by Stacy Borel
Time stood still. I was lost to him, and how he was making me feel. But then he asked his next question.
“What happened with your parents?”
My arm dropped. Another tough subject. Hadn’t we had enough heavy for one night?
“What do you want to know?”
“The night it all happened. Were you there?”
“No. But I was supposed to be.”
He frowned. “You were supposed to be?”
“In the car, I mean. My parents had gone to the mountains for their annual ‘it’s going to be too cold to sleep outside’ camping trip. They’d done it since I was a baby. It was the one vacation that all three of us looked forward to every year. I wasn’t one of those teens that avoided their parents. I loved being around them. That particular year, I had come down with some crazy flu that my body didn’t want to shake. My mom was going to cancel but I told her I’d be fine. The neighbors were near, and I was old enough to drive by then anyway if I needed something. I’ll never forget how reluctant she was. My dad said we could hold off for another weekend, but really it was already getting too late in the year and I didn’t want to be the reason they missed it for the first time since they started the tradition. I promised I’d have my phone nearby, and if anything happened they would know. They were on their way back from the three day trip. I was finally starting to feel better and was expecting them home later that evening. But there was a knock on my door.” I closed my eyes and did everything I could to hold back the tears. I hadn’t spoken about this or even allowed myself to think of it for years. The memory was too painful and not the way I wanted to remember them. “I vaguely remember the officer telling me what had happened. They weren’t very far from home. Maybe an hour. Someone had been coming off of their long shift and fell asleep at the wheel and they crossed the median. The whole vehicle was totaled. The backseat where I would have been sitting was mangled. Both died on impact. The officer had asked me if there was someone that he could call for me, but there was no one. My grandparents were already gone, and both were only children. They’re laid to rest near here but I haven’t been back to visit their grave sites since they were buried.”
He sat for a moment and let what I’d said sink in. “You were sixteen?”
“Yes.”
“Did the courts want to place you in the system?”
“No. Technically I was already ahead of the rest of my class in school, and I was old enough to emancipate myself . My parents left their insurance policies in my name, and the house. I’ve been on my own since.”
“Seriously, Annabelle, that’s awful.”
I shrugged, not sure what else to say.
“I’m sorry for asking you to tell me. But thank you for trusting me enough to tell me all of this.”
I glanced up at him. “Welcome. Hey, where’s your bathroom?”
He appeared a little put off by my quick change in subject. Pointing to a door off the living room, he said, “Through there and to the left.”
“Thank you.”
I stood and went where he directed me. The door he told me to go through was his bedroom. I didn’t think about where I was walking, I just wanted to get away and calm down. Being in here wasn’t going to help the process. Instead of lingering, I went straight into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me. It was a much larger space than you’d expect from a one bedroom apartment. There was a stand up shower, with a separate Jacuzzi tub in one corner. And in the other, was a door that lead to the toilet. I didn’t actually need to go, so I walked to the sink. Turner kept this room very neutral. The walls were white and beige towels hung on the racks. It reminded me of a JCPenny’s catalog. Not at all what I’d expect after seeing the rest of the modern space. Guess everyone needed a little bit of dullness in their life.
Turning on the sink, I splashed some water on my face. It was cool and it soothed my frazzled nerves. I’d overshared. I didn’t regret telling him, but it was too much for a night like tonight. I had a long day at work, he’d seen me with the baby, and all I really wanted from tonight was a relaxing dinner, wine, and to see if anything else progressed between us. It was already a long time coming. Well, in terms of how quickly I knew he moved. It was a good pace for me though. The conversation had likely put a damper on the evening.
Shutting off the water, I dabbed my face on the bland towel, and walked out the door. What I didn’t expect to find was Turner, standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
No answer. Instead he came at me like a freight train. Turner picked me up under my arms leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t stop his forward momentum until he had me pushed up against the wall by the bathroom.
“No, I’m not okay.” He breathed in my face. “I need you.”
No other conversation was needed. Thoughts of what we discussed only ten minutes ago were out the window. Right now was sheer animal instinct, and I had no intention of stopping him. His mouth came crushing down on mine in a forceful manner that would leave my lips swollen and bruised. Open mouths, tongues battling, and pure desire were swirling in the air, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wasn’t going to stop him if he took this as far as it could go tonight. I needed him just like he said he needed me. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted to know how he moved and thrusted. No more imagining the “what if’s.” I’d take what I wanted from him, and I’d dare him to tell me no.
His tongue pushed against mine with a force that I’d never felt before. He licked and sucked on my lower lip. Nipping when he pulled away and came back for more. I repeated his motions, and I could feel what I was doing to him. The bulge beneath his jeans was enough to make me want to whimper. My hips moved forward and I pressed myself against him. I was wet and I needed relief from the pressure that was stirring in my sex. Setting me down, I stood on my tiptoes still trying to taste his lips.
