Violent Circle Boxset

by Shade, S. M.

  We strip each other, pausing to kiss and lick and caress until we’re both out of our minds with desire. My back arches as he sucks my nipple, and I explore the muscles of his back, reveling in the way they flex under my fingers.

  I love his body, the smooth skin, sprinkled lightly with hair in all the right places. Lean and muscled, warm and hard. It’s perfect. When he slides a thick finger inside me, then another, I spread my legs wider, and reach for his cock. I wrap my hand around it, delighting in the weight of it on my palm and the little breath he takes when I stroke the silky, hot skin.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmurs.

  I’m also close to coming already. “Condom,” I gasp, my ability to speak in coherent sentences temporarily stalled by the movement of his fingers.

  Flashing me a wicked grin, his lips scorch a trail of kisses down my stomach as he moves out of my reach, wrapping his arms around my thighs. “Noble, you don’t have to—”

  The unfinished sentence hangs in the air, punctuated by my loud moan. His hot tongue moves over my clit in slow, tight circles, and my hands clamp onto his hair. Holy fuck, the man has skills. My legs start to tremble, and I feel reality slipping away as I’m overcome by sensation. “Noble, please, oh god.”

  A little growl rumbles his chest, making his mouth vibrate against me, and it’s the last thing I feel before falling into a long, pulsing, orgasm. His fingers and tongue work to draw it out until every inch of me is buzzing and alive.

  He crawls up my body, and I caress his cock again. I swear it’s even harder than before, swollen and hot. I barely have a moment to lick just under the head when he pulls away with a gasp. “Not this time, babe. I want to be inside you.”

  He sits back against the headboard and rolls on a condom. I straddle him before he can protest, and his head falls back as I sink down on him. He’s thick and just long enough so he fills me completely without trying to split me in half, but it still takes a moment to adjust to him.

  His hands hold my hips, and I kiss along his jaw, moving to his neck and ear. His whole body goes lax when I lick his earlobe. Hmm…good to know.

  I take it nice and easy, teasing him with long, slow movements. “January,” he moans, “you feel so fucking good.”

  Grabbing the headboard, I start to fuck him with determination. We’re both panting and covered in sweat when he rolls us over so he’s on top and pounds into me like a madman. I love to see him lose all control like this, and the thought shoves me into another shattering orgasm. I look up at him as his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, his body trembling against mine.

  We stay right like that, his body sprawled over mine for a long minute, just basking in the sensations we’ve created together. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but it’s never been anything like this. We have some serious chemistry together.

  Finally, he plants one last soft kiss on my lips and sits up.

  Staring down, his eyes widen, and he warns, “Uh…don’t freak out.”

  Not the words I want to hear right after a guy pulls out of me. “The condom came off.”

  “What? It came off! When?”

  “I don’t know! The damn things are tight enough to strangle it, I’ve never had one come off!”

  I sit up, and we both look around the bed frantically until the only other place it could be becomes clear. “Great,” I grumble, sticking my fingers inside myself to try to locate the wayward condom. Have you ever tried to find a slick rubber when everything is wet? It’s like trying to grab a grape in a bowl of Jell-O. Freaking impossible.

  When I look up, frustrated, Noble is staring at me, and not just with his eyes. “Seriously? This turns you on?”

  “Babe, you’re wet and fingering yourself on my bed. This is all I’m going to be able to think about until I die.”

  Glaring at him, I gesture between my legs. “You want to help?”

  A snort of laughter escapes me at the way he leaps across the bed. I barely get the words out and he’s grinning at me. “I was afraid you’d never ask.”

  His fingers are gentle when they slip inside, feeling and searching. “I don’t feel anything,” he murmurs.

  “I think that’s my line,” I giggle, and he deliberately rubs across my G spot, making me gasp.

  “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought,” he says with a smirk. A few more seconds pass before he adds, “I can’t find it.”

  As tempted as I am to point out that’s my line as well, I refrain. “It’s got to be there. It’s a vagina, not a bottomless pit! And I am not going to the hospital for an emergency condom extraction!”

