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Neal
The urge to make fun of this man is too strong. How the hell am I supposed to walk all the way down the hall and around the corner without bringing up how badly that went?
Rob pulls on his shoes and stands to say goodbye. With a wide, satisfied smile and flushed cheeks, he extends his hand to Belle. Darling that she is, she hesitantly places her hand in his, her golden eyes heavy with amusement. I can’t look at her. If I do, I’m going to start clowning this fool remorselessly.
“That was incredible,” Rob says, his voice low and sensual.
I press my fist into my lips. Is he trying to sound sexy? Fuck’s sake, just get the fuck out of our room.
“Oh, well that’s good,” Belle mutters, her face bright red. She looks at me and then quickly looks away, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
“I hope I can see you again this weekend, before you guys head back home. I had a great time.”
“Oh,” Belle says quietly.
She jerks her hand from his suddenly, I’m guessing because it looks as if he’s leaning in to kiss her knuckles.
“Let me walk you out,” I say, stepping in before he can make her any more uncomfortable.
Out in the hall, he just can’t shut up. He’s gushing about how good Belle’s pussy tastes and feels and telling me how lucky I am to fuck her whenever I want. I feel the same way, though I don’t feel like hearing it from him.
An image of the way he stroked her, quick, shallow strokes, like he’d never actually had sex before and didn’t know how to pull out all the way before he went deep again, flashes through my mind and forces a chuckle to bubble out of me. I clear my throat hoping that’s enough to cover the sound.
I saw his dick before he put it in Belle. She can’t have felt that thing. It’s a lot smaller than it looked in the picture he sent me. I should’ve made him send a video. A picture can easily be photoshopped.
We stop in front of the glossy, silver doors of one of eight elevators. He presses the down button to call one.
“So, my flight isn’t until tomorrow at 6. We can definitely meet up again and have some more fun,” he says, turning to me. The struggle to keep from rolling my eyes is harder than the time I tried to outrun my brother Luke on his motorcycle for a bet. I clear my throat again.
“Maybe, man, see you later,” I say nodding at the elevator that just opened.
He lingers.
I hate him immediately.
“I’m serious. I think I can make her cum again.”
You think she came? I want to scream at him.
“Like I said, maybe.” My voice is hard, but damn, I can’t help it.
He nods and walks onto the elevator right as the doors are about to close. I walk away before the doors can close again, this time with him inside, eager to get back to the room and check on Belle.
She’s in the shower again when I make it back to the room. I don’t bother her before she comes out. I’m worried that she might be upset by the whole thing. She’s wrapped in a thick, white towel when she leaves the bathroom. She assures me that she’s great, weak with laughter and hollering with jokes. Her expression is bright with amusement, her gorgeous smile lifting her entire face.
“Baby! You won’t believe it! I swear! I felt nothing! I’ve never felt nothing before!” she cries falling onto the pillows, the towel somehow maintaining its hold above her full breasts.
“You were so quiet. I was scared he might’ve been hurting you,” I admit, reliving how stressful that whole thing had been for me. I had been so damn worried the whole time, on the brink of stopping it until I saw that she was trying not to laugh at him in the end.
When he drooled on her, I was done. If she hadn’t kicked him, I would’ve punched him.
“Oh, I feel bad,” she giggles, her voice breathless.
“You feel bad?” I ask climbing into bed with her. I notice the sheets are missing. She must’ve stripped the bed while I was out. Rob did cum on our sheets. I shudder.
“Yea, he seems like a really nice guy,” she says, fanning her red face.
