Chapter Thirty
Tyler
When she walked away, I hated that I felt a pang in my chest. I had done pretty well, keeping all of those damn feelings inside of me, but now that she had rebuked my advances, I wasn’t sure what I should do.
She said that she wanted to talk. That was fucking good; right? I truly believed that on some level, even though she knew she had fun with me the other night, she definitely did feel some kind of hurt and guilt about what we had done. And even though I knew I really, really shouldn’t give a shit what she felt, other than my enormous dick inside of her tight pussy, I still felt a sense of aggravation in the fact that she was angry or upset, or whatever the fuck she was.
It bothered me, but I couldn’t let it slow down my pursuit. She may have regrets now, but she certainly wasn’t regretting shit last night and therefore I knew that while it might not be easy, I had already paved the road toward getting laid again. It was just a matter of time.
However, in the meantime, I had a competition that Ashley’s perfected ass had charmed me into doing. I needed to prepare.
So, instead of trying to follow her, I let myself fall into the allure of my workout. I decided that I needed it to work off some steam and to prepare, so that would be a good way to restart my day.
I took off, gliding through the sand with ease and speed. Even though the sand was growing hot on my feet, I used the constant stinging sensation to my advantage. The longer and faster I ran, the closer I was to being done and that was exactly what I wanted. I needed that instinct and power to discipline myself. This summer, I had really relaxed my workout regimen because I was chasing pussy; but I had a feeling that if I focused more on my talents instead of my desires, that everything would fall right back into place.
Therefore, when I had finally pushed myself to the limit, I made sure that I had enough strength to get back to the house and refuel, just so I could make it back to the gym.
Feeling as though I was at the end of my physical ability only made me appreciate how powerful I truly was, because it gave me a chance to work through it. Just like anything in life, if I had to fight for it, I figured it was worth getting and that was why, I told myself, I was working so hard to get Ashley to adore me; because it wasn’t easy.
Fuck her right now, I thought as I made my way over to the gym. I have more important things to think about.
However, I would have paid money or given anything at that moment for me to believe that thought entirely.
When I made it to the gym I began my workout, sticking to my repetitions and routine just like the champion I knew that I was.
At the gym, I was met with careful, wandering eyes from women, which boosted my confidence greatly. I wanted to have a sense of passion associated with my name and my physique, even if being a good man wasn’t exactly in the equation.
I eyed one woman back diligently and smiled at her in a seductive, suggestive manner. She winked at me before she came over to sit down on the bench next to mine. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” she said in a sexy, feminine voice which complimented her wondrous physique perfectly.
I beamed at her and answered, “Yeah, well, I’m a little late for my normal routine,” then I added extra charm before I answered, “But now, I think that maybe I was right on time.”
She chuckled. “My family comes here every week for vacation and this week, I am looking for a little more…excitement, if you know what I mean.”
“Wow, you haven’t even told me your fucking name and already, I think you have stolen my heart,” I explained smoothly.
She giggled again and scooted closer before she answered in a lower, more seductive voice, “Well, if you must know, my fucking name is anything you want it to be, but before fucking, you can call me Chelsea.”
Damn…A desperate, hot woman…Well, that’s a change. I guess the beach really does attract all types. “Oh baby, I can fuck you so well, your name won’t even matter anymore. The only one you will ever respond to is mine and that’s only because you will hope to experience what I am going to do to you all over again.” I made my eyes slide down to half mass before I leaned in toward her.
Her eyes mimicked my own before she answered, “Then what are we waiting for?”
I was just about to stand up and follow her wherever, in order to do whatever the fuck I wanted with this piece of perfected, primed and perfectly prodded ass, when I thought of Ashley and to my dismay, I stopped.
At first, I wasn’t sure what had come over me until finally, all I seemed to feel was an intense sensation of guilt. Suddenly, I didn’t want her.
Then, the words came out of my mouth that made me want to knock myself in the head with the barbell that was placed no more than four feet away. “I’m sorry, but you are way too easy for me.”
What the fuck is that? I thought. There’s no such thing as too easy…Too hard is a challenge I will readily accept, but too easy is a gift. What am I doing?
“Excuse me?” The woman demanded, feeling rightfully put off. “What did you say, asshole?”
I shrugged easily and answered, “If you weren’t so damn desperate, I would fuck you in a minute, but you heard me bitch, you are just too easy.” I laughed and pulled back from her, still not sure exactly why I was saying the words spilling out of my mouth or why I cared how easy she was. I tried to stop myself, but I was overcome with a sensation of anger before I answered, “Yeah, just…No. Skank.”
With that, I received the slap across the face that I knew I deserved, but was almost happy to get. I knew that if I wanted another shot with Ashley I was going to have to be a little more selective than little miss jump my fucking bones and as much as I wanted to get laid, I realized in that moment that I wanted Ashley more.
“Good luck!” I answered condescendingly as the woman made a scene of standing up and strutting away from me, “Not getting a venereal disease….” I grumbled before I left the room, feeling angry and intensely dissatisfied.