The resort’s neon sign buzzed like a horny insect against the night sky, casting a pink glow over the pool where I sat with my third—or was it fourth?—rum and Coke. The ice had long melted, watering down the drink, but I didn’t care. I was here to forget, not to savor. That’s when I saw her.
Lulu.
She was leaning against the bar, one leg crossed over the other, her sundress riding up just enough to tease the curve of her thigh. Her dark hair was longer now, falling in loose waves over her shoulders, and when she turned, her lips curled into that familiar smirk—the one that used to make my dick twitch before I even knew what was happening.
"Luke?" Her voice was syrup, thick and sweet. "No fucking way."
I should’ve walked away. I should’ve downed the rest of my drink and disappeared into the crowd of half-naked bodies grinding to the bass-heavy music. But I didn’t. Instead, I let her slide onto the stool beside me, her perfume wrapping around me like a memory I couldn’t shake.
"Small world," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.
She laughed, low and throaty, and ordered two shots of tequila. "Or maybe the universe is giving us a second chance."
I didn’t answer. I just took the shot she handed me, the liquor burning down my throat, dulling the edge of my better judgment.
We talked—or rather, she talked, her fingers brushing against my arm every few seconds, her knee pressing against mine under the bar. She told me about her new job, her new apartment, her new life, all while her eyes flicked down to my lips like she was starving. I let her touch me. I let her lean in too close. I let her order another round.
By the time we stumbled out of the bar, the night air was thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat. Lulu’s hand found mine, her fingers lacing through mine like we were still together, like she hadn’t broken my fucking heart six months ago.
"You remember how good we were together?" she murmured, pulling me toward the elevators. "How you used to make me scream?"
I did remember. That was the problem.
Her room was on the third floor, a suite with a balcony overlooking the ocean. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she pushed me against it, her body pressing into mine. Her breath was hot against my ear. "I’ve missed you, Luke. I’ve missed this."
I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve told her to fuck off, that I wasn’t interested. But the alcohol had turned my brain to mush, and her hands were already sliding under my shirt, her nails scraping against my skin.
"Lulu—"
"Shhh." She kissed me, her lips soft and insistent, her tongue sliding into my mouth like she owned it. "Just let me remind you what you’ve been missing."
She dropped to her knees.
I groaned as her fingers fumbled with my belt, her breath warm against my stomach. She pulled my cock free, her eyes widening when she saw how hard I already was. "Fuck, Luke," she whispered. "You’re hard."
I didn’t have time to respond before her mouth was on me, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips stretching to take me deeper. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her free hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
Then she did something I didn’t expect.
She pulled back just enough to spit into her hand, her saliva dripping down my shaft before she wrapped both hands around me, one above the other. Her fingers were slick, her grip tight, and when she leaned in again, her tongue flicked against my balls, licking them both at the same time.
"Holy shit," I gasped, my hips jerking forward.
She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my spine. Her hands worked in tandem, one stroking my shaft while the other massaged my balls, her tongue never stopping its dirty, wet exploration.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Lulu—you’re gonna make me cum."
She pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, her lips swollen, her chin glistening. "That’s the point, baby. I want you to cum all over my face. I want you to remember exactly what you’ve been missing."
Her mouth was back on me before I could protest, her hands working faster, her tongue swirling, her lips sucking. I could feel it building, the pressure coiling tight in my gut, my balls drawing up against my body.
"Fuck—" I groaned, my hips thrusting involuntarily. "I’m gonna—"
She didn’t pull away. She took me deeper, her hands milking my cock, her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft as I came with a guttural groan, my cum shooting onto her face, her neck, her chest. She moaned as it hit her, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting to catch a strand on her tongue.
When I finally stopped twitching, she sat back on her heels, her face a mess, her dress soaked. She looked up at me, her expression smug. "See? You still want me."
I stared at her, my chest heaving, my cock still half-hard in her hand. Then I tucked myself back into my pants, zipping up with a slow, deliberate motion.
"Yeah," I said, my voice steady. "But wanting and having are two different things."
Her smile faltered.
I grabbed my shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head. "Thanks for the reminder, Lulu. But I’m not the same guy you left behind."
I left her there, kneeling on the floor, her face still glistening with my cum, her eyes wide with realization.
Some people were better left in the past.