I lean my head back, which only pushes my breasts closer to his face, and he leans forward to kiss my chest over my dress as he moves his finger in and out of me.
I moan softly, and I open my eyes to focus on him. His eyes are cloudy, but they’re on me, watching like a tiger.
“Have you been this wet since the last time we were together?” he murmurs.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I say, my voice breathless as I try to keep from shrieking in pleasure.
He keeps moving that long, gorgeous finger in and out of me. “Good. You kept the truth from me, though, and you’re going to have to pay for that.”
“Make me pay later,” I groan, and I move my lips back to his as I ride his finger, my hips moving in time with his rhythm as I fuck his hand, wishing it was his cock.
“Mm,” he moans into me, and he pulls back from our kiss as he eases his finger out of me. “I think I’ll make you pay now.”
“Don’t you fucking dare stop now,” I warn, but he’s already slipping my dress back into place. “I didn’t keep any truth from you,” I complain.
“You weren’t straightforward with your career, and you said you didn’t know who I was.”
“I didn’t!” I protest. “Until you said your name. Then I put it together. That wasn’t a lie.”
“You still got into my bed knowing who I was, but I didn’t have the full picture of who you were.”
I mean…he’s not wrong, not that I’d ever admit that to him.
“Would you have preferred I gushed over you and saidoh my God, you’re Archer Bradley, pro baseball player?”
“No,” he mutters, and maybe I’m just desperate, but it feels like vindication that he admits he wouldn’t have wanted that. The vindication could be coming from the fact that I’m fucking feral right now after he got me ninety percent of the way to an orgasm and then stopped cold.
I reach between us to rub his cock over his shorts. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”
“I do,” he admits. “And I hate myself for wanting it. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about our night together. I hate that I want it again.”
A thrill races down my spine at his words. He wants it again.
So do I.
“So then use me for your vacation fling. You came here for an escape, and I can give you that, regardless of what you think,” I say. I’m begging. I realize that. But the dude pushed me into a sex haze, and I can’t leave it until I get what I need. I’m desperate, and I’m saying what I think he needs to hear to finish the job. “We can just have some fun together this month, and then we go our separate ways at the end with just the memories. No strings, no ties, no hearts involved.”
His eyes search mine as he contemplates it, but then I hear a voice. More voices and footsteps.
“Oh! Sorry!” someone says, and I clench my jaw as I know what this means.
The other people are back. They’re starting to board the bus. I have to climb off of him without a release and without an answer.
You know…just the two things I’m totally and absolutely desperate for.
CHAPTER 17: Archer Bradley
Unfiltered
She must hate me for stopping when I did.
My words said one thing, but the truth was that I could see other people walking back toward our bus, and I didn’t particularly want to get caught with my finger in her cunt when they got on board.
I can’t deny that it’s kind of fun watching her squirm right now, though. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I like that I brought her straight to the edge only to leave her dangling there. She’s giving me new experiences, and if I let her in even just a little, I could leave here with a robust arsenal of new skills.
At the very least, we could check off the rest of the items on her bucket list.
But that would involve letting her in, and that’s something I don’t do.
