Shimmers of Pearl (The Pearl Trilogy, Part 3) (5 page)

He presses his muscular thigh into my crotch and I move myself gently up and down. At first, it feels like a small comfort after being ravaged by him but as I rub myself languorously back and forth on his muscular leg I feel desire building up again until it reaches a new crescendo – another climax shudders through me. I feel his semen hot between my satiated thighs as we both fall into a deep sleep, entwined in each other’s arms.

Several hours later, my eyes spring open. Alexandre is still fast asleep but my own worry and angst have woken me. Trickles of dawn light have made the darkness fade, but it must still be very early.
Am I
insane?
Nothing was resolved last night! Nothing. The fact that Laura lied to me about Sophie, telling her she wanted to ‘top me off’ - the fact that Alexandre must have told her about my naughty tryst with Alessandra (because nobody else knew except for Alessandra herself) – is all registering in my slow, sex-numbed brain – he really did ‘fuck my brains out.’ Duh! As usual, Pearl Robinson jumped into the flames without wearing a fire-proof vest.

How did Laura have that information about me? Because that bastard, who’s lying beside me now,
must
have shared it with her, despite his denial. He deserves an Oscar.

I observe him as his breath rises and falls, his pecs strong and firm, the V of his sexy torso ending with his sex tool which he uses to make me weak. Anger starts to flood through me, more at myself than with him.
Why did I let him have his way with me last night without talking things properly through?

I get up and tiptoe to the bathroom. That’s right! My suitcase is still outside the door (I hope) – everything was dropped (including my mind) when I saw his green gaze and his drop-dead gorgeous body which, I hasten to add, had broken into my apartment, no less!
Pearl Robinson, you are a disaster!

I pee and wash my hands before going to find my abandoned case which I wheel inside. I go back to the bathroom and run the shower faucet. So preoccupied was I last night with the vision of Alexandre and my lusty appetite, that I didn’t even have time to appreciate the lovely and sleek modern furnishings of my new apartment. It’s all cream and white with soft carpets and smooth silk curtains. It looks like a five star hotel – a place where you wouldn’t call home but where you’d lounge about in pure luxury wishing it were yours. It is too perfect to call home – too sleek. The bathroom is all pale Italian marble with his and hers wash basins and a massive mirror. Uh oh, inspection time. I have definitely lost weight through nerves, despite my Jelly Belly binge.

I jump into the hot, steamy shower and lather away at my hair and body with some delicious vanilla-scented shampoo and body wash. Did Alexandre organize all this? As I’m exiting the shower all wet, there he is. He’s been watching me like a Peeping Tom. I know because his boner tells me so.

“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he says running his tongue along his lower lip. “You’ve lost a little weight, though.”

“I guess you were so busy fucking me you didn’t notice that last night,” I remark, bitterly angry with myself, knowing that I’m going to give into him all over again.

“Oh, I notice everything Pearl. Everything. Like how tight and wet you were last night. How much you needed me inside you. Bend over.”

“No! I won’t.”

“Don’t be disobedient. Bend over. I just want to see how much weight you’ve lost.”

“Alexandre!”

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

Here we go again.
A pool of desire gathers in my stomach.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I bend over. Actually, the stretch to my backbone after the hot shower feels good.

He comes up behind me and I feel his erection press up against my ass. His thumbs part my butt crack and he gets down on his knees. I sense his tongue lashing in great sweeps up and down and then flickering at my entrance and the soft hair on his head tickling my inner thighs. I can hear myself moan involuntarily - he’s got me again.

He stands up. Then the slapping begins, his cock walloping my opening. He’s guiding it with his hand – I can sense it teasing me. He pulls away. Then suddenly, I feel a hard slap right in my hot spot with his palm. It stings. I cry out in shock.

“What are you doing?”

“A little spank, that’s all. You hurt my feelings, Pearl, when you ran off at Van Nuys Airport.”

I’m dreaming again. Please no. Please don’t say this is all a goddamn dream and that, in fact, I’m still fast asleep on the plane in First Class. “Pinch me,” I tell him.

“What?”

“Pinch me hard. I want to know I’m not dreaming.”

