Page 85 of Blue Gold

“Now, close your eyes and imagine it’s my ass you’re thrusting into.”

He responded with a long groan that went straight to my throbbing dick.

“How tight is my hole?”

“So tight,” he hissed, voice dropping an octave.

“It’s ’cause you’re so big.”

“Oh, God, Elliot.”

“You sure you want to bring God into this?” I asked, closing my eyes to the sounds of his unfolding pleasure. Tucking my bottom lip under my teeth, I increased my pace until I could feel my arousal building in the pit of my stomach. Immersed in the sensation, the phone slipped from between my shoulder and ear, so now it rested on the pillow right next to me. In the background, I could hear Daniel’s breaths growing heavier until he hissed the word fuck, and I knew he was coming. Hard, from the sound of it.

And while he wasn’t here, the sound of his voice and the memory of his touch were enough. A groan ripped from my throat as heat surged through me, and I bucked my hips off the bed while thrusting into my fist. Pleasure gripped me, tightening every muscle in my body as I came into my fist, my body shuddering and my lips calling Daniel’s name as I did. My cock throbbed and pulsed, feeling like fire in my hand until the blaze slowly died, and I was left spent and dry.

With a huge smile, I stared at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling as I began to calm down from the high. My hand was covered with my cum, some of it on my stomach, too. It was a sticky mess, but totally worth it.

After getting a grip, I wiped my hand on the bathrobe, which, thankfully, I’d kept nearby, before I picked up the phone.

“This was fun,” I said, already wanting a repeat.

Daniel let out a tired snort. “I can’t believe I just jerked off in my car.”

“Faith is for the weak.” I licked my lips. “But we can always do it again if it will help you believe it,” I purred when he cleared his throat.

“As tempting as it sounds, I really can’t. I have to get back to my office. Although I doubt I’ll be able to work after this.” He took a deep breath. “I’ll be thinking of you the whole day.”

I clenched the phone tighter as warmth filled my chest and heat flushed my cheeks.

“You promise?”

“I do.”

My heart leaped as tears welled in my eyes, because I wanted to hug him so badly right now it practically hurt.

“So call me tonight. I mean, in your night.” An awkward laugh escaped me. “I’ll pick up whenever.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to, as Claudia and I are going to a benefit tonight.”

It was insane how fast my mood changed. I was high on fucking life until I got a cold slap from reality. Daniel was still with Claudia, meaning I was still the other woman. The dirty little secret he had to hide from his whole family. A family I wasn’t a part of. And would never be a part of. I knew what I had gotten myself into, and in the beginning, I thought I wouldn’t care. I told myself that as long as he had his eyes on me, it didn’t matter that there was a wife waiting for him at home, but that wasn’t true. I wanted Daniel the same way I used to want Jacques—unconditionally.

But so hungry to simply be loved, I settled for whatever leftovers I was handed. And knowing I was the bad guy in this story also didn’t help. I slept with Daniel, well aware he had a wife, so I had no right to complain. And while Daniel promised me he was working on getting a divorce, what if this was all a lie? Maybe he liked this arrangement. With me being thousands of miles away, it was probably a good deal. I mean, I didn’t make it any harder for him. I was easy—an easy lay. But could he be blamed for taking what I so easily offered? My stomach hurt, and I felt like throwing up, when I noticed Daniel was still talking to me.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked while moving to a sitting position, but as I did, the room spun around me.

“I said I’ll call you in the morning. Now, go to sleep. It’s late, and you must rest.”

It is late… about 2:00 a.m.?

Pressing the base of my palm to my forehead, I nodded. “Yeah, okay… Good night,” I said, then quickly ended the call.

Tossing the cell phone on the bed, I tried standing, but my knees buckled, and I almost crashed to the floor. Somehow, I managed to steady myself and quickly ran toward the bathroom. I got to the toilet just in time, and I kneeled on the floor before pouring my guts into the bowl. My throat burned with the acid of my vomit while the stench made me gag even harder until I had nothing left to throw up.

With my head still above the toilet, I squeezed my eyes shut as tears ran down my cheeks and got into my mouth. Their bitter taste mixed with the one of the vomit, and I wanted to puke all over again, except I had nothing left inside of me. I’d thrown up basically everything I ate today, which was no more than steamed fish and half a bowl of rice, yet my stomach still felt overloaded. And not just my stomach, but my chest and head… This unsettledness made me sick, and wanting it to stop, I knew there was only one option.

Slowly getting up from the floor, I flushed the toilet, then went over to the sink. I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror, so I kept my eyes down the whole time I brushed my teeth. Once done, I walked back to my room and put on some clothes and my running shoes. My head still hurt as I tried tying the laces, but I didn’t let the pain stop me. I also didn’t care for the late hour or that I’d already run in the morning because I knew exhausting myself even more would be the only thing to make this ache stop. How did I know it? Because tonight wasn’t the first time this had happened. Tonight wasn’t the first time I needed things to just stop. Besides, working out was a good thing. Right? It wouldn’t only clear my mind but would also keep my body in shape because, ultimately, what would I be if not for my looks? Just another slut who fucks the husbands behind their wives’ backs.

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