Bess lovelace, p.1
Bess Lovelace, page 1
Bess Lovelace
AJ Estelliam
Chapter 1
‘Oh no, I hate thunder and lightning,’ I muttered to myself, as the sky lit up with colour. I’d left the house in a hurry, my mind working furiously over the new information which I’d gained tonight. Silent tears slipped like waterfalls down my cheeks as I kept driving, away from the pain and away from the knowledge which haunted me.
Driving towards the city, I turned the window wipers onto full and they beat furiously across the screen, making my heartbeat race even more at the rapid pace. I couldn’t stop crying, and yet I knew it would do no good. Tears were futile now.
As the thunder cracked above my head, I tensed and crouched in the driver’s seat, as if making myself smaller would help somehow. Turning off, I pulled up into a car park and stopped, the storm raging all around me. It wasn’t safe for me to be driving, let alone out in this crazy storm. I’d head into town, I mused. Find somewhere to drink.
Looking down at the inappropriate clothing I wore, I shook my head in disgust. Why had I bothered to dress up, I wondered? It hadn’t done me one iota of good. I climbed out of the car, grabbing my purse and headed down the road, instantly becoming soaked. My short hair plastered against my head in seconds and my sheer top and skirt clung to my body, soaked by the rain which hammered down. The rain hid my tears, and I was thankful for that. I turned a corner and found a bar with a welcoming flag outside, I decided to go in. At least here I knew I was accepted, and I desperately needed to drown my sorrows.
Inside, the lighting was dark and dim, the music pounding like a drum in my head and the place was heaving, despite the weather. Men and women filled every inch of the hot, sweaty atmosphere and I had to ease through the crowd in order to get to the bar.
When I finally made it there, I waited for what felt like eons to be served. By which time, I was angry, wet and pissed off, so ordered four shots of straight-up vodka all at once, not knowing when I’d next be served. Downing one immediately, the harsh sting of the liquid burned my throat, but I was past caring.
‘You want help carrying those?’ a voice asked beside me.
I didn’t even turn to look at the feminine voice who was speaking. ‘No.’
‘I can carry a few,’ she offered.
‘Here alone,’ I muttered, lifting another and swallowing it down in one smooth gulp.
‘God, ease up,’ she exclaimed, sounding surprised. ‘You’ll be drunk in no time at that rate!’ she said, sounding shocked.
I turned to give her a piece of my mind, but the words got stuck in my throat when I looked up at the woman who had accosted me. She was beautiful. Absolutely, stunningly beautiful. I’d never met someone as gorgeous in real life, and her smile was wide as she scanned my face.
‘Got caught in the storm?’ she asked, her twinkling eyes scanning my face, which was still dripping with rainwater.
‘I, uh…’ I was tongue tied and flustered. She was captivating in the most wonderful of ways. Her eyes met and held mine, refusing to let go and her face was beyond attractive to me. With short, cropped blonde hair framing her face, she had eyes which were almost translucent blue-bright and intelligent. Her skin was tanned, her jaw strong and she had a straight nose and luscious mouth. I knew that she was, without a doubt, the most attractive woman I had ever met-and as her eyes fixed on me, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers either. ‘It’s raining,’ I said, dumbly, unsure of what to say to her.
‘It sure is…the storm is coming in tonight. It’s going to be wild out there.’
Even though she was stunning to look at, I wasn’t in the mood. ‘I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m trying to get drunk here,’ I muttered, turning away grumpily.
‘Oh,’ she murmured, ‘Well, what are we drinking?’ she pushed.
‘We are not drinking anything,’ I told her, clearly. ‘I am drinking alone tonight.’
‘Well, that’s no fun,’ she said, smiling at me in amusement.
I felt my stomach clench at her stunning smile, which caught me off guard. It still couldn’t shift my dull mood though, which had settled over me like a thunder cloud. ‘I’m trying to enjoy my drink,’ I said, trying again to discourage her. ‘Besides, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not in the best of moods.’
‘Oh no? And why is that?’ she questioned.
‘I’m just not,’ I muttered, reaching for another shot.
The woman surprised me then by reaching out her hand and covering my arm, stopping me from lifting the drink. ‘Slow down a bit,’ she suggested. ‘Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad,’ she murmured, kindly.
I felt tears threaten so I pushed her hand away. Lifting the shot, I downed it quickly before picking up the other one and walking away. I was in no mood to make new friends; especially ones as beautiful as she was.
I idled the next few hours away, ordering more drinks and becoming increasingly more drunk as the minutes ticked by. The club grew hotter, heavier and slicker with sweat as more and more people filled the space dancing, spilling over from the actual dance floor to be a heaving mass of bodies everywhere.
I wasn’t quite sure how I became involved, but I found myself lost in the crowd, moving to the music, my arms lifting and my hips shifting in time to the music. I was not thinking straight by this point, the heavy beat of the music throbbing through my system and making me pulse with energy. Anyone who approached me was dismissed, and I turned away from several woman making a pass and kept on dancing, my body hot and languid as the drink filled my veins thickly.
