Page 69 of Hot to Go

‘So maybe we use this time to get to know each other. Hi, I’m Charlie.’

‘Suzie,’ I reply.

‘Is that short for anything?’

‘No. Are you a Charles?’

‘God, no.’

‘Excellent to meet you, Suzie.’

I feel the air lodge in my throat as he says my name aloud. My real name. I move around on my seat and exhale loudly. He then looks me straight in the eye. That bright blue gets me everytime. The way he doesn’t relent makes me bite my lip. ‘I have a question. Do you think about Mallorca, what happened?’

I nod.

‘What part do you think about?’

I’m not sure what he’s asking me. Is it the part where we first met? Or was it in the shop when he asked me whether I wanted a mermaid or a llama towel? But then he takes off his T-shirt. I bite my lip, taking in those shoulders again, his stomach.

‘Hot, are we?’ I ask.

‘Very.’

‘I think I remember something.’

‘Tell me,’ he whispers.

I take a deep breath, shifting around again to mask my arousal, feeling a specific memory in every part of me. ‘It was when I first took you in my mouth…’ I say, feeling my cheeks glow. I see his breaths get heavier, he loosens his flies, slowly unbuttoning them, his hand reaching inside. ‘…I could feel you get harder, every time my lips moved up and down over you.’ He leans back on the bed and he’s all I can see. I put my hand down the elasticated waist of my trousers, my other elbow on the armrest, the edge of my thumbnail in my mouth. I feel my nipples getting harder under my top. ‘And then it was that moment of putting a condom on you, taking off my underwear and then climbing on top of you, sliding on top of you, that first sensation of feeling you inside me.’ I put my hands in my knickers and stroke myself, watching him get more and more aroused.

‘You felt incredible,’ he moans, closing his eyes briefly.

‘Open your eyes, look at me,’ I tell him.

He looks over at my hand.

‘Tell me what you remember,’ I ask, my hand sliding over myself more furiously.

‘You did this thing where you’d glide over me, slowly. I remember licking your nipples, that sound you made when Ihad them in my mouth, not quite a moan, like you were a little surprised, a laugh.’

I shift back on that chair, feeling the leather sticking against my shoulders ‘The way you lost control after that. You flipped me over and hooked my legs under your arms, and you slid deeply into me.’

We hear the footsteps of kids running up and down the corridors. I put a hand over my mouth to control my moans. I look over and he smiles at me.

‘It was all very, very…’

‘Very…’ I gasp.

I think about the way he slid into me, the motion, being completely lost in him, feeling so deeply aroused and being in that space where I could scream with pleasure. I could tell him how hard I wanted him to fuck me, how I gripped on to his shoulders and pulled him into me. I feel the tension, the pleasure build inside me. I watch him put an arm down to steady himself. This is not professional. All that separates us is a door that I hope can’t be opened from the outside. I want him so incredibly badly. I want to hold on to that bunk bed ladder and have him pound me until I scream. Suzie, who even are you? This is…this is…I watch him lie back as he comes, the motion rippling through his back, making his neck clench. I can’t hold it in any longer. I clasp my hand tightly over my mouth to muffle the sound of my orgasm. I…I can’t. I don’t know. What is happening? I’ve not even opened my bag yet. I’ve not seen the ensuite. I laugh, loudly in relief, in satisfaction, feeling the pulses of pleasure roar through me. When I look back at Charlie, he lies there, staring up at the underside of the bunk bed, speechless.

‘Did you?’ he asks me.

‘Yeah.’

He sits up, sweat making his chest and stomach glisten, a glow to his cheeks, trying to regain his composure. I’ve neverbeen more attracted to someone in my life. Charlie. Not Carlos. Just him. And as all the emotion I once felt for him comes flooding back, it transfers to the right person, maybe, the one in front of me.

‘That was…’

‘Hot,’ I tell him.

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