  After a few long minutes, he sighs. “I swear there’s nothing in you.”

  Before I can argue again, he grins and says, “Uh…Jan? It’s stuck to your ass cheek.” His hand slides under me to lift my ass off the bed, and I feel it peel away. Ew.

  I rarely get embarrassed, but this is not the way I picture a first time with anyone. I cover my hot face with my hands.

  Noble chuckles and pulls my hands away. “Come on, don’t get all girly on me now. So we had to do a little spelunking.”

  “Oh my god, shut up,” I laugh, reaching for my panties.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, pushing me down onto my back again.

  “Well, walking naked through an apartment full of guys doesn’t sound appealing, so I’m getting dressed.”

  Pinning my arms to the bed, he grins down at me. “Where are you planning to go?”

  “Call me crazy, but my plan is to go home. You know, the place I live?”

  His head dips, and he runs his tongue across my nipple. “I have an attached bathroom and that’s as far as you get to go. I’m not through with you. Not even close.”

  The little moan I utter makes his lips tilt up. “I don’t know. Do you have some duct tape so we can keep the condom on this time? Or maybe some super glue.”

  Pausing for a second, he asks, “Do we need to get you a morning after pill?”

  “I’m on the shot, so I’m covered. Do I need to get tested or anything?”

  “Nope, I’m clean.”

  “We’re still going to use condoms,” I tell him.

  “I wasn’t suggesting otherwise. Now, turn over so I can make you beg me some more.”

  My mouth drops open. “I didn’t beg!” I did. I distinctly remember pleading with him not to stop.

  He grabs my hips and flips me over, covering my body with his. Brushing my hair aside, he delivers little sucking kisses on the back of my neck. His voice is high as he says, “Oh, yes, Noble, don’t stop. You have the best cock in the universe. It’s so massive and hard and perfect. I can’t live another second without it. Sound familiar?”

  Okay, now he’s full of shit. “You must be thinking of someone else.”

  “Never. You’re all I’ve thought about for too damn long, January. Now, I want to make sure you can’t stop thinking about me.”

  Over the next few hours, he proves his point, searing the night into my memory as the best damned sex I’ve ever had.

  * * *

  Noble’s scent wafts over me when I drag my eyes open, groaning at the wonderful way my body aches, but he’s not in bed beside me. I must’ve been out of it not to hear him get up. I usually sleep really light, but I guess mind blowing orgasms will do that for a girl.

  Thankfully, the rest of the guys are nowhere to be seen when I creep out of Noble’s bedroom. After all the drinking last night, I’m not surprised. Their beds probably won’t see the end of them until at least noon. Pulling my hair up into a messy ponytail, I walk into the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks.

  Noble stands at the stove, dressed only in a pair of boxers, his back to me as he flips sausages in a frying pan. His hips swish back and forth as he belts out his own version of Despacito.

  I wanted to make an omelet with pico.

  But there’s no eggs cause Denton’s too damn cheapo.

  He throws in a few pelvic thrusts, and shakes his ass. />
  So I’ll just make sausage burritos.

  I swallow back a laugh as he tosses a fork in the sink, and slides back over to the stove, singing.

  In the sinko.

  “Do you take requests?” I ask, and he jumps, turning to face me. A smile climbs across his face.

  “Is the request for me to stop singing?” There’s not a scrap of embarrassment on his face.

  “No, you’re a natural. Obviously very fluent.”

  He crosses his arms and leans against the counter. The muscles in his abdomen tighten, reminding me of how they flexed when he was on top of me last night.

  “All you have to do is add O to translate a word to Spanish,” he says. “Not many people know that.”

  I grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “I’ll try to keep it in mind.”

  Grabbing my arm, he pulls me against him and nuzzles my neck. “Did you have fun last night?”

  “You mean at the party or after?” He’s so much fun to tease.

  “At the party. Your cries of ecstasy and pleads for me not to stop made it pretty clear you enjoyed the after.”

