Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Elec had wrecked me.
He may have been Chelsea’s now, but my body still believed that it belonged to him whether he knew it or not, whether that was right or wrong.
He was hers.
I was his.
It. Was. Fucked. Up.
The store attendant came by. “Is everything okay in there?”
“Yes!” I shouted.
No. No, it’s not.
***
Nothing had happened.
Elec exited the dressing room as soon as the attendant interrupted our moment.
We ended up picking out some clothes in the men’s section for him to wear that night.
We then went to the hotel lobby to book his room. He insisted on paying for that with his credit card and not the stash of money.
We each retreated to our separate rooms to shower and had planned to meet in a half-hour to head to Roxy’s nightclub.
As the water poured down on me, it felt good to wash the alcohol and perspiration off my body. Even though this seemed like the longest day of my life, the thought of it coming to an end terrified me.
Needless to say, my shower was of the coldest variety. Despite the temperature, the need to relieve the tension that had been building between my legs all day was overwhelming. I slid myself down to the ground of the bathtub at one point, letting the water pummel me while I massaged my clit to thoughts of him.
Elec’s face between my legs, his lip ring scraping my clit while he licked me ravenously…
His pierced cock down my throat...
The feel of him deep inside of me…
His eyes glued to mine while he came…
I climaxed almost violently.
My back was still pressed to the cold ceramic floor of the tub when I heard the knock.
Shit! Either I’d lost track of time, or he was early.
“Just a minute!”
I wiped down as fast as I could. I slipped the burgundy dress on, quickly ran a brush through my wet hair and opened the door.
“Wow.” After a long pause, he added, “You definitely can’t pass for an old lady in mourning anymore.”
“What do I look like now?”
“You look flushed, actually. Are you feeling alright?”
Having to face the person you’d been masturbating to in your head just seconds earlier was not something I could say had ever happened to me before.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
I pursed my lips trying not to look guilty. “Yep.”
He was dressed to kill in the dark jeans and a fitted navy shirt he bought downstairs in the men’s section. The more casual look had transformed him back into the Elec I remembered. His hair was still wet, and the way it was parted accentuated his eyes.
Those fucking glasses.
“It felt so good to take a shower,” he said.
“I know what you mean.”
Mine felt particularly good.
“Do you need to dry your hair?”
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”
I went to the bathroom and ran the blow dryer through it as swiftly as I could and then put it into a quick updo.
When I reentered the room, Elec had turned on ESPN and was lying flat on the bed with his hands resting behind his head. His shirt had ridden up, teasing me with a glimpse of one of the shamrock tattoos on his abs. It became clear to me that pleasuring myself in the shower had done nothing to resolve my “issues.” The sooner we could get out of this room, the better.
“I’m ready.”
He hopped up and turned the television off. I followed him out as the door clicked behind us.
“You clean up nice,” he said as we entered the elevator. “I like your hair up like that.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. It’s how you were wearing it the night when I first met you.”
“I’m surprised you remembered that.”
A feeling of nostalgia came over me when I thought about waiting for him at the window that first night. I had no idea what kind of adventure I was in for with Elec.
“You were so innocent at first. You were just trying to be sweet to me, and I was such a prick.”
“You were. But I grew to like that about you.”
“When I wasn’t making you cry?”
“I had my moments of taking you too seriously, but overall, your jabs were fun. I don’t look back on any of it negatively.”
“You were a little bit of a masochist. That sort of screwed up my evil plan pretty early on.”
“Well, you weren’t exactly as mean as you wanted me to believe you were.”
“And it turned out you weren’t that innocent.”
Our sexual tension-filled trip down memory lane came to an end as soon as we arrived at the line into Roxy’s. We entered the confines of the dark nightclub, and Elec disappeared into the flashing strobe lights to fetch us some drinks.
The bass of the music vibrated through me as I rocked back and forth trying to get into the mood while I waited.
When he returned with his beer and my drink, I couldn’t take the first sip fast enough. My throat felt frozen from the crushed ice of the daiquiri. We stood on the second level, looking down at the swarms of people on the dance floor as we sipped our drinks. Alcohol was going to be my best friend tonight. I didn’t want to get totally sloshed but hoped that it would help me forget about tomorrow.