I could see him starting to put two and two together. “Right,” he
said, stepping back. “I get it. Well, I guess all good things must come to an
end, then. Is it . . . is it still going to be the same?”
“I think so. I don’t expect that Alfie would be making any drastic changes.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Mathias shrugged. “The end of an era. You had a good run. It’ll be weird to
start going to someone else, but that’s all right. Anyway. We best be on our
way. Enjoy New York!”
“Later,” I said.
“What was that about?” Isla asked as they walked off.
“Oh, the usual. He wanted to know if he could get some of the fun stuff.”
We started walking again, and I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes, hoping that I wouldn’t run into anyone else that I knew. We wandered past little kiosks and shops. I was getting a drink at the water fountain when Isla suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me through a half-open door.
“What are you doing?” I said. We were in some sort of supply closet; there was a mop bucket and shelves with paper towels and spray bottles and big bottles of cleaning solution.
“The door was partially open and I peeked in and this looks like a good spot,” she said. She was unbuckling my pants, and then sliding her own shorts down, not bothering to take her shoes off as she stepped out of them.
“Good spot?”
“I want you to fuck me in here,” she said. “Right here, right now.”
She grabbed my cock. I glanced toward the door, just imagining some poor unsuspecting janitor coming in to find us here. There was a utility sink and a small counter that she pulled me over to. She leaned up against the counter, shimmying herself back so she was halfway sitting on it.
“I’ve actually never had
sex at an airport before,” I said. “I’m sure this is all kinds of illegal.”
She pulled me toward her. I licked my fingers and brought them between her
legs, though she was already so wet. She pushed my hand away, though.
“No,” she said. “I want
your cock inside of me. And I’ve never done it at an airport either, so I guess
this makes it the first time for both of us.”
She wrapped her legs around me and I held onto her hips. My cock slid in easily
and she smiled, letting her eyes close. I could hear people outside the door,
the sound of suitcases being pulled along, two people going by, arguing loudly
in a foreign language I didn’t recognize. The idea that we were doing this with
only a door and some walls separating us from the hundreds of people that were
walking by on the other side excited me and seemed to magnify everything I was
feeling.
It was as though all the stress and anxiety about everything that had happened the past twenty-four hours could be expelled, right now, and I think that’s a little bit how Isla was feeling, too. I fucked her harder and faster than I had ever done before, and she responded by squeezing her legs around me even tighter, biting down hard on her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. I was trying not to make any sounds, either, so I tried holding my breath, which just made everything I was feeling even more intense.
I could tell she was close to coming, the way her muscles were tensing around me, as though she were trying to pull me even further in than I already was. I didn’t know how long I’d been holding my breath for, but the pressure inside my skull felt enormous, eclipsed, though, by the incredible feeling spiraling up from my balls, into my torso, down my legs, up my spine, into the very base of my brain.
The climax hit us at the same time, and we clung on to each other, both whimpering, both letting out enormous gasps for breath. Holy fucking shit.
I held onto her, breathing into her neck, feeling her legs relax around me as my dick slowly started to get soft inside her. I could feel her pussy muscles still contracting and I breathed in deeply, thinking that there was no nicer place to be than right here.
Finally, we pulled apart and got our clothes back on.
“Well,” Isla said, as we stepped out of the closet and pulled the door shut behind us, “that was a good way to kill some time.”