Sweet Little Lies ~ Abbi Glines

by Abbi Glines

  “Hi,” she whispered then turned to face me.

  “Hi,” I replied. I stayed where I was enjoying the view. Trying like hell to believe it was real and not some fleeting dream.

  She sat up taking the covers with her to keep her naked body covered—as if I hadn’t memorized every inch of it already. But the modesty was cute. It was Beulah. I wouldn’t want her to change anything. She was exactly what I wanted.

  “Have you been up long?” she asked sitting there with her legs tucked underneath her.

  “Not too long. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I made coffee and decided that watching you from a safe distance was better.”

  She ducked her head and blushed. The shyness after last night’s wild and wicked events was as adorable as it was silly. She’d begged me to fuck her just hours ago. Now she was red in the face knowing I watched her sleep.

  “I’ve licked your slick pussy, bit your ass, and shot my come all over your stomach, back, and tits. Yet my watching you sleep embarrasses you?” I was teasing her. Taunting even.

  She lifted her head and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes made it hard to continue standing where I was. I wanted to be there in bed with her. Doing it all again.

  Gripping the covers against her she jumped up frantically. “Oh my God! Geraldine!”

  I’d almost forgotten about that. “I called her yesterday when I was headed back home. Let her know that you would need today off. I arranged for a friend of hers to take her shopping today. She’s excited about it.”

  The small crease between her eyebrows as she measured my words was cute. I gave her time to process. She needed to know that last night wasn’t a spontaneous reckless decision for me. I’d wanted it. Hoped for it.

  “You knew we would . . . do this?” She was still frowning. I didn’t want her to think I’d taken her for granted. I hadn’t.

  “No. What happened last night was so much more than I hoped for. But I did want time with you. Time to show you exactly how I felt. Time to find out if there was a chance. If this could happen.”

  Her tense expression eased and the frown faded. A soft smile curled along her swollen pink lips. I would never lie to her. She’d had too many lies in her life so far. The truth, however, was a gamble. She may not always like to hear it. That wasn’t important now.

  “Are you sore?” I asked her before she could say anything.

  She paused then gave a small shrug. “No. Not really.”

  That had been the answer I wanted to hear. However, I’d make sure the next time I asked she said yes. Sitting my coffee cup down on the table beside the door I went to her taking long strides. Her eyes went wide and excitement sparked in them.

  “Drop the covers, Beulah,” I demanded and loved that she did just that. Exposing her naked breasts that were firm and high. Hard nipples showed her arousal. She tilted her head up to watch me. There was a bite mark on her neck and I felt a greedy, possessive smirk break out on my face. I’d done that.

  “Turn around. Put your hands on the bed. Stick your hot little ass up in the air.”

  Her breathing was now rapid as she listened to my directions. She didn’t question me. She moved slowly as her eyes stayed locked with mine. As she stood, the covers dropped, baring her to me completely. Then she did exactly as I had instructed.

  There was a slight pink mark on her left cheek. I touched it, gently outlining it with the tip of my finger. Then I ran my thumb over it to soothe it before sliding my hand between her legs to shove them open wider. Then I pressed down on her back with my palm. “I want it higher,” I said as her ass lifted toward me.

  My dick throbbed. The blood swelled in the head as I watched her prepare for me. For it. I feared I’d never let her out of this apartment again. I had images of her naked spread out on my bar in the kitchen. Of her standing under the water in the shower as I knelt on my knees between her legs. Of her hands against the glass of my patio doors looking outside at the world around us as I sank into her from behind. The thrill of someone seeing us and the possessive fear of anyone else seeing her like this fought against me.

  I slipped a finger inside her and she jerked. “You said you weren’t sore,” I said gently testing her.

  “That’s not pain, it’s need,” she was panting as she spoke.

  I used one hand to shove my boxers down, kicking them aside. Closing one hand over my cock, I pumped it while I touched her. The wetness pooling between her legs coating my fingers the way it soon would my dick. It jerked in my hand wanting what I was in my blatant view. The unparalleled pleasure she gave me was turning me into an addict. Her tight pussy was my drug.

