“Wait,” he increased his pace slightly to meet me on the edge and then he pushed up onto his arms to look down at me as he cried, “Now!” and we both came so hard together. Tears fell down my cheeks as my pussy squeezed his cock and Luca hung his head gasping, “Fuck Chloe…so tight….feels….too good.” His cock throbbed as he released every last drop of his come into me, his thrusts becoming slower and erratic as he came down from the high we’d both been catapulted to.
I’d spent years fantasising about this moment, and in all those years I’d never dreamed it would feel like this. All I wanted to do was hold him close and smell him, feel his skin next to mine. I felt so close to this man right now I could have cried. I didn’t think it was possible to love Luca any more than I did, but right now in this post orgasmic state I’d have done anything for him.
He kissed me gently on the lips and pulled himself up off me to sit back between my legs and that’s when the bottom of my world fell out.
“There’s blood.” His face drained of colour and my orgasmic bliss waned as embarrassment, shame and fear trickled into me in its place.
“Did I hurt you? Why is there blood? Chloe….oh fuck.”
The look of confusion and then absolute shock that appeared on his face as the truth dawned on him made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I shot up off the bed and ran for the bathroom, locking the door behind me so I could die of shame right there, in private on the bathroom floor.
Luca banged on the door, he sounded seriously pissed.
“Open this god damn door Chloe! Now!”
Was he mad with me? Had I made a fool out of him or something? I didn’t understand his reaction.
“For fucks sake Chloe don’t shut me out!”
He was pounding so hard on the door now I half expected the panels to crack and for him to be there ‘Here’s Johnny’ style.
“Just fuck off.” I shouted back, if he was going to be mad at me for not being the experienced dirty girl he wanted then I could be mad that he’d been such a man whore over the years.
“For Christ’s sake Chloe, why didn’t you tell me? You’re twenty two years old…Jesus Christ…you’ve been a stripper…how was I to know you were…”
I couldn’t stop myself, I flung the door open pure venom dripping from every pore.
“I’m sorry I disappointed you. Sorry I wasn’t the slutty whore you’d signed up for tonight. You know not all strippers are doing it for sexual kicks, I wasn’t I needed the money. So if it’s experienced pussy you’re looking for Luca, better head back to Gina and her girls. You’ll get what you pay for there.”
His nostrils flared at the mention of Gina’s girls. That really was a sore point for him. Was he ashamed of that? Embarrassed?
“At least I’ve taught you one thing tonight.” I glared at him now with a sly smile. “When I make a promise I keep my word. I told you I’d wait for you, and I did. You couldn’t wait two minutes could you!”
I slammed the door shut in his face, but he didn’t pound on it this time. I heard one bump, maybe a hand, maybe his head and then heavy footsteps retreating. He was leaving, he’d got what he came for and now he was done.
I slumped down to the floor, fighting off the tears that wanted to flow. I wasn’t going to let him break me. I was stronger than that. I played the events of the night over and over in my mind, and reassured myself that I was not in the wrong here. I had done nothing wrong.
Chapter 15
I sat on that bathroom floor for what felt like hours, feeling sorry for myself then talking myself around again. Eventually I got a cold butt so I decided to run a warm bubble bath and sooth my now aching overworked body. As I sank down into the hot water and let a long slow breath out, it began to feel like a cleansing of my body and my soul lying here in this steaming tub and I made up my mind that I had to look on tonight’s catastrophe as a form of closure.
I’d brooded so long over Luca Marquez I had to face the fact that we were never meant to be. We were just too different. Those stars that Freddie loved so much just weren’t lining up right or writing any kind of future for Luca and me. There would be no happy every after, no twist of fate bringing us together. Just a whole heap of heart break and the dreaded walk of shame for me tomorrow.
I let out some cold water and added more hot twice before my skin became so wrinkled I had to get out and dry myself off before I turned into a prune. I wrapped a huge fluffy towel around myself and pressed my ear to the door to listen out for anyone on the other side. No, nothing just silence. I clicked the lock open and peered cautiously around the door. The bedroom was dark, cold and empty.
I left the bathroom and stepped quietly over to the object of my downfall, the bed that had now been stripped bare. How ironic. I glanced around me to see if he was hiding anywhere, perhaps standing in a dark corner watching me, but he wasn’t. All there was in this room was me, standing by the bed with a note placed in the middle of the mattress. I was expecting a ‘Dear John’ letter or a brush off ridding Luca of any blame for what had transpired this evening. It wasn’t what I got.
I did wait for you.
I’ve never loved anyone else.
Only you Chloe.
Oh my God was he telling me he loved me? I slumped down onto the mattress and then lay on my side with my hands covering my face. Why did my life have to be such a fucking mess? I had it all figured out two minutes ago, I’d made my decision and I was leaving. Now I just wanted to curse him for being so god damn stubborn and not telling me this years ago. Why had he left me seven years ago? And why exactly had he never come back?
History had told me the promises written and left behind by Luca weren’t always kept so I guessed this one could be a lie too. I folded the note back up and placed it on the bedside table. I closed my eyes and tried really hard to block out the memories of the evening in this bed, willing them away so they wouldn’t plague my dreams and then minutes later I drifted off to sleep.
The next day I woke to a quiet empty house. After freshening up for the day and dressing in a cute baby pink sundress that finished just above my knees I wondered out of my room to see if anyone was around. There were no signs of life, no used crockery in the kitchen, no cooking smells, only the hum of electrical items and the whoosh of the breeze blowing outside.