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I lean forward, grinding into him, looking down into his face.
Adrik looks up at me, hands locked on my hips, teeth bared. His hair is wet as ink, his body glistening. His eyes hold mine, a kind of madness in them: he’s gonna fuck me till I cum or die trying.
A part of me wants to hold back, to refuse to give him what he wants so desperately.
As if he can read my mind, he hisses, “Give it to me. You cum on that cockright fucking now.”
There’s no choice about it. The orgasm detonates inside me, as if Adrik had his finger on the trigger. It blasts outward from my belly, exploding through every inch of me, obliterating everything in its path. I lose my sight, my hearing, and my balance. I collapse next to Kylie, falling so far that it feels like I’ve sunk through the mattress and all the way into the floor.
Time passes, how long I have no idea.
Then, in a dreamy voice, Kylie says, “Fuck, that was fun.”
8
ADRIK
Iwake up on the bed, no blankets on top of me because they’re all knotted up in a twisted mess on the floor.
Light streams in from the balcony, slicing across the empty mattress that no longer contains Sabrina or the blonde Australian.
I sit up, looking around the empty suite.
I see the pile of wet towels from when we all took a dip in the infinity pool sometime after midnight.
In the living room, dozens of empty dishes scatter across the table from our three-a.m. room service. We gorged ourselves on fresh fruit, french fries, bacon sandwiches, and chocolate cake, then piled back in the bed for another round of sex.
Sometime around sunrise we all fell asleep, curled up in a pile like puppies who played too long.
I don’t care that Kylie left. It stings that Sabrina did, too.
I thought … I guess I thought we connected last night. Enough that she’d still be here in the morning.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, a headache throbbing in my temples. The water bottles next to the bed have all been drained.
Fuck.
The disappointment settling on my shoulders is heavy and dull. I’m trying not to let myself feel it, but it’s impossible to ignore. My night with Sabrina went far beyond what I’d anticipated. I wasn’t ready for it to end.
I’m irritated with myself for falling asleep so hard. I should have heard her get up. I wanted to talk to her.
Our night together is already fading, too intense to be real. The day before me is solid and dreary, the magic disappearing along with Sabrina.
I don’t want to get up, but what else is there to do?
The logistics of shipping my car and my bike back home, of paying for the room and booking a flight for myself, seem tedious in the extreme. I sigh, head in my hands, trying not to think about it.
Before I can push myself up from the mattress, I hear the scrape of a key in the lock.
The door swings open. Sabrina backs in, carrying a coffee in each hand, a brown paper bag clenched in her teeth. She sets one coffee down and hands me the other, taking the bag out of her mouth so she can speak.
“I got you cream with no sugar,” she says. “Did I guess right?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “You did.”
“It’s a gift.” Sabrina grins.
The wave of warmth that washes over me at the sight of her is almost embarrassing. I hadn’t realized how low I was feeling until she buoyed me up again.