  He grins down at me when my arms circle his neck, and I plant a quick kiss on his lips. “I did have fun. Your friends are crazy, but they make me laugh.”

  “So, let’s see, you have fun with me, you like my friends, and you worship my cock like a pagan god. I think that all adds up to you being my girlfriend.”

  His words take a second to sink in and then I’m not sure what to say. He has definitely caught me off guard. “You don’t think it’s a little…soon,” I stall.

  He shrugs and runs a palm down my back, resting his hand on the swell of my ass. “I know what I want, and she’s standing right in front of me looking terrified.” He threads his fingers through my hair. “Tell me what you’re afraid of.”

  I can’t believe the words fall out of my mouth. “That I’ll get serious and you won’t. I’ll get my heart broken and you’ll move onto the next girl.” Wow, way to just blurt those issues out.

  “Has that happened to you before?” His voice is soft as he plays with my hair.

  “No, not me…someone I care about. It nearly killed her.”

  It’s not something I like to talk about, but I’ve watched my mother spend her whole life alone after my dad ran out on her. She always swore she was over him, that she could never love a man who abandoned her kid, and I believe that, but it also meant she wouldn’t trust a man again either.

  His sky blue eyes are intense when they stare into mine. “I can’t predict the future or where this will lead us any more than you can, beautiful. But I can promise you I’m serious about us. I love spending time with you and I want to know that you feel the same.”

  “I do,” I murmur. “I have a lot of fun with you.”

  “I want to be able to tell people you’re mine.”

  Stepping back, I grin up at him. “Staking your claim, huh?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Okay,” I sigh, as if he’s really putting me out. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

  His face lights up and he slams his lips to mine, kissing me until I feel half drunk with it. “Okay, here are the stipulations. One, I need a daily blow job. Two, I need daily access to your vagina, both orally and—”

  Denton steps into the room, interrupting. “Dude, shut up. My head is going to explode.”

  “I have a girlfriend,” Noble tells him with a goofy smile. He sounds like a twelve year old boasting to his friends.

  Denton grabs a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and nods at me as he walks by. “My condolences.”

  “He’s just jealous,” Noble taunts, returning to his cooking. The sausages are burnt black when he flips them over.

  “Smooth,” Denton remarks. “Maybe it’s because you weren’t singing to them.”

  A snort of laughter escapes me as I sit across the table from Denton. “Do you always sing while you cook?”

  “Of course. When the big record labels come calling, I have to be ready.”

  “Good thinking.”

  Dropping the burnt sausage in the trashcan, he turns to me, “Do you want to grab breakfast at the diner?”

  “An orgasm and waffles? You sure know how to treat a girl. I’m going to use your bathroom real quick first.”

  Trey is coming out of Noble’s bathroom just as I walk through his room. He just nods at me, so I don’t think anything of it. Kenny must be in the hall bathroom. I relieve myself, wash my hands and meet Noble back in the kitchen. It isn’t until Noble drops me off after breakfast, so he can get some studying done, that things get weird.

  Mom lies on the couch, watching television, but she mutes it the second I walk in. “Well, look at you, staying out all night. How scandalous.”

  “Very funny.” I flop onto the couch next to her. “What are we watching?” Wincing, I shift around a little. My ass cheek is sore for some reason. Maybe Noble scratched me or something.

  “It’s about a group of people who live in Alaska. See those guys, they’re hunting a moose.”

  Fascinating. Shit, both cheeks are starting to burn, What the hell? Trying to ignore it, I turn to Mom.

  “How are you feeling?” She was diagnosed about five years ago with multiple sclerosis. She’s not wheelchair bound, but it does limit her mobility. She worked for years at a plastics factory, but as soon as they found out she was sick, they fired her. She got a year of unemployment insurance out of them, but that was all. After twenty years of working for them, they used some lame excuse that she was late too often and not dedicated to the job, to get rid of her. She gets disability payments now, but it’s not nearly enough to live on, especially since some of her treatments aren’t covered by her disability insurance. So, she lives with me.