When she finally approached, it was as if she were a mirage. I felt thirsty as she came closer, and not for more alcohol. My good intentions lost, I lifted my hands to her shoulders, and we began dancing together as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her hands reached for my hips, and she drew me closer into her body, which was as hot as mine. With her jean-clad leg sliding between my thighs, we moved in rhythm to the pumping music, my skirt being pushed upwards as I rode her thigh as we undulated together in heated fashion. My breasts pressed against hers and as my hips rocked, her hands seemed to move everywhere, down my back, up my sides, back down to my butt and then to my neck and upwards to ease into my short, elfin cut hair.
I released a moan of pleasure before I could stop myself. She felt so good, moving against me. My body was hot and ready, my nipples tight and puckered as her hands continued to roam. We were on the edge of the dance floor, but she somehow manoeuvred me towards a dark corner, where all around us more people lingered, dancing, drinking and making out in the shadows of the club.
Arching up against her body as the song changed, we kept dancing, her hands running all over me and making me hot with desire.
My mind was hazy and my heart beating fast as I lifted my head to meet her eyes. Her own gaze was heated; her eyes a dark blue-so much different from earlier when they’d looked as translucent as a Caribbean sea.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she told me, cupping my cheek with a soft hand, her eyes intent on mine.
They were the words I had been thinking about her but hadn’t voiced. My heartbeat hammered even faster, and tension skipped through me. The way she was looking at me was intense and I knew, without doubt, that she was going to kiss me.
As her head lowered towards mine, I could have stopped her. I found myself not wanting to, found myself waiting for the moment her lips met mine. At my heart thundered in my ears, her soft, pliant lips found mine, tentative and gentle at first. I sighed against the touch, feeling my stomach somersault with butterflies.
When I didn’t pull away, she risked deepening the kiss. I willingly opened my mouth as she captured my bottom lip, sliding her lips slickly across mine and making me yearn like I’d never yearned before. As her fingers threaded through my hair, she tugged me closer, and the kiss grew more passionate as her tongue sought mine and danced.
Groaning with pleasure, I sank against her, enjoying every minute of being in her arms. She was incredible to kiss and my whole body was responding to hers as she continued her assault on my mouth.
Our bodies pressed flush against one another’s, moving to the music and undulating to the point that I was throbbing with pleasure. Her working mouth never stopped, and I knew I’d never been kissed like this before-so thoroughly and attentively, her mouth making love to mine in the most passionate way possible.
I was so lost in her kiss that I didn’t even notice her backing me up until my back hit the wall. I moaned in surprise as I was pressed up against the dark wall, her mouth still moving constantly with mine, searching and licking, probing and arousing as her tongue played with mine. It was overwhelmingly erotic and as her hands moved even more eagerly over my sides, up my flanks and to touch and cup my breasts, I felt my nipples tighten in response, hardening under her hands. She found my erect nipples and fondled them, circling the tips with her fingers and making me moan into her mouth. My body strained against hers, my need intensifying. I’d never felt this lost in someone’s arms, my whole-body humming and aching for more.
Unexpectedly, one of her hands moved between my legs, up under my skirt to cup me through my brief, lace panties. The movement was so quick and shocking that I gasped, my hips moving automatically against her hand. She didn’t move to push inside me, just cupped me there as we kissed, her tongue dancing with mine in erotic fashion.
Moving my hips even more eagerly, I rocked against her hand, needing and wanting her to take that step and touch me where I was so desperate to be touched. H
The moment her fingers found my clitoris, I tensed with shock, tightening in her arms in the most delicious of ways. Her fingers were confident and well-practiced, and they started to circle against my clitoris in the perfect rhythm, driving me higher immediately, making my body ache and throb with the need for release.
Her mouth never left mine throughout. She kissed me endlessly, her mouth loving mine and kissing with a desperate need which I had never experienced in real life before. I’d read about feeling this way but had never had the pleasure in experiencing it myself.
Her hand worked me in constant motion, rubbing against the engorged bud of my clitoris, which was humming with need. Shifting her hand lower momentarily, she found my opening and pushed inside, crooking her fingers and rubbing up inside of me, stimulating me from the inside. I moaned and bucked against her as pleasure shot through me. Whatever she was touching felt incredible and I felt shoots of electricity flood through me as my whole body started to tighten.
Moving back to my clitoris, her mouth suckling on my lower lip once more, she rubbed harder and faster, pushing me to the brink. I felt the sudden onset of orgasm, the sharp rise and unexpected peak which was I’d been so desperate to experience. I came in her arms, my mouth wrapped around hers while her fingers kept playing.
Even once I’d come, she held me tight to her body, her fingers moving downwards to ease back up inside me and crook against the soft slick skin there. She rubbed at me while still kissing me and I felt the aftershocks of climax intensify, my body tightening once more as she pressed at a sensitive spot inside my wet channel and pushed me back up to the heavens, my body releasing wetly against her hand in a way I’d never experienced before. My damp underwear was quickly soaked as she continued to thrust her fingers against that incredible place which made every part of my body tremble and shiver with delight. It felt like pure ecstasy, and I tore my mouth from hers, gasping in desperate breaths, my head back as I panted through the unexpected orgasm.
