by Kat T. Masen
Bullshit. This is the first I’ve heard of it.
“Uh, since when? I had no idea…”
“Why? Is it a problem?” I know he is peering through my door, fucking nosy piece of shit! Julian must have left, thank God, but now I’m going to annoy the fuck out of Lex for thinking he can outsmart me.
I walk toward the stairwell, resting my hand on the railing.
“No problem. I’d have gotten Andy ready if I’d known, that’s all. Hey, Andy!” I call out. He races toward me looking up with anticipation. “Can you go to my room and get your runners? You left them there last night.”
He races into my room and yells from within. “Mama, no shoes!”
I answer back giving him direction, and he emerges a moment later carrying them.
Lex looks frustrated, and secretly I’m jumping for joy and poking a stick at him. Nosy bastard.
“You ready, Andy?” he asks.
Andy nods, and they walk down the stairs ready to leave the house, but not before Lex pulls me aside.
“Adriana?” His eyes are doing that annoying hypnotizing thing that works on all women besides me. I’m his little sister. He has pulled this stunt several times knowing very well it’s a fruitless exercise.
“Yes, brother?” I bat my eyelashes.
He is pissed off, and I love pissing him off. Lex believes the world revolves around him, and his controlling nature is a force to be reckoned with. Intimidation may get him far in life but messing with his sister is a dead end.
“Forget it,” he responds, agitated.
Closing the front door behind him, I race to the living room. Julian is long gone, not a trace he was here. Did I imagine it? Surely, he had to have been here. I walk around looking for something, anything, but nothing. The blanket and pillow I had lent him were back inside the linen closet.
Frustrated and seriously thinking I’ve lost the plot, I head to the kitchen to make myself a much-needed coffee. Next to my machine, I notice my shopping list. Huh, that’s odd, I don’t keep this here. I go to return it to the fridge but notice handwriting on the to-do list section.
Midday, Beach Resort Hotel, room 349.
My mind takes a moment to click. Shit! It’s his room number.
My body reacts first in excitement, then prompts me to call my mom and ask if she can look after Andy. She is free until seven o’clock. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? I then text Lex and ask him to drop Andy off at Mom’s. Suddenly, I’m in my shower shaving every part of me. No time for a wax, knowing I’d regret shaving my lady garden two days later when I’m itching like a dog with fleas.
I head to my closet where I find a short floral summer dress and mix it with wedged sandals. My hair is done, and I glance at my watch—ten-thirty. Oh, who cares if I’m early. I’m eager to head across town and don’t want to be late.
I walk into the lobby of the hotel conscious people are eyeing me like I’m Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. With some direction from the concierge, I make my way to the tenth floor and find the room. Just as I’m about to knock, I notice a swipe card peeking out of the bottom of the door. My hands are shaking as I grab it and swipe it. The door unlocks, and I find myself inside the room closing the door gently behind me.
The room is dark—all the curtains are drawn shut, but the sound of the shower can be heard. I place my purse on the nightstand, and with my heart beating out of my chest, I open the slightly ajar door to a steaming bathroom. My vision is clouded, but I can see the silhouette of his muscled back. My jaw almost drops when he turns to the side, and I catch a glimpse of him stroking himself, eyes closed as he uses his spare hand to lean on the wall.
I’m ready to combust.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and without even thinking, I remove my shoes and climb into the shower fully dressed. With the water embracing me, I wrap my hand around his chest and lean my head against his back.
“I thought you’d come,” he whispers.
“Not yet, handsome,” I tease.
He turns around slowly and stands naked with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever seen in my life. I gulp in fear, yet uncontrollably, I drop to my knees and place my hand on his shaft. With slow strokes and maintaining eye contact, he groans under his breath and demands I take it all in. But I play hardball, teasing him with gentle strokes, watching his body tense with desire. His eyes open wide as he stares down and watches me intently, begging me now to take it all in, but I resist again, building up the pleasure. My mouth moves closer to the tip of his cock, and just when he thinks I’m about to suck, I pull back teasing him again, increasing the pace of my stroke.