  “Had a little dizziness today, but otherwise not bad. I was thinking of making some chicken and dumplings for dinner.”

  A yawn jumps from my throat, and I stretch my screaming muscles. The burn of my ass is only growing. I need to go to my room and see what the crazy guy has done to me. “Mmm, sounds good. I think I’ll take a nap. Cass is coming by later.”

  Mom grins at me. “That boy wore you out, huh?”

  “Mom!”

  “I like him, Jani. He seems like a sweet kid. And he’s obviously crazy about you.”

  “Of course.” I drop a kiss on her cheek. “I look like my mom.”

  “Are you sucking up so I’ll make homemade rolls to go with it?”

  “You know me too well.”

  As soon as I’m alone in my room, I yank down my pants and underwear, and look at my ass in the mirror. It looks perfectly normal, not even red. Which makes no sense because it feels like I’ve been paddled for hours. I try to think back to the night before. I wasn’t drunk. I remember everything.

  The condom stuck to my butt cheek, but that wouldn’t set it on fire, and both are in agony now. I grab a washcloth and my phone and retreat to the bathroom. I dial Noble, then put it on speaker while I wet the cloth with cold water. I don’t see anything, but it feels like it’s burning so water seems like a good option.

  “Miss me already?” Noble says without a hello.

  “What the hell did you do to me?”

  “What? What are you talking about?”

  “My ass! You did something to my ass! It’s like it’s been dipped in lava!”

  “I didn’t do anything. I—oh fuck. Trey!, he screams, and then all I can hear is raised voices until he returns. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

  I rub the dripping wet cloth across my ass, sighing at the relief just as he says, “Whatever you do, don’t put water on it. It makes it worse. Trey tried to prank me by putting Capsaicin cream on my toilet seat.”

  Yeah.

  Too fucking late.

  The surface of the sun couldn’t compete with my poor butt cheeks right now.

  “I’m going to fucking kill him! Oh god, it burns. What do I do?”

  “Milk,” Noble repli
es, trying to hide the amusement in his voice.

  “Are you laughing? Are you fucking laughing right now when my ass has turned into Krakatoa?”

  “No, I swear—”

  A knock at the door interrupts us. “Jani, are you okay?” Mom asks.

  Of course, because I’m shrieking like a banshee.

  “I’m fine!” I call out, before lowering my voice to talk to Noble. “If you know a way to stop this you’d better tell me or so help me, your balls are next!”

  “Milk,” he says again. “I’m serious. It won’t stop it completely, but it’ll make it bearable. Then you just have to wait for it to wear off.”

  Great. Fantastic. Mom knocks again. “Jani, what’s going on?”

  Fuck it. “Can you bring me the milk?”

  “Milk?”

  “Yes, milk. Please hurry.”

  Mom enters carrying a half gallon of milk, looking at me like I’ve completely lost it when she sees me standing in the shower, naked from the waist down. “What the hell, Jani? What were you yelling about?”

  I snatch the milk and pour it over my ass, making sure to get every inch, reveling in the instant cooling effect. “It’s Noble’s fault,” I snap, when I realize she’s gaping at me. I mean, fair enough, it’s not the most normal thing to do.

  “Hey, I didn’t do it!”

  Shit. I forgot I still had him on speaker. “I’ll call you back.” I reach over and hit the disconnect button.

  “Trey put Capsaicin cream on the toilet to prank Noble, but I sat on it,” I explain to mom, glaring at her when she bursts out laughing.

  “Aren’t you going to rinse off the milk?”

  “No, water isn’t my friend right now.”

  I can hear her laugh echoing through the house as I wrap a towel around me and stalk to my room, flopping onto my stomach on the bed where I plan Trey’s eventual disembowelment.

  Chapter Five

  Noble

  I’m walking on air when I head to my classes after my weekend with Jani. I finally have the girl I’ve wanted for so long, and after this semester, I won’t have to worry about making tuition payments anymore, so I’ll actually be able to take her out to nice places.