“Okay.”
Louis pushes off of my car and I watch as he makes his way over to his pickup truck. It doesn’t take me long to throw my bag in my passenger seat before I slide inside of the car and start the engine.
Moving through town, I make my way over to the apartment complex, one of the only ones in town and find my normal parking spot.
Looking up at my building, I cringe at the sight. What Louis must be thinking. He’s never been to my place, the one night that we spent together was at his fancy home out in the country.
He’s going to see the real me now. I hate that. He’s going to see exactly why I don’t belong with someone like him. He’s going to see it all. With a heavy sigh, I open my door and slip from the car.
Reaching inside, I grab ahold of my bag and tug it out. Standing at the bottom of the staircase, I wait for Louis to park and make his way toward me.
Once he’s at my side, he looks up at the building, then down to me. I expect to see a grimace on his face, maybe his lip curling in disgust, but neither happens. Instead he reaches out, placing his palm at the small of my back and gives me a small nudge forward.
Looking at him from over my shoulder, I give him a small smile before I face forward and begin to climb the staircase toward my apartment door.
This building is old and tattered. The paint is peeling, most of the lights on the second story walkway are burnt out. The floor has a hollow feeling every few steps and I am waiting for the day when I step down and fall through.
Reaching toward my door, I shove my key inside, jiggle a little, then turn it until I hear it unlock. Pushing the door open, I walk inside and cringe at the state of my living room. There is a huge empty space where the sofa once was and while it’s clean, it just looks dingy and old.
Spinning around, I open my mouth to apologize for my shitty housing situation when Louis reaches out for me, he wraps his arms around my waist and without hesitation, his lips crash against my own in a hard, all-consuming chaste kiss.
LOUIS
I can’t stop myself from tasting her. I don’t deepen the kiss, but fuck, I can’t control myself around her, especially since we’re locked inside of her apartment, alone. When I’m forced to break the kiss so that I can breathe, instead of pulling away from her, I rest my forehead against hers.
“Tullie,” I breathe.
She pulls away from me almost instantly and I allow it. Watching her, I wait as she turns her back to me for a moment, then she spins back around, lifting her face up and her gaze meets mine. I become almost lost in her gaze immediately.
“We need to talk,” I murmur.
She inhales, nodding once, then licks her delicious lips before she speaks. “What Louis? You stood me up, then showed up tonight, at the club. What do you want?”
She sounds irritated, but underneath that, she sounds hurt. Lifting my hand, I’m unable to keep from touching her as I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. Even with all the shit in her hair, it’s still the softest I’ve ever felt.
“Stood you up because I went on a run and accidentally ended up at that club. I saw your car and I knew that if I met up with you that I would ask you a million questions, that I would possibly say or do something that I couldn’t take back.”
“What would you do?” she breathes.
Dipping my chin, I grin. “Throw you over my shoulder and carry you home. Fuck you until you forget your own name. Tie you up and keep you hostage so that you couldn’t go anywhere, especially back to that fucking club,” I growl.
I watch as she licks her lips again, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a small nod. “It’s just a job. I understand though if you never want to see me again because of it.”
“Why are you doing it?” I demand.
She lifts her eyes to meet mine, tilting her head to the side she gives me the saddest fucking look on this earth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so beaten down, so fucking sad, ever.
“At first it was to make ends meet while Joey was living here. See, he didn’t work and everything has been on my shoulders for years,” she explains.
“But now?”
“Now it’s so I can save some money and go to a trade school or something, one day when I figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life.”
“Do you know what you want to do?”
She shakes her head and something inside of me breaks for her. Fuck. Refusing to allow the distance between us, I reach out and wrap my hand around her small waist before I tug her against my body.
Her palms land against my chest as her head tilts all the way back so that she can look up into my eyes.
“Do you want to strip?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Nodding, I inhale a sharp breath, letting it out before I speak. “It does. It really fucking matters.”
“What did you want to talk to me about? It wasn’t about this,” she says, changing the subject.
I allow the subject change, because I don’t think that she’s going to quit just because I want her to. I’m going to have to give her more of me, more of us, to see that she doesn’t want to do that, that she doesn’t need to.
Clearing my throat, I don’t look away from her eyes, in fact, I allow them to consume me in a way that only hers can.
“I know you said that you can’t be with someone like me, but I want to prove you wrong. You can be with someone like me and I’m going to show you that I’m better than anyone else. I fucking miss you, Tullie.”
Her lips part and her eyes widen at my words, then she snaps her mouth closed and nods once. “I can’t be with someone like you, Louis. It’s so painfully obvious and one day you’ll thank me.”
Grunting, I lower my face, my mouth just hovering above hers. “Kiss me and then repeat that fucked up shit.”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I don’t want to hear it. Slanting my head, I press my mouth to hers, filling her with my tongue and finally tasting all of her. She resists for a second, maybe two, before she melts against me. Her hands slide up my chest and around my neck as she presses her chest against my own.