He pinches me on my Venus lips and it hurts. Almost. But seconds later, I feel the urge. The urge to be claimed again. “I need you, Alexandre,” I pant, sticking my butt out further.

“I know you do. Hold on to something. I have to fuck you again, Pearl.”

I’m still doubled over and I hold onto the edge of the bathtub. I’m sore inside, yet I still want more. What is
wrong
with me? Why am I such a push-over?

He cups my breasts with both hands, kneading and playing with my nipples. I can feel desire shoot through the back of my molar teeth – all connected – my groin, my mouth, my nipples. I jut my ass out towards his erection. With one hand tight around my waist he pushes his cock inside me but just an inch. I can hear my wetness ooze about him and I cry out like the little slut that I am. Even if I have to share Alexandre with Laura I’d rather do that than not have him at all. I’m so hooked on him and his body parts – I can’t deny him. He’s my drug.

And he knows it, too.

He starts with shallow thrusts just sliding in an inch or two but it’s so huge that even just a little of him is a stretch. Then he takes it all the way out and slaps it on my clit, fucking my clit so it’s rubbing it up and down. Then he jabs it at my entrance again without entering. I’m screaming now.

“Ssh, baby, we don’t want the neighbors to hear.”

He pushes inside me again and tweaks my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rhythmically pumping me but still hardly entering. Then he rams it all the way in. Hard. Then pulls back out. Again, just the tiny thrusts. I’m whimpering. He’s unpredictable – I don’t know if I’ll get the whole plunge or not. And then, as if by perfect osmosis, just as I bring my own hand up to pressure my clit he thrusts once more all-in, deep from behind and I feel myself coming in a burst of unbelievable pleasure, his thick cock pushing out against my walls, filling me with tingling spasms as I contract all around him like one of those fly-eating plants, sucking him in, eating him whole. He stills his movements and I really sense his swelling inside me, which makes me come even harder. Then I feel his own release, hot and quiet as he groans gently with hushed arousal, his fingers exploring my butt, snaking them up around my waist which he grips harder as he bursts inside me.

“I love you, Pearl. You’re my treasure. I love you and I always will.” Then he cries out with another hard thrust, “Fuck you make me come hard – can’t keep away from you. Gotta keep fucking you for the rest of my life. Is your wedding gown ready yet?”

***

My legs are tucked beneath me on the couch and Alexandre’s head is in my lap. He thoughtfully stocked the refrigerator for me before my return and we’re sipping freshly squeezed orange juice. He knew exactly when my plane had landed. He has had my every move monitored since I last saw him. How? Through my cell phone, he now admits. Duh. It was Alexandre who bought me that Smartphone – it’s as good as a GPS; I should have thought that might happen, although assuming he had lost all interest in me, it hadn’t occurred to me that he’d be tracking my movements with modern technology.

I’ve been trying to make sense, all morning, of what is going on between us and I’m still confused. For hours we’ve been talking things through, about Sophie, about Laura, about the fact that he left me broken-hearted for two weeks believing it was all over. Now he says he wants me to return to his apartment and leave this place to Daisy and Amy. He iced me out, now he wants all of me back. I’m still recovering – still assimilating what has happened. I’m not ready for this. Well, I am; all I’ve been daydreaming about is getting back with him – but I still don’t trust him a hundred percent. Maybe not even seventy-five percent.

I plump up the cushion behind my back. “Is that
really
true, what you say, that you followed me to Laura’s through my cell phone?”

“Yes. But I got there too late – I did a quick detour to my hotel to pick up Laura’s box of books but I wasn’t fast enough - you’d already left.”

“There I was, watching you, sitting on that park bench listening to heartbreaking lyrics by Patsy Cline and thinking we were over and that you were back with Laura for good.”

He threads his fingers through mine. “And I thought the same. She told me you’d had a talk and that, as far as you were concerned, we were finished.”

I want to scream.
She had me fooled and tried to do the same to him!
“And you believed her?”

“No. That’s why I’m here now. I knew in my heart you still loved me.”

I throw my hands in the air. “You’re so cocky! I wish I was that sure of myself. There
you
were, all cool, calm and collected and I was a friggin’ basket-case!”

