Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  “Why not?” Bobby asked with a teasing laugh. “It’s the truth right?”

  “I’m not in the mood to play games with you, man. If I was in love with the girl, I would just say so. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “You’ve never been in love before, so how would you know?”

  He turned to Bobby, giving him the look he usually gave as a warning of danger. Bobby however, was impervious to Flynn’s signature scariness. He cheerfully barreled right over the speed bump that was Flynn’s growing discomfort and continued.

  “Okay, dude, here’s what I’m gonna to do. I’m gonna drop some wisdom on you right quick, and then I’m gonna go back to getting fucked up, ‘cause that’s what I came here to do,” Bobby said before chugging his beer, and Flynn smiled in spite of himself.

  “Look, this shit doesn’t give you a warning. It sneaks up on you one day, and the next thing you know some girl has your balls in her purse. Just ask Cherie.”

  Flynn shook his head with exasperation. “Didn’t I just fucking say this has nothing to do with love?”

  “Yeah, and I’m telling you that if you’re not in love, you’re pretty fucking close.”

  Flynn’s jaw clenched almost painfully. He was usually so much calmer, so unaffected. He didn’t know if he should be blaming Gia or Bobby for the throbbing in his temples.

  “There’s a point in here somewhere,” he said finally. “Right?”

  “My point, you rude motherfucker,” Bobby said with a smirk, putting out his cigarette, “is that this thing with Gia isn’t going just disappear. It’s not going to be the way it’s been with everybody else you were just passing the time with. It’s going to be scary and it’s going to be hard. But it’s worth it man. I’m telling you, I know from experience,” he said, glancing towards the girl he was already sure he was going to marry. “So don’t fuck it up just ‘cause you’re scared.”

  Where the hell was this coming from? Why did he feel like he was being pegged as the dick that broke her heart when they were still going out?

  For some reason, his mind flashed back to that day by his car, the day she had spun on him with tears in her eyes and let him get a small taste of how much he hurt her. It had stunned him into stillness, and at the time he hadn’t realized that it was the sheer force of knowing he’d caused her so much pain. He knew that now.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d made her cry; it wasn’t the first time he’d made her confused and sad. And knowing he was going to hurt her again was making him play a mental tug of war. On one side there was the desire to keep her with him, to let her know that he was hers as long as she wanted him. And on the other, the glaring light of reality, of the future he’d been planning since he was a kid. The one Gia was never meant to be a part of.

  The entire time he’d known her, he’d gone against the grain, against his own natural inclination to let people do what they wanted. She shouldn’t be with him tonight. She should still be with Luca, or single, or with someone else. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself from making her his. Whether he’d known it or not, that had been his goal since the very beginning. But could he keep her? And if he did, would he just continue to hurt her? Would she continue to annoy him and push his buttons?

  Would it be fair to ask her to wait for him when he wasn’t sure the wait would be worth it?

  “Stop being so melodramatic,” Flynn said, turning to his friend. “She’s a big girl and I’m not scared of anything. I know what I’m doing, man.”

  “Okay,” Bobby said simply. “Good. Then prove it, and go have some fun.”

  With that Bobby patted him solidly on the back and headed onto the dance floor. Flynn turned to watch him cross to Cherise and start hamming it up by grinding on her from behind. He smirked to himself and shook his head. This was the guy giving him relationship advice. If he wasn’t a friend, and if he hadn’t been with Cherise for close to four years, he would’ve taken what Bobby said with a grain of salt.

  But when Gia smiled up at him, swaying towards him and guiding him onto the dance floor, he couldn’t help but take what Bobby said to heart. He really didn’t want to fuck this up.

  He was in too deep now.

  ***

  “Give it to me baby! Give it to me! Just give it to me baaaaby!”

  Kate and Gia were clapping and singing the Rick James song as the cab pulled up to Kate’s apartment to let her and Max out. Gia wasn’t quite drunk, but she wasn’t quite sober either. Thoroughly buzzed would be an apt description.

  “Somebody’s gonna get some!” she yelled out of the window as Max lifted Kate over his shoulder, forcing her to tug down the back of her gold mini dress as she giggled and waved good bye.

  The cab drove off, leaving Flynn and Gia laughing as they headed to his apartment.

  “So, did you have fun?” she asked him, leaning in close. All thoughts of anger and sadness were banished for the moment. She was horny, and she was going back to his place, and that’s all she was concerned about.

  “Yeah, I did,” he said, figuring that even though it was only during the last hour, it still qualified as the truth. He was buzzed himself.

  “Did you have fun?”

  Gia curled her fingers in his hair as she leaned in to kiss his neck. “Yup,” she answered, bringing her lips up to his, kissing him deeply.

  She let her other hand rest on his thigh, rubbing closer and closer to his crotch as she twirled her tongue around his.

  Flynn laughed, his voice trailing off into a sigh as she blatantly rubbed him through his jeans.

  “Ever been fucked in the backseat of a cab before?” he asked in her ear, his breath growing short and his voice husky as she cupped his hardening dick.

  “Never,” she said, looking into his eyes with her sweetest smile.

  “Keep doing what you’re doing, and I’m gonna change that.”

