After a week in rehab, yesterday marked a highlight as Lior visited. It was the most excitement I'd felt since arriving. Turns out, Jackie's mother discovered the details of our first night together in the guest room. Since then, she became unusually quiet, drowning her sorrows in nightly drinks. Lior, unable to change her course, simply let it unfold. I find myself longing for his company and his vibrant antics. Yesterday, as we embraced, I sensed something amiss. With a calm demeanor, he asked,
"Is $2,000 enough?" discreetly, ensuring it wasn't in front of any cameras. I persuaded a staff member to unlock my room, and he handed over the money to resolve the situation. As she left, I questioned him, "You really just bribed her?" He silenced me with a gesture, pressing me against the wall. "Shut up."
He pressed his lips against mine assertively, closing the door with a confident boot. Tilting my head away, he panted, "What's wrong? Let's just have fun, baby. Let's just have fun," he whispered, breathless. Stepping back, I hesitated.
Lior cupped my cheek, reassuring, "It's okay, nothing for you to be concerned about." I stared at him briefly, allowing his kisses as his hands explored my body. Sensing his touch on my bulge, my breath quickened as he kissed my neck. With surprising intensity, he pulled down my pants, licking his lips.
In uncharted territory, I tilted my head back, groaning as he took me into his mouth. Just watching him intensified my desire. A loud grunt escaped me as I urged him closer. After about 30 seconds, he pulled away, coughed slightly, and wiped his mouth. "Sorry, I got carried away," he admitted, panting.
Silence hung in the air as he approached, kissing my neck and lifting my shirt to lick my chest, accompanied only by the sound of our breaths. He stood there, caressing my face, and whispered in my ear, "Take control and fuck me, Chase."
"I can't... I don't know," I hesitated.
"You can... just take control," he encouraged. I grabbed his face, kissing him aggressively, and we tumbled onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, he chuckled between kisses. I paused to remove my shirt as he discarded his top and pants.
Kissing him once more, I admitted, "I've never been on top before."
He smiled, "It's like fucking a woman, but just a little rougher from beginning to end... I'll guide you." I nodded, and with his guidance, I entered him.
"Perfect," he groaned.
I loved locking eyes with him; his intense gaze met mine. Kissing him, I thrust slowly.
"A little faster... with longer strokes," he groaned.
I nodded, adjusting my pace. Gripping the sheets, he encouraged, "There you go."
"Stop grabbing the sheets and grab onto me," I groaned. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he clawed at my back, listening to his groans and adjusting my pace to go faster.
I began gently stroking his penis as I increased my pace, watching him tremble and grunt intensely as he reached climax. Feeling him pulsate in my hand with four powerful grunts, I too came inside him with equal intensity. We both went limp as I attempted to catch my breath, lying over his shoulder.
Placing both hands on my face, he kissed me deeply. Sliding from under me, he then pushed my face into the pillow. Lying on my stomach, catching my breath, I grunted as I felt him inside me. I had missed that sensation.
Immediately gripping the sheets, I moaned intensely from his presence. "Faster, please," I begged. He tightened his grip on my neck, proceeding to choke me, thrusting faster than usual.
I made sounds and experienced sensations I never had before. He thrusted even harder, pulling my hair back, and whispered dirty talk in my ear. Shivers ran down my spine as I called his name, trembling intensely.
He panted and lay beside me.
He kissed my lips before he sat up and looked at his watch "It's Penelope, apparently it's an emergency and I need to go."
I grabbed his hand and kissed it "I love you."
He kissed my hand while it was in his "I love you too and I'll see you soon."
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"Am I wrong for overthinking it?", I sat there across from my shrink.
"Oh, your relationship with him or his intentions?", she finished taking a sip of her coffee.
"Both", I sunk in my chair.
"He's picking you up today right?", She asked.
"Yeah", I sounded nervous.
"Well, I'm assuming he may of gotten busy. Sometimes us as human beings tend to internalize absence as abandonment when in reality they're just as busy as you are in their own lives", she smiled.
"Well that's all the time we have. I believe you have to go pack up your room and he should be here to pick you up by 11am", she continued.
"Okay", I stood up and walked back to my room stuck in thought.
What would I say when I saw him? What if he got back with his wife? What if he was using me to fulfill his urges then went back to his perfect life?
I opened my door and sat in my room spacing out staring at the clock anxiously waiting for someone to let me know he was here. I was so anxious I had packed all my shit a day before.
I fell onto my bed staring at the ceiling sighing . "Maybe a nap will help", I anxiously whispered to myself.
I began to close my eyes and quickly I heard "Chase Johnson!" I quickly darted my eyes towards the door.
I saw a woman in a blue polo and khaki pants "Your ride is here! I'll escort you to the front."
I quickly jumped out of bed to grab my shit in a brown paper Baggie , I followed the lady down the hall. It felt like the longest walk of my life.
I eagerly walked past the last corner where my smile had faded.
"Jackie", I spoke.
The woman who escorted me spoke "I'll leave you guys to it!"
"Wh-What's with the Uniform?", I nervously laughed.
She looked tired and dull, as if the life had been sucked right out of her.
"My mother wanted me to pick you up", she spoke sadly avoiding eye contact.
"Where's your father?", my voice had a bit of hope still attached to it.
"Get in the car and I'll tell you… I don't want to just talk about this shit in the front lobby!", she sounded increasingly nervous and irritated.
I sped walked to the car and waited for her to catch up .
She unlocked the door and I through everything in the back seat.
"So what is it Jackie ? Why are you waiting so long to tell me where he is?"
"He's with my mother. They're back together and they're happy, Chase."