  Unable to tease either of us anymore, I grabbed her waist and jerked her ass up even higher. Her legs spread open as she went up on her toes. I used no restraint as I pushed into her tight entrance. Her slick hole sucked me in and squeezed.

  “OH GOD!” she screamed.

  I wasn’t sure there was a God, but when her pussy massaged my dick like a vice I was pretty damn sure that only a greater being could create something this beautiful.

  “Feel good, baby? Is that what you want? A hard morning fuck,” my voice was laced with the tension of my building release. Deep and hoarse.

  “Yes! Harder. Fuck me until I can’t stand up,” she begged then turned her head to look back at me. Her hands gripping the covers and fisting them. “I want you to come on my face.”

  “Shit!” I roared. Hearing talk like that from her sweet mouth was going to cause me to blow before I was ready. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to lose my load before I can get out of you. Your pussy is an addiction.”

  She gave me a wicked grin and I pounded her so hard I was afraid it was too much. Her eyes closed and she moaned. I did it again and she threw her head back and moaned louder. Reaching up, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it back.

  “AH! YES!” she cried.

  This little perfect beauty was naughty as hell. I hadn’t realized that until last night. That knowledge made me feel animalistic when I was inside her. I wanted to do things to her I should be fucking ashamed of.

  “Take it,” I said and kept up the hard rhythm. My dick was so damn swollen I knew my release was close. But I couldn’t pull out. Stopping was impossible. Not when her imminent pulsing release felt like a silken vice around me.

  “Oh God! There! Oh GOD! I’m,” she cried. “Please. HARD!” Her ass raised higher and she pushed back against me. “I can’t stop!” she was panicked and fucking me back. Her ass slapping my thighs. “Yes, yes, yes,” the panting was her orgasm. I couldn’t pull out until she was done but her orgasm continued. Her body was wild against mine. She tightened on my dick and I began shaking as I tried to keep from losing it.

  “Oh God, again! It’s coming again,” she shook and trembled and her ass bounced against me, the soft skin jiggling from the wild movements. Her cries of pleasure grew. I was there and nothing on earth could stop me. My hands clasped her waist so hard I knew she’d have marks.

  “BEULAH!” I roared as I spilled into her. My release pumped relentlessly as she kept slapping against me panting.

  “UUUUUHHHHH!!!! A. . A . . . AGAIN,” she said as she stilled with her ass pressed tightly against me. Her body was shaking violently. My seed was so deep inside her, marking her. The beauty of the moment was more than I could have imagined.

  Her head collapsed on the bed and she let out a long sigh. “Sweet Jesus,” her voice was hoarse now.

  I eased my grip on her hips. Then picked her up and moved her until she was lying on the bed. I’d never gone without protection with a woman. Ever. It was something I prided myself on. I had a case of condoms in my bedroom. But not once had I considered using them with her. Not last night. Not this morning. And not when I was pouring into her. I couldn’t even muster regret.

  Instead, I opened her legs and she blinked. She gazed up at me before she willingly let her legs fall open. The inner beast inside me touched her with one finger and I fuck
ing memorized the way my semen looked leaking from her. Wet on her thighs. That was me on her skin.

  “I should apologize. But I can’t,” I told her honestly.

  “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

  Unable to take my eyes from the proof of our pleasure, I ran a finger over the wetness now trickling down to her bottom. She shivered. “Ah.”

  “I’ll be more careful from now on. I swear,” I told her.

  She leaned up on her elbows. Her breasts now catching my attention. “I’d rather get on birth control. I like the way this feels. Just feeling the warmth inside me made my orgasm so intense. I want that again.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, well, you need to get on that ASAP. All I want to do is sink inside you, Beulah. It’s starting to scare the hell out of me.”

  She sat up, her legs still open to me. “You make me want to do things,” she paused and smiled. “Bad things. Good things. All of it.”

