by Liv Bennett
“I’ll forgive you—” I slip a finger under her chin to tilt her head up to me. “If you agree to move in with me.” I offer her an apologetic grin.
She glances up at me, smiling despite the tears rolling down her cheeks. “You can’t do that.”
“Oh, yes I can. If you move in with me I’ll forget it ever happened.”
“Okay, fine.”
Thrilled, I slip my arms around her waist and lift her, sweeping her feet off the ground. “You’ll never regret it.”
“But, I still need to go to my condo today to pick up some clothes.”
I laugh. “Okay, but I’m coming with you.” I put her down and hold her elbow while walking with her toward the bathroom. I wash her hair and body slowly, hoping she’ll turn around and give me a kiss and a hug, and some more, but she doesn’t. I guess I’ll have to jerk off again.
After drying up and having a late lunch, we settle on the couch in the living room; Taylor chooses to keep her thoughts to herself, making me wish I could read minds, just hers actually. Pain stabs my chest, when I notice her face darken and then go to that dull, emotionless state she had for several months after Jack’s death. Despite the short break from depression, she’s going back there again, losing herself to grief and despair. The fact that there’s nothing I can do about it is killing me.
I reach for her cheek and brush it in an effort to erase that lost look on her face. “Taylor, I’ll get bullets all around my chest, if that’s what it takes to make you happy again.”
Her hand covers mine, pressing it harder against her cheek. Her eyes close, and I feel her warm tears on my fingers. I didn’t say that to make her cry. I should have just shut the fuck up. She cries for several minutes, each tear piercing my chest like a sword.
Will it be like this everyday? Will she just drown herself with tears and agony in front of my eyes?
Then, out of the blue, she opens her eyes, wipes the tears with her hand, her face brightening as if she’s just had an inspiration for an invention. “I don’t want to be depressed anymore. I hate it. I hate it when all I can think about is Jack and the short time we spent together, as if I hadn’t had a life before him. I hated every minute of the years I grieved after him, but I couldn’t get out of it, even if I tried.” Letting my hand go, she grasps my shirt and pulls me toward her. Her lips barely brushing mine, she says, “Then something miraculous happened,” and locks our mouths together.
She shifts around to straddle me, her hands tightly clutching at my shirt, drawing me closer to her, as though she can’t have enough of me. Her lips press against mine, licking, sucking, biting, and teasing my flesh to the point of pain, until I open my mouth and let her tongue in. Her kisses are greedy and hungry like never before. My cock hardens under the feathery pressure of her weightless body. I slide my hands through her hair and allow her to take me the way she wants me, relishing the intimacy of our fervent kiss. The kiss so full of longing and fire, it stirs up every cell, every nerve ending in my body, purifying me from the stains in my soul.
Her hips ride on me ever so slightly, and I run my hands on her sides up and down, then over her breasts through her tank top.
Gasping, she tears her lips away from mine, ending the most lustful dream in a flash. “You saved me, your passion and your love. Now, I need you to do it again.”
“You want me to get shot in the chest again? Because I’ll do it if—”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Beautiful words coming from the mouth of the most beautiful woman.
I slip a hand behind her neck, moving her face close to mine, and let my lips graze slightly against hers, but not fully kissing them. Her short breaths are an aphrodisiac on my skin. She pushes forward, I pull back. There’s nothing more arousing than seeing her frustrated with need. Need for me.
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’ there,” I say, my eyes fixed on her wanting lips.
She throws her head back, looking down at me with narrowed eyes. Her eyebrows arch upwards. “You want me to beg for a kiss?” I can’t read her expression but I prefer it thousand times more than the dull, emotionless one that scares the hell out of me.
“It surely wouldn’t hurt.” My lips curl up to a smile, despite my best attempt to keep a straight face.
“Someone will beg, all right. But it won’t be me.” Her face lighting up with a mischievous grin, she splays her hands over my chest and roams them downward, where I’m at my most vulnerable.
I catch her hands but don’t stop them, as they unzip and unbutton my jeans and grab my cock out of my boxers. I freeze, as she runs a thumb over its head, her touch making it inflate to its full size instantly. Her hands tight around my cock look so small and pale; the sight of her tongue licking her lips is worth dying for.
