Everything had been going perfectly.
They had almost reached the best part of Caroline’s scene. Brandon had acted with aplomb and remembered every single one of his lines. They’d moved seamlessly from the bar to the elevator to the hotel room.
The bath was running. The door was locked. Now it was just the sex left. They were both almost naked. His tongue was in her mouth and his hand in her panties. And then, just as she was tugging at his belt, the unthinkable happened. Her phone rang, the harsh ringtone disturbing the mechanics of desire.
Caroline hesitated, “It’s late. Who’d call me at this time?”
“Some inconsiderate fool.”
She wasn’t that easily dissuaded, “Something could have happened.”
She had a point. Brandon found himself entertaining the idea that her fiancé had been in a fatal accident. That would most certainly be excellent news. A dead James might mean he actually had a chance to be the man Caroline would spend the rest of her life with. Inwardly, he smirked at how unbelievably selfish he was.
Unfortunately however, James wasn’t dead because he was the inconsiderate fool calling her. Brandon gazed bleakly out of the window as Caroline lied about where she was, and found himself wishing that her fiancé had never been born. It would have made his own life so much simpler. He detested James simply for having the selfishness to exist. Bastard. Utter bastard.
Cars and trucks whizzed along the road outside. Streetlamps and headlights gave the whole scene an artificial yellow-white glow. He waited for her to finish talking but the conversation went on and on, the words not even registering in Brandon’s mind. There was something about engagement parties and filigree and invitations and something else about champagne. All that boring shit that rich people wasted so much time and money on.
An engagement party was a stupid excuse for a celebration anyway. It was like a pre-wedding. And what would happen if the couple broke up before the marriage? They would have wasted thousands on a pointless event. They’d have to destroy all the photos and explain to everyone that despite the engagement, there was to be no wedding. Yes, they had been presumptuous and forward and lacking in foresight. Fucking stupid
Brandon wandered around the hotel room in his jeans, growing impatient. She was still talking. He had half a mind to leave. He made paper planes out of hotel stationery as he watched her. She was nice to look at. There was nothing unnecessary about her body; it was all lithe and feminine and perfect. He threw a paper plane across the room to get her attention. She held up a hand to indicate she’d be done in five minutes.
Fifteen minutes later and she was still talking like his time had no value. If it wasn’t for that idiotic James he would have been in the middle of fucking her by now. Instead, he was hanging around like a spare part.
Absentmindedly, he let himself fantasise about ways in which he could cause a rift between the two of them. If he’d had any sense, he would have answered her phone for her. Caroline’s phone, Brandon the escort speaking. Or maybe he could just turn up at James’ front door with a gun in his hand. The man might be more opposed to holy matrimony when staring down the barrel of a nice black revolver. Stupid son of a bitch.
Brandon stretched. He found his box of cigarettes and lit one. He headed into the en-suite. The huge bath was brim-full. It seemed such a waste. Caroline was still in full flow on the phone. Fuck it. Brandon stripped off the rest of his clothing and lowered himself into the warm, scented water. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been decadent enough to indulge in a bath. He could get used to it though. The hot water felt soothing against his skin.
He closed his eyes and took a long drag on his cigarette. Yes, he could definitely get used to this. Idly, he imagined how different his life could have been if Caroline and he had met when they were younger and less disillusioned with the world, when they had hopes and sanguinity. Maybe then he would have done something constructive with his life and become someone she could see herself marrying. Maybe then he wouldn’t have the bleak emotions, the baser traits that made him want to not wake up in the morning. Things could have been so different, so much better.
Caroline’s voice dragged him out of his reverie, and he opened one eye to watch as she walked into the room and perched gracefully on the edge of the bath. She was still wearing nothing but her panties.
“Oh, so you’ve finished?”
“Mm-hm.” She leaned forward, took his cigarette out of his fingers and stubbed it out in the sink.
“What did you do that for?”
“It’s bad for you.”
“Do you think I care?”
Brandon rolled his eyes. “How do you feel about wasting my time?”
The corner of her mouth curled upwards. “I haven’t. You’re enjoying yourself.”
“Not in the way I wanted.” He leaned forward and grasped her forearm in his hand. “Why don’t you join me?”
She squirmed guiltily. “I have to go. James is expecting me.”
He tugged at her arm, pulling her closer to the water.
“You wouldn’t,” her eyes were wide and beseeching.
She swallowed hard, watching him warily.
He smiled, tightened his grip, and pulled. Caroline made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a scream and fell on top of him. Water splashed onto the floor. She pushed damp hair out of her face and glared at him with those stunning emerald eyes.