  I closed her legs then. If I didn’t, I’d end up between them again. And I didn’t care what she said. After that last bout, she had to be bruised. Reaching for her, I pulled her into my lap, kissed her temple, then held her against me.

  “Today, let’s stay here. In this apartment. Alone,” I suggested.

  She snuggled against me. “Okay. Are we going to have more sex?” The hopeful sound in her voice made me chuckle.

  “I tell you what. We’ll go eat breakfast. After, we’ll take a shower and I’ll kiss between your legs until you come on my face. I don’t care what you say, you’ve got to be sore now.”

  She ran a hand up my chest. “Oh, I’m sore. Raw even. Maybe a little bruised. But the idea of you doing it again while I’m so tender, making my eyes water from the pain, it seems erotic.”

  I closed my eyes and inhaled as my fucking dick twitched back to life under her bottom.

  “Beulah. We’re going to fuck each other to death.”

  She kissed my chin and replied, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  Beulah

  THE SMELL OF BREAD FILLED the kitchen as I opened the oven to take out the loaf I’d made to go with our simple fettuccini alfredo dinner. Other than eggs and fruit for breakfast, a shared sub sandwich for lunch that he’d fed me part of, we’d eaten nothing else.

  I had learned today that sexual activity was as exhausting as it was pleasurable. My body felt as if I’d just ran a marathon and it still hummed from our activities. I knew if he came in here and pulled up the T-shirt I was wearing I’d gladly bend over and let him have me again. He kept saying he was addicted to me but I feared it was the other way around.

  While he was returning a work phone call as I finished my dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about how his mouth had felt between my legs. The way his tongue had sucked and flicked my clit until I’d gone wild. It tingled as I thought about it. I was excited again and could feel my inner thighs dampening. I’d decided panties were pointless and all I was wearing was one of Stone’s T-shirts.

  Slicing the bread, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Was it normal for a woman to be so sex crazed? I hadn’t been this way with Jasper. It had been sweet and I had enjoyed it but . . . our lovemaking was never like this. When Stone touched me, I felt like an open electric socket. Everything was so powerful and some dark part of me desired things I never thought I’d want.

  Did Stone bring this out in all women? Was his talent at sex what was causing this? Had that been why Presley was so insane when it came to him? That thought put a damper on my mood.

  I’d been so wrapped up in it all that I had forgotten he’d been with a lot of women. I was one in a long line. He was definitely the best I’d ever had but I had very limited experience. Although I knew what was happening with him was rare. It was rare for me. Maybe it was normal for him.

  I stopped slicing the bread and looked at the wall across from me. I sighed as my mood plummeted. Was I so naïve that I had missed all that? Was my craving for how he made me feel hindering common sense? Reality?

  He hadn’t said he loved me. Not really. He said “he knew he would love me.” At that instant, I knew I was in love with him. Everything clicked into place. It all made perfect sense. My denial vanished and I accepted the truth. I let go of my guilt and embraced loving Stone. But he had never said that he loved me.

  I had cried out that I loved him more than once right before my world was lit up again and again and I spiraled into bliss. But he’d never repeated it back.

  “Smells good,” his voice broke into my thoughts and I turned my head to look at him. I wanted to see if the unspoken words were there in his eyes. Something to reassure me I wasn’t being careless with my heart. I’d let him come inside me. I had even reveled in how it felt to be filled with his seed. But now . . . had I been impulsive, reckless?

  “What’s wrong?” his concern was immediate and he took long, quick strides until he was beside me. He turned me around to face him. His hands caged me in against the counter, and his eyes that I’d once thought were cold and void of emotion showed so much. “You’re upset. Why?”

  I could hide the truth, but lies and hiding had already hurt too many people in my life. I wasn’t going to add to it. “I was just . . . I was thinking about us. How it feels. How . . . how it’s unlike anything I’ve known. It seems unreal. Like a fantasy. But I-I don’t have much experience. This may be normal . . . for you.”

  I wanted to ask him if he loved me. But the words wouldn’t come out.