She quickly recaptured my mouth, cupping the back of my head with her spare hand and drawing me close. Her hand slipped through my hair to card against the softness there while her mouth took mine in yet another frantic, passionate kiss. I let myself respond once more, kissing her back but couldn’t contain the pulsing deep inside as her hand remained there, rubbing up inside of me once more, now I’d calmed. It reignited my bliss and I tensed once more, gasping in shock as my nipples tightened to painful buds once more, inexplicably turned on by her incredible touch.
How could she do this to me? It was rare I ever even achieved climax, let alone multiple times in which the pleasure was so intense that my body was releasing in a way it had never done before. She seemed to know just where to touch me, just how to make me ache-and was incredible at giving me the orgasms that I so desperately needed.
My passion was heightened to the point where my own hands were moving against her body with an eagerness I wasn’t accustomed to. I found myself reaching for her jeans and pushing my hand inside her panties to find her wet and ready, clearly as aroused as I was.
Moaning her pleasure into my mouth, she moved her hips eagerly against my hand as I began to rub her clitoris, which was slick to the touch, easy to stimulate as it was so ready for my touch. As we kissed, her own fingers inside of me stalled while my hand worked against her sex. I wanted her to come, I realised, and this passionate side of me was rare-I never usually felt like this or acted like this and it was something of a revelation.
Rubbing her in constant motion, I pressed harder and circled faster, making her tense and cry out into my open mouth. I felt the moment she came as my fingers became wetter and her body tightened in a delicious way against mine.
Seconds after she’d climaxed, her fingers inside of me began to move once more, thrusting up inside me in the dark, hidden corner of the club, where we couldn’t be seen by anyone. I arched against her, feeling my body lifting once more, towards the spike of pleasure that she was pushing me towards.
Her fingers found the right place and moved fast and hard, and my body tensed and then released, soaking my panties once more as an incredible orgasm hit me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. She rubbed the wetness around my sex while kissing me languidly, her mouth slowing now, as our passion dissipated. I felt her hand cup my breast and roll over one of my nipples, playing with the sensitive tip as I undulated through the aftershocks of orgasm. Her hand lingered on my mound, rubbing gently across my over-stimulated folds, and easing me down slowly after such incredible, overwhelming orgasms.
Lifting her head, she stared down at me, her eyes darkly blue as they met mine. Her mouth was puffy and red, and her cheeks were flushed. She looked dishevelled, in the best possible way and my lust for her spiked once more. Holding my eyes, she rubbed me, her movements getting more focused and centred in on my clitoris. She seemed intent on making me come again, despite just working me through so many climaxes.
Inexplicably, my body responded, and she rubbed me harder, faster, her eyes on mine, her mouth slightly parted as she panted roughly, her breathing irregular. I felt completely boneless, my back against the wall, my hips pushed forwards and my skirt hiked up while my legs were spread for her. It was the most passionate encounter of my life and the way she was looking at me as she rubbed me sent me spiralling into the abyss in no time at all. Tensing and gasping, I came once more, my slick folds pulsing with delight as she pushed me over the edge once more.
Bending to kiss my lips, she eased her hand away at last and held me as we kissed. Lifting her head, she smiled down at me. ‘God, you’re so gorgeous,’ she murmured.
I stared at her, stunned.
‘Tell me your name,’ she requested.
Shocked beyond belief at my own actions, I wrenched myself away from the woman whose name I didn’t even know and stared up at her wide-eyed expression.
‘No…this is a mistake,’ I muttered, backing off.
‘Wait! Please! I don’t even know your name!’
‘And you’re not going to because I’m leaving!’ I exclaimed, feeling way too sober now that my mind had come too.
I turned and fled, heading through the throng of people who littered the dance floor. They were everywhere and I had to push through the gaps and ease past dancers, partygoers and friends out socialising.
When I finally reached the door, I pushed it hard and headed out into the raging stormy night. Once again, I was drenched instantly, my clothes plastered to my body. This time it was a welcome relief as I felt so hot, my inflamed body still reacting to the encounter in the club.
‘Hey! Stop!’ a voice yelled from behind me.
With horror, I realised that she had followed me. Gasping as I saw her rushing to catch up with me, I turned and fled, running out across the road in the vain hope of getting away before she caught up with me. Unfortunately, mother nature had different plans for me. In an instant, a deafening roar of thunder cracked overhead, making me jump and then a bright flash appeared, sending me careening to the floor as pain racked my body. As I hit the asphalt, I registered brief, overwhelming pain and then there was nothing. Nothing at all.
Repetitive beeping filled my skull, and I wanted to complain about it, but I couldn’t move my mouth. Trying to open my eyes, I found them to be heavy and tired. I couldn’t move and my whole body hurt.
A million voices seemed to infiltrate my mind, and the noise was overwhelming. Along with the voices, I could hear my heartbeat thundering in my ears noisily, a reminder I was alive-but with no memory as to why I was laid up like this.
After what felt like an age, I finally managed to open my eyes. Blinking against the harsh, white light, I found myself unable to keep my eyes when it was so blinding.
‘I think she’s waking up! Doctor! She’s waking up!’ a familiar voice said, way too loudly beside me.
‘Get back, let me see,’ a male voice said.
