Page 62 of It Should Have Been Me

“Scott, you’re thinking with your dick again!”

“I’m literally incapable of thinking with any other part of me when it comes to you.”

“This is going to get messy if you start having expectations, Soldier. I’m leaving in eleven days, andnothingis going to change my mind about that.”

The slight drop in his expression lets me know that he did have some sort of expectations. “So, you’re still unwilling to compromise?”

“There’s no need to compromise. You and I are over! I’ve moved on. I have my whole future planned out. And even if this wasn’t the most amazing opportunity of my entire life, I’m not in a position to compromise right now. Backing out of this contract is not an option for me. Being known as the unreliable artist to an international hotel chain could get me blacklisted. No corporate client would touch me after that, and corporates are my biggest source of income. It could cost me my entire career, so no. I’m not budging on this, not one inch.”

“Alright. You can keep that one.” Lecherous eyes stay focused on me as he slides his hand down his taut abs and into his sweatpants. “And I’ve got every other inch you want right here. Come get you some.”

I see the outline of his hand beneath his sweatpants, slowly stroking up and down the length of his cock, and his breaths get heavier. The heat from my body burns up the oxygen around me and I stop breathing. Frozen in place, all I can do is watch him watch me. I catch the slightest hint of pink as his tongue glides over his teeth. The movement is almost predatory, like he’s patiently waiting for the moment when he can ravage me. I try to keep it in, but a moan leaves my lips and even I can hear the neediness in that small sound.

“Please stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t.”

His hand moves a little faster. There’s something so erotic, so perverse about the way he’s shamelessly staring at me, the way he’s pleasuring himself while doing it. I’m so turned on by it because I can see that pleasure in the heavy-lidded expression on his face, hear it in the ragged breaths he keeps sucking in.

“On a scale of one to ten,” he says, his voice thick and gruff with desire, “how wet are you right now?”

“Honestly...” I shut my eyes to the sight of him and drop my forehead against the door frame because I’m about to ignite. “...I could drown a small village.”

I’m not sure if that’s a groan or a snicker I hear, but the husky sound gets me even more aroused.

“It will be the last time, I swear.”

It’s the hoarseness in his voice that pushes me right to the brink. I try to collect my thoughts, debating with myself if I’m actually going to go through this...again. “I’m going to hell.” Flustered and practically sizzling inside, I look at him again. Why did he have to be sohot? It should be a sin. “I’m not going to pass go. I’m not going to collect two hundred dollars. I am going straight to hell.”

Maybe another person would’ve been empathetic to my internal conflict, but douche over here just smirks at me in that sexy way he always does and says, “I got a seat for you if you need a ride there.”

That’s it. Willpower gone. I don’t know how the space between us disappears, but I’m on top of him the next second. It all happens so fast that his eyes are wide with surprise when my mouth lands on his. A little chuckle echoes in his throat before his fingers thread into my curls.

“Last time,” I say, and he gives a small nod of agreement.

His hand fists in my hair as his teeth scrape over my bottom lip. His tongue follows the same path before delving into my mouth. That kiss is dirty, abrasive. I don’t know what it is about his kiss that completely unravels me. It flares my passion on the inside and turns me into a quivering mess on the outside.

I work my way down his body, my mouth trailing down his neck, then his chest, moving lower until he’s lifting his hips so I can tug down his sweatpants. Our eyes lock as my tongue runs from the base of his shaft upward, a slow stroke, a little tease. He reaches down, rubbing his thumb over my lips, parting them until he can push his tip between them. Pre-cum lines my tongue and I moan, savoring the taste of him.

“You have the sexiest mouth,” he rasps.

He shifts his pelvis, urging me to take him deeper, and I do. The second my lips wrap around him, every muscle on his abdomen flexes and his head drops back against the headboard. I’m only halfway down when I feel it hit the back of my throat, so my hand and mouth have to work in unison. His hand weaves into my hair, holding my head in place as his hips jerk upward in time with my eager mouth. Low groans, strained and heavy, rumble in his chest. Incoherent words mix with my name as they leave his lips. Rubbing and licking, swirling my tongue around his tip, I know exactly what to do to drive him wild, and wild is exactly what I get when I’m hoisted up a few minutes later. My dress is yanked off, my underwear quickly discarded.

“I have a feeling this is going to get rough,” I say, anticipation pumping through my veins.

I get another sexy smirk as he stands up to strip off his sweatpants. “Girl, I’m about to tear this pussyup.”

My giggle comes to an abrupt halt when he grips me and turns me onto my side. Spreading my legs like a scissor, he straddles one of my thighs, my other leg is clasped at his waist, and then he enters me. Thick and hard, he fills me, the angle of penetration sending me into a rapturous spiral.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth as he plunges deeper.

His tongue leaves a moist path up my side, stopping at my breast. My nipple is teased and tormented, nibbled and sucked before he moves higher. His upper body comes over me and his long fingers curl around my throat. His mouth is rough as it moves to my neck, his teeth grating my skin as it closes over my chin, but when he turns my head a little to my right, his lips capture mine in a slow, sensual kiss.

Titillating bursts of ecstasy shoot through me when he begins to pump in and out. I’m spinning now, lost in a vortex of unyielding fervency. All I can do is clutch the sheets, twist them around my fingers because I need something to hold on to. Thrusts get harder, causing my breasts to bounce with the force of it. The grip on my throat tightens a little. But that kiss remains soft and gentle. It’s the ultimate paradox. Scott kisses me like I’m an invaluable possession that should be worshipped and adored, yet he fucks me like I’m nothing more than a cheap whore whose only purpose is to be used for his pleasure.

And hefucksme. Until my steady breaths turn into desperate pants. Until my moans turn into screams. Until the carnal delight building inside me turns into an earth-shattering orgasm. Yet he still doesn’t stop. He’s relentless. Again and again, he takes me to that climax. He pushes me to my limit, and I can’t take anymore. I’m begging him to stop. I’m begging him to keep going. I’m a mindless mess. I don’t even know what I want. Just when I feel like I might collapse, I finally hear that change in his breathing. His body stiffens above me, and hot liquid runs between my legs. I’m wet and sweaty, drained of all bodily fluids, drained of energy. Just drained.

He drops over beside me, and we both just lay there for a few minutes, sated and spent, as we try to catch our breath. When I feel like I actually have control of my muscles again, I roll onto my stomach and rest my chin on his chest. My fingertips lightly trace over his skin from his collarbone down to his pecs.

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