  She felt the answering hum of arousal between her legs, dampness building. Gia had no doubt in her mind that he could follow through with his threat, but she was feeling brave tonight, courtesy of Grey Goose. She stroked lower, grasping his tightening balls and leaning closer still.

  “Good girls don’t fuck in cabs,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip. “You’re just going to have to wait a few more minutes. Or don’t you have any self-control?”

  He closed his eyes, stifling a moan as she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly so slowly that he could feel each tooth separating.

  “You trying to be a little tease tonight, Gia?”

  “You don’t like it? ‘Cause I can always…just…stop.”

  There was no way he was going to ask her to stop, not when she slid her warm, soft hand into his boxers and over the hot length of him.

  “You want me to stop, baby?” she whispered.

  She ran her thumb over the velvety head, stroking the slit that was growing moist from her ministrations. He groaned, leaning back as he watched her hand work in his jeans. He stole a glance at the rearview mirror, and noticed a pair of brown eyes watching them. They disappeared as his eyes closed and his hips pumped subtly. If she kept this up, the cab driver was going to get a nice little show.

  She was slowly stroking his shaft as she whispered in his ear, “I can’t hear you Flynn. Maybe I’m not doing it fast enough?”

  She picked up the speed and Flynn leaned his head back, licking his lips. He gasped as she twisted her hand over him faster and faster. Her lips kissed his exposed neck, finding his mouth. She kissed him hard, panting into his mouth as if she too could feel the pleasure coursing through him. He was close to coming, evidenced by the whispered curses escaping his lips. She knew just how to work him, bringing him to the edge, watching as he shook from his impending orgasm.

  “Oh, look at that. We’re here.”

  She pulled her hand out abruptly, licking his pre-cum off her thumb. He nearly cried from having the load he was about to blow still sitting heavily in his aching cock. He watched her zip and button him up, giving h
im a peck on the cheek before getting out of the cab and strolling towards the entrance to his apartment building.

  Flynn bit his lip as he smiled. He paid the fare, and strode confidently towards her as she retreated into the doorway. Just before she did their gaze locked. His green eyes were saying volumes. They were saying that he was going to enjoy making her pay.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “Thought that was cute, didn’t you?” Flynn whispered menacingly.

  He walked her backwards towards his bedroom, barely able to let the words out between hard deep kisses which pressed her entire body into his. His hands were curled almost cruelly in her soft, wavy hair.

  Her heels clicked in stuttering rhythm against the floor as he led her down the hallway. She had to grip his arms just keep herself from feeling like she was going to trip them both. She managed to spin him around as they entered his room, pushing him back so that he bounced onto his bed, taking her with him.

  His hands stroked over the bare skin of her back, her round ass. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even tighter against the heat of his lean body until she pulled away gasping. She sat up, straddling him with her hands running over his chest.

  “I thought it was about time you got a taste of your own medicine,” she said.

  She reached up to release the half of her hair that was pinned up, letting it fall in loose waves on either side of her face. Her eyes had a new glint in them and her hips rocked slowly against his.

  Flynn smiled, nodding as her motives became clear. “Oh, I see. You’re gonna be all assertive tonight, is that it?”

  She licked her lips, and slid off of him, standing at the foot of the bed. He sat up on his elbows, thinking perhaps she was upset with him for teasing her about her take-charge demeanor. Then she smiled, and the act was so seductive, so mischievous, he felt his cock stiffen to almost painful proportions.

  “Yeah. I am,” she said. “You got a problem with that?”

  He sat all the way up, giving her a grin.

  “Fine by me,” he said. “But if it’s alright with you, I do have one request.”

  “And that would be?”

  He stood, tugging off his grey t-shirt. Then he went to the dresser behind her, grabbed the remote to his stereo and clicked it on.

  Gia laughed, immediately catching his meaning. The music was a sexy, pulsing beat and she could already feel her hips swaying. The singer’s voice was masculine and gravely, snaking over her skin like arousal as she looked at him.

  “Had the panty-dropper music all ready to go, huh?”

  He laughed as well, coming to stand in front of her with that confident stride. She licked her lips involuntarily as her eyes took in the sight of his half naked body.

  “Just a happy coincidence,” he whispered coming closer to her. “Do good girls dance for their boyfriends, Gia?’

  She tilted her head to the side, thinking.

  Finally, she nodded and said, “This one does, but there’s a price.”

  He leaned in, his slanted green eyes dancing in the dim light of his bedroom. He was so close, the heat and energy rolling off his body and over hers. He was so imposing she had trouble not closing her eyes and surrendering as he pulled her to him. She let him kiss her. It was a short, sweet touch of lips before she slipped out of his arms and placed her hands on his chest.

  “And the price is you don’t touch unless I say,” she reprimanded as she turned him around and pushed him to a sitting position on his bed.

  “I’m in charge tonight. You think you can handle that?”

  Her expression was serious beneath its smoldering exterior. She honestly wanted to try her hand at being the dominate one, and she didn’t look like she was going to give in. Of course, he could have “fought” her on it. A deft flick of his fingers or the right choice of words could have her on her back and open for him if he chose. But he was eager to see his good girl play at being bad.

