Page 49 of Hung Up
“I need you,” she tells me, her body moving toward mine so we’re pressed so tightly against one another that not even a breeze could get through. “I need you to make me feel. Please.”
Her voice cracks, and any hesitation I have remaining quickly dissipates. I dip my head and press my lips to hers, relishing in the way her arms wrap around my neck to keep me close. She walks us toward the bed, never breaking the kiss, her hands fisting into my hair. A soft moan works its way up my throat when she tugs, the slight sting of pain giving me immense pleasure. The back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I stumble, sitting down and pulling back from Faith.
She looks down at me for a moment before she reaches for the hem of my shirt and begins to lift it over my head. Once it’s off, she throws it to the side, putting a hand on my chest and pushing me so I lay flat. Next, she works my jeans off my legs, followed by my boxers. She bends down, her eyes on mine, and slowly trails her tongue up the length of my dick. My eyelids flutter closed and I groan at the feeling. With one quick swirl around the head, she backs away, and I open my eyes just in time to see her step out of her panties and take off her bra.
Faith gestures with her hand for me to move, so I slide up the bed so my legs aren’t hanging off the end. She climbs onto the mattress and straddles me, bending down to connect our lips once more. One hand rests on the side of my head while the other slowly trails down my stomach before she grips my cock. She slowly pumps her hand up and down the length of me before she lines me up with her entrance. She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye as she slowly lowers herself on me.
We both moan in unison as I slide into her, her walls contracting against me as she adjusts to the intrusion. In moments, she’s lifting her hips, moving at a delicious rhythm that has me digging my fingers roughly into her skin. Her hands rest on my pecs to brace herself, her head tipped back as she rides me. The sight is such a beautiful one.
“Take what you need, Sweetheart,” I tell her as her movements become a little sloppy, a little more desperate. “Use me.”
She moans at my words, her hips rotating in circular movements instead of up and down. I slide both my hands up her front, cupping her perfectly sized breasts in my hands and tweaking her nipples. Her gasp has me squeezing a little tighter, my cock jerking momentarily. The way her breathing increases and the way her thighs squeeze my hips tighter than before lets me know that she’s already close.
“Come for me, baby,” I breathe, my right hand staying on her breast as my left reaches up to cup the side of her face. I tilt her head down so she looks at me. “I want to see your face when you come for me.”
There’s a deep furrow in her brow as she tries to keep her eyes open, her panting frantic as I feel her walls begin to flutter around my cock. The feel of her squeezing me has me moaning, trying to keep myself from coming before she does. I dig myheels into the mattress to get a grip as I begin to move my hips upward.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her eyes falling shut for a second before they snap back open. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”
I slam into her as quickly as I can, and a few seconds later, her nails are digging into my pecs as she starts to chant my name. Hearing my name roll off her lips with such a blissful tone is music to my ears. I let go with her, both of us hitting our peaks in unison. My thrusts become sloppy, and her legs shaking brings me immense satisfaction. However, once she comes down from her climax, a frown etches its way onto her face just before she climbs off me.
Resting myself up on my elbows, I watch as she wordlessly walks toward the bathroom and closes the door. I groan as I fall back against the pillow, my hands covering my face. I should’ve known saying yes was a mistake. But the way she had looked at me, so broken and needy… How could anyone say no to that?
I know tonight was a lot for her, I just wish I knew the full extent as to why. Was it something that asshole said to her? Was it because of me? Was it all the riders gathering around her? I was so focused on wanting to help her, to console her, that I never even thought about the why.
Just as I start to debate whether or not I should leave, go back to my room, and let her work through whatever she needs to on her own, I hear a sob come from the bathroom. I scramble out of bed and slip into my boxers before I walk up to the bathroom door.
“Sweetheart?” I ask softly, the sound of the shower the only thing I hear in response. “Faith, baby, are you okay?” When she doesn’t respond, I take a risk and open the door, and the sight that greets me has my heart clenching.
Faith is sitting on the floor of the tub, her knees buried into her chest and her head bowed as the water from the shower head runs over her.
I hastily close the door and walk over to her, dropping to my knees on the tile floor as I reach for her. “Talk to me, Sweetheart.”
“I’m just so tired,” she whispers, lifting her head but covering her face with her hands. “I can’t get the shampoo bottle open, and the setting on the shower head is stuck.”
I stand and reach for the shower head, seeing a small button on the side. Once I click it, the handheld detaches from the rest. Letting it hang loose for a moment, I reach over and grab her purple shampoo bottle that rests on the ledge and pop it open before turning to her.
“Can I wash your hair?”
She finally looks at me, her eyes puffy and wide. Her bottom lip works between her teeth before giving me a small nod. I reach for the handheld and tip her head back slightly, making sure her hair is thoroughly wet before lathering my hands with her shampoo. As I work my fingers into her hair and massage her scalp, I can feel her relaxing under my touch, which brings me some relief.
The fact that she feels comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with me is something I can’t think too long or hard about. Our arrangement is a simple one: just sex until the season is over. But the way things have been progressing, I’ve found myself wondering if maybe, by some miracle, she might be getting feelings for me, too. I know it’s a long shot and I’ll only hurt my own feelings if I get my hopes up, but I can’t help it.
I don’t know how it happened or when, but somehow Faith has wormed her way under my skin and has begun burrowing into my heart.
Once I’m done taking care of her hair, I reach for her hand and help her stand. She had sat a towel on the counter so I grab it and wrap it around her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“I’m going to take a quick shower myself, if that’s okay.” She glances at me, eyes void of any discernible emotion. Without a word, she heads toward the door and slips out of the bathroom.
I sigh and slip out of my boxers, stepping into the shower. Just as I open the bottle of shampoo that the hotel provided, I hear the door to the hotel open.
“Faith?” I turn off the water and grab a spare towel, tying it around my waist. Stepping out of the bathroom, I notice I am indeed alone in her hotel room. Just as I’m about to start putting my clothes back on and go looking for her, I see a note resting on her dresser.
I went to Maxine’s room. I’ll be staying there tonight. Please don’t come for me.
As I collect my clothes and get redressed, I can’t stop the disappointment that wraps itself around me. Maybe it was foolish of me to think that she wouldn’t run from me—that she’d stay here, let me hold her, and finally tell me the root of why she was as upset as she was tonight. Letting me wash her hair and see her in that light, struggling that much, was definitely too much for her. And I can’t say I blame her. Yet, I want her to want me. I want her in every shape and form. I want her to realize that, even though we are just friends-with-benefits, I still want to be there for her, that she can still rely on me.
And the hardest part is, I don’t know how to get her to see that.
