Counterpoint (Hystoria #3)

10. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

I grimace as he slides out of me with caution, the remnants of his release trickling out of me. While that’s undeniably hot, it’s not the greatest feeling in the world at the same time.

My heart sinks as he suddenly gets up and walks over to the bathroom without a word. Fuck. This is it. The moment he realises he’s fucked one of his best friends' sister. The moment where he remembers that I’m ‘undateable.’ Then again, I guess he said ‘undateable,’ not ‘unfuckable.’

I close my eyes to soften the sting behind them and blindly reach for a pillow to bury my face in. I won’t move anymore today. I’m not even sure I could, even if I wanted to.

God, this was a terrible idea. The rest of this trip is going to be so damn awkward. Just the thought of spending the next few days with him, confined to the tiny space of Lola, makes me grimace. Then again, Lola needs to be repaired, but the prospect of having to share a hotel room with him after a rejection doesn’t really sound any more appealing.

Suddenly, something soft touches my skin and then wipes his cum off my thighs, ripping me away from my rushed thoughts. Startled, I glance behind me, only to find him tenderly cleaning me with one of the hotel’s plush towels.

“Come on,” he says, extending his hand toward me after he’s thrown the towel in the direction of the bathroom. “We’ve gotta clean you up.”

I shake my head. “Not moving,” I let him know and bury my face back into the pillow, glancing at him from the corner of my eyes. Weariness is making my limbs heavy, and my eyes are already falling closed. I don’t even have enough energy to lift my head. Getting up to shower is definitely not happening.

An emotion I can’t place crosses his eyes. At this point, I know he’s more than capable of handling me, but when he flexes his strength and slides his arms beneath my body, my initial response is a surprised squeak. Next thing I know, he picks me up effortlessly, carrying me in a bridal style to the bathroom. My heart races as we move, and I can’t deny that a part of me is enjoying the princess treatment. I think I deserve it after I let this man rearrange my guts. Also, the way he easily manhandles my body is really fucking hot.

Suddenly, panic shoots through me. He can’t see my bruises, not after what we just did. I’m sure I have a ton of new ones all over my body now, but I don’t want him to see Tom’s and regret what we did.

“No light,” I mumble.

“Huh? ”

“No light,” I repeat, a bit clearer. “It’ll wake me up; want to sleep after.”

“I need some light to see, Harp.” He chuckles but leaves the lights in the bathroom off.

Finally, he puts me down in the shower, but my legs are wobbling like those of a freshly born fawn. He wrecked me, and he knows it. He quickly steps out of the shower to turn on the lights in the bedroom and leaves the door open a tiny crack so a sliver of light brightens the bathroom. That should work. I mean, maybe I’m also paranoid. Maybe they’re not visible anymore after all. But better safe than sorry.

Without missing a beat, he pulls me against him, pressing my back against the shower wall to keep me upright. His hands wander all over my body, slicking me up with the hotel shower gel that smells like cherry blossoms and spring. He’s gentle, his touch soft, the exact opposite of the way he handled me in bed.

His hands feel really damn good on my body. Even though I might just fall asleep standing up, my body reacts to him, my nipples tightening and need filling my core again.

“Can you try to hold onto me? I’ll wash your hair,” he asks softly, and I nod wordlessly, shifting my weight against his naked body. His hands move to my sensitive scalp, massaging it as though he’s apologizing to my hair for pulling it, and I can’t help but close my eyes to enjoy it and let out a soft moan. Massaging my scalp and playing with my hair is my kryptonite. Sue me.

He lets out a low chuckle, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he playfully nips at my earlobe. “I knew you’d be a greedy little minx,” he says with a low, husky voice. I want to protest and shove a witty reply at him, but my brain is mush. I’m glad it manages to send out the signals to keep my body upright.

But his words send a delicious shiver down my spine. Yet I really have no more energy in me for today. Sadly. Any other day with less emotional turmoil, we’d be going for rounds two and three soon. So I blindly reach back and pinch his waist.

“Yeah, I know,” he assures me and rinses my hair before working conditioner into my ends. How the fuck does he know how to use conditioner properly? “I wore you out. I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“Never said I wanted you to,” I answer sleepily and hide a yawn behind the back of my hand. “Feel free to do that anytime.” I force my eyes open and grin up at him cheekily.

“I should spank you,” he chuckles, shaking his head at me.