“Adriana, take it in now,” he whimpers.
I hold the control, and I know I’m getting off on it too, practically swollen and dripping wet despite the water cascading down on my fully dressed body. He sees me inch closer, and while I plan to hold back again, he’s swift and demands me to suck on his cock, shoving all of him directly into my mouth.
Giving head isn’t on my top ten fun things to do, but something about him, the way he makes it look so sexy and appealing, possesses me to take him as far in as I can. The tickle at the back of my throat causes me to gag slightly, warning me it’s as far as it can go. His eyes flare at my ability to push him in further, the thrill indulging me to exceed my limits and open my mouth wider. I move my mouth in rhythm with my suction as I watch him melt around me. He is demanding me to pleasure him, and I give him all I have, and just like the gentleman Julian is, he warns me with a rugged threat it’s all about to end.
I keep on going until he explodes in my mouth, banging on the wall of the shower as he releases into me and finds himself coming down from an extreme high. I lick the tip of his cock and move my way back up to him. He smashes his lips onto mine, caressing my face in an intimate gesture.
I’m about to tell him how much I missed him but am distracted by the removal of my dress followed by my bra and panties. Standing naked in front of him, he licks his lips in delight. Pressing my body up against the wall, he demands I raise my hands over my head, and I obey.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans.
I’m a little unsure of what to do, never been pinned to a wall before, but it doesn’t take me long to figure out his next move as his tongue moves from my mouth, tracing my neck as he stops midway between my breasts. My nipples are erect, waiting in anticipation as his lips circle them, my eyes close allowing my senses to take over. I’m trying to hold back the impending orgasm, but fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s all becoming too hard, including his delicious cock pressing firmly against my leg, begging to be noticed again.
His rolls my nipples between his fingers, tugging them as I beg for more. Words and emotions are leaving my mouth without my brain’s approval. I feel dirty, and I fucking love it.
With his tongue now moving past my belly button, I embrace the pleasure he is about to bestow on me and wait impatiently as he kisses the insides of my thighs. He is taking his jolly old time, and this gratification stuff has run its course.
Perhaps he senses my frustration and smiles. “A little impatient, aren’t we?”
I squirm again and blurt out, “You’re killing me.”
The smirk on his face widens, but he doesn’t move an inch.
“I’m not kidding, and this is fucking unfair!”
He still doesn’t move an inch. I mean seriously, I’m a bomb ready to explode, one button, that’s all I am asking for here. There’s no change, and that bomb warns me it’s time to take matters into my own hands.
I pull my arms down and firmly grip his head, forcing his mouth between my legs, and the second his lips touch my sensitive spot, I let out the loudest groan, clutching his hair as my body threatens to give straight away.
A little longer, distract yourself. Quick, look around you!
Shampoo.
Soap.
Rainbows.
Rainbow showers.
Pee.
OMG, Eric!
&n
bsp; Eww, gross.
A let out a huge relief as the thought of Eric is like a splash of cold water. I enjoy Julian devouring me, watching his tongue flick the tip of my clit. It’s insanely hot watching him at my command, and I’m lapping up the attention until I feel a finger slide within me, and I know I have zero control.
Game over.
The water is stifling hot now. My body tenses as my chest rises and falls, and I warn him only seconds before I’m seeing fucking fireworks. I feel myself contract, and the pleasure consumes all of me, gulping a whole heap of water as my dry mouth screams in ecstasy. He moves his body up, satisfied with himself, and suggests we hop out. My clothes lie wet in a heap on the bathroom floor, but I don’t care. I’m here with him.
We are entwined within each other as we lay contently in bed. My head is resting on his chest as I attempt to listen to his heartbeat. It’s strong, and I want to ask it if it beats for me.
“You’re too quiet,” he says, kissing the lobe of my ear.
“I’m thinking.”
