Pisces - Mr. Imagination: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series Book 3)

by Tiana Laveen

  “I’ve travelled to many places. My life has been amazing…”

  “What about men, Ivy? Are you dating somebody right now? Divorced? Are you fucking someone? Would he freak out if he knew that I wanted his woman and she slept in my bed last night?” His smile slowly faded and that magnetic intensity returned.

  “No to all of your questions. My love life is marked with the letters ‘HM’… Hot Mess.”

  He smiled at her confession.

  “You like me, don’t you?” He glided his finger along her chin.

  “I’ll be honest with you; you’re my type. My type is always wrong though. I dated men like you, Paxton. It never works out.”

  “I can assure you you’ve never dated a man like me, baby. Because if you had, you two would still be together.”

  She looked away. “Let me make something clear. I am talking about men who had power and clout, a following. People wanted to be around them but these guys didn’t know how to love. Not even one of them.”

  “I know how to love.”

  “I’m sure you think you do.” She winked at him.

  “Ever had your heart broken?”

  “Of course.” She sighed and glanced up at the ceiling.

  “It struck a nerve when you told me about the miscarriage because I was pregnant by a man I loved very much, a long time ago. Come to find out, he was married and I didn’t know it. So much for my great reporting skills.” She rolled her eyes. “I lost the baby; I lost everything, including my mind. After spending about three months or so out of work, trying to get myself together, I re-entered the job market and that’s when I got my position at the Sun. I thought my boss was great at first, but then he started hitting on me. I wasn’t interested, so he stopped, but I always felt like, due to my rejection of him, he started to make things a bit harder for me, such as giving me the shit assignments. It’s weird. I’d actually consider him a friend, even now. We’ve got a strange relationship. He can be an ass then, at other times, he is sweet as pie… a mind fuck, games people play.”

  “You lost your mind for a year. My mind has been lost forever.” They smiled at one another. “So, uh, is that what you want?”

  “What?”

  “A husband? A baby?”

  “Well, one will probably never happen.” She took a deep breath. “Found out at a routine gynecologist visit last year that I probably can never have a baby. That one pregnancy apparently was some sort of miracle.” She forced a smile as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. “I always wanted to be a wife and mother, but I wanted my career more… that is until being a wife and mother seemed as if it would never happen. Funny how that works.” She shrugged. “Got out of a relationship eight months ago with a guy I thought was the one. I was sure we’d be getting married. Turned out, he was knee deep in illegal activities, despite having a wonderful career as a petroleum engineer. I don’t trust my choices when it comes to men, Paxton, so when I look into your eyes… those beautiful, light gray eyes that look like rain in the city, my body wants you, my heart is afraid, and my mind screams, ‘hell no.’”

  Much to her surprise, the man nodded in understanding.

  “I’d make a great friend, but a terrible boyfriend, right?” She laughed lightly as he continued to caress her face, putting her in a state of relaxation.

  “I don’t know… Maybe one day you’ll change, and then someday that may not be true.”

  “Someday could be today.” He leaned in close and placed his soft, delicious lips upon hers. They breathed heavy, in and out, stealing each other’s oxygen and giving it right back. “I like so many things about you, Ivy. Your story doesn’t surprise me. You tell it to everyone you see.”

  “Huh? No, I don’t.” She grimaced. “Trust me, I’m not the type to go blabbing about my problems.”

  “Sure you do; you just don’t know it. You see, that’s the advantage of a mentalist. I can look at people and see their needs, their desires, their pain. It’s not all a show. I can use it to exploit someone, or to understand them. People look at me and think, ‘He’s just a cool guy.’ No, I’m not cool. I can see so much more… so much more, baby. You don’t want anything from me but my story. I know it’s for your own gain, but you listen to me nevertheless. I know when this tell-all hits the newsstands and all of my demons are exposed, the press is going to have a field day with me. But that’s all right.” He smiled at her, a gentle, sweet smile. “I’m ready to come on out and reveal myself. Maybe it’ll work out, right? Maybe just like you said, it’ll help my career. Who knows? I agreed to the interview not just because of your sales pitch though.”

