What time do you finish class?
I’ll pick you up and bring you to the clubhouse.
Huh, so he wasn’t planning on waiting till Monday.
Sorry, plans this weekend. See you Monday?
It doesn’t take long for a reply to come through.
What plans?
I can’t work out if this is a red flag, or if he’s just bad at communicating. I hope he knows I don’t owe him any explanation for my plans and that this is just a blunt way of asking because he’s curious about what I’m doing.
I start typing that I’m going to see Donovan, but then remember that Diablo has a strained relationship with his mom. I don’t know the whole story, but from what Donovan’s told me, they haven’t spoken since his dad went to prison.
How is it going to sound if I’ve spent the week fucking him and then tell him I’m running off to spend the weekend with his mom, who he doesn’t talk to. Usually, I’m an ‘honesty is the best policy’ kind of girl, but I don’t want to piss Diablo off or upset him.
I delete what I’ve written and type out a new message.
Just going to visit a friend, I’m heading back Sunday though.
It’s not a lie; it’s just not the whole truth. A message comes back pretty instantly.
I wanted to see you this weekend.
Fuck me, this guy is hard to read over message…
OK, it’s nice that you want to see me again so soon, but I just said that I have plans.
I’m up for seeing you Monday though.
What if I can’t wait till Monday?
This is pissing me off, is he so used to having the club girls at his beck and call, that he thinks all women should be? And he seems to have forgotten that he’s got plenty ofother options…
Well like I said, I’m away. There are plenty of girls at the clubhouse who want you, you can always go and fuck one of them if you can’t go three days without getting laid.
Maybe I went too far, but he’s probably still fucking them anyway, so it’s not like I’ve suggested he do something he isn’t already doing. There’s no instant response, so I put my phone on silent and grab my backpack with my stuff for the weekend, before heading off to school.
Diablo
When I pull into the clubhouse lot, I’m the only one around because it’s still only 7 a.m. I enjoy the ride at sunrise, but I’m looking forward to a hot shower more. My muscles are always sore after leaning against my bike for two and a half hours. I wait in her apartment parking lot to watch her door, needing to know she’s safe while she sleeps.
It’s been a crazy week, and a stupid grin crosses my face every time I think about it; I hope the guys haven’t noticed. After our night at Platinum, I arranged to pick Elizabeth up after her diner shift on the Monday, and I’ve picked her up every night since.
When she leaves the diner, I like that we don’t even need to talk, she accepts the helmet and climbs on behind me; though she’s still holding onto the bike instead of me, but hopefully she just needs time.
Once we get to her place, I’m so eager to kiss her I barely give her time to take off her boots and jacket. Not seeing her for twenty-three hours straight gives me way too much thinking time and I can’t wait a moment longer. Making her come with my hand is my new favorite thing, I love watching her face as she comes undone and hearing her reactions to the things I say. It’s so fucking hot.
I’ve never talked during sex before, preferring to stay quiet and just get on with it, but with Elizabeth, I can’t seem to shut up. I blurt out all sorts of stuff; I tell her how perfect she is, how beautiful she looks, how incredible she feels. She seems to get off on me asking her what she likes too, and asking her to tell me what she needs; something I’ve never bothered doing with other girls, but I guess I’ve never cared before.
After she comes, she leans over the table; it’s so fucking sexy seeing her like that. I want to try other positions with her and always plan to do something different, but as soon as she turns around and bends over, I’m gone, even ripping at her tights if I need to.
Thankfully I’ve been lasting longer than I did that night we went home after Platinum. That shit was embarrassing, not that she seemed to mind; but I don’t think I’ve come that fast since I was a teenager. I’ve just never felt anything else like it though, sex with her feels new, and fucking amazing.
When I fuck the girls at the club, they know to leave when I’m finished, that I just want to be left alone. But with Elizabeth, I want the opposite. All I can think about is holding her and kissing her, I know I can’t though.
We’re usually done by 4 a.m., but she needs to wake up early most days to get ready for school. I don’t need much sleep, but how she’s surviving on four hours a night I have no idea. So as much as I hate to, I leave quickly, making sure to give her at least a couple of sweet kisses before I go.