“Wait. Stop the press. Adriana thinks quietly?”
I punch him in the chest.
“A little lower,” he instructs.
I punch him in the stomach.
“Lower,” he grumbles.
My hands move lower, accidentally grazing his hard-on. I’m no longer shy. I’ve become extremely comfortable with his body. With a tight grip, I begin to talk. “So, I have a question.”
He rolls his eyes and moves, so he is on top of me. “I haven’t fucked you. So, the question and answer portion are on hiatus until I’ve been inside you, you got me?”
I smile back, and he doesn’t pussyfoot around with foreplay, entering me whole as I sink beneath him. Every thrust, every push, he whispers how much he needs me, and I return the sentiment. Consumed with raw passion, I beg him not to stop, never to stop being inside me.
We lose all sense of time, clinging to each other, desperate for the intimate connection both of us crave. With our bodies in perfect sync, I beg him to come inside me, demand he explode around me, and when he does, I follow shortly after, collapsing beneath him as I’m short of breath.
He pulls me back into him, and I wrap his arms so tightly around me, ignoring our sweaty bodies.
“Can we stay like this?” I murmur.
He lets out a short laugh. “Change of heart from last night?”
I sink into him deeper, wanting him to protect me and not let me go. “I was a bitch. I felt so guilty, you know? It was our house. What if he was watching me?”
“You think he’s watching you?”
“I don’t know what to think. It just didn’t feel right, and I should’ve been more honest about my feelings rather than hurting you.”
“I agree, Adriana. I need to know what you’re thinking. You need to let me know when you’re uncomfortable.”
I smile in his arms. “So, about my question,” I ask again. “And I hear that eye rolling.”
He pulls me in deeper and places his hand on my breast in a non-sexual move.
“How do you feel about coming out to Charlie and Lex?”
Julian remains silent.
I give him a minute.
“Okay, I don’t like silence,” I complain.
“Adriana, it’s called a thought process.”
“Oh, bullcrap, you’re fabricating your thoughts. What was the first thing you thought?”
“First thing? I’m not ready. Like the first time you eat spaghetti after vomiting it.”
“What?” I laugh out loud.
“When I was five, I puked up spaghetti all over my bed. Couldn’t touch the stuff till I was sixteen, and even then, it was with fear and trepidation.”
My body moves up and down, laughing uncontrollably at his story. “Oh, that happened to me with strawberry ice cream. I couldn’t touch the damn stuff till like twenty years later.”
“So, you know,” he confirms.
I do know. We aren’t going to be welcomed with open arms. That’s the bottom line. Just as Eric had said, an epic of shit-storms no matter how the truth unveils.
“Okay, so change of subject. Are you here for good, and what’s the plan?”
“I’m here for the next month, then off to Morocco for a piece I need to do. I’ve found a place not far from Hazel’s which is great since I can spend time with Blaze.”
“When do I see you? How will this work? Will we just meet at your place?”
“Adriana,” he says soothingly. “Calm down, okay? Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
“But… but… I need to—” I feel him throbbing against me. Fuck me dead. Wow! Okay, what was I going to say? “So yeah, anyways—”
“Do I need to fuck you again to shut you up?”
“Well, I do have more questions,” I tease.
He doesn’t ask and slides himself in from behind. “There’s only one question I want you to ask, Adriana.”
“What’s that?”
“Ask me how I’m going to make you come.”
My body quivers. “How are you going to make me come, Julian?”
He pushes me on all fours and positions himself behind me. With his hands firmly on my hips, he pushes against me at an even, slow pace. “I’m going to slide my finger into your ass and fuck you hard until you come all over my cock. Can you handle that?”
Hot damn. I nod.
“Say it out loud,” he grunts.
“I want you to finger my ass and fuck me hard.”
I feel him spit onto my asshole, circling it gently before he slides in. His pace increases, and I’m coming undone feeling that familiar ache form in the pit of my belly.
I want him to explore every part of me.
