Chapter Five: Grace

Chapter Five

LAST NIGHT

GRACE

“Oh my God, Jensen,” I moan, arching my back as I grind my hips against him. “This feels so good.”

We’re in his suite, and I’m riding him as he clings to my hips. I brace my hands on his wide chest and throw my head back as my clit rubs against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure rushing through me.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls. “Ride that fucking cock.”

He smacks my ass and pumps his hips up to meet mine. Sweat glistens along my forehead and my breathing is ragged, but I don’t want this to stop. He cups one of my breasts and squeezes it, then pinches my nipple. I love how rough he is with me. How dominating. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Jensen's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. I can't help but return his gaze with equal fervor, my heart racing wildly as I cling to him.

“I’m going to cum!” I gasp. “Please, Jensen, can I cum?”

My body has gotten used to following his commands. It’s like he’s brought out this naturally submissive side of myself. A side that craves dominance and direction. That’s eager to please and obey.

“Do it, gorgeous,” he snarls. “Cum for me. Right now.”

He reaches down and presses his thumb against my clit.

I throw my head back, biting my lip as I explode. I shake and writhe above him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable.

His grip on my hips tightens as he lets out a guttural roar and cums as well. He holds me with such force that I know I’m going to have bruises from his fingertips. I love it, though. He makes me feel wild and unrestrained, and I’m on the verge of growing addicted to this feeling.

When I can’t take anymore, I collapse onto his chest. For a long moment, we simply lie there, our bodies still connected, our hearts pounding in unison. A slow smile spreads across Jensen's face, and he pulls me down into a kiss, our lips meeting passionately.

As we pull apart, I can't help but feel cold without him. We slowly disentangle ourselves from each other, and after he removes his condom, I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heartbeat, soaking in the warmth and contentment of our afterglow.

"That was amazing," I whisper, my eyes still closed.

“Yeah, it was,” he groans, reaching over and looping his arm around my waist. He pulls me against him and holds me. I love how readily he cuddles me. I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy this level of intimacy. “I can’t believe this is our last night.”

My heart twists and I snuggle closer to him, trying to ignore the sadness that threatens to overwhelm me. My friends and I are flying home tomorrow. My week with Jensen is coming to an end. It’s been so fun and I’ve loved every moment of our time together. This was exactly what I wanted, but now it’s almost over. The realization is a gut punch.

“I think the girls are going to have a hard time leaving,” I murmur in a teasing tone, trying to deflect from my own aching heart. “They’ve been having the times of their lives.”

They’ve been so understanding of my spending so much time with Jensen. Skyler, Rylee, and Sutton have been keeping themselves occupied with days on the beach and nights at the clubs. Skyler hooked up with not one, but two semi-professional soccer players —at the same time. Rylee won a wet t-shirt contest, which doesn’t surprise me because her tits are immaculate, and Sutton got drunk on black rum and danced on a bar. I’m pretty sure they haven’t missed me too much.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Jensen says, his tone casual, but that kind of forced casual that people use when they don’t want something that’s a big deal to seem like a big deal. “I know you said you only wanted one week, but would it be so bad if we kept in touch?”

I look up at him, blinking. “What?”

He shrugs his shoulders as he glances down at me. “I mean, really, is it that big of a deal? We can just stay in touch. Keep it casual. No stress or expectations.”

His words are communicating one thing, but the tension in his shoulders and the eagerness in his gaze tells me he’s not just thinking of keeping things casual between us. He wants more.

“I…I thought we agreed this was just a one-week thing,” I whisper.

“I know,” he assures me. “And I was totally okay with that when you laid it out for me. You have to admit, though, we’re pretty good together. I, uh, I wouldn’t mind keeping this going in some capacity.”

I don’t respond right away. Mostly because I don’t know what to say. A part of me agrees with him. It does seem like a waste just to walk away from this. I remind myself, though, that this is so special because it has an expiration date. We aren’t taking a moment with each other for granted because we both know our time is short. Still, I can’t say I’m not tempted. I’m genuinely sad that I’m never going to see Jensen again, and if I just say yes to his suggestion, I won’t lose this connection with him.

He drops a kiss on my forehead, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.

“You don’t need to answer now,” he says, his voice gentle. “Sleep on it. Think about it. Let’s just enjoy what we have left of this night together.”

“Okay,” I say.

Jensen trails his fingers up and down my arm. “I’m so glad I met you, Lynn.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Jensen.”

I am glad. Truly, and it guts me that I’m leaving tomorrow. A part of me wants to give into temptation and say that I’ll stay in touch with him, but I remind myself why I set the week-long limit to begin with. This isn’t really me. When I go back to college, I’m going to need to focus back on my studies. School needs to be my priority. I’ve worked too hard and too long and sacrificed too much to let a simple fling throw me off course now.

Jensen and I wouldn’t work in the real world. We’d be long-distance because I doubt he’s anywhere in Michigan, and I know the chances of a long-distance relationship working under the best of circumstances are low. Besides, he doesn't really know me. He knows Lynn, the wild and adventurous girl who spent a week throwing caution to the wind. But Grace, the girl with her nose in a book or computer, with the overprotective brother who has pretty much prevented her from ever having a relationship... that’s a girl he doesn't know. And in the real world, one he probably would never look twice at. There are simply too many risks for me to take, and I knew this going into it. Which is why I have to follow my plans.

Within minutes, his breathing grows deep and even. He’s asleep. I wait a little while longer to make sure he’s in a deep sleep before I work my way out from the safety and comfort of his arms and sit up.

Gazing down at Jensen, I pause and commit his sleeping face to memory.

I need to go back to my life. I need to focus on school. I can’t let myself be distracted by a gorgeous guy who even in the best-case scenario I would rarely, if ever, get to see. Any attempt at a real relationship would fail because this week hasn’t been real life. It’s been a vacation. A fantasy.

A dream.

Even though it breaks my heart to do so, I slip further away from him and quickly get dressed. It’s better to end things cleanly and thoroughly. Shut and lock the gate between us, keep it impossible for us to reconnect, so I’m not tempted to go back through it.

I tiptoe across the bedroom and allow myself one final glance at him before shutting the door firmly behind me.

As I hurry out of the suite and walk down the hotel hallway, I feel a sense of satisfaction and pride rise up within me, and it manages to dampen the heartache I’m feeling at leaving Jensen behind. I did it. I came to Miami intent on having a memorable weekend where I let myself be wild and simply have fun. I also lost my virginity in, quite possibly, the best way imaginable, with an amazing guy. And while I’ll miss him and will likely sometimes wonder where his life has taken him, I’ll also be forever grateful to him. I’m returning to my regular life a little more worldly, a little more experienced, and with no regrets about anything that happened.

I couldn’t have asked for a better end to my Spring Break than that.