VAIN: Part One(14)
"Turn to the left." He inches against my thigh with his hand. "Alexa, to the left."
I stay frozen where I am. The defeat that is racing through my body is going to steal away any fetching image that he may think is nestled there. Before another second passes I'm reasonably sure that I'm going to look pissed, disappointed and I may even explode from pent up sexual frustration.
"Alexa?" He's pushing harder on my thigh now and the intimacy of the touch isn't helping in the least. "Roll a little to the left."
I shake my head slightly. "Are we going to f*ck?" Why bother with formalities like being demure when you're tied to a hot guy's bed with a condom right next to you? All the pieces of the puzzle where I get to come again are there; I just need Noah to focus enough to put it altogether and in me now.
He darts to his feet above me and my question is instantly answered. "Your skin is gorgeous right now. It's perfect. To the left, Alexa."
I roll slightly to the left, which only ensures that the unopened condom package is now the center of my focus. "Like this?" I ask facetiously.
"Just like that," he says, completely and blissfully unaware of how disappointed I am.
Chapter 12
"You're taking off?" A bottle of beer dangles from his hand as he saunters back into what I've now coined as the room of broken dreams. Orgasmic dreams, that is.
Considering how focused he was when he was taking my picture, there's no use bringing up the almost f*cking session that never happened. That large, veiny, thick ship has sailed right past my vagina. "I'm meeting a friend." Why bother offering more? He obviously got me all worked into a horny frenzy so he could take my picture. A*shole.
"A boyfriend?" He cocks a brow as he settles on the edge of the bed.
Did he seriously just ask me if I have a boyfriend? That might have been a more appropriate question before his face was buried tongue deep between my thighs. "Boyfriend?" I repeat back.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He brings the bottle to his mouth and I watch him take a large gulp of the beer.
"No boyfriend." I chuckle half-heartedly.
"You're pissed that I didn't f*ck you, aren't you?" The amusement lacing the question grates on my nerves.
He's an egomaniac. He wants to hear me tell him that my body is empty now that it will never have the pleasure of officially meeting the Noah Foster's cock. "Not at all." That actually sounded semi-sincere. I just need to keep up this veil of obscurity until I'm at the club with some random guy's hand up my skirt.
"You're lying."
Sweet Jesus, seriously? Are you actually allowed to be this in awe of yourself because you've sold a few dozen photographs worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?
"I'm not lying," I answer. To be precise, I'm not actually lying about being pissed that we didn't have sex. I am lying about the fact that I'm lying. I'm enraged that he had me wanting him so much and he could just drop it all in favor of a picture. I'm also humiliated by it.
"Where are you and your non-boyfriend going?" he asks, doing very little to hide the obvious enjoyment in his voice.
I'll use one of his signature moves and ignore the line of questioning. "How many more sessions do you think we'll need to have?"
"Why?" He's delving into my playbook now with the question in answer to a question. He's more blonde than he looks considering he's a gorgeous brunette.
"I need to focus on some school stuff." I scan my phone and look for any messages from my friend, Kayla. We're supposed to meet in less than twenty minutes downtown and I want to make sure that she's not bailing on me at the last minute too.
"What kind of school stuff?" He edges forward as if he's trying to get a glimpse of my smartphone screen.
"Just stuff." I toss my phone back into my bag. "If you could give me a rough schedule of the days and times you need me that would be great."
"I guess I could do that." He scratches his head right behind his ear before pulling his hand across his forehead. "I'll text it to you. Tomorrow, okay?"
"That's perfect."
"You're actually going to leave? You don't want to finish what we started?" His hand lazily runs over the tip of his semi-erect penis. How is it that I've never seen him with a limp dick?
I pull my gaze back to his face and think for a moment before I speak. "If it was meant to happen, it would have."
"So that's it?" There actual surprise in his voice. I'm not sure if he's trying to temper that or not, but it's obvious that he wasn't expecting me to pack up and walk out.