Kingmakers, Graduation

8. Adrik

8

ADRIK

I wake 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.

She’s wearing the same black dress from the night before, with my leather jacket thrown over it. The way the jacket hangs down halfway to her knees, the sleeves partly covering her hands, is incredibly endearing. It reminds me how much smaller Sabrina is. She’s vulnerable, more than she would want anyone to perceive.

I like the way my jacket looks on her. I like that she chose to wear it again.

“I thought you left,” I admit.

Sabrina pauses in the process of opening up the brown paper bag. She looks at me, her expression serious.

“Would you have been disappointed if I did?”

I could play it cool. Shrug, or say something callous like, “Your loss.” Instead, I answer honestly.

“For the first time ever … yeah. I would be.”

She fumbles with the bag, removing a couple of pastries, laying them on a clean napkin on the bed. Color stains her cheeks, the same dusty rose of her lips.

“I was just taking Kylie down to her cab—I didn’t want her to have to do the walk of shame alone.”

Catching her wrist, I pull her toward me .

“There’s no walk of shame when you’re shameless.”

Sabrina laughs.

“Not everyone’s as evolved as me.”

I take her face between my hands and kiss her. Her skin is warm from the morning sunshine, her mouth tasting of coffee and vanilla. We’re standing in the wedge of light pouring in through the glass doors. It illuminates the edges of Sabrina’s skin, like she’s filigreed in gold.

When we break apart, her eyes sweep down my naked body. She lets out a snort of amusement.

“That didn’t take much, did it?”

There’s no hiding the effect her kiss has on me. My cock juts straight up between us, fully hard and demanding attention.

Sabrina slides her hand softly up and down its length, her fingers light and cool, my cock throbbing against her palm.

“Hm,” I grunt. “That feels good.”

Sabrina gets that look of mischief I’m already coming to know so well. She keeps running her hand up and down my length, light and teasing, making the head ache each time her fingertips dance over it.

“What feels better …” she says. “This? Or this …”

Dropping to her knees, she runs her tongue all the way from base to tip. She lightly mouths the head, enclosing it within those pillowy lips, flicking at it with her wet, soft tongue …

The groan that wrenches out of me is all the answer she needs .

I’d like to spend the next several hours doing exactly this, but mindful of the activities of the night before, I stop Sabrina, saying, “Let’s get in the shower. I need to clean up.”

“I’d rather swim,” Sabrina says. “It’s a gorgeous day, I don’t want to be inside.”

“You don’t have a swimsuit,” I point out.

We skinny-dipped last night, but it’s full daylight now, and the deck is visible from the beach below.

“Who gives a shit?” Sabrina says.

She slips out of my jacket, laying it carefully over the back of a chair. Then she shimmies out of her dress just as easily, letting it fall in a puddle on the floor.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the look of her naked. She’s got a body like a Maserati, sleek and exotic and expensive.

I stand watching as she pulls open the double doors, striding out to the infinity pool and slipping into the cool blue water without a hint of shyness.

I follow after her, noticing how much louder it is now that the city is awake all around us. I hear the rumble of trucks through the narrow streets, the screech of gulls, and distant shouts from the outdoor market. Below that, the steady rush of the ocean.

Sunlight sparkles across the infinity pool in a thousand diamond points of light. Sabrina dives beneath the surface, her hair floating around her in a dark cloud. When she pops up again, her hair shines like an oil spill down her back, nipples hard and purplish from the cold water .

I drop in next to her, letting the water close over my head. I keep my eyes open, wanting to see how Sabrina looks underwater, that phenomenal body floating and twisting in space.

She’s a mermaid cast in bronze, silvery spiderwebs of light flickering across her skin.

Sabrina sinks down beside me, her hair floating up again, twisting around her like tentacles.

She kisses me underwater, bubbles passing between our lips, tickling my face.

We’re cut off from Old Town, no sound down here. Only the muffled fluttering of our legs and the thud of my heartbeat in my ears. The sun beats down brilliant, the water cool. Sabrina’s flesh slides beneath my hands, slippery and firm.

When we surface we’re still kissing, hungry as if it’s our first time.

I want to fuck her so bad it’s like I’ve never done it yet. Maybe I haven’t, because my attention was divided before—I want it all focused on Sabrina.

I pull her down on my cock, sliding inside her beneath the water, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck.

The water slows my pace, it makes me fuck her steady and deep, each stroke bobbing her a little in and out of the water, her breasts floating on the surface.

We’re weightless together, rotating in the water, the endless view of the ocean swapping positions with the ornate facade of the hotel.

There’s no friction between us, both of us slick as seals. It feels good, but it won’t be enough to make Sabrina cum .

Carrying her over to the steps out of the pool, I sit on the lowest stair, turning Sabrina around so she’s sitting on my lap with her back against my chest. I grip my cock and slide it back inside her, parting her legs so her calves are hooked around the outside of my thighs.

With her thighs spread wide open, her clit is exposed. I reach around with my hand, rubbing her clit with the flat of my fingers, thrusting up inside her so the head of my cock rubs against her from the inside, my hand on the outside.

With my other hand, I pluck and tease her nipples, moving back and forth between her breasts.

Sabrina is trapped in place on top of me, legs spread open, chest exposed. She’s a butterfly pinned to a mat, all her beauty on full display for anyone to see. I wish I had a camera set up in front of her.

Her clit is fully exposed, almost too sensitive to touch. She gasps and squirms, but I keep her legs spread wide over mine, my fingers relentlessly stroking that little nub as it gets firmer and warmer, engorging with blood in much the same way as my cock inside her.

Sabrina is panting, rocking her hips in the limited range of motion she can manage.

She reaches back with both hands, cupping the back of my head, thrusting her fingers into my hair, scratching her nails against my scalp. I turn my mouth toward her, sucking on the side of her neck, sucking hard and rough, not giving a fuck if I mark her. I WANT to mark her. I want to leave a bruise that lasts for a month.

With every thrust, I stroke her clit—short, steady rubs that imitate the sensation of her riding on top of me, the way her clit rubs agains t my lower stomach. That’s what made her cum hardest last night.

I imagine how good this would look on camera, to put Sabrina in this position and fuck her like this, spread wide open, put on display.

The thought is so erotic that I can feel my balls swelling, even in the cold water.

I bounce her harder on my cock, pressing against her clit with my hand, listening to her gasps and moans as they grow deeper, more frantic

“Right there,” she groans, “that’s the spot … hit it … hit it … hit it … ahhhhhhhhhh !”

The sound of her cumming makes me explode. My balls squeeze like a fist and I erupt inside of her, spurt after spurt that feels hotter than lava in the chilly pool.

She’s light and floating in my arms. It’s easy to turn her around to face me, to kiss her again, the taste of arousal thick in her mouth, her body limp and warm as she curls up against me, her head on my shoulder.

The sun bathes us both, the water laps against us and the waves crash far below.

All I can think is how glad I am that she came back.