Without a word, I glide my hands down her small ass and wrap my fingers around the backs of her thighs before I pick her light body up. I don’t break the kiss as I walk toward her bedroom. I know it’s hers because there is only one in this small apartment.
I don’t have time to look around the room, my only goal is to find the bed. Laying Tulip down on the soft mattress, I nibble her bottom lip. Breaking the kiss with her mouth, but not allowing my lips to leave her body, I kiss the underside of her jaw.
Kissing down the column of her neck, I sink down to my knees as my hands travel up her thighs and find the waistband of her stretchy pants. Tugging them off, along with whatever the fuck she’s calling panties that don’t cover shit, I throw them somewhere in the room.
Placing my hands at the inside of her knees, I spread her legs wide.
“Louie,” she moans.
I smirk. “Shh, I’m still kissing you,” I murmur.
She giggles above me, but it dies in her throat as soon as my mouth touches her center. She’s warm, wet and so fucking perfect. One night with her certainly was not enough. The taste that I had of her, that didn’t quench my thirst. I’m fucking thirsty for her.
One of her hands immediately wraps around the back of my head, pulling me closer to her, deeper against her core. She lifts her hips, begging for more, opening for more. I fucking love it. Her inhibitions disappear when we’re together and it’s fucking gorgeous.
Lifting my eyes to look at her, she’s got her back and neck arched as she feels my tongue against her clit. I consume her, loving the way she trusts me, the way all of the other shit disappears when she’s beneath me.
I can feel her body tremble as my tongue works her, harder, faster. “Yes,” she cries into the silent room.
Growling, I move faster and harder, slipping two fingers inside of her and curling them. Her
fingernails dig into my neck before her entire body locks up solid and she lets out a long, deep moan.
I don’t stop. I continue to eat her, to lap her release with my tongue. Only when her body stops trembling, ceasing to twitch, do I lift my face from the sweet spot between her legs.
“Louie,” she breathes, her lips twitching into an effortless smile.
Standing to my feet, I grasp the hem of her sweater and smile when she lifts her arms and helps me take the bulky fabric off of her slim body.
“We’re talking about everything after this, Tullie. But fuck, I have to be inside of you right now.”
She nods, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. “I need that,” she exhales.
I undress, tossing my clothes around the room while she takes off the sparkly little top she wore on stage and exposes her entire body to me. Reaching for my cock, I wrap my fingers around my length and slowly stroke myself at the sight of her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tulip, you know that?”
Tulip sits up, her fingers reaching out and she traces my abs, causing my muscles to twitch at the feel of her delicate touch against my body.
“It’s you, Louis,” she breathes before she lifts her gaze up to meet mine. “You’re the gorgeous one. Not just on the outside, but inside too. I could never compare to you.”
Shaking my head once, I release my hold on my cock and close the small distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pick her up. She hooks her legs around my waist as I turn us so that we’re both lying on the bed.
Resting her head against the pillows, I look down at her as she releases her legs from me and opens wide.
My hips fit perfect between her thighs, my cock resting against her warm wet center. Placing my forearms next to her head, I’m careful not to apply any of my body weight against her small frame.
Shifting my hips, she lifts hers and I groan as I slowly sink inside of her tight heat. She’s so fucking warm and wet, so goddamn perfect. Careful not to just slam home, I keep my eyes focused on her face, waiting to see if I’m hurting her.
“I need all of you, Louis, don’t hold back,” she begs as if she can read my fucking mind.
“Tulip,” I warn.
She shakes her head, opening her eyes to look into my own. “Trust me, Louis. I know what I can take, what I need, and it’s for you to fill me completely full.”
Chapter Six
TULIP
Louis’ gaze is focused on me and nowhere else. Those green eyes render me frozen as he fills me, stretches me and roots himself so deeply inside of me, that I wonder if he’ll ever be able to leave, I hope not. I want him to stay here always.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
Dipping his chin, his lips gently brush mine in a barely there kiss. Lifting my hips, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze my thighs. He lets out a deep groan, his eyes closing as his lips slightly part.
“Give me everything,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “You’re not ready, Tullie,” he rasps as his eyes slowly open and his gaze refocuses on me.
I watch as he gulps, his throat moving with the motion and I want nothing more than to lick his skin there. Raking my nails up his back, I scratch his smooth skin, waiting, hoping that he’ll unleash the part of him that I know he has pent up inside. I want the strong wild man that’s there, the one who owned me all those months ago.
Slowly, he pulls out of me, almost to the tip before he sinks back inside. He repeats the move, his eyes still focused completely on me. He does it again, and again, working me up, building me up until I feel like I’m going to burst again. But it’s just not enough. I need more and judging by the grin playing on his lips, he knows.
He lifts one of his hands and slides his finger down the side of my face before he cradles the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as he shifts to his knees for leverage and a bit of a different angle.
“God,” I moan.
He chuckles. “Yeah, Tullie. God.”
“More,” I beg.
Louis shakes his head. “Sorry, baby. Taking my time with you tonight. Missed this.”
