8- Afterglow
1196 Words
Ellie
"I’m going to f**k you harder, better, deeper than you’ve ever dreamed, Dove," DJ had promised—and he did.
Heavens, he did.
He pounded me so hard I thought I might die from the sensations. Turns out, bigger is better—when you can handle it—because never had I experienced orgasms like that. Like a chain of dominoes, one falling right after the other with every slamming stroke of his d**k.
Facedown on the bed, DJ pulled one of my legs over his and, straddling the other, took hold of my hip and f****d me so hard I forgot the entire world. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the room, joined by the desperate, helpless sounds clawing from my throat.
I was back in space—shaking, panting—and there it was again, that damned button. He made me c*m harder than I ever had, with no grinding involved. Just pressure, depth, and heat that never ended.
"That’s it, Dove. Say it," he commanded, taking a loose hold on my throat.
"I’m coming," I gasped, head spinning.
With one final grunt, he shoved in and fell forward.
No part of me could lift or hold myself up. I didn’t even have the energy to evaluate or question him leaving the bed, only to return with a damp cloth a minute later. Still breathless himself, DJ cleaned us both with the warm rag before tossing it across the room and pulling me against his chest. His hands worked tenderly up and down my body in a soft massage. Gentle. Worshipful.
That was all I remembered before the longest, deepest, dreamless night of sleep I’d ever had.
I woke to the open balcony doors. The ocean sounded lovely, and the sun kissed my skin like silk. My body was deliciously sore—I didn’t even want to move—but stretching was too much to resist. It felt so good. Or hurt so good, at least. My thighs and insides ached from use they hadn’t had in a year.
My whole body glowed, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Room service had delivered coffee, juice, and fresh fruit to start my day. The scent of strawberries and the sea swirled in the air, making it feel like I’d woken up inside a dream.
I showered quickly and noticed a Bohemian dress on my chair. I must’ve laid it out yesterday. Either way, it was perfect. Soft, flowy, a little wild.
A part of me hurt knowing I would not see DJ again. After all, he got what he wanted—and I got so much more than I ever dreamed. That’s just how these places worked. Honestly, I was shocked he’d spent a full day hanging out with me when he could’ve had his pick of a dozen women.
It was special to me, though. Exactly what I needed to get over Ben. I felt like a woman again—and damn, it felt good. The confidence, the lack of doubt, knowing I was enough for a man like DJ to take his time with—even at my age.
I was beaming by the time I saw I had a missed call from Danny.
“Hey, baby,” I greeted cheerfully.
“Hey, Mommy,” his voice only turned my already ridiculous smile soul-deep. “Are you having fun?”
“Lots. Uncle Tom and Uncle Carl are teaching me all about…”
“Everything is great here,” Tom grabbed the phone from my too-honest and open toddler, and I could practically see his round Santa Claus face—rosy red with one of those ‘oh s**t’ smiles—in my mind.
“What are you teaching my son?” I teased.
I was in such a good mood I couldn’t even fake suspicion. They may be rowdy good ol’ boys from the South, but nothing is more important to them than family. The values deeply ingrained in Daniel’s brothers are definitely ones I want my son to grow up with. I also know they’d never do anything too outlandish. They define me as a helicopter mom more often than not.
“Nothing, nothing,” Tom chuckled.
But there are flavors to laughter—hysterical, nervous, annoyed—and I knew the one I heard.
“One piece and unscarred, do you hear me?” I demanded playfully.
“You have my word.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d say I insulted Tom by how uncharacteristically serious he got. Then again, it was the first time I’d been more than five minutes down the street from him since Danny was born.
“Good. Now put him back on.”
I could almost hear the swoosh of Tom’s hulk arms cutting the air like an umpire signaling out. Whatever they were doing was easily sidetracked by Danny’s countless questions and requests for pictures of the ocean and seashells.
My boy’s favorite thing was anything aquatic—at nearly five years old. So much so that I’d been looking for a place by the beach. The chat was short and ended with my promise to send him lots of pictures.
Pictures I’d have to take outside of nudie land.
It’s a very spoken and written rule: if you’re going to carry your cell phone around in any sort of naturist facility, there has to be visible tape or some kind of cover on the lenses.
“All right, honey, I have to get to work, but you can call anytime, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy. Love you.”
“Love you too. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.”
The call ended with the promise, and me fighting the urge to tell him how much I missed him. I’m also doing this for him, as much as for me, and need to get my head in gear.
Grabbing my bag and keys, I tilted my head at the front door being cracked. I guessed room service didn’t close it all the way.
That thought ripped through like nails on a chalkboard—with her voice.
“Seriously,” it was more growl than whisper when I looked to my left and saw none other than baby Lyrin pulling my POS ex out the door.
I had been assured these suites were for singles—and they were very much a couple. Just ask my gag reflex.
There was no corner to hide behind. No smooth exit that wouldn’t be obvious. Miserable as Ben looked—hell yes—with her bitching and moaning, it wasn’t something I had the mental or emotional capacity to deal with.
Even if they were falling apart—just like I predicted.
Hoping neither of them saw or recognized me in the lovers’ spat, I turned on my heel and hightailed it to the elevator.
The part of me doing victory laps at Ben’s obvious misery was outweighed by the still vulnerable, still hurt part of myself that recognized…
He threw it all away for that.
My everything—for something that was obviously nothing, and going nowhere fast.
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