I close my eyes again and nod. “Hell, yes, you should.”

“You’re dangerous,” he says with a smile in his voice as he leads me back under the shower stream.

“No, just horny.” I shrug, smiling contently. “And really fucking tired.”

“I got it, princess,” he says and rinses my hair. My legs still feel weak but now strong enough to step out of the shower by myself and wrap my body in another giant towel. Si soaps himself up quickly before he follows suit. I finish drying myself off and look at him expectantly.

“What is it?” He regards me with a confused look on his face.

I lift my arms like a child wanting to be picked up, and he erupts into laughter.

“Seriously?” He steps closer and leans down until I can slide my arms around his neck .

“As a heart attack,” I confirm and nod, grinning when I get my way and he picks me up. I could absolutely get used to this. I sneakily turn off the light as we pass by the light switch. This time, he lays me onto the mattress more gently than the last time he carried me into this room, even going so far as kicking the blanket aside to lay me onto the sheets and covering me with it once I’m comfortable on the bed.

He remains in front of the bed, looking at me. I can’t see his expression in the dark, but everything about his posture screams ‘unsure’ and ‘confused. I look back at him, just as puzzled. “What are you doing? Get in here.”

“Are you sure?” He sounds uncertain. How can this man who just hit me with ‘I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you’ now turn shy? It’s kind of adorable, to be honest.

“You just rearranged my fucking guts. I deserve a cuddle. Now get your ass in here,” I demand and pat the mattress next to me.

Uncertainty still clouds his face as he rounds the bed and climbs under the covers, staying so close to the edge of the mattress I’m surprised his giant frame doesn’t tumble onto the ground.

“Why are you so far away? I said I need a goddamn cuddle.” I pout and scoot closer, finding his whole body tense and stiff. “Are you serious?”

I prop myself up on my elbow and look at him. He stares at me helplessly and unsure. I sigh and grab his arm, pulling him away from the edge and closer to me. I put his arm over the pillows and lay my head on it, facing away from him. Then I scoot my body closer to his, reaching blindly behind me to grab his other arm, pull it over my waist and force him to spoon me. I cuddle his forearm between my breasts, both of my arms clinging to it like I’m snuggling a plush toy. Meanwhile, I scoot my butt back until it’s nestled against his groin. Yeah, this is nice.

He chuckles and drops a kiss onto the crown of my head. “You’re demanding.”

“Is that a dealbreaker?” I wonder sleepily.

“Nothing about you is a dealbreaker,” he mumbles against my hair, and I smile contently.

“I thought I was undateable,” I remind him jokingly and feel him tense against my back. “Calm down, I’m teasing you. I’m over it.”

“I’m sorry,” he mutters and presses his lips against the top of my head. “I was an asshole. I felt protective over you, and before I knew it, I said something dumb.”

“Yeah, you did,” I say and squeeze his hand. “My teenage heart was broken.”

“Wait, what?” he asks, surprised. His hand grabs my chin, trying to make me turn to him, but I pull it off. Nope, no way am I going to turn around. The room might be dark, but my face turns so red I wouldn’t be surprised if it glowed in the dark. He didn’t know?

“Hell no, I’m not telling you that to your face. Take it facing away, or I’ll take it to the grave with me,” I say abashedly and bury my red face in my hands.

But he doesn’t have it and shuffles to climb onto me and cover my body with his, trying to pull my hands away from my face. “What do you mean your teenage heart was broken?”

“I had a really big crush on you. I can’t believe you didn’t realise.” I look at him through a gap in my fingers. He lets his head hang low, shame flashing in his eyes.

“No. I didn’t. Shit, Harp, I’m so sorry.”

“I forgive you,” I mumble and pull him back down to spoon me. He has other plans, though, and rearranges us until he’s laying on his back, and I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his chest.

“Do you regret it?” I ask softly, taking in the sound of his heart beating right under my ear and the way his chest rises and falls with his breaths.

“This?” His hand finds my hair, his fingertips drawing slow circles on my scalp. I sigh contently and close my eyes as I answer.

“Yeah.”

I feel him shake his head. “The only thing I regret about today is not looking for a hotel earlier.”

“If you had, we probably wouldn’t have hate-fucked, though.” I grin against his chest.

“You’re right.” He chuckles, and I grin when it shakes my whole body. “And that was really damn hot.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

I can hear the smile in his voice as he answers. “Tonight?”

“Oh, hell no.” I yawn. I have nothing left to give tonight. “In general?”

“In general, yes.”

“Good.” Another yawn. “Because I would really, really like to do it again.”

“We’ve got a deal.”

“Good,” I repeat with a smile and close my eyes. Silence falls in the room, only broken by our soft breaths. Funny how just an hour ago, it was filled with lewd pants, groans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. I couldn’t tell you which I prefer.

And for the first time in a while, I fall asleep quickly and not scared.

I wake in the middle of the night. For the first time in a while, it’s not because of a nightmare, though. No, this time, I need to pee.

It takes a lot of willpower and strength to wrestle myself out of his hold. He’s holding me so tightly that I feel like a plush toy in his grip, and under different circumstances, there’s no way in hell I’d try to slip out of his hold.

But my bladder is relentless, so I scoot out of his grasp. I freeze when he moves, a dissatisfied grunt leaving him before he turns around and continues to sleep.

I sneak into the bathroom when my eyes land on my bag in the corner. Quietly, I take it into the bathroom with me, and even more quietly, I take my makeup out of it.

It feels ridiculous. It probably is ridiculous.

But I don’t want him to see.

My whole body is covered in marks from our passionate encounter, but he doesn’t need to see the marks another man left on me. I don’t want him to. Logically, I know what happened wasn’t my fault, but there’s a barricade in my mind that shoots up. I don’t want him to know.

So I close the bathroom door, turn on the light, and put on makeup at two in the morning before I sneak back into bed.

This time, Si wakes before me. When I slip into consciousness, the first thing I feel is his finger drawing gently circles over my naked stomach and his lips on my hair, his breath feathering across the top of my head.

The second thing I feel is his hard cock on the small of my back.

I don’t want to spook him, so I keep my breath even and my eyes shut, enjoying him spooning me for just a while longer.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispers against my head, and I feel his mouth transforming into a smile.

“No, I’m not,” I answer sleepily and snuggle further into him. He pinches my arm, and I wince but make no attempt to move. Then I feel him shuffle behind me, and suddenly, he climbs over me, laying back down in front of me so we’re face to face.

“So… we did that,” he says, his eyebrows knitted together in uncertainty. His face is only inches away from mine, close enough that I can count his freckles and realise for the first time that he has moss-green specks in his hazel eyes. I look away, flustered, contemplating his words.

I assume with ‘that’ he means ‘I fucked you through two of the best orgasms of your life and until your legs gave out.’ And he’d be correct. We did that. He did that.

“Yeah,” I answer him, suddenly shy. “We did that.” His eyes wander over my face, and I wonder if he spots any new-to-him details. But his poker face doesn’t give anything away.

“Now what?” he asks, lifting his hand to brush a strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips on my skin make my heart flutter, and I look at his chin instead of his eyes nervously.

“That’s a good question,” I say sheepishly and take a deep breath. “I’m actually not looking to jump into a new relationship right now. ”

“Good. Neither am I.” He nods, repeating the movement even though there’s no more hair on my face.

“But I have to admit, it was… good.” I feel my cheeks fill with heat, and I just know my face is fire-red. “So, as I said, I wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.”

“Good. Me neither, but I wanted to make sure,” he says and lays his hand against my hot cheek. “You’re really cute when you blush.” He looks so sincere, and the way he says it makes my heart thump loudly in my chest.

“Only during this trip?” I propose, searching his face for confirmation. “And after that, we’re going our separate ways again?”

He takes a moment to let my words sink in and contemplate them. “Only this trip,” he finally agrees and gives me a slight nod.

“I need some ground rules, though.” I rub my forehead as I try to think of them. This is a dangerous plan. I had a crush on him once, and while it simmered down, I’m sure bringing a match close to it might set the fucking house ablaze. And, as he said himself, I’m definitely playing with fire.

Then again, he’s made me feel better than I have in years. Not only the way he fucked me and made me come twice but the way he cared for me afterwards as well.

Maybe this is the time to indulge myself. I’m going to Windmeadow for a new beginning, a perfect chance to make a clear cut from whatever is going to be happening between us on the trip there.

“Sure. Hit me,” he says, and I slap his arm. He bursts into laughter. “With your rules, I mean.”

