Consequences
1292 Words
Chapter Two
Abby Hale
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He gave me a sultry look. “I know you just felt it, and you can’t deny that you also want me.”
I folded my hands, trying to steady my shaking legs. “I thought you said you just wanted to talk to me about my problems?” I asked with a raised brow.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, and I’d like to give you the best night of your life right after we are done talking about it.”
I pulled back my shoulders to improve my posture. Then I cleared my throat. “Okay, fine… but I’ll tell you all about it while we are fucking.” The words left my mouth before I could even stop them.
He looked at me like I’d just handed him a treasure. His lips curled into the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen.
“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes scanning through me from head to toe. “You want to multitask?”
I genuinely didn’t mean to say something like that to him. I didn’t even think before saying it.
But the deed had already been done and I didn’t want to back out. Maybe I really needed him, it would be a good distraction from my miserable life.
“Yes, I want to multitask,” I replied, trying to sound confident even though my heart was pounding heavily.
“Okay,” he said quietly as he stood up from the stool. “Come with me.” He reached out for my hand but I hesitated.
Even though I had made a decision, I still wasn’t brave enough to follow through. I forced an awkward smile. “Just give me a minute, I’ll meet you outside.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
He stared at me for a long second before he responded. “Okay, I’ll be waiting for you at the parking lot. You’ll see a black SUV, just hop inside.”
When he walked outside, I turned to the bartender. “I need another round,” I said awkwardly.
He must’ve heard our conversation.
“Do you know who he is?” I asked as he gave me a glass.
He shook his head. “No.”
I exhaled shakily and drank everything. I needed to be completely drunk if I wanted to sleep with a stranger.
“Be careful,” the bartender gave me a sympathetic look before I dashed out of the bar.
I rolled my eyes.
Why was he acting like he cared?
It wasn’t hard to find the black SUV.
Shortly after, we were at a hotel.
As soon as we got into the room, he didn’t waste a second, he started kissing me like he’d been holding himself back from the moment he first saw me.
My breath hitched as his hands travelled around every part of my body. I gripped the front of his shirt, trying to steady myself.
“Slow down,” I whispered against his lips.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
I shook my head. “No, continue.”
That was all the confirmation he needed. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me aggressively.
For a moment, I forgot about the betrayal, my bum ass boyfriend, my silly best friend, and everything else.
It was just me and this stranger I could think about.
A few minutes later, he dropped me on the bed. “You’re about to have the best night of your life,” he said with a proud grin as he took out his belt.
My pants were already completely soaked and I needed him badly. I didn’t have time for small talk.
“Why are you quiet?” He paused for a moment to ask.
“Nothing, just f**k me.”
He leaned over me, his hot breath fanning my face. “You really don’t want to talk, do you?”
Talking was the last thing on my mind.
I just wanted him.
I nodded. “I don’t want to talk.”
He smiled. “You want me so bad, yeah? But you’re not going to get me that easily.”
My brows knitted into a frown. What was wrong with him? He was the one who brought up the idea in the first place.
Why was he trying to be difficult?
I reached for his chest and pulled myself closer, but he pushed me gently and my head landed on the bed.
“You’re going to tell me about why you ended up at the bar, and why you needed five shots of whiskey.”
A low groan escaped my lips. “You’re really going to do this?” I asked and he nodded.
“You’re the one who said you could multitask.”
“Fine, so kiss me and I’ll start.”
Without hesitation, he lowered himself again, but this time, his lips brushed only the corner of my mouth.
His breath was warm against my cheek but he didn’t fully kiss me. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, squeezing just enough to make my breath hitch.
“Talk,” he murmured against my skin. “And I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths.
This man was going to ruin me.
“I walked in on my boyfriend,” I whispered.
His lips moved around my neck. “Doing what?”
“Cheating…”
“With who?” He asked as his hands slid up my thigh.
“My best friend,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.
He paused for a second, his eyes wide in shock. “Your best friend?” He repeated, as though he hadn’t heard me correctly the first time.
I nodded slowly. “Yeah…”
“Damn, that’s tough.”
Nobody uttered a word again.
He just slid his fingers into my wet p***y slowly. I let out a silent moan in response to his touch.
He continued for a while and I could feel the pleasure building up in my lower stomach.
I grabbed his hair, my breathing heavy.
He continued, faster and more intense.
Every stroke sent chills down my spine.
“You like that, don’t you?” He asked as he took off my pants.
“Yes… God, yes…”
He smirked as he took off his underwear.
“Do you want this too?” He asked as he caressed his hard d**k with his hands.
I nodded. “I want you, I want it.”
“Call me Daddy!”
I knew he wouldn’t give it to me if I didn’t, so I muttered slowly. “Daddy.”
“Good girl!”
He leaned forward, his forehead brushing mine. His hands slid down my waist and he let out a low moan before thrusting it inside my p***y.
It was painful at first, but the pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t even focus on the initial pain.
“f**k, you’re so tight,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine.
I closed my eyes.
I hadn’t had s*x in a while, so I wasn’t surprised.
He continued thrusting in and out like he owned my p***y. After a while, I pushed him to the side and took control.
‘She f***s better than you though.’
Michael’s words replayed in my head and that was all the motivation I needed.
I began riding him like I had never done before.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the chaos this man had brought into my life. And for the first time, I didn’t care about the consequences.
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