Heart, mind, body, and soul.
I am his.
He is mine.
And that’s what he did for the next five hours until it was time for me to leave, back to my so-called responsible life.
I pick up Andy on my way to meet Eric, Tristan, and Charlie for an early dinner.
Lex flew to Manhattan due to some big mess. I’m not listening, to tell you the truth. It’s what happens when Charlie rambles on about her husband.
The restaurant is a family-friendly eatery, bugging the shit out of Eric. Amelia and Andy are happily playing in the kids’ corner as the waiter stands beside our table to take our order.
“I’ll have the ham and pea soup for starters with a side of garlic bread, the steak and mixed salad for my entree. Oh, wait, can you add potatoes to that and sour cream?” The waiter nods, quickly writing on his pad. “Great, and for dessert I’ll have the chef’s surprise, but make sure it comes with two scoops of vanilla ice cream… oh, what the hell, make it three.” I place my menu down to be met with gaping mouths.
“Adriana, are you feeding Africa?” Charlie asks.
“No, just famished,” I practically sing out loud.
“That’s a mighty big meal. Sounds like you had a busy day.” Eric snickers.
I shoot him an annoyed look. What the fuck is he thinking? At least Tristan has the decency to keep his trap shut.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake. Amelia has spilled some water.” A fretful Charlie excuses herself to attend to her daughter.
“Okay, you better fess up, missy, because you look freshly fucked in every orifice,” Eric points out.
“Eric, honestly. That’s so crass,” Tristan scolds him.
My cheeks begin to flush, no doubt visibly red from Eric’s observation. “Yes, all right. Keep your big mouth shut or no deets.”
“Geez, don’t get all nasty on me,” Eric gripes. “Look at you, you’ve got that glow. You know that jizz-splashed-all-over-your-face glow.”
My shoulders rise and fall as I chuckle at his comment. Even Tristan isn’t immune to Eric’s humor.
“Tristan, maybe you need to block your ears for this,” I warn.
“Please, I live with Eric. I can handle the smut talk.”
“Okay, Julian is so fucki
ng unbelievable I can’t walk. I mean literally, I think my vagina is broken,” I blurt out.
“Oh, hell no, you could’ve warned me, Adriana,” Tristan complains.
“I did!”
He rambles uncomfortably about needing to leave the table and uses Andy and Amelia as an excuse to heads over.
“Oh, sweetie, I’m so happy for you!” Eric claps his hands and stands up to hug me.
“What’s going on?” Charlie returns, eyeing us cautiously.
“Finally finished a design, that’s all,” I lie. “I had this creative block for months, and now it’s all coming together.
“Right, I thought you were going to finally tell me who you’ve been fucking because I swear, Adriana, it’s written all over your face.” She chugs on her drink while waiting for my response.
Crap!
I can’t tell her the whole truth, only because it will affect her marriage. Instead, I decide to give her a few tidbits, leaving out the most important part—Julian.
“Okay. Look, Charlie, it’s not serious. It was a one-night fling, not even a fling just a make-out session, and please don’t tell Lex. And I mean best friend pinky swear, sister-code swear on the Bible and your firstborn.”
“Aww, Adriana, don’t make me do all that.” She frowns, letting out a breath. “What if he asks me?”
“You tell him you can answer the question, but you won’t be held accountable for sexual images of his sister which may creep into his brain and require a gallon of brain bleach.”
“Great response.” She rubs her hands together in delight. “Okay, so gimme all the goss.”
Andy moves toward us and asks to sit down. “Another time, perhaps.”
“Okay, so guess what I’ve planned?” Eric says, barely able to contain his excitement.
We both shrug our shoulders. Tristan is already shaking his head disapprovingly—this can’t be good. Eric is known to be wild and adventurous, but on a positive note, life is never dull around him.
“I’m having a little gathering at our place on Friday night. A very special guest will be attending.”
“Eric, the last time you said that a shemale stripper turned up.” Charlie winces.
