Page 39 of Crystal Iris #1

Thirty-Two

“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.” – Salvador Dalí

T he elevator door opens to the rooftop room, and my eyes can’t take in the entire place with one look.

It’s enormous, luxurious, beautifully designed, and most importantly, ours for the night.

I walk straight outdoors, passing the bar, the indoor jacuzzi, the giant bed.

I look up at the pool—so blue. The water features are turned on, including a little cascade on the right side, all perfectly lit.

Just like the city in front of us. No stars above, the lonely crescent moon stealing the night.

“This place is incredible,” I say as Hoyt joins me.

I can almost feel his heartbeat.

“I was close to buying us tickets to the Bahamas, but I didn’t think I could wait for the flight.”

He looks me in the eyes.

We both understand what this night means.

“Wicked slow?” I ask, and he nods.

The bar wall has everything one could want. Rows of bottles lined up in front of me. I pick a favorite.

I take a sip from my glass, letting the caramel burn as it goes down.

Just how I like it. And then I hear jazz—my kind of jazz, smooth like bourbon.

Hoyt must have found a way to connect his phone.

I look around and find him staring at me from the other side of the room.

He makes his way toward me and is about to pour himself a glass when I shake my head no.

He lifts a brow.

I take the bottle outside. I know he’s right behind me.

I walk to the outdoor chairs and motion for him to sit.

“Give me your phone,” I say.

He pulls it from his pocket and hands it to me.

I change the music. My plans call for something different.

I take another sip straight from the bottle and increase the volume of the speakers. The beat hits my body, flows through me, straight to my head.

I glance at Hoyt one more time, then turn away to face the moon.

I let my body move however it wants. No control, no hesitation. Tonight, I am free.

My prism pulses, my blood runs hot. I dance and dance. I look at Hoyt; his eyes are glued to every move of my hips, my hands.

I take off my boots slowly, bending low, letting him take in the view. I keep dancing barefoot. I’m high on the music, the alcohol, and the lust. My hands move over my body, through my hair, and it unsettles him. I watch as he adjusts his pants, making room for himself.

I continue to sway and tease him. I take off my shirt and throw it at him. He laughs. I don’t. I’m enjoying the role-playing. I change the song to something sexier. It calls for less dancing and more stripping, so I obey. I pull off my pants while staring at him, and his eyes grow hungrier.

I dance in my underwear for a while, until I can’t wait any longer. I walk closer to him, keeping eye contact, and unhook my bra. I quickly turn around, and pull down my panties while facing away. He lets out a grunt.

I dance completely naked, fully aware how I look in his eyes. He stands up and says, “I want to touch you. ”

I walk away, taking the bottle with me… into the pool.

Hoyt starts to take his shirt off, but I stop him. I tell him it’s my turn to undress him. He kicks off his shoes and dives in fully clothed.

I stand on the shallow edge, the water only covering my bottom half. He swims closer until he’s only an inch away, watching me. I take a step forward.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.

I begin to undo his shirt, button by button, my fingers brushing his chest slowly.

I let myself feel his bare torso, the promise in each muscle that he could take me however he wants. Then I move to his pants. I take my time unzipping carefully.

I leave him only with his tight trunks, but not for long, I pull them down from behind, feeling his ass on the way.

He looks like a god under the night sky, his indigo light shining in agreement.

I take a sip of the whiskey and kiss him. He moans to my taste, and I know he wants more. A real sip . His hands pull my hair gently as his mouth kisses mine, like we have all the time in the world. I suck his tongue slowly and find myself mad for his touch.

I pick up the bottle again, this time I pour it on my breasts. He licks every drop, his tongue swirling on my hard nipples, biting, sucking. He drags his tongue up, slowly, to the middle of my throat, up to my neck. He bites my ears and whispers, “I want to taste you.”

I let myself go under the water. He props me up on the edge of the pool and uses his strong, tough hands to spread my legs apart.

His lips find my thighs and I’m at a loss.

I steady my breath, and tell my body to hold on.

My prism’s light reflecting on his face.

He makes his way in, biting, licking, teasing, until his tongue finds my center.

He doesn’t hesitate; his tongue strokes me lightly, then harder, until my hands finds his hair.

I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this badly .

He continues moving his tongue on me, and then in me. He slides his tongue as far as he can until I can’t take anymore. I want all of him. I need all of him .

I make sure to go underwater again.

“A reward,” I say as I pour whiskey in his mouth.

He kisses me hard and my hand finds his cock.

I want all his length in me. He turns me around to kiss my neck as his fingers stroke my clit.

I arch my body to him. He licks my back and moves a finger inside me.

He can feel me pulsing, and right when I don’t think I can hold anymore, he adds a second. I’m too close.

“I want you, all of you, now,” I say.

He bends me over the edge of the pool and pushes his cock inside me.

Inch by inch. And there are lots of them.

More than I have ever experienced. When he’s done stretching me, when he is fully inside, he pulls out.

My entire body trembles. It’s his turn to tease me; I’m almost begging when he slides it in me again.

This time in one slow smooth move. He reaches to rub my clit and I let myself move on him.

We find a pace in which both of us lose control completely.

His hands are holding tight on my hips, both of us getting closer to climax with each thrust. I had no idea sex could feel this good.

I want to scream when I finally let myself orgasm along with him.

He turns me around, his lips finding mine, his tongue telling me he wants more.

I let our prisms connect and watch as their lights disperse in opposite directions.

“Iris?”

I look up into his gorgeous green eyes.

“I love you,” he says between kisses.

“I know,” I say, kissing him back. “I love you too.”

He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around him.

He kisses me hard and moments later I feel he’s ready again.

