Bradley
I don’t know who is texting her, but I watch her face shift from rosy with humor to white as a sheet. I want to go over and pull her in my arms, but she slides down in a chair before I can even move. My patience is about to snap when she looks up at me.
“We made out? Did we have sex?”
Oh. Fuck. Me. I look over at the two women who are setting up for the massages and doing a poor job of pretending not to listen.
“Can we have a couple of moments alone, please?”
They both nod their heads and walk out into the hall. I walk over to her and squat down in front of her. Her shoulders are slumped over while she stares at the picture of us on her phone.
I take it from her hand, smiling as I look at the picture. She is smiling, and I have to give it to her because even with as drunk as she was, not only did she hit the mark by getting her tongue into my mouth, but she also managed to capture the moment with a pretty decent selfie. I’ll be honest, though, it wasn’t too difficult for her to get her tongue in my mouth. I mean, it’s not like I made her work for it—we had been making out for hours by that point.
“We didn’t have sex,” I tell her as her eyes dart to mine with a look I can’t quite decipher.
“Oh. My. God! You didn’t want to have sex with me?” She looks almost more devastated at that thought than she did when she first saw the pictures. She grabs the top of her robe, clutching it in her fist to hold it closed just below her neck.
“Are you daft?” I blurt out before I can think the better of it. “Last night the farthest limits of my restraint were tested. It took everything I had in me not to take you up on what you were offering. Especially after you tried to do the Karate Kid kick.” I laugh as I recall it was at that moment I knew she was too far gone for anything to happen.
Her hands go straight to her face. “Okay, we can stop talking about this.” Her voice comes muffled through her hands. I take her hands from her face.
“It wasn’t that bad.” I try to tell her. “I was really impressed with how high you managed to kick.” I try to make light of it. “What really scared me was when you tried to do ninja moves in the elevator. Thank God, there wasn’t enough room for you to get a good running start. You were convinced you could run up the wall and do one of those flips.” I shake my head and chuckle at the memory of her running face first into the wall. I think it’s best if I leave that little detail out, though.
She mumbles under her breath as she groans and tosses her head back. “Why isn’t the ground opening and swallowing me up? Why am I not dead from acute humiliation?”
“It wasn’t as bad as you think.” I smirk at her.
“Are you insane?” She looks pointedly at me. “I did karate kicks and ninja moves, and then I tried to throw myself at you! It can’t get much worse than that, can it?”
“Well”—I smile with my lips closed—“it’s funny you say that...”
“Oh, just spit it out, Bradley.” She hisses.
“Well, you insisted upon stripping for me,” I start as she groans through the hand that is now covering her mouth. “And when you tried to kick off your shorts, they got a bit tangled up in your feet and you fell over, but you bounced right back up.” I try to hold back the laugh at the image of her in her thong and bra, yelling ‘Superstar!’ complete with the Mary Katherine Gallagher from Saturday Night Live skit pose. “Then you pushed me back into the bed and told me to ‘pull out that big British cock’ so you could take it for a ride, right before you crawled up over me, collapsed on top of me, and promptly passed out.”
She stares at me, her mouth hanging open in shock before she gets up and starts pacing. “I can’t even. I’m trying to remember, but nothing—nothing—is coming back to me.” She looks at me, mortification clear on her face. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Bradley. I can’t even imagine what you must be—”
“I kissed you,” I interrupt her. “So actually, it was me who started it.” I shrug as I continue. “I couldn’t take it, couldn’t go one more minute without having a taste of you.”
“You,” she stutters, “you wanted to kiss me?” she asks, confusion etched on her pretty face.
I walk over to her, cupping her face in my hands, and whisper, “I wanted to do a lot more than kiss you. I would have given my last breath to taste you just once.” I smile while my thumbs move on her cheeks. “Granted, I had no blood left in my brain to aid in the decision-making process since it was all in my cock.” I laugh. “But I walked around that club for four hours, harder than stone and ready to go. I almost went to the bathroom for a quick wank more than once.”
She puts her arms around my waist, bringing me closer. “I really wanted to see your naughty bits.”
Right as I’m about to take her mouth again, there is another knock on the door. “Bollocks,” I say, realizing the masseuses are still out in the hall.
I walk to the door, opening it up for the two masseuses.
“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have another customer in ninety minutes. Since you ordered a ninety-minute couples massage, we have to start now.”
“Yes, of course. Come in.” I stand by the door as they walk back in. One of them goes to the curtains, drawing them closed so it’s nearly pitch-black in the room, while the other turns on some of the lights around the room, dimming them, and puts on some sort of new-age, spa-type music.
“Please remove your robes and get onto the table, lying on your stomach under the covers,” the blond woman says.
