TWENTY-SIX

JACK

I sat in the chair by the window, watching Bella as she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in an enormous fluffy towel. “I feel so much better,” she said, sitting on the bed and grinning. “How about you.”

“I’ve stayed in worse places,” I replied.

It was a decent hotel. Alf had gone far beyond the call of duty, checking in on our behalf before saying his goodbyes outside. “It’s been fun,” he said. “If it was GTA, I’d have a four star wanted rating now.”

I nodded, having no idea what he was talking about. “Thank you,” I said, shaking his hand. “You’re a good guy.”

Once he was gone, I took the room key from him, heading inside and bypassing reception, Bella next to me. I looked a wreck and I didn’t want to have to explain myself. We made it to the lift without anyone seeing but I didn’t relax properly until we were locked in our room. 

An hour later, I was clean, wrapped in a dressing gown as Bella perched on the edge of the bed, looking much happier for having bathed. “Your father’s been in touch,” I said. “A flight’s booked for first thing tomorrow.”

“Where to?”

“An island somewhere. I’m guessing that’s where he’s staying at the moment.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“He wants me to, just to make sure nothing happens on the way.”

“I’m glad,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips, her eyes lighting up. “I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet.”

“Me neither,” I admitted. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” she asked, standing up and coming to sit on my lap. “You did your job. You kept me safe.”

I looked down at the ugly wound on her arm. “I didn’t do a good enough job. I let them hurt you.”

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you. I’m alive, that’s what matters. And so are you.”

She threw her hands round my shoulders, hugging me tightly. The softness of her skin against my neck made me stiffen in my seat. I wanted to apologise more but as she looked into my eyes I couldn’t resist kissing her. My tongue slid into her mouth as she closed her eyes. I held her tight, lifting her into my arms and carrying her across the room as we embraced. I stumbled against the edge of the bed, falling onto her as her hands began feeling for the cord of my dressing gown. Her fingers on my skin sent tingling heat through my body and I ripped her gown open, kissing my way down her chest, sucking her nipples into my mouth one after the other. She groaned in place, her hips thrusting up at me, drawing me downwards towards her pussy.

For that brief time, I forgot about everything that had happened. All that mattered was her and me in that moment, the rest of the world locked outside the room, to be ignored until the next morning.

I pushed her legs apart, plunging my tongue into her, drawing the wetness from her. She tasted divine, my tongue running up over the hardened nub of her clit, flicking over it as her hands gripped my head, holding me in place. I teased her with my tongue, listening to her moans take on a more frantic quality. As the pitch intensified, I stopped, kissing my way back up her. Looking into her eyes, I reached down and took hold of my shaft, thrusting into her whilst kissing her again.

It was the greatest sensation I’d ever known, her pussy fitting perfectly around my cock. We rocked together on the bed, perfectly in sync. It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t fast, but it was exquisite. I was careful to avoid the cut on her arm, not wanting to hurt her. Time seemed to slow down, my mouth pressed against hers until she finally pulled away. “Please,” she muttered. “I want it in my ass again.”

“Turn over,” I said, sliding out of her and watching as she rolled onto her front. Lying on top of her, I kissed the back of her neck, rubbing her shoulders, my cock resting between her buttocks. She squeezed the muscles in her cheeks, making it hard for me to wait. Her wetness was enough lubrication for me to find my way down to her tight hole. With a gentle push, I was in her, stretching her wide as she groaned into the pillow under her.

It felt as good as last time, my hips pressing into her ass, my cock gripped so tightly it almost hurt. I thrust all the way into her, burying myself in her ass. I ground into her as she rocked back against me and once again time lost all meaning. All I cared about was being in her and making this moment last as long as I could.

She lifted herself slowly upwards and I went with her until she was on all fours. Staring down at her, the sight of my cock buried in her ass was almost enough to make me come. What tipped me over the edge was when she touched herself, her hand between her legs, bringing herself to an orgasm that made her scream into her pillow, her legs shaking, her ass gripping me even tighter. I thrust faster, wanting to join her in ecstasy. It only took seconds, my mouth falling silently open as I shot my cum into her ass, filling her up as her own climax continued to race through her.

She slumped onto the bed as I slid slowly from her. My cock was still twitching as I rolled onto my side, lying next to her. “That was incredible,” she whispered, reaching across to kiss me, her eyes half closed.

“You’re incredible,” I replied, stroking her cheek as she smiled, her look that of complete contentment.

It was a myth of course, pretending the world didn’t matter. That all that mattered was the moment. But I could ignore the reality for just a little while longer. Come the morning, I’d be taking her on a journey that would tear us apart. But that was for the future. At that moment, the only thing I cared about was lying next to her, keeping her safe.