I swallow hard, trying to decide whether to shove her hands off or let her continue. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She bites her lower lip seductively and rubs the head of my cock across her soft checks, then over her lips, causing pre-cum to leak.
The last time I jerked off was the morning of Valerie’s attack, and that was three days ago. When a few hand strokes can finish me off, she’s planning to give me the best of the treatments that’ll make me come in seconds. “I’m begging you, please stop it or you’ll throw up.” My voice is intermittent and nearly inaudible. Actually, I wish she hasn’t heard my plea.
Shooting me a dirty glare, she slides a hand down to cup my balls, while her tongue swipes up the length of my cock, increasing my desire for her tenfold.
I involuntarily grasp her hair with both hands and roar, “Taylor!”
“I want you,” is all she says, before the head of my cock disappears between her swollen lips. I’m lost in bliss at the slick heat of her mouth.
Bucking my hips against her mouth, I urge her to take more of me in that snuggling heaven and she does, earning a loud growl from my throat. “Fuck, Taylor.”
I’m afraid she’ll go running to the bathroom to vomit any second, but she keeps on sucking me ravenously, wrapping her tongue around my cock, as if it’s the sweetest treat she’s ever tasted. Her eager hands are tightly stroking the rest of my throbbing cock, prompting a string of curse words to roll out of my mouth.
“Breathe,” I whisper to her between my own ragged breaths. My balls ache with lust and feel like they’ll explode any second. I use all my strength not to thrust into her mouth harder than she can handle. But, at some point, when my urgency to release escalates, I press her head down while thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. “Stop now. I’m very close,” I yell so I can at least finish myself off, before filling her mouth with my sperm.
Her eyes dilate at my words; she holds still for a moment, making it impossibly hard for me to keep myself from exploding into her mouth. Then, she releases my cock, stands up, and strips off her pajama bottoms together with her panties, leaving me breathless at the sudden sight of her engorged sex, pink and moist with need for my attention.
At that moment, I lose my brain. Every sound and coherent thought disappears in a flash with no promise of coming back. I stand up to take off my shirt and pants before I grab her by the waist, flip her backwards on the couch, spread her legs with my hand, and position myself between them.
She lifts her head and her hand reaches up and wanders on my biceps, pecs, and lands on my abs. “You’re so beautiful. Everywhere.” Her tongue licks her lips, and then she bites the lower one in anticipation. Her eyes drop down to my cock. “I want to see you taking me.”
She has to seduce me this way, as though I’m not already seconds away from a mind-fucking explosion. “Jesus, Taylor, do you want to kill me or what?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly; her nipples are hard beneath her tank top. I grab the fabric and expose her breasts. Watching the pink nipples go rock hard, I want to take my sweet time on each of them, but that’ll have to be for another time.
“Don’t make me beg for it.” Her voice sounds at the verge of crying. She lifts her eyes to meet mine. She may not be begging, yet, but her eyes do.
“But, I love it when you do.” I push half the way inside her and pull it back immediately and thrust it halfway again.
She closes her eyes; a drop of tear leaves and rolls down on her cheek, and I panic. Have I pushed her too much? I shouldn’t have forced her in her fragile state. Then, suddenly, I notice the tiny vibrations buzzing around my cock.
Fuck me running, she’s already coming apart as if she was the one who received oral ministration and not me. That’s so hot I can feel the sperm in my testicles boiling, fighting to break free.
“Didn’t you want to see how I’m fucking you,” I say. Her eyes fly open and glance at me before gazing down. Her face goes from embarrassed to carnal in a matter of seconds, as I hold her hips and ram my cock all the way into her. We both cry out as her taut insides welcome my entire length.
I want to live in this moment forever; her pussy swallowing my cock, her breasts bouncing with my thrusts, her hair disheveled, her forehead sweating, tears of lust wetting her red cheeks. It’s just me, and her, and no sadness, or grieving.
“Hard, fuck me hard.” She pushes her hips against mine in rhythm with my thrusts and digs her fingernails into my biceps. I shift to bring her legs up to my shoulders, grab her buttocks, and push my cock deeper inside of her.
“You feel so good.” And I’ll be damned if I ever get tired of being inside you.
“Adam,” she shouts from the deep of her throat, “I’m very close.”