  “Why else did you agree to it?”

  “I agreed to it because when I pulled your picture up online, I looked into your eyes, and I could see your secrets. I felt comfortable telling you my story because I knew you had something to lose, too. The scales were even, but I don’t always play fair.”

  She sighed when he rolled her onto her back and removed his robe, revealing long, muscular limbs covered in tattoos, love and light. She scanned him, took him all in, as beautiful as he was. Getting on top of her, he hitched his hands beneath her arms and dragged her closer to the headboard, then punched a button on the wall.

  The bed began to turn, ever so slowly. At first, she thought she was seeing things, but then she realized that it wasn’t a dream or hallucination at all. He kept his eyes on her as he reached for the white towel around her body. He unwrapped her, exposing her nude form. She swallowed hard but remained calm as his gaze drifted to her neck, her collar bones, her breasts. He trailed his gaze downward, all the way to her feet, his fingertips caressing her flesh as if she were something he would worship. Lifting one leg, he hooked it over his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh.

  “Do you always watch men take a piss?” A grin creased his face.

  “If they leave the damn bathroom door open so the woman they want to fuck sees them take a piss, then yeah, I’m going to watch.”

  Holding her by the ankle, he placed her big toe in his mouth and sucked on it as he massaged her calf. She arched her back and moaned. All the nasty thoughts in his mind she could almost feel…

  “And did you like what you saw? Or did you need a closer look when you spilled coffee all over my fucking floor and bed?”

  “If you make your cock jump then I’m going to see what’s hoppin’.” He chuckled as he sucked her other toes. The vibration of his laughter raced through her. Before she knew it, he was climbing back up her body as if she were a rope. His narrow hips between her thighs, his body pushed into hers as if they were made this way, to fit just right. He grinded slowly, churning. The thin fabric of his boxers didn’t hide his erection. Taking hold of her hips, he slid his hard, long, ridiculously fat cock out from the slit of his underwear and placed it between her thighs, pressing her legs around it. Slowly moving up and down, round and round, he stimulated her pussy, forcing her to grind against him. She yelled out, taking a fistful of sheets as she clenched her teeth.

  “Hump my dick… masturbate on it…” She rotated her hips against the hardness of his muscle, in awe of how large and long it felt against her clit. “Feels good, baby?”

  “Yes! The rumor was true,” she blurted, her orgasm building in record speed.

  “What rumor?” He sucked his lower lip as he stared into her eyes.

  “That you’re packing…hung like a horse.”

  “Ohhhh, that rumor. Paxton is packin’, huh?” He smiled. “Mmm, interesting. That’s the rumor you heard? That I’ve got a big dick?”

  “Yes…”

  “What rumors are floating around about you, Ivy?”

  “That I’m a bitch.”

  “We already talked about that one, but you’re not a bitch. You scratch my itch, even though you’re the cause of why I can’t sleep… You creep into my dreams like poison ivy.” He fell upon her, humping and twisting his hips in a circular motion. The bed kept rotating too as he worked vigorously between her legs, s
quirming and pumping in such a beautifully, rhythmic, and unique way. He looked into her eyes as he hastened his pace, forcing her to masturbate harder against him. She’d never had a man do this to her… become her full-bodied sex toy. The grand illusionist was going to make her cum without eating her pussy, without sliding a finger inside her love, without fucking her. All he had to do was look at her, hump between her legs, slide his long, hard body against hers and then…

  She gasped, her back arched, and she screamed out. Her climax destroyed her resolve and her legs shook as she came hard on his bed, her inner thighs trickling with her nectar. Leafy Dragon’s “Disconnected” played through the speakers as she came back to her senses. She startled when she realized he was gone…

  She hadn’t seen him get up, felt him leave her side. He stood naked across the room, lighting candles.

  “You like this song…” He closed the bedroom curtains all the way, and the room went pitch black. More and more flames appeared as he kept lighting them. “I’ve heard you play it before. Does it mean something to you, Paxton?”