  He lifted one eyebrow. “Normal?” he repeated as if he couldn’t believe I’d asked that. I simply nodded.

  A naughty smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “I told you I was addicted to you. I can’t leave this apartment because if I’m not inside you my damn dick is hard and waiting until it can be again. Nothing about this is normal. It’s the most magnificent, spectacular experience of my life.” I could see the teasing gleam in his eyes. He meant what he was saying but he was also teasing me for asking.

  “Do you love me?” I blurted out the words. I had to ask him. Even if the answer was no, I had to know.

  He studied me a moment. Then he pressed his body closer and cupped my left cheek in his hand. He bent down and pressed a kiss to my mouth. “You own my heart. Love seems too weak a word for this Beulah. But if that’s what you need to hear. Yes, I love you.”

  Love wasn’t a weak word. It was powerful. It was the most important thing a human being could experience. Love was precious and unique. And once you experienced it, you were changed. There were different levels of love. There were loves you’d never lose. There were loves that came for a time and marked you. There were loves that were beautiful and fleeting. But each one was important. Each one the grandest part of life.

  He ran a hand through my hair. Letting his fingers tangle in the locks. I leaned into his touch. “Loving someone is as close to heaven we can experience on earth,” I told him.

  He gave me a crooked grin. “No, Beulah. When I’m deep inside you is as close to heaven on earth as it’ll ever get. Hell, baby, I’d argue that even heaven isn’t that sacred.”

  I slapped his arm. “Stone, don’t say that.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. Long and slow. Sweet and soft. I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed the taste and emotion that came from the connection. His hands ran down my body, cupped my bottom and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me over to the table.

  “How much longer does the pasta have?” he asked.

  “Twenty minutes,” I told him. “Longer if I put it to simmer.”

  “Twenty minutes is good,” he said. His pants were already pulled down and he was inside me. Slowly he sank in, and I winced but it was a delicious feeling. “I swore I was going to give you time before I was inside you again but I can’t. I want to stay up inside you. No end.”

  “Me too,” I agreed. “I love being sore from you,” I told him. “It excites me. I feel naughty having been used so much it hurts.”
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  He growled and his jaw clenched. “I’m going slow this time. Stop taunting me. You make me lose it and it hurts you. If you’ll keep that naughty little mouth shut we will do this slow and easy.”

  I ran my hands over my breasts as he watched me, sliding my right hand down to touch where he entered me. He froze and watched as I began playing with my swollen clit. When he started moving again he was breathing hard and his eyes were on me touching myself.

  The excitement in his gaze only added to the way it made me feel. I was showing him how I pleased myself while he pleased me even more.

  “Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” he asked huskily.

  “Yes. When I’m in the bath,” I admitted.

  “I want to fuck you hard. Watch you scream. Watch you come apart under me. Keep touching that pussy and I will. My restraint is almost gone, baby.”

  I lifted my hand away and his eyes followed my finger as I moved it to my mouth and licked it.

  “Jesus,” he muttered.

  I stuck my tongue out and ran the finger over it to the tip then used the finger to begin to play again. That was his breaking point. He grabbed my thighs and rocked deep into me with no restraint. When I moaned his name, he moved faster. His eyes glazed over from the building release we both knew was coming.

  I held my knees up to his waist and he grabbed my left one and pulled my ankle up to his shoulder. He was deeper now. I sucked in air at the shock.

  “Do you think about this when you play with that pussy?” he asked.

  “Yes!” I admitted. I had thought of him many times even when I felt guilty for it.

  “You’re gonna play with it tonight. I’m going to stand over you and watch until I shoot my load all over your hand and thighs.”

  The idea of that made my body hum with more wicked heat. “AH! AH!” I was so close. “Stone! Yes! Oh, oh!” The light shattered around me. I grabbed at his arms and felt my nails sink into his skin.

  “GOD! FUCK! I CAN’T,” he yelled and the heat from his release was shot inside me as his body shook. “HELL!”