Walking over to the closest table, I drop my robe and slide under the covers, placing my face in the round headrest. I’m looking at the floor while I hear a soft thud, knowing she just dropped her robe. My cock instantly hardens as I close my eyes and picture her standing there in only her thong. I think back to last night and realize I also didn’t tell her I was the one who stripped her top off. Nor did I mention that she almost had an orgasm while I sucked on her rosy pink nipples. Or that she busted the buttons off my shirt while ripping it open to get to me all while she ran her lips along my jaw and my neck and kissed and nipped at my lips.
She was so bold, so aggressive, and I loved it, even if I wasn’t going to act on it. But what I wouldn’t have given to slide into her. So when she crawled over me and then she fell asleep, her soft snores filling the room, I was relieved. I honestly didn’t know how much more I could take. So I carefully picked her up to reposition her in the bed and just watched her while she slept.
I thought it was some sort of sign that we didn’t actually go through with it. It was probably a mistake anyway. I mean, I couldn’t really sleep with my best friend’s little sister, could I? I mean, I could, but could I live with the fallout?
The calming music fills the room while the woman starts massaging my back. I let my mind drift, but my body doesn’t completely relax. There is nothing that could fully relax me at this moment. Well, there is one thing, but I don’t think getting a jobby is in the cards. I hear Lexi moaning.
“Could you please refrain from doing that?” I say and hear her giggle.
“Is your todger up and at ’em?” she says with a snicker.
“You’re driving me barmy. Completely barmy,” I huff out. One of the masseuses clears her throat, making us both quiet down.
The rest of the massage goes off without a hitch. When the woman taps my back to let me know she’s done, I take my time getting up, and I open my eyes and look over at Lexi. She is up on two arms, moving her body off the table and giving me a full, unhindered view of her tits. I look away and groan inwardly.
I pull my robe back on and tell her I’m going to the washroom. At this point, I don’t even care if she knows I’m going to pull my wank. I’ve been pushed to the brink, and I’m afraid my balls are in danger of becoming permanently blue.
Walking into the bathroom, I head straight over to the shower, turning on the water to make sure it’s warm enough. The minute I step under the rain shower, I take my cock in my hand and begin to stroke. It doesn’t take long, and I cum to the image of fucking Lexi’s perfect tits.
I dry off and walk out of the bathroom, finding everything in the room back in its place. I look around for Lexi and spot her standing at the window, looking down at the strip. Her back is to me as I walk up beside her while I towel off my head.
“Looks like it’s going to be a hot one today,” I say to her, looking outside.
I turn and walk to my side table, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting off the top. Lexi turns to look at me.
“We should have sex,” she says, and I nearly choke on the water.
I cough uncontrollably as my nose burns from the feeling of the water that is about to spew from it.
“Have you gone off your rocker? What in the bloody hell are you talking about?”
“Nope, I’m actually thinking quite clearly. Just listen. I want to have sex with you. Obviously, you know this.” She throws her hands up. “And if I’m not mistaken, as of last night you wanted to have sex with me, too.” She points to herself. “So what if we spent the next week being fuck buddies?”
I put the water down on the side table. “Have you lost your bloody mind?”
“Hear me out.” She walks to me, grabbing my robe in her hands. “It’s Vegas, baby. The whole ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’ thing could totally work for us right now. I think it’s a really good idea.”
“I don’t think any of this sounds good.”
“Oh, come on,” she says, “have you never had a fling with someone before?”
“Well, of course I have, but”—I take a step back because I can’t think when her hands are on me and her scent surrounds me—“I never cared if I ever saw any of those women again afterward. But you,” I huff out, “I’d fucking care.”
“You’re overthinking this,” she says to me as if we are debating whether to eat in or go out. “If we both know going in that this is for one week, no feelings will get hurt. I mean, seriously, I get you have a big cock, but I think I can refrain from going all fatal attraction on you.” She smiles. “You don’t have a pet rabbit, right?” She laughs.
“This isn’t funny. Your brother will have my testies if he had any idea about the things that were going through my mind.” I start walking around to the other side of the room. “He would skin me alive.”
“So we won’t tell him. He doesn’t know we are here together, so no need for anyone to lose their testies. What do you say, Bradley, want to spend the week shagging me?”
I groan as I scrub my hands over my face. I feel her move closer to me.
“One week, Bradley, no strings attached. You, me, and as much sex as we can handle.”
I start thinking of all the ways I want to shag her. All the positions I want to have her in. My cock makes his decision known by firming right back up. “One week. You’re sure about this? Because there is no undoing this once we’ve done it!” I warn her before anything happens.
“Oh, I’m sure,” she says with a smirk as she reaches out to run the back of her hand against my hard cock.
“Fuck.” I groan before I pick her up and carry her to the bed.