  “Yeah…” was all he offered, his deep voice drifting to her and rumbling through her core. All of the candles gave her a clear view of what was happening… and her heart beat all the faster. She looked down at his feet. They weren’t on the ground… Closer he came, drifting like a ship across the ocean with a white candle in his hand. He placed it on one of the nightstands.

  “Are you going to tell me how you do your famous levitation trick, Paxton?” She kept her eyes on the man’s feet… still floating…

  How the hell is he doing this everywhere?! I’ve got to find out…

  “Nope.” He laughed lightly as he slid next to her in the bed. “Lie back.” She did as he instructed, slipping an arm beneath her pillow. The wet comfort of a curled tongue slid across her right nipple. He sucked softly, his eyes closed, his hands massaging the raised flesh as he licked and sucked her darkened pearl until it was taut. The sounds of “Idle Teen” by Marina & The Diamonds filled the room.

  “You have…” She sighed, temporarily forgetting the English language. The sensations he delivered to her body felt so good, they took her breath away. “You have interesting musical tastes… I like it.”

  His black hair obscured his face as he devoured her breasts. She hissed when he began to pump and hump between her legs again, the grinding so slow and soft it made a torturous, wonderful experience. He drifted down her body like sliding silk. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he pushed them higher, then open. “Oh shit…” she whispered when he flicked his tongue all over her pussy and ate her with expert precision. The tip of his tongue waltzed all along her clit, the nerve endings alive and throbbing, and he only paused to suck and swallow her flowing juices. He worked his finger within her, going knuckle deep while he kept his tongue pressed firm on her clit. Her breath hitched when he introduced a second finger, then a third.

  “I want you, Ivy… and I’m going to have you.”

  Her muscles tightened at his possessive words, the kind that caused her breathing to accelerate. How could this be? She was to do an interview with the man, that and only that, but now they’d spent several days together and things were happening… words were said… feelings felt. She screamed out as she came for the second time, her world exploding into a million fragments until she, too, levitated from her bodily self.

  He kissed her clit one last time, rolled away, and shimmied up the bed. Opening the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a condom, tore the thing open, and tossed the wrapper onto the floor. She peered over and the wrapper read ‘Durex XXL’. Placing the rubber on the nightstand, he opened the drawer once again and handed her a sheet of paper. As she tried to read the thing in the limited light, he turned on a small nearby lamp, then rocked back on his knees. His massive cock lay against his thigh. She soon realized she was reading a medical testing report for diseases, including HIV. He was negative for all.

  “Thanks.” He took the paper away from her and placed it back inside the drawer. “I’m negative too, but I don’t have any papers with me. I get tested regularly.” Her gaze drifted down to his dick. Her mouth pooled with saliva at the sight of it.

  “Go on, touch it. I’ll put the jimmie on in a sec. I want to feel your hands and mouth on my dick first.” She reached for his cock. The heaviness and warmth in her hands made her pussy cry with joy. Falling onto her stomach before him, she enveloped the bulbous head of the monster into her mouth, not wasting another damn second. His deep, guttural groans vibrated within her as she sucked him leisurely, taking her time, enjoying the smooth, velvety feel of his dick in her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her sisterlocks and jerked. She gagged on the length as she took more of him in, paused, then tried again. She was determined to get this beast in her mouth… She wanted him so fucking bad.

  “Take your time, go slow… work it in.” He began to pump his hips, gyrate, then repeat. Gripping his ass with both hands, she brought him closer to her, sucking him with all of her might. The noises from the man’s mouth spurred her to more boldness; she was definitely doing something right.

  Jerking her hair back suddenly, he yanked her off his cock in the coldest, most brutal way. She flailed about, her arms swinging wildly as he laid her across the bed, her head at the foot of it. In a flash, he grabbed the condom and sheathed himself. She breathed fast and hard, her anticipation skyrocketing as he pushed the head of the enormous thing inside of her.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed when he administered small but fasts thrusts, the damn thing like nothing she’d ever felt before. Even as wet as she was, horny and in need, the man’s cock stretched her wide and bordered somewhere between pleasure and pain. “Whoever would let you fuck them in the ass must’ve craved a death sentence!” He lightly laughed at her words, but their smiles soon faded when he fell upon her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and went deeper. “God…” She huffed and breathed in and out.