“That was quick,” I tease him as I stroke him with my hand .

“I told you before, I don’t think I can ever have enough of you.”

“I want to try the indoor tub now,” I say, stepping out of the pool.

He follows me like a puppy.

I change the music back to jazz and let myself relax as the jets do their thing. The hot water feels soothing after the pool. Hoyt pulls me onto his lap, and our prisms find each other before our lips do.

I move my hands through his hair and let myself really look into his eyes. I kiss him slowly. I don’t want this night to end .

He makes his way inside me again; this time I sit on him, feeling him for a few minutes. We fit perfectly. “I understand the appeal of tantric sex now,” I say, and he laughs.

“I’m available for practice,” he tells me.

“I’m too impatient,” I say, moving on him.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, closing his eyes.

“I think it feels different when they are… connected,” I say. “Or maybe I drank more than I realized.”

He pulls his prism away, and we both immediately feel the difference.

We both let out a moan when we allow our necklaces to link again.

He lifts me up and down while I touch myself. Every time I want him deeper and deeper; it was me who could never have enough of him.

As we both climax, our prisms do something wicked of their own. They cast gold sparkles on the water, on the walls, all around us. Hoyt’s face is covered with them, and I assume mine is, too. It only lasts for a few seconds, but in that moment, I understand the true meaning of the word magic .

We both watch as the golden speckles fade away, leaving the prisms to shine their respective colors again .

“I didn’t think it was possible to like this… curse,” he says as we hug and kiss.

“I didn’t think it was possible to feel this… happy.”

He smiles at my words.

“Are you happy?” he asks softly.

“Very.” I touch his face lightly. “If I could sleep in the water, I would,” I say, realizing we’ll have to get out eventually.

“I don’t want to stop touching you, kissing you. I just want to… cuddle you in bed.” He kisses me softly.

I hug him tight. We stay like that for a while, until we both know it’s time.

“My skin is peeling off,” I say, looking at my hands as I dry myself off.

“Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?”

“Yes, and I thought you had a flight to catch.”

“I don’t want to go anywhere, or do anything else,” he tells me.

“What about Jo’s surgery?”

“I guess I should be there for that.”

“Hoyt?”

He looks at me.

“We’ll figure it out.” I know he understands what I mean.

“I’m starving,” I say, putting on a soft robe.

“Let’s order the entire menu,” he jokes, handing me the piece of paper.

“Everything does look amazing, especially the desserts.”

We sit on the bed, waiting for the food, when I ask him, “Have you gone to see your mom again?”

“No, but Jo has.”

“Do you think your mother’s lullaby could hold some truth?”

“I used to think so, that maybe there were seven prisms, like it says, seven sparkles. ”

“And now you don’t?”

“After seeing her, I think it could just be random words put together.”

“It does say that they attract each other. And also mentions… the sixth sense.”

“I know, I’ve gone mad going over those words growing up. Even if it’s the truth, it also tells us nothing that matters.”

We hear a buzz, and Hoyt goes to open the elevator door.

“Oh my god! You did order the entire menu!” I say, eying all the food.

“Only the dessert section. I got your sandwich and?—”

“My fries,” I say, taking a bite of one. I let out a sound of pleasure, and Hoyt looks at me.

“You’re going to be my undoing,” he says.

I laugh, taking my food to bed.

“Wow, this is really good,” he says, taking a bite of his burger.

I get up and go to the food cart again to bring the ice cream sundae to bed. I dip my fries in it, and he looks at me. At my lips. I know I have ice cream on them. I lick it.

“Fucking hot,” he says, and I laugh.

“What? Me eating ice cream and fries?”

“You, doing anything.”

“Want some?”

“Of you or the food?”

I smile. “Here.” I feed him the combo.

“Wow. I think we should scrap the beach shack plan and move in here.” He licks his finger.

“Definitely,” I say, taking another bite, and we both laugh.

I’m putting another pillow between us when he says, “I meant what I said earlier. I understand if you… can’t see yourself in Montana. ”

“Let me finish this semester. I can take some leave. I meant it too, that we’ll figure it out.”

“I could move… here,” he says, surprising me.

“What? No, you can’t. Your horses, your sister.”

“Broc can take care of the horses, and Sawyer can look after Johanna.”

“Hoyt, what would you do in Boston?”

“What will you do in Montana?”

“I’m too tired right now, but I’m sure I can think of something.”

He pulls himself up, propping his elbows on our mountain of pillows, and says, “I love you, firecracker.”

I smile. “Stop looking at me like that! Go to sleep.” I push a pillow over him. He smiles, turning away.

“Iris, you’re going to be late,” Hoyt says, nudging me with a pillow.

“Shit! What time is it?” I ask, looking at my phone. “Did I turn off my alarm?”

“You have thirty minutes to be in the classroom.”

I’m brushing my teeth, putting my hair in a ponytail when he walks into the bathroom.

“I still think you should call in sick. It’s a shame we never made it to this amazing shower.”

I look at it; it does look amazing.

“I can’t do that today. I’m being… reviewed.”

“What?”

“Yeah, they do that sometimes. Have someone sit in on the class, evaluating.”

“Why are you only telling me this now?”

“I’m not worried.”

“I can see that. ”

“I don’t mind it, really.” I finish putting my shoes on.

“I just got you a car. The driver’s waiting. Get out of here,” he says, handing me my bag.

“Have a safe flight, call me after the surgery,” I say, pressing the elevator button.

“By the way—last night, best night of my life,” he tells me, and I look at him.

“I love you,” I say as the elevator opens.

“Seriously, get out of here before I throw you in the pool.”

I bring my index finger to my lips, then gesture it to his, just like he did before, and leave.