Growling, I scratch down his back a bit harder, but it doesn’t make him go any harder or any faster. It only makes him chuckle. Those green eyes twinkle down at me and his fingers flex in my hair.
After a few moments, I watch as sweat gathers on his forehead and I know that he’s in the same predicament as me. Licking my lips, I lift my head slightly and for the first time, I initiate a kiss between us.
Slipping my tongue into his surprised mouth, I taste him. He grunts, but his movements speed up, deliciously. His fingers tighten in my hair as he grinds down against me with each stroke of his cock.
I’m so close that I whimper in his mouth, my body starts to tremble and I can’t believe that I’m going to come again. Ripping my face from his, I let out a cry as I do just that. My arms and legs tighten, squeezing around him and it must be what breaks his control.
I feel his hand tug my neck back and then it happens. He fucks me. It’s hard and fast, so hard that I feel like I’m going to split in two with just the sheer power from his hips. I can do nothing but watch the beauty that is Louis Kingston as he searches for, then finds, his release.
Panting, he looks down at me just after he’s not only roared down the house but also filled me with his cum. He shakes his head, sweat beads flying around. Slipping my hand from his back, I reach between us and slide my hand down his sweat-soaked chest. It’s so incredibly sexy. I did this to him—me.
“Tullie,” he rasps.
“Is it always this good for you?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side, his cock still twitching inside of me. “Orgasms are always good, baby, but this is different,” he attempts to explain as he shifts away from me. I want to reach back and demand that he fill me again, but I don’t.
I watch as he flops down on his back next to me. I’m suddenly very aware of my nudity and the fact that he didn’t use a condom. Reaching for the blanket at the end of the bed with my toe, I try really hard to grip it so that I can cover myself.
The bed starts to shake, so I turn my head to look over at Louis who is on his side, his arms cocked and his hand cradling his head as he watches me, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“What the fuck are you doin’?” he asks between bouts of laughter.
“Trying to covertly cover myself,” I say.
He starts to laugh again, then he flops onto his back and reaches for me, hauling me over to his side. My arms flail around before my body is plastered to his side and his arms are wrapped around me, keeping me still and close to his side.
“Why would you want to cover yourself, you cold?” he asks, his voice soft and gentle.
Wrinkling my nose, I stare up at him before I speak. “Because I’m naked and I have flaws. Then there’s the fact that you’re leaking from inside of me and I need to go and clean up, but I don’t want to walk into the bathroom so that you can see all those previously mentioned flaws.”
He stares at me for a moment, blinking a couple of times before his lips twitch into a small smile. “You’re cute as fuck, you know that?”
“I’m being serious,” I state.
He snorts. “Yeah, but it’s cute. You don’t have flaws, Tullie, and even if you did, I saw all that shit up on stage with everyone else in town,” he snaps.
Shaking my head, I try to push away from him, but he doesn’t allow it. He keeps a firm hold on me, keeping me close to his side.
“The stage lights hide all of that,” I inform him.
He shakes his head, his eyes dancing and twinkling in the glow of the light that I always leave on coming from the bathroom.
“If you had flaws, the stage lights would highlight them, but the fact is that you don’t, and you never did.”
My stomach immediately twists in my belly and I feel horrifyingly sick. Shaking my head, I try again to push away from him, but again
, he doesn’t let me. Louis dips his chin, his lips so close to mine that I find myself instantly wishing that he would kiss me.
“Not a single flaw, Tulip,” he rasps before his lips brush mine.
LOUIS
I want to talk to her, to go into depth about why she rejected me the way that she did when she so obviously likes me. It can’t just be the race thing that I originally thought, can it? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time that I was some chick’s dirty little secret. But I can usually spot those kinds of women from a mile away now. Tulip just doesn’t strike me as manipulative like that.
Holding her, I’m afraid that if I loosen my grasp that she’ll pull away from me again. I’m going to get her to open up to me, at least a bit tonight. I have to.
“Tell me, Tulip. Why did you push me away?”
There’s a moment of silence. Her body doesn’t fight against me and I lie there wondering if she’s going to say anything at all when she suddenly starts to speak. But she doesn’t begin with telling me why she pushed me away, instead, she opens up more than I could ever have imagined.
“I met Joey when I was thirteen years old, did you know that?” she asks.
Lifting my hand, I begin to play with the ends of her longer hair. “I didn’t, baby.”
She hums. “Freshman in high school and he was sophomore. It was my first day of school and he walked right up to me and said, ‘I’m Joey and I’m your boyfriend,’ all while wearing this stupid confident boy grin.”
I can’t help but chuckle, thinking that it sounds a lot like me at that age. “Then what happened?”
“We were together from that moment on,” she says, shrugging a shoulder. “He’d break up with me off and on and then I’d find out that he had gone on dates with some of the older girls. He’d get what he wanted from them, then come back to me. It became a habit, so much so, that I was numb to it and at fourteen I finally gave in, in hopes that he would stay with me.”
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