Page 20 of Seven Days
“What is this?” I challenge her. This is a dangerous game, poking at each other for labels and definitions. It goes against the very rules I set down. But I want her to push. If she pushes, I push back. I’ll meet her and face the repercussions together.
“A one week sex fest.” She leans toward me. “I gave you my body for one week.”
“Yes.” I lean forward, too, nose to nose. “You begged me to ruin you. Let. Me.”
“Sexually. Not emotionally. Not mentally.” Her eyes lock on mine. “I won’t be paid off like some high class whore.”
Her words shock me into silence. Have I made her feel like that? Surely not. I don’t know where this is coming from.
“You are so far from being a whore.” I take her glass and set it down, gripping her fingers in my hands. “I just want to make sure you are taken care of.”
“Yeah, well.” She pulls her hands away. “I have a dad for that.”
“Don’t fucking remind me,” I growl. Bile swirls in my stomach.
“Maybe you need the reminder. We’re not permanent. We can’t be. Which is why I am so grateful for this trip and the offer of the house, but come Sunday night, we’re walking away from each other.”
She’s not wrong. It was always the agreement. But why does my chest ache at the thought? This is a feeling I’ve not felt for so long.
“I’m sorry for bringing this up right now.” She unclips her seat belt and crawls into my lap. “I want to spend the next few days enjoying each other. I appreciate everything you’ve done so much.”
She leans down and kisses my neck, her tongue darting out with quick little licks. Her hips rock against me and my dick takes over. I pull her tank top over her head and squeeze her tits, obsessed with how soft they are filling my hands. She groans at the rough treatment. My little siren has a subtle kinky side. Given enough time, I’m sure I could have her doing all sorts of depraved shit.
Her shorts are loose enough that I can reach up and pull them to the side. My dick aches for her as I slide my fingers into her tight cunt, already finding it soaked and ready for me. Her fingers work the zipper of my pants when I slide my thumb over her clit.
“Fuck,” she whispers against my lips as I use my fingers to ready her.
I haven’t been inside her without a condom yet, but now we know it's safe. I wanted to wait until I could fully enjoy the experience, but desperate times call for desperate measures. An angry fuck is what we both need right now. As soon as my cock is free of my pants I thrust inside her, my grip on her hips so tight my knuckles turn white. She feels incredible, hot, wet, tight. She feels like home.
“Ride me,” I command. “Hate fuck me because you already know you’re falling for me.”
Her hands move down to my shoulders as she moves up and down my cock fluidly. I pull the cups of her bra down so I can see her tits and bite down on one of the brownish-pink buds, which only spurs her to go harder.
“Come loud enough for the flight crew to hear. Let them all know it’s just a week long fuck fest.” I know I’m being an ass, throwing her harsh words back at her like this, but it doesn’t stop me.
I feel her walls tighten around me and let myself go before she gets to her climax. As I surge inside her, finally filling her, I pull her head back by the hair and bite down on her neck. She’ll probably have a mark, but I don’t care. At least she’ll be marked as mine for a little while.
Her pussy spasms around me as she comes, her movements slowing as her breathing deepens. She collapses into my arms, her head tucked on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into her ear.
She just shakes her head in response.
* * *
The remainderof the flight and the drive to villa are long and silent. She spent most of the time reading a book on her phone or texting her friend. Occasionally her lips would curl up in a smirk at something that came through, but she never flashed that gorgeous smile at me.
“Wow,” she says as she walks through the open living area and out onto the patio. “This place is incredible.”
“It is.”
The backyard has a large kidney shaped pool with towering palm trees marking the property line from the sandy beach beyond. A cabana that looks more like a four poster bed with linen canopies stands to one side while an outdoor kitchen and chairs claims the others. The entire house is open to the views in the back, either through windows or folding glass doors.
I wrap my fingers around her dainty wrist and pull her back against me. “Are you still mad at me?”
“No.” She leans back against me, tilting her head to give me better access as I nibble her earlobe. “I just don’t want to accept handouts. From anybody, not just you.” I’m not happy with that and I want to press the issue. But now isn’t the time. I’ll wait to bring it up when she’s not so overwhelmed.
“Okay.” I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her waist. “We’ll table it for now. The owner is sending her private chef to prepare our dinner tonight. Let’s just enjoy our time down here together.”