“Not cocky, just confident. I thought, if I can fuck Pearl just one more time, she’ll remember how much she needs me.” His lips flicker into a subtle but wicked smile.

I shake my head and raise my eyes to the ceiling. “So unbelievably cocky! By the way, Monsieur God’s Gift to Womankind, I’m not done with this conversation yet. I still have quite a few more questions. I mean…I’m sorry, Alexandre, but
someone
must have told Laura about me and Alessandra Demarr. You swear it wasn’t you – then who
was
it?”

“I have no idea.”

I take a long sip of juice and say coolly, “Wouldn’t it just be easier to tell me the truth?” I make a mental note to myself that next time I want information I should hold back the sex. I have zero bargaining power now.

“Look, baby, I swear I don’t know, but everything that Laura told you is bullshit. I can’t believe—”

“Believe it! Don’t you fucking dare,” I snap, “doubt me again when it’s my word against Laura’s. She lied to you,
too
. I should have recorded the conversation at her house with my Smartphone. I should have—”

He presses his lips to my temple. “Okay, calm down, I believe you. But why would she say all that when it just isn’t true?”

“She wants you back, Alexandre.”

“Well, I don’t want her back.”

I finish my juice and ask, “Why were you in London, anyway?”

“I was curious as to why
you
were there. I wondered what you were up to.”

“I don’t believe that for a second. You could have simply phoned me and asked me straight.”

“I was forcing myself not to call. Trying to let some time pass – you needed a break. Feel it. Suffer a little so you realized how much you missed me.” A faint smile touches his lips.
He knew what he was doing. He was being calculating.
This man knows me too well!

I pout. “You could have just come and gotten me.”

He shakes his head. “Sometimes pursuing something you want is the fastest way of losing it. I learnt that a long time ago. If I had chased you relentlessly, Pearl, I could have lost you for good. You needed time to reflect and sort yourself out.”

I observe him cautiously. I so want to believe this.
Is he telling the truth? Or is all this a crock of horseshit?

“Why else were you in London?” I grill.

“Business.”

“Not true. HookedUp didn’t have any meetings or Sophie would have said.”

“I told you, I have other projects in the pipeline.”

“Like what?”

He hesitates. Glugs down all of his orange juice in one go, and says in a flat voice. “Don’t ask me about my business, Pearl.”

“Don’t ask me about my business, Kay. My God, can you hear yourself? You sound like Michael Corleone!”

“You regret meddling between HookedUp and Sophie. It won’t happen again. From now on, what I do is my concern and you, chérie, need to keep your pretty nose out of my business affairs.”

I bite my tongue. It’s true. I got myself into a real pickle with Sophie; my imagination running wild. I still can’t work out, though, how Laura would have private information about my sex life. Is Alexandre lying to me? Does he want us both?

“Why was Laura wearing a silk robe and told me you’d just had afternoon sex?”

He bursts out laughing. “She said that? I suppose I should be flattered that two women are fighting for me but—”

“I’m not fighting for you. If you want her, go! Go on…fuck off out of here and fuck that skinny bitch for all I care. But you have to choose—”

He laughs even harder and I scowl with fury. I stand on the couch, now, kicking him with my bare foot. “Fuck off!” I scream, realizing that I’ve said the word fuck way too many times. “Go on, go back to her if that’s what you want, but my ‘
pearlette’
is off limits forever. Do. You. Understand?”

He grapples me and pulls me back down on the couch and pins me beneath him again.

“No! Alexandre, I’m sore.”

“That’s just how I like it so you can spend the day hobbling about, feeling like you’ve still got my cock inside you.”

“You’re disgusting! Obsessed with fucking. Obsessed!”

“Look who’s talking – you can’t get enough of me.”

The arrogance!
I pummel his head with a cushion and the next thing I know we are at it again, this time he’s rolled underneath me and pulled me on top of him, slipping himself inside me - I find myself riding him – my anger boiling (even though I’m smiling) but because I have control and can dismount any moment, I take a long, deep breath and decide I can use this to my advantage. Yes, I have control! Now is the time to ask some more questions. I ride him for a while until he’s really aroused and then slow down.

He scowls when I stop and flexes up his hips. “Keep going baby, it feels incredible.”