A Bet That Changed Us ︱Pablo Gavi

44: Lost and found

The train ride back from Atlético Madrid was heavy with disappointment. Despite our best efforts, the referee's questionable calls and the relentless energy of Atlético had left us defeated. I could see the frustration in the faces of the players as we returned to the hotel.

Dinner was set in one of the hotel's dining rooms, and I joined the team, taking a seat next to Pablo. It was the only spot available, and while I wasn't sure how the evening would go, I hoped it would be a calm reprieve from the stress of the game.

Throughout dinner, I tried to focus on the conversations around me, but my mind kept drifting. I could feel Pablo's presence beside me, and whenever I glanced in his direction, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—a mix of sadness and longing.

As we were getting ready to leave, Pablo suddenly pulled me back gently by my arm. The rest of the team continued towards the exit, leaving us in a quieter corner of the restaurant.

"My hotel room, number 124 at 8:30," he said, his voice low and earnest.

The brief but intense exchange of words left me a little breathless. I nodded, and he let go of my arm. I went back to my room, my mind racing as I quickly changed into something more comfortable—a pair of baggy jeans and a white tube top. I slipped on red lingerie underneath, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. I touched up my makeup and styled my hair, trying to steady my emotions.

When the time came, I walked down the hallway to room 124, my heart pounding. As soon as I knocked and Pablo opened the door, the tension between us was palpable. The moment I stepped inside, I could feel the air crackling with unspoken words and emotions.

Smut

Pablo closed the door behind me and turned to face me. There was a brief, charged silence before he took a step closer and kissed me eagerly. The kiss was intense, filled with the longing and frustration of the past month. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer to him, and I responded with equal passion.

After a few moments, he pulled away slightly, his breath mingling with mine. "I miss you," he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion.

I felt a rush of warmth at his words, and as if in a trance, we began undressing each other. The familiarity of his touch was both comforting and electrifying. I stood before him in my red lingerie, feeling exposed yet oddly secure in the way he looked at me.

"red, looks good on you baby" He grinned

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Pablo starts kissing down my neck sucking it, leaving a soft bruise, not too dark. 

"Fuck Pablo", i ran my fingers through his light brown locks, my hands roamed to his back then to his neck pushing him to me, keeping him pressed against me.

He unclips my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He places his hands on one of my breasts and starts circling my nipple, while bringing his mouth to my other one, sucking on it making me moan.

We start kissing again, more eagerly as Pablo takes off his jeans, tossing it away, leaving him in his boxers. As we start kissing Pablo holds me by the back of my thighs and carries me onto the bed, he places me down gently, kissing me from my breasts to my stomach stopping at my thong. He looks up, asking for my permission as I nod. He starts massaging my clit and then he enters a finger inside of me, I close my eyes and start whimpering and moaning, as i open my eyes I look down to see Pablo grinning.

He suddenly takes his finger out bringing it to his mouth licking it clean as I watch him. 

"I want you on top of my now, ride me baby" He says getting a condom and rolling it onto his length then lying down as I get up switching positions. His head is now against the headboard and I straddle his hips.

I moved my hands down to his abs touching them until i get to the hem of his boxers, helping him removed them. 

"I want to make you feel good" I say as I start kissing and licking his tip, I stop and go back up kissing him again.

My pussy leaned against his hard cock as I start to leave marks on his neck.

"Isa-fuck" he says as I lower myself against his tip. Our foreheads resting together, as he opens his eyes, I seated ontop of him fully and we both start moaning.

My hands met his chest as I struggled to breathe, the pleasure too good making me not wanting to move. Pablo grabbed my thighs leaning against his pillow as he starts lifting me up and down, fucking me slowly and deep. My eyes started to have pricks of tears coming as It was the over whelming pleasure.

"So good for me baby" He moaned as I smile, moving my hips faster as he grabs my waste and pushes me deeper. I start panting and moaning.

Pablo grabs me by the back of my neck and bringing our lips together in a hard kiss with tongue moaning into my mouth. We switch positions and he is on top of me, I wrap my legs around his waste and he starts kissing me as he thrusts into me harder. He starts moving his hips and we both moan loader, I reach for the bed sheets grabbing them.

He takes my right leg putting it up to his neck going even deeper, I try gasp for air as he goes deeper. He slams into my body as I scream his name out. I look up to him watching him grin.

He goes faster and faster before we both reach our climax. He pulls out of my and takes the condom off before tying it and throwing it into the bin next to the bed.

over

As we finally lay together in the quiet aftermath, I felt a mix of relief and sadness. It was as if the night was a brief escape from the pain and confusion we'd been through. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, yet the reality of our situation lingered in the back of my mind.

For a moment, the world outside our room seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of us in a space of raw vulnerability. We drifted into sleep, tangled together in a way that made me wonder what the future held for us, despite the complexities and challenges that still lay ahead.

As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I slowly woke up, stretching my limbs beneath the warm covers. The room was still and quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. My heart skipped a beat when I realized Pablo was no longer beside me. The space next to me was empty, the sheets already cooling from his absence.

I blinked at the ceiling, trying to piece together the previous night. The heat of his kisses, the intense connection we shared—it all felt so vivid and real. But now, it seemed like a fleeting dream. I sat up, scanning the room for any sign of him. There was no note, no message, nothing to suggest where he might have gone or why he left so abruptly.

Gathering my clothes, I quickly dressed, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. The reality of the situation hit me hard. Despite the passionate night we'd shared, Pablo's absence and the lack of communication felt like a harsh reminder that we were still navigating through unresolved feelings and past hurts.

Back in my hotel room, I tried to reach out to him, dialing his number with trembling fingers. Each ring felt like an eternity, but when he answered, the coldness in his voice stung more than I anticipated. "I can't talk right now," he said, his tone distant and clipped. I could sense the walls he had put up, the boundaries he was trying to maintain.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I replied, "Can we talk? I thought—" But before I could finish, he hung up. The line went dead, leaving me with a void that only deepened my confusion and hurt.

After a few moments of silence, I made my way to the lobby, where the team was preparing to return to Barcelona. My thoughts were a jumble of emotions as I boarded the bus, feeling the weight of Pablo's avoidance and my own unresolved feelings.

Back in Barcelona, I threw myself into work, trying to distract myself from the aching disappointment. It was clear that Pablo was still working on himself, and I respected his journey, but it was painful to be part of his past actions without knowing how to move forward.

As days passed, the tension between us remained palpable. Pablo's avoidance was a constant reminder of the complexity of our situation. I had hoped for a different resolution, but for now, we were left with the shadows of our shared moments and the silent echoes of what could have been.