I pick up the speed and pump her harder. An old desire inflames to full fire. “I’m gonna get you pregnant.”
“What?” She snaps her eyes open. “You know I can’t…”
I dig my nails into the soft flesh of her buttocks, and she responds with a cat-like moan. “Then, I’m gonna fuck you until you can.”
Maybe it’s for my words or the rough strokes of my cock, but she begins trembling violently, and her inner muscles are clenching tightly around my cock. She can’t keep her eyes open, even if she wanted and squeezes them shut as the orgasm hits her with full force. Her head drops back on the cushion; her inarticulate words mixed with weeping ring in my ears.
I can’t keep it any longer, so I pump into her my full load, watching her pant, and quiver, and lose herself in the ecstatic pleasure. My energy drains out of me together with the last spurt of sperm, and I pull out and roll beside her, pulling her over onto my chest. It takes forever until our breaths calm down to normal, and I feel my heavy lids closing.
Her finger runs circles on my chest; her warm breath massages my sensitive skin. “Now isn’t the right time to have a child. And, it’s kind of freaking me out. I’ve just accepted to move in.”
“I know; I’m sorry.” I open my eyes and cup her chin to meet her gaze. “I’m not gonna lie, I want to have children with you some day. But, more than the prospect of a child, I want your womb to be fertile. I feel like it’s my responsibility to…”
“Fix it? It’s not like your sperm has magical curing qualities or something.” She laughs, her body shaking with her laughter. Just a few minutes ago, I was plagued with the fear that she wouldn’t smile again. And now, her laughter is chiming in my ears. What a sweet irony.
I kiss her hot skin on the forehead. “You never know.”
“I’m beginning to doubt your Engineering diplomas. Your science knowledge sucks.”
A tired smile tugs at my lips. “I want to go with you to your next doctor’s appointment.”
“Please, don’t tell her anything about your magical sperm. She might want to use it for her other patients and I don’t want to share you with another woman. Just so you know.”
I narrow my eyes, raising an eyebrow to show my mocking disbelief. “Is that so? Not even to help women in desperate need?”
She shakes her head. “Not even for them.”
For the briefest of moments, her eyes sparkle with a new emotion that I recognize from Pat’s eyes, and I know it is love. Or at least the first seeds of it. And, my heart feels like a blink away from bursting out of my chest with raw and unadulterated love for her. Before I can react, though, she reaches up and seals her lips against mine. And for some outlandish reason, it has a sense of finality and permanency on it.
Yet another surprise comes when she doesn’t feel the urgency to throw up after sex; neither that day nor another day where we become one with our desire for each other. Which gives me another reason to give her the love and pleasure I’ve always wanted to share with her.
CHAPTER 20 - TAYLOR
Life is a real bitch to the bitter end. It punches us in the face, knocks us down, and drags us into the deep dark of the sea. It’s the real love that breathes oxygen into our lungs, soothes the bruises and scars that life has given us, and makes us stand up to life’s cruelties. It is only then that life softens, loses its edge, and shows us its real beauties and pleasures.
Despite what life took away from me, Adam’s love made me realize that my end hasn’t come yet, and many years of happiness are waiting for me. And now, I’m outrageously in love with him; with all the stomach-flutters, crazy heartbeats, madness, longing, and desire a woman can feel for a man.
And what a man!
I’m ready to dive nose-deep into the challenges and struggles life has in store for me, as long as I have Adam by my side.
THE END
An Illicit Pursuit
(Pat and Zachary’s Love Story)
Being a relentless pursuer is in Adam Garnett’s blood. His first obsession is the up-and-coming, beautiful country singer, Pat Stevens. The fact that she has a boyfriend whom she adores does nothing to Adam’s plans to seduce her into his bed and eventually into his life. Alas, he doesn’t know how destiny will teach him a lesson when he meets his best friend’s beautiful girlfriend.
Pat Stevens has tried it all to become the famous and influential singer she’s been dreaming of being since she was a little girl. Yet, nothing seems to be working for her toward that goal. As if her career struggle isn’t disheartening enough, she has to deal with the strictly religious and proudly Jewish mother of her boyfriend.
Adam’s provocative words and seducing moves are becoming hard to withstand. