Cocky Bastard
Page 29
“Try to relax, sir. You’re extremely tight.”
Forty-minutes later, our massages ended. Chance hadn’t taken his eyes off James’ hands the entire time. I suppose the only reason I knew that was because I hadn’t taken my eyes off of him watching me.
Things were extremely quiet when Anna and James left us alone to get dressed.
Chance’s back was toward me when I asked him, “How do you feel?”
“Tighter than when I walked in.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I just paid 350-dollars to watch a man touching you for an hour.”
“It’s okay for a woman to touch you but not okay for a man to touch me?”
He suddenly turned around before I was dressed, prompting me to cover my breasts with my shirt.
“It’s not okay for a man to touch you when I fucking can’t,” he snapped before turning back around, allowing me to finish getting dressed. After several seconds of silence, he finally said, “I’m sorry, Princess. I acted like a fucking asshole.”
I really loved his jealousy.
“You’re lucky I’m drawn to assholes. Cocky bastards, too.” Pulling my arms through my shirt, I said, “Turn around, asshole.”
“Since I’m batting zero, I’d like to give you back your pass to choose what we do for the rest of the day.”
“I’ll take it. I think we both need to cool off. Plus, we’re all sticky from that oil. Why don’t we just hang out at the pool?”
“I’m down for that.”
“Wait…we don’t have swimsuits.”
“We’ll buy them at the shop downstairs. My treat if I can pick yours.” He winked.
“Deal.”
“Really?” He looked surprised. “You trust me?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “I do.”
This was the new Aubrey. Carefree. I wasn’t going to get attached. I was going to loosen up and have fun with him.
“Alright.”
Chance surprised me with his choice of bikini. There were some really skimpy string ones, but he chose one with a modest sports bra top and a bottom that covered most of my ass. It was white with little black polka dots and had a small ruffle over the back of the bottom. He also bought a pair of sleek black swim trunks for himself that hugged his ass beautifully.
We found two white lounge chairs next to each other and had brought snacks and magazines. It was late in the afternoon, so the pool area wasn’t as crowded. We’d both taken a dip together before returning to our spot to chill. So far, this might have been my favorite part of the trip.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked.
“Something frozen and fruity.”
Chance got up to head to the bar. A few girls were ogling him as he sauntered toward the other side of the pool. He didn’t seem to notice how often people checked him out. Maybe he noticed but just wasn’t affected by it.
After he returned with two daiquiris, we drank in silence.
Playing with the paper umbrella in my drink, I looked over at him. “This is nice.”
He smiled. “I’m pretty sure if there was anything I could choose to be doing in the world right now, it would be this.”
“This pool is beautiful.”
“It’s not just the place. It’s the company.”
As he looked over at me in that moment, his eyes were telling me a story. They were telling me that he’d truly meant what he said. I believed that Chance wanted me, that he wanted to be with me, but that he truly couldn’t. Whatever it was that was holding him back was something out of his control. Those pesky feelings I’d been trying to suppress began to creep up again, so I buried my face in an InTouch Weekly magazine. Chance was sucking on a red Pixy stick when I got a sudden craving for sugar and asked, “You have any more of those?”
“I just might,” he said, winking as he dug into the plastic bag we’d brought and handed me one.
I started to suck on it and barely anything was coming out. Then, I looked down and noticed that there was a hole at the bottom end of the stick. The orange powder had spilled out onto my stomach.
Chance laughed. “Messy girl.”
“Do you have a napkin?”
“No need,” he said. “Let me.”
Faster than I could blink, Chance leaned over me and lowered his head to my stomach. He slowly ran his tongue along my navel, licking upward in one straight line to just inches from my breasts. I writhed under him, feeling a total loss of control as he lapped up all of the powder.
Forty-minutes later, our massages ended. Chance hadn’t taken his eyes off James’ hands the entire time. I suppose the only reason I knew that was because I hadn’t taken my eyes off of him watching me.
Things were extremely quiet when Anna and James left us alone to get dressed.
Chance’s back was toward me when I asked him, “How do you feel?”
“Tighter than when I walked in.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I just paid 350-dollars to watch a man touching you for an hour.”
“It’s okay for a woman to touch you but not okay for a man to touch me?”
He suddenly turned around before I was dressed, prompting me to cover my breasts with my shirt.
“It’s not okay for a man to touch you when I fucking can’t,” he snapped before turning back around, allowing me to finish getting dressed. After several seconds of silence, he finally said, “I’m sorry, Princess. I acted like a fucking asshole.”
I really loved his jealousy.
“You’re lucky I’m drawn to assholes. Cocky bastards, too.” Pulling my arms through my shirt, I said, “Turn around, asshole.”
“Since I’m batting zero, I’d like to give you back your pass to choose what we do for the rest of the day.”
“I’ll take it. I think we both need to cool off. Plus, we’re all sticky from that oil. Why don’t we just hang out at the pool?”
“I’m down for that.”
“Wait…we don’t have swimsuits.”
“We’ll buy them at the shop downstairs. My treat if I can pick yours.” He winked.
“Deal.”
“Really?” He looked surprised. “You trust me?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “I do.”
This was the new Aubrey. Carefree. I wasn’t going to get attached. I was going to loosen up and have fun with him.
“Alright.”
Chance surprised me with his choice of bikini. There were some really skimpy string ones, but he chose one with a modest sports bra top and a bottom that covered most of my ass. It was white with little black polka dots and had a small ruffle over the back of the bottom. He also bought a pair of sleek black swim trunks for himself that hugged his ass beautifully.
We found two white lounge chairs next to each other and had brought snacks and magazines. It was late in the afternoon, so the pool area wasn’t as crowded. We’d both taken a dip together before returning to our spot to chill. So far, this might have been my favorite part of the trip.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked.
“Something frozen and fruity.”
Chance got up to head to the bar. A few girls were ogling him as he sauntered toward the other side of the pool. He didn’t seem to notice how often people checked him out. Maybe he noticed but just wasn’t affected by it.
After he returned with two daiquiris, we drank in silence.
Playing with the paper umbrella in my drink, I looked over at him. “This is nice.”
He smiled. “I’m pretty sure if there was anything I could choose to be doing in the world right now, it would be this.”
“This pool is beautiful.”
“It’s not just the place. It’s the company.”
As he looked over at me in that moment, his eyes were telling me a story. They were telling me that he’d truly meant what he said. I believed that Chance wanted me, that he wanted to be with me, but that he truly couldn’t. Whatever it was that was holding him back was something out of his control. Those pesky feelings I’d been trying to suppress began to creep up again, so I buried my face in an InTouch Weekly magazine. Chance was sucking on a red Pixy stick when I got a sudden craving for sugar and asked, “You have any more of those?”
“I just might,” he said, winking as he dug into the plastic bag we’d brought and handed me one.
I started to suck on it and barely anything was coming out. Then, I looked down and noticed that there was a hole at the bottom end of the stick. The orange powder had spilled out onto my stomach.
Chance laughed. “Messy girl.”
“Do you have a napkin?”
“No need,” he said. “Let me.”
Faster than I could blink, Chance leaned over me and lowered his head to my stomach. He slowly ran his tongue along my navel, licking upward in one straight line to just inches from my breasts. I writhed under him, feeling a total loss of control as he lapped up all of the powder.