“I can’t believe y-”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
He pulled her closer to him and pressed his mouth to hers, feeling her soft, subservient lips yield beneath his. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, chest to chest, everything feeling soft and natural beneath the water. Her lips parted, giving him an opening and he let his tongue run across her bottom lip before passing into her mouth. She felt so warm and familiar, yet his heart still pounded with excitement.
Something shifted inside him. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer so his cock pressed against her thin panties. Their mouths parted for air and he leaned his forehead against hers, trying to think of something to say that would convey what he was feeling inside. But there were no words. It was so incredibly frustrating. He breathed hard and let his hands move upwards, feeling along the ridges of her ribs.
She felt like a bird; delicate and weightless and beautiful. He closed his eyes and stroked her nipples with his thumbs, her breathy sigh making his erection even harder. Urgent fingers moved under the water, finding his steel cock and wrapping around it. Brandon groaned out loud. She inched her hand up his cock, her grip tightening as she did so.
Words failed him. He ran his hand down between her legs and allowed his finger to slide beneath her panties and into her aching warmth. She clenched around his finger and he slid it in and out, his thumb gently applying pressure to her clit. Her head rested against his shoulder and she breathed out a long, lustful moan.
“I need you inside me.”
Her hand squeezed harder around his cock, guiding it towards her entrance. He didn’t stop her. It was wildly erotic to watch her push his hand away and studiously fit the head of his throbbing shaft to her pussy lips. The water was cloudy with steam and soap and it all seemed hazy until she eased herself down onto his cock. He felt her stretch to accommodate him and he gently guided the rest of his length up inside her, inch by painstaking inch.
Everything seemed more beautiful when he was inside her. With his cock buried in her tightness he could pretend that she belonged to him, that he was her real lover and not just something cheap and dispensable.
She began to move up and down, riding him slowly at a pace that heightened his arousal and drove him crazy. Had he been the one on top he knew he wouldn’t have had the self control to go slow but somehow it seemed to intensify each surging sensation. He cupped her breasts in his hands and traced the outlines of her soft flesh with his fingertips. His eyes roved across her body, drinking her in as he wondered whether she really was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen or whether his judgement was clouded by love. Either way, he never wanted to stop looking at her.
He let his hands drop to her hips and he matched her movements, intensifying the impact as he thrust up inside her. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as she held tight to him and she brought her face closer to his so she could kiss him. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest and he slid his hands down to grasp her ass as they moved in unison, her slippery body moving naturally against his. It felt almost decadently serene. Their movements were unhurried and achingly pleasurable.
Her soft sighs echoed in his ears as the water sloshed in waves around them. It felt so paradoxically romantic. Something about the way she clung to him made him feel like she needed him and it was hard for him to accept that it was only ever this way when his cock was inside her. If only moments like this could exist in the real world where it wasn’t all fantasies and lies and cheating, where he could be everything to her, just like she was to him.
He held tight to her waist and moved in perfect sync with her, responding to each sound she made and letting her control the pace. She moved with such grace and delicacy that it felt more like a dance than anything else, all fluid movement and effortless elegance. His cock was throbbing deep inside her and he moved one hand so his thumb could rub at her clit. She moaned out loud and let her head fall back as he stimulated her with a firm pressure, intensifying every last sensation.
He heard her breath catch in her throat. Her fingers dug harder into his flesh as she shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. Everything seemed to linger in a suspended moment as his thumb slicked around her swollen clit and a gasping moan escaped her lips. He reached up to grasp one of her breasts in his hand as she clenched hard around him, shuddering out her orgasm, and languorously riding it out to the peak. Brandon pulled her close as his cock pulsed inside her, and he groaned, unable to hold back any longer. He closed his eyes as he released, every last drop of spunk spurting deep inside her flawless body.
He held her in his arms as her spent form melted into his body. Moments like these were what he lived for. Nothing but mutual pleasure and affection, emotions that sent a warmth far greater than sexual gratification rushing around his body. Right now, his soul felt satiated.
Caroline shifted gently under the water, sending hazy ripples across the surface. She rested her head against his chest and cleared her throat.
“You know what you said last time? About your… feelings for me?”
She turned slightly to allow her legs to rest against his. “I don’t get it. I mean, why? Why would you feel that way?”
Brandon frowned, “I guess for the same reasons James does. Ask him.”
