Page 20 of Diesel
Forty minutes later, I was stripping her down naked in my motel room and pushing her onto the bed. She pulled off my shirt right before my fingers delved into her pussy, her juices coated my hand. I forced myself to think of all of the wild and good times we’d had before, most of which had been in this very room. She reached for my buckle but I batted her hand away.Fuck!It wasn’t working. I wasn’t even half-hard.
I was determined to do this. My fingers pumped in and out of her as I licked around her pebbled nipple. Her heavy pants filled the room and her long nails dug into my back. I had to do this. I needed to focus enough to get myself in the game. Her moans became louder and I knew she was close. My fingers worked faster, my thumb brushing lightly over her clit. Her sounds were the perfect symphony that I knew by heart, only it wasn’t the right melody.
She screamed out my name as her walls trembled and attempted to pull my fingers in further. Her thighs had a death grip on my arm as I slowed down my pace until she finally sighed and relaxed.
“You know I like all this foreplay shit,” she said looking at me after she caught her breath. “But it has been far too long and I really just want you to fuck me now.”
As much as I convinced myself I wanted to, I couldn’t. Parts of me were just not into it at all. I sat back on my heels and sighed. I looked down at her beautiful body perfectly splayed out and ready for me. The intricate rose tattoo that covered her lower belly had once set me on fire. But now it was like a flashing light telling me that it wasn’t Ellie’s perfectly untarnished skin. Cherry’s dark, vibrant red hair wasn’t Ellie’s strawberry blonde. I was completely fucked.
“Uh oh,” she said, rising up on her elbows, her breasts swaying with the movement. “I know that look.”
I closed my eyes for a long moment before opening them and meeting hers. Her look was less pissed off than I had expected. Instead, she had a brow cocked in amusement.
“Fuck!” I growled as I frantically ran my fingers through my hair.
Cherry laughed as she rolled out of the bed. I sat there looking at her vacated spot as she moved around getting dressed. I got up and walked her to the door without a word, my head still spinning from what had just happened. I opened the door and she walked through.
I felt like I needed to say something. I snagged her wrist and she turned back to face me. Amusement danced in her eyes as she looked at me. She was so close I could almost kiss her, but I didn’t want to even want her body pressed into mine.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be.” She smiled, friendly and warm. “If the great Diesel can find someone, then maybe there is still hope for the rest of us.” She leaned in and placed a light kiss on my cheek. “You know where I’ll be if it doesn’t work out.” She winked at me and I felt myself smile a bit.
“Take care of yourself, Cherry,” I said watching her walk off.
“Goodbye, D.” She threw a casual wave over her shoulder without turning back to look at me.
I stepped back in the room, closing the door hoping to shut out the outside world. This couldn’t be. This was not going to work for me at all. Ellie was long gone, I was sure of it. I wondered if she thought of me. I wondered if I had somehow made an impact on her that night. I needed to figure out a way to get her out of my head. Her life was going forward and I needed mine to do the same. I just had to figure out why I couldn’t let her go. What was so different about being with her that made my dick hate everything else?
You and me, buddy. We have to get on the same page here. I need you to forget about the girl and get the fuck over it.
It was official. I was having a conversation with my dick, I was fucking crazy. I sighed and flopped down on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted. My eyes closed and I did my best to push the images of Ellie away. Thinking about her laid out in the same spot I was in, had me hard in seconds. I ground my teeth together, my jaw clenching with fury. No, I was not going to give in. I wasn’t going to let it get to me anymore. I fell asleep still gripping the sheets tightly; as if the hold I had on them would somehow help ground me.