  “Do your worst, baby.”

  She should have been nervous, but those shots from earlier in the night were serving as a nice buffer for that. She laughed. She inhaled.

  And then she moved.

  She started to sway slowly from left to right, letting her hips lead her. Her hands ran lightly over the thin strip of exposed skin at her navel and she her eyes fluttered closed. Her head dipped back as her body committed to one sensual, serpentine movement after another. She was getting lost in the feel of the music, and yet every cell in her body was aware of the man sitting on his bed watching her hips roll like sex itself just inches away from his face.

  This was going to be harder than he thought. Flynn couldn’t get enough of watching her dance when they went out. Men would watch her the way he was right now, like they wanted to press her up against a wall and make her dance to a more primal rhythm. That’s when he would wrap his arms around her and stare them down, letting anyone who had something dirty in mind know exactly whom she belonged to.

  He wanted nothing more than to grasp her waist in his large hands and direct her to his aching cock. But he decided he would let her play for now. He could wait a little longer.

  Gia opened her eyes, and captured his as she reached out and touched his hair. She could see him tense against the urge to grab her as she practically pressed his face to her navel.

  “You seem to like this,” she whispered. Her voice was low and breathy with excitement.

  He did like it. To show her how much, he dipped his head and his tongue snaked out at just the right moment across the sliver of exposed caramel skin just above her jeans. She gasped and moved just out of reach, turning around so he got a nice view of the exposed contours of her back and her firm ass. His tongue ached to taste more of her skin, but she was already lowering herself to his lap.

  “Did I say you could touch, Flynn?” she asked, leaning her head back until it was lying against his shoulder.

  His hands twisted in the sheets as she rolled her ass against his cloth-covered dick. Her breath was warm against his jaw when she turned and moaned softly against his skin. She ran a hand down her neck, letting the other join her to cup her breasts through the soft fabric.

  “I think I was right after all.”

  “Right about what?” he asked, his voice tight with amusement and lust.

  “You can dish it out, Cameron, but I bet you can’t take it,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I bet if I teased you the way you tease me, you couldn’t control yourself.”

  He gritted his teeth and she rolled her hips even harder into him, panting against his ear. One arm reached behind her to run her fingers through his hair, tugging on the soft curls that felt like silk on her fingertips. He was rapt by the sight of her arched body rising and falling to the beat of the music. He wanted so badly to kiss her waiting lips, to stare into her hooded eyes while he drove his cock into the warmth between her legs. He groaned when her other hand slipped between her legs to cup her sex through her jeans.

  His hips were rolling in time with hers, pressing his cock firmly against her ass. It wasn’t enough. She was so hot already, so wet just thinking about him wanting to touch her, but not able to and not able to let himself admit she was right.

  “Maybe I’d forgive you for being so evil if you beg me to let you come.”

  Her words shot through his dick like lightening.

  Apparently, he’d taught her well. He felt like begging when she sat forward a little and fingered the first of three sets of strings that held her halter in place. Slowly she tugged, and he watched the strings loosen, unravel, and then flutter against her creamy skin as she let it go. He struggled to breathe as she stood up, robbing him of coming in his jeans from the feel of her firm ass stroking him.

  Her hips rose and fell like they were climbing and descending the invisible rungs of a ladder. She stole a glance over her shoulder as she started to release the second set of strings against her back.

  “You wouldn’t mind getting that last one, would you?” she inqui
red sweetly, her hand stroking across the strings she could obviously reach herself.

  She could come from the way he was looking at her. Gia bit her lip against a rush of wetness pooling between her thighs. She expected the feel of his fingers on her back. Instead she felt his hands on her hips, and the heat of his breath as her string slowly loosened. Somehow, even before she looked over her shoulder, she knew his teeth were holding the string. A wicked smile was on his lips, and he looked up at her, letting the string fall.

  “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to break me, baby girl.”

  They shared a smile for a brief moment. It was the smile of lovers turned opponents, a silent understanding that neither would stop until there was a winner in this little game. It was with that smile that her idle body began to move again.

  “Don’t worry,” she whispered over her shoulder. “I will.”

  The music was changing. She felt the beat inside her body, moving like she was an extension of the rhythm pulsing in his room. He could relate, because that’s how he felt watching her. He felt her every movement, as if she were riding him instead of the music.

  Gia knew those slanted green eyes weren’t missing a single movement. Even facing the opposite direction, she felt slowly devoured by them. She turned, holding the drooping fabric against her breasts. Straddling him, she barely let her hips rest on his.

  It was all Flynn could do not to flip her over and fuck the shit out of her. He settled for steadily pumping his hips into hers. His mouth watered watching her clasp the flimsy fabric against her soft breasts. Her nipples were calling to him, making seductive little tents in her top as she pumped her hips harder and faster into his. He thought he was going to explode when she began to knead her full breasts in a rhythm that matched the way her denim caged sex was grinding against his.

  “You look like you want to see something,” she purred.

  He couldn’t argue with that. He was white knuckling his sheets, every muscle in his toned body tensed and poised for an act he had to remind himself not to commit.