“No, that’s different. He doesn’t know me like you do.” Her fingertips traced an imaginary pattern along his arm. “He sees what everyone else does. You were meant to be someone who wouldn’t care about how crazy I was, someone who was impartial to it all. Yet, you know the worst parts of me and you still feel something for me? I don’t get that.”
Her almond shaped eyes locked onto his and held his gaze. She was so excruciatingly beautiful. It was almost hypnotic.
“Don’t you know why?” She looked faintly disappointed and he realised she’d been waiting for an answer.
He cleared his throat. “I guess I like the way I feel when I’m with you. I like the way that for a couple of hours I’m not me anymore. I can pretend to be who you make me and that gives me some sort of freedom from my life. When I’m with you, I genuinely feel like I could be someone else.”
She wasn’t satisfied. “So you just like the way you feel in the scenes? It’s really nothing to do with me?”
He had to laugh. “What do you want? A poem? I don’t know how to explain it.”
Brandon ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “I guess it’s like looking at a sunset. You see how beautiful it is and that pleases you but there’s something more, something that it makes you feel. I mean, there’s physical beauty but then you feel warmth, you know; that feeling inside. I don’t know what it is. It’s like tranquillity or something. You just feel so… at peace for those few minutes and nothing else matters.” He leaned his head back to ease the tension in his neck. “That’s it. That… calmness and serenity. That’s how I feel when I’m around you. I can’t put it into any better words.”
He looked at her attentive expression and suddenly realised he’d become one of those men he’d never wanted to be. These were words he thought he’d never be stupid enough to speak. He was laying himself bare for the sake of a woman. Something in his big life plan had gone wrong. Something had changed; there’d been some mistake that had changed him. He couldn’t blame it on her. She didn’t ask him to love her, in fact, she actively discouraged him.
No, this was all his doing. It seemed so surreal and unnatural, like he’d just become this fool ruled by his heart and not his mind. And the worst part of it all was the fact that he liked feeling this way. He liked the way his heart accelerated when he saw her. He liked the way the thought of her made him smile.
She was closer to him than his jugular vein. He couldn’t remember feeling an attachment like this towards anyone else. Not his parents, not his friends, nor any of the other women he’d ever been with. Love felt like a new concept, something addictively exhilarating that he didn’t want to let go of.
“You’ll find someone else.”
Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. It was as if she’d been listening to him think. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her lips against his neck. She stroked his cheek with the backs of her fingers.
“One day you’ll be married and living in the suburbs with two kids and a dog and cat and a really hot wife and this will all just seem like it was a dream.”
Brandon laughed dryly, “Yeah… that’s not going to happen.”
“What kind of person in their right mind would want to marry me?”
She paused. Yeah, answer that one, dreamer.
“Someone who has the sense to appreciate all that’s good about you.”
Her fingertips traced a gentle path down his throat.
“There’s nothing good about me. I’m a lousy excuse of a man and don’t say I’m not because that’d be a lie.”
He turned to look into her eyes and hated the sympathy he saw there. He didn’t want her pity. It made him feel weak and insubstantial. All he wanted was her and that was the one thing he was never going to have. It made him sick to his stomach. Jealousy, heartache and helplessness fought for space in the emotions clouding his mind. He couldn’t take it. He simply could not bear it any longer.
“I really shouldn’t be here.”
He disentangled himself from her hold and stepped out of the water.
She hugged her knees to her chest and watched him anxiously.
“Are you okay?”
He shrugged, not trusting himself to give her a straight answer. “I just don’t think this kind of… talk is good for either of us.”
“Brandon, I hate seeing you like this.”
“You know what I mean.” But there’s nothing I can do about it.
He forced a smile onto his face, “Don’t worry about me.”
Methodically, he dried off and tugged his jeans back on. Days like these were so backward. All week he would genuinely believe he was getting over her and then she just fucked him back to where it all began. He let out a long breath and headed back into the main room to finish dressing. He needed to get away for a long time. Go to some place where it would be physically impossible to see her and fall under her spell again.
He closed his eyes and let out a slow, painful breath. The urgency in her voice gave him some desperate kind of hope. Maybe she’d suddenly had an epiphany. Perhaps she’d realised that he was the one who made her happy and that he was the man she needed for the rest of her life. Don’t get your hopes up.
He had his hand on the door.
“What is it?”
“You forgot your money.”
Brandon’s heart sank. He swallowed hard and tried not to think of how close he was to crying. Surely, it was madness to let another person affect him in such a way. He needed distance. A lot of distance, and a lot of time to get over all these… crazy emotions. Silently, he opened the door and left.
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