“I want you on my bed, naked, Annabelle.” The way he said my name was so different than any other time.
I ripped my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. “More?” I taunted, not knowing where this daring girl had come from.
“All of it. Don’t make me ask again.”
I backed up until the bed hit the back of my knees. “I don’t see you doing the same.”
He took two steps in my direction. “You want the shirt gone?”
“Mhmm.”
Doing that one-arm over the back of his head move that guys somehow master, he pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. I stared at every chiseled curve of his abs and ribs. There wasn’t even a patch of hair leading below his jeans. The shape of what was threatening to break out from under the zipper was so enticing, my mouth watered.
“What now?”
“Pants, Turner.”
He shook his head no. “I believe I asked first.”
I twisted around giving him my back. Unzipping, I hooked my thumbs on the top of my jeans and pushed them down my legs. They reached my knees and dropped to the floor. I made a show of stepping out of them and looking over my shoulder. My hair was hanging down past the middle of my back, and I was wearing a pair of black cheeky underwear. Couldn’t have been more thankful in that moment that I was a firm believer that pretty underwear, even if nobody saw them, made you feel good during the day.
“You going to make me wait?” I asked, turning around to face him.
The corner of his mouth tipped up into a devilish smile. “Suppose not.”
I watched every little move he made as he removed his clothing, leaving him standing in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. My legs were weak and I was going to come out of my skin if he didn’t touch me soon.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to join him.
I shook my head no. “I can’t.”
And I really couldn’t. I was frozen where I stood. Unless he lay me down on this bed behind me, my leaning
up against it was the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees and begging him to give me what I wanted. And right now I’d take just about anything from him. It had been entirely too long since I’d been with a man. It should be considered a sin how long it had been.
He got the picture, closed the space between us and pressed his firm body against mine. His skin was warm, while mine felt overheated. His hands came up and grazed the upper part of my arm and slowly descended until he reached my elbow. He grasped me and leaned me back, letting me know he wanted me lying down. I obliged. My back hit a smooth pillowy surface, and my head rested on the comfort of down feathers. He hovered over top of me. Next to the bed was his night stand. He opened the drawer and pulled out a silver wrapper. He made no show of hiding he was grabbing a condom. This was really happening.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” His eyes roamed over my exposed skin.
The way he was looking down at me, I felt exactly that. Beautiful. Coming down to me, Turner placed his hands on either side of my head and stared at me. It was nearly dark in the room, the only illumination was the moon coming through the floor to ceiling windows and the light from the living room. The music was still playing but I couldn’t really hear it. If it was on in the bedroom, it was background noise to the buzzing in my own ears. My clit was throbbing and I needed him to touch me. My panties were drenched. I was regretting not taking them off. He did want me naked after all.
His mouth came down to mine in a reverent and tender manner. He was savoring my lips instead of devouring them. His teeth barely scraped the pouty flesh. I was already worked up. I loved that he was being so attentive, but my need was driving me crazy. My hands took on a life of their own. One smoothed across Turner’s cheek and dove into his soft hair, gripping a small handful and pulling him closer, while the other rubbed across his ribs and my nails dragged around to his back. He took the hint. His mouth left mine and traveled their way down my neck leaving a path of sizzling skin and cool wetness from his tongue. He made it to the cup of my bra, and he leaned over enough to use his hand to slide it down underneath my breast. My nipple was peaked and tight. He closed his warm mouth around it and lightly sucked. My body quaked. I felt every sensation of his tongue swirling over the bud, making it even more tender. He was trying to kill me.
“Turner, please, no more. I need you. Stop teasing me.”
He didn’t release me. Instead, he stayed latched on and showed me his vibrant blue eyes. His pupils dilated from the dark and lust. Never in my life had someone worked me up so much.
“You want more?” He let his hand trail down to the top of my underwear. My hips lifted on their own accord.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Are you wet?”
I wasn’t much for dirty talk, but if it got him to touch me, I’d become the next best porn star.
“Soaking wet.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers slipped beneath my underwear and teased the top of my pussy. They skirted my clit which felt so swollen with need, I knew the moment any pressure touched there an orgasm would follow. Turner released my nipple and blew his cool breath across it, causing me to shake.
“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.
He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.
“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.
I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.
“Hmmm, that was good, but I think you have more in you,” he said, still rubbing the swollen nub.
I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. “Hmmm, maybe.”
He wanted a fun and flirtatious side of me, I’d give it to him. Deciding to be the aggressor, I put my other hand on his chest and pushed up to allow me to sit up. Flipping over, he took the same position I was just in and now Turner was on his back. I admired the Adonis like body that was laying beneath me. Others I’d been with hadn’t really taken care of themselves, not quite like he did. Every little inch of him was sculpted and manicured. He was truly a work of art. Men would kill to have his physique and women drooled over it. Tonight, it was mine, and I wanted to touch him everywhere my eyes could see.