  “I get plenty of head, pussy, and ass; it just takes a second. After I break you in, you’ll be fine, baby.”

  And he was right… those seconds turned to minutes and he was churning her pussy like butter. She craved his strokes like a fish did water. The way he worked her pussy, coaxing it open, was the gateway to pure carnal gratification. Paxton went in deeper, much deeper, but his thrusts were slow and steady. He kept one hand on her clit and the other on her ass, bringing her into his forceful pumps, compelling her clit to touch his fingers and her pussy to rub against his shaft. The man didn’t simply know how to make love; he’d invented lovemaking. From his foreplay to his kisses to the way he worked his cock inside her hot pussy, everything he touched was magic—pure bliss. Her entire body was impassioned, alive and wanting more. Fastening her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs across his waist, she welcomed his thrusts, her gaze hooked on his.

  “You’ve got some good, pussy, baby… shit!” She smiled at his words. “I wanna fuckin’ cum in you so goddamn bad… but I’ll wait my turn, bide my time. One day I won’t even have to ask.”

  “You think so? I told you I don’t fuck with men like you anymore… Don’t get the wrong idea, Paxton.” She held onto her resolve by a loose thread, and it was frazzled, fast disintegrating.

  “You said a lot of shit you don’t mean. It’s the way you protect yourself, right? You told me I wouldn’t be getting any pussy… you told me you weren’t staying over… you told me you weren’t going to tell me much about yourself, that you don’t do interviews, just give them… and yet, here we are. I’m gettin’ some pussy, yours… you stayed over, and you told me all your fucking secrets. How can you tell me you don’t fuck with men like me anymore when my rock-hard cock is now completely inside of you, balls deep? The rumor is fuckin’ true, baby. I’m hung like a horse, and I fuck like a stallion, too!”

  She screamed out as he pumped harder than before. Wrapping his hard body all around her, he took her. The bed shook and kept going ’round as he fucked the living shit out
of her.

  “That’s right, baby. Take this dick, all of it!”

  She was speechless, her mouth hanging open as she clung onto the man tight and came so hard, her head throbbed with a newborn headache. Her pussy overflowed, the damn thing singing his praises as it squirted. She wiggled and yelled, her body falling apart beneath him. He didn’t slow; he didn’t break his stride. And then, she noticed it… up above on his ceiling was a skylight. A helicopter was flying overhead. She smiled as she watched the craft with its little blinking lights until it disappeared out of sight. She could see their reflections in that window now—broken fragments of the truth. Had she known all along she wanted this motherfucker? Was that why she’d pursued the story so hard? Was it more than just the fact that no one could tie Paxton Starr down? Now, she had to ask herself the hard questions…

  “Oh God!” She climaxed again unexpectedly when the man massaged her pussy between their humping bodies. Her pussy loved this motherfucker, and the son of a bitch knew it. She hated his smile at that moment, resented him for making her fall for the bad boy that meant her no good. When would she ever learn?

  “I’m getting on a plane and going to the beach tonight and you’re coming with me.” He groaned and claimed her lips with a kiss that took her breath away. She fell into some fantasy land, somewhere forbidden and magical as he shook against her. He suddenly lifted himself from her body, snatched the rubber off, stroked his cock, and came hard against her stomach. White, creamy semen coated her navel and pubic hair. His groans echoed throughout the room as he jerked his dick until it was spent. Panting hard, sweat raining down his body and gliding over his tattoos, he stared down at her, supporting his body on his hands. His thick black eyebrows dipped, as if he were angry, but not quite certain how to tell her so. His expression relaxed at last, and he laid a gentle kiss against her cheek, then her lips.

  “I want you, you know that, right?” She nodded and reached for him. Paxton intersected their fingers. “I’ve got you, you’re mine… you know that now, right?”