Page 36 of Festive Flings

~ Jamie ~

The sun streaming through the open voiles disturbs the best sleep I’ve had in a long time, and I smile when I realise I didn’t wake up with my hand down my pants. Until I remember I am not wearing any. My eyes flash open as I take in my surroundings: the hotel room, the massive bed. Oh, my sweet Lord, I slept with Owen. Several times, in fact. It was the most sensational night of my life.

That’s when it hits me that I am in bed alone. Owen and his clothes are nowhere to be seen. As embarrassment flushes my face, anger rages in my heart.

How fucking dare he?! The absolute bastard. I thought last night had meant the same to him as it did to me, and then he cold shoulders me without so much as a kiss goodbye.

My shame stings my eyes. How will I ever face him now? I’m definitely looking for a new job; I would be too ashamed to go back to work now after he has humiliated me in this way. He should have been straight with me. He said it wasn’t a one-night-stand, the lying douchebag.

I run to the shower and scrub myself clean as tears of anger and sadness overwhelm me. I am going to slap him right across the face when I see him again. How dare he use me like this? I thought he liked me. I thought I meant something to him. God, I did stuff last night that I have never done before. It literally rocked my world. He rocked my world, and now I am a no one once again.

Fury fills me as I wrap myself in a large white hotel bathrobe and twist a towel around my hair. I will show him! I will make him regret the day he did this to me.

I am picking my clothes out when I hear the door of my room open. It’s probably housekeeping, I think, but I get the shock of my life when Owen walks into the room with a Santa hat on his head and takeaway breakfast and coffee in his hands.

“Babe, why are you crying?” he asks me, dropping the food and drinks on the little table we screwed on last night before striding over to me and taking my face in his hands.

I lash out at him. “You fucking bastard, Owen Matthews. You fucking left me and humiliated me. You said this wasn’t a one-night thing. You said you wanted more.” I shout, ranting and crying at him as I pound his chest with my fists.

“Shhhh, Jamie! Babe? I’m right here. I just went to get breakfast for us. I did tell you when you were sleeping, and I thought you knew because you spoke back to me. You talk a lot in your sleep though.”

Reluctantly, I stop hitting him and try to stem my tears.

“This could never be a one-night thing for me, Jamie Knowles. I am in love with you, and last night was incredible. Hands down the best night of my life so far. I am never leaving you. If you’ll have me that is. I'm so, so sorry for worrying you, will you forgive me?”

The rapid change in interpretation of this morning’s events leaves me bamboozled. “You didn’t run out and leave me?” I ask him straight up, and he shakes his head at me before kissing me gently firstly on my lips and then down my neck to my shoulder. The molten lava that filled my tummy last night is back with a vengeance. Just like that, I want him again.

“I am never going to leave, Jamie. Every word I said to you, every confession I made, is the truth. I have wanted this for the longest time. I have loved you for the longest time, and I am on cloud nine right now.” His beautiful face, honest and full of love and wonder, is close to my own. I want to kiss him, but I don't want him to stop talking either. “I want you to be mine. I am yours; you have no choice about that, really. I’m so in love with you that I would literally do anything to make this work.”

I’m a little overwhelmed by his speech and humbled. And, I will concede, turned on. “I’m yours, too, Owen. I might not be exactly where you are yet, but I want to be with you. Oh God, I’m exhausted again now!” I yelp as he lifts me and carries me to bed. “I’m so sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusion, Owen. I will have more faith in you, and in us.”

He gently removes my robe, and I feel a twinge of self-consciousness in the cold light of day. Up until last night, I have never taken my bra off during sex. It is something I have always been paranoid about. My flat chest makes me feel so unattractive and unfeminine. In bed, I usually wear a padded bra, with extra padding, so that it looks like I have a bit of breast.

“There they are, my beautiful little mouthfuls. God, I missed them,” he says before lowering his head to each one in turn and sucking them. He makes noises you’d make when you get to eat chocolate cake after being on a diet. This is the most erotic sensation I have ever felt. It’s the first time I have allowed anyone to touch and see them, but Owen seems to love them. I kind of love the way he loves them, too! I can see them in a new light now and definitely have a newfound appreciation for them.

I’m just about to submit to the pleasure once again when my stomach growls.

“We’ll have to continue later, babe. I can’t have my girl going hungry. It's my job to take care of you. I got us coffee and breakfast.” I groan and beg for him to suck my nipples one more time. His satisfied smile warms my insides all the more. “After breakfast. We have the whole day free. I thought you might want to go sightseeing… or maybe we could stay in bed all day?”

“Bed all day sounds amazing. Thank you for breakfast. No one has ever taken care of me like this before… Well, Billie might have when I was younger, because she had to.” When I think back to being a young teenager, Billie looked after me and then Jonty too. Billie tried her best, but she wasn’t my mother, and everything was a bit slapdash. We basically winged it between us.

“How old were you when your mother died?” The familiar twinge in my heart stirs, but it doesn’t take my breath away the way it used to. I want to share this with Owen. My mother is still a massive part of me even in death.

“It was just after my eleventh birthday. She had ovarian cancer. It took her very quickly. I found it impossible to comprehend that she had died when she had looked perfectly beautiful and healthy just weeks before she passed away.” Owen strokes my back as I tell him about my mother, then he brings the breakfast stuff to the bed while I brush my hair.

“It must have been hard, especially at that age.” Thinking back on that time, it was hard. The first year after she died is like a fuzzy haze, and then within that year my father had met and married my stepmother, and she was expecting their first child together by the time the first anniversary of my mother’s death came around. That was when I moved in with Billie.

“It was hard, but I had Billie. And then when she met Jonty, he helped to raise me too. I owe everything to them. I probably would have ended up in care if my stepmother would have had her way. She hates me. She says I am the mirror image of my mother, and Billie thinks that’s why she didn’t want me around. It's upsetting that I’m so distant from my father, and I hate that I don’t know my siblings very well, but I have Billie and Jonty and the children. And now, I have you.”

He looks intensely back at me. “And now you have me. Tell me about the future… Do you want a family? Do you want to travel?”

I laugh at his serious expression. “Stop frowning! Maybe I want a family… it didn’t seem inviting or important before. I always worried about getting ill like my own mother, and I didn’t want to risk my own children being without a parent. Billie tells me that I have as much chance of being knocked down by a car. What about you, Owen? Tell me about your future.”

He contemplates my question before he answers. “I’m no good with kids, Jamie. I never have been. I think one or two of my own wouldn’t be too bad, just not yet. I would like to travel a lot more first. Will you come with me?” I crawl over to him. I am still naked and wiggle my bottom at him causing him to groan in gratification.

“I will come wherever you want, Owen,” I tell him. I take great pleasure in kissing him lightly on the lips before biting his bottom lip.

Owen jumps up and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Stay right there, you naughty girl. You say you’ll come wherever I want. I want you to cum right here, right now, while I fuck you from behind. Is that okay, baby?”

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