“You tortured me a little bit, do you realize this?” I asked, a devilish gleam on my face.
“I might.”
“It wasn’t very nice, Doctor Brooks.”
“I never claimed to be nice.”
“I can see that.”
He quirked his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I licked my lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until I show you exactly how ‘nice’ you were to me.”
Taking my pointer finger, I dragged my nail down the middle of his chest, past his belly button, and to the band of his underwear. Opening my palm, I skimmed it over his erection that was so stiff, I don’t know how it didn’t hurt him to be trapped like that. Too bad I wasn’t willing to free it yet. I did the very thing he did to me. I let my fingers wander around the edges of his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thighs. I saw his dick jump from needing to be touched and being neglected. Several rounds of my teasing and he was getting frustrated. A low growl came from his throat.
“Annabelle, you’re testing my resolve.”
I nipped at his bare nipple. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
In less than a second I was flat on my back again, and Turner taken his place on top of me. He took his briefs off and reached for the condom on the night stand.
I smirked. “Want me to do it?”
“No.” I could hear the impatience in this voice.
I wasn’t offended in the least. I knew why he sounded the way that he did, and I didn’t think I had the patience to do the work myself. As he rolled the rubber down his shaft, I looked him over when he got fully naked. His dick was certainly bigger than expected, but the girth was something I briefly wondered if it would hurt. All thoughts disappeared when Turner held his cock in his hand, and was at my entrance. I knew this wasn’t going to take very long for me. My skin was on fire, and he looked like he was ready to take on Mount Everest with that determination.
“Let me know if I hurt you.”
I nodded.
Pushing the head in, I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch and he slowly sank inside me. It was a tantalizing pleasure that I didn’t want to end, but needed so much more of. When he was seated fully inside, Turner grabbed my hips and lifted them so my butt was no longer on the bed. It allowed for deeper penetration, and his cock rubbed against something inside of me I’d never felt before. A moan tore from my throat.
“You good?”
I opened my eyes and saw the feral look in his. “Yes.”
“Good, cause I’m about to open it up.”
What was he talking about? And then I knew. His slow and steady became a more rhythmic pace that had my body soaring. The tip of his cock was sliding over my G-spot and something huge was forming in my lower stomach. The faster he went the more my breasts bounced, and he watched everything. He was getting off on seeing them move, and my face as it morphed into insatiable pleasure. I needed to come, and I felt like I was standing at the top of a hill with a boulder needing to push it over the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
My nails dug into Turners thighs, and sweat glistened across his chest. I knew what I wanted. “Harder.” I demanded.
A groan bubbled out of him. He was holding back his own pleasure, waiting for me to finish with my own. “Yes, ma’am.”
Turner slamm
ed into me, pushing my head back further on the bed. That’s exactly what I’d been waiting for.
“Oh my God, yes.”
“Now, Annabelle.”
An orgasm so intense washed through me and my body felt electrified. I said words that were incoherent to even me, and Turner came forward on his hands, unable to stay on his knees like he had been. I felt him push in as far as he could go and as my orgasm pulsed, his hit him. He said my name into my hair, and his thighs tensed. Turner exhaled loudly, and breathed deep. Wrapping my arms around his wide back. I smoothed the sweat, and comforted his overworked muscles.
“You okay?” He mumbled, clearly too weak to move just yet. It made me smile.
“I’m more than okay.”
He grunted, and I Iaughed.
“Woman, no,” he scolded.
“What?”
“You squeeze when you laugh like that. I can’t handle it.”
Oh. I wanted to giggle over the sheer silliness that he felt that sensitive, but honestly if he started to move, I’d probably roll into another small orgasm. We stayed quiet for a while, listening to each other breathe, and taking in what we’d just done. My eyes were heavy. Eventually, he rolled off of me, and he stood walking to the bathroom. The light illuminated the room, and I watched as he took the used condom off and tossed it in the trash. When he came back to the bed, he lay down beside me and pulled me into him. I was never one for cuddling, but this was nice. I felt safe here. It was a good spot.
“Thank you for sharing things with me today. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed you to let me in, Annabelle.”
He was right. I did. There was no judgement when I told him about the baby and my parents, just an open mind and understanding.
“You’re welcome.”
“Close your eyes, sweet girl. I know you’re exhausted.”
I sank further into him, his arm resting on my hip and my head on his chest. “Hmmmm, I am.”
As I let sleep take me, I told myself, this night was going to go down as one of the best nights of my life. Happiness consumed me, and I was feeling untouchable. No fear. This was how one should live.