“I know,” I reply and wink at him, taking another moment to think of them. “First, no more conversations where all you’re doing is grunting or giving me one-word answers. I’m not letting you rail me and not hold up a conversation.” I poke his chest to reiterate my point. “I have some standards when it comes to people I share my bed with.”

“Okay, two-word minimum, I think I can do that.” Another poke, this time harder. “Fine, fine. I’ll dial down the grump. No promises to what comes out of my mouth before the first coffee of the day, though.”

“Sounds like a deal.” I nod. “Second, we’re not telling Jake. He would probably freak the fuck out, and I don’t want to deal with that.”

Honestly, I don’t think he’d give a flying fuck about the two of us doing the vertical tango, but I’m very sure he would be incredibly worried about me jumping into it too quickly after the Tom debacle. And he wouldn’t even be wrong. I might not be in the right headspace for this, but I appreciate Si fucking all thoughts out of me until I’m so exhausted I can sleep through the night without any nightmares. If that’s what it takes to get over Tom, at least temporarily, and let me have a good night’s sleep, I’m okay with that.

“Yes, he fucking would. So I’m on board with that.” He slides his arm over my waist and resumes drawing small circles against the small of my back.

“Third, no romantic feelings,” I say and gulp. I just hope I can stick to that rule. “Or we need to stop. I’m not looking for another heartbreak here.” An emotion crosses his eyes, but I can’t quite place it.

“Roger,” he answers and trails a path down my spine with the barest of touches, making the hair on my arm stand up .

“And finally,” I say, a smile spreading on my lips. “You need to fuck me like you hate me at least one more time. Because that was fucking hot.”

“I can do that.” He leans closer, challenge and mischief, making his eyes light up. “If you do the same. Tear me apart, wildfire.”

“Only if you wreck me,” I mumble against his lips before they crash against mine, igniting a blazing fire in my stomach. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

His hands are pinning down my wrists next to my body as his shoulders force my legs to spread around his head while his mouth is going to town on my pussy, eating it like a man starved. His hot breath tickles against my inner thighs, and the feeling of his morning stubble against my skin makes my legs on his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.

I can’t help but moan and writhe beneath him when his lips lock onto my sensitive folds, my hips grinding my wet core against his face. It turns into hoarse screams when his thumb tortures my clit with rough circles before he replaces it with his tongue, flicking and swirling my sensitive spot, making my body hum in pleasure.

And then he really goes at it, devouring me like I’m his favorite meal. He’s relentless, exploring every fucking inch of my wet pussy with his mouth. He’s got me right on the edge already when his tongue dips inside me. I can’t get enough, my legs thrashing against his back as he unravels me .

I want to bury my hands in his hair and pull him exactly where I want his tongue, but all I can do is lie at his mercy and let him have his way with me.

He is so goddamn skilled. Granted, as a rockstar, I doubt he ever lacked the willing volunteers to perfect his pussy-eating skills. And holy shit, if there was a trophy for those skills, he’d be the one to take it home.

I’m gasping and whimpering, completely lost in pleasure, until suddenly, the room phone starts blaring its annoying ringtone. Talk about terrible timing. I shoot him a desperate look. Who could it be?

“Answer it,” he demands, his voice all low with a cheeky undertone. My eyes jump to his.

“No way,” I protest, my words transitioning into a moan as he flicks my clit. “Absolutely no-ohhhht, I’m not answering it,” I moan, shaking my head and whimpering as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He can’t be serious.

“Yes, you will,” he says, sinking a finger inside me, a devilish glint in his eyes as I gasp in response. “Or I’ll stop right now and go downstairs to get breakfast.”

My eyes narrow at him. He wouldn’t dare leave me hanging like this, would he? But that smug grin on his face tells me he absolutely would. And he’d probably enjoy it.

“I’m counting from three.” He sounds gleeful, way too smug for my liking. “Three.”

I take a deep breath and weigh my options. Well, at least I try to. I weigh them as well as anyone could, with a finger moving inside them, driving them crazy and barely holding them together .

“Two.” A whimper escapes my lips as he adds another finger, stretching me while he explores my walls with them. I am so past the point of return. So, with a desperate sigh of determination, I reach for the damn phone, my hand trembling with need and pleasure. I press that godforsaken answer button and bring the device to my ear. I try to wiggle away from him before answering, but he’s not having it. And I hate that I love it.

I answer the phone with a shaky breath. “This is Harper Shaw.” As soon as the words leave my lips, he crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot with pinpoint accuracy. I inhale sharply, swallowing the moan that threatened to escape me at the last second as a mix of shock, pleasure and embarrassment course through me.

That fucker. I glare at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to play me right.

“This is Mr Smith from the reception,” a strange voice answers, and I bite on my lip to keep my cool as Si’s fingers fuck into me harder, his thumb finding my clit as his mouth presses kisses along my inner thigh, nipping the skin occasionally. Oh, I am so going to get him back for this.

“There is a tow truck for your vehicle. May I allow them to load up your car?” I struggle to keep my cool, glaring at the man between my legs. But he’s too busy even to realise. I clear my throat to mask the moan I can’t quite hold back. God, I can’t show my face again at the reception.

“Yes, please,” I manage to reply, my voice strained. I want to hit Si over the head with the phone. The threat of being heard heightens my senses, and I’m also the kind of woman who wants exactly what she can’t have or do. It takes everything in me not to throw this damn phone against the plain hotel room wall and scream in pleasure instead of trying or at least pretending to remain somewhat cool and have this conversation over with.

The voice on the phone continues, oblivious to the torture I’ve subjected myself to. “There is some paperwork you will need to fill out; please do so shortly.”

“Yes, I understand. I will be right down,” I promise him. “Thank you.” A guttural moan escapes my lips as his lips now catch my clit between them, teasing it with his tongue and grazing teeth. At the last second, I manage to disguise it as a cough, and my hand flies in front of my mouth to stifle it. “Is that all?” I close my eyes and greedily inhale through my nose as Si abuses my clit while fucking me with his fingers, with each thrust hitting my sweet spot with precision. The familiar pressure builds in my core, and I know I’m about to explode.

“Yes, that will be all. Thank you, Ms. Shaw.”

“Thank you, too,” I mutter, quickly hanging up the phone and chucking it onto the nightstand without a second thought. My hand flies to Si’s head, and I grab onto his hair for dear life as I come undone. The pressure he’s been creating inside me with his skilled fingers, mouth, and tongue finally reaches its peak, and damn, I can’t hold it back any longer. I explode, coming all over his eager face, and he laps it up greedily, like a man starved for a taste.

Again, he doesn’t stop there. Instead, he keeps pressing on that sweet spot inside me, driving me wild. I moan and whimper, thrashing under him, my body still quivering from the intensity of my previous orgasm.

And just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the pleasure builds again, that familiar tension coiling deep within me. I’m on the verge, ready to explode once more. The anticipation fuels my desire, intensifying every damn sensation.

I let go, losing myself completely, as another mind-shattering climax overtakes me. Si continues to abuse my sweet spot until I’m an incoherently mumbling mess, and I can’t help but let go and surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that floods me. My walls convulse around his fingers, and I whimper his name as he continues to play my oversensitive pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans and scrambles up. I shudder when he pulls his fingers out of me. He starts jerking himself off, his hand moving like lightning along his hard, throbbing cock. His eyes lock with mine, hunger and lust blazing in their depths.

Looking like a fucking work of art crafted by the finest of sculptors, he kneels above me, his perfect cock pointed at the ceiling as he drives himself towards release. I can’t tear my eyes away from him, completely mesmerized by the way his muscles move in the morning light and the way his face is succumbing to the pleasure, with his eyebrows knitted in desperation and a red tinge on his cheeks. Red suits him

The room fills with the sound of his moans and the slick, rhythmic strokes of his hand on his length. He’s getting closer, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. His grip tightens around his shaft, his muscles tensing.

He grins at me, that wicked glint in his hooded eyes telling me he’s thoroughly enjoying giving me a show. And then, without holding back any longer, he reaches his peak. His body tenses and a low groan escapes his lips. His cum spills all over my stomach and breasts, painting my skin. A drop even makes it up to my chin .

His eyes lock onto mine, hungrily following every move I make. I lap up the drop at my chin with my finger, and without a second thought, I bring it to my lips and greedily lick it up.

“Hmm, you taste good,” I purr with a playful wink, locking eyes with him as I let my words hang in the air.

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” he groans, throwing his head back in a blissful haze. With a satisfied smirk, I get up and head to the bathroom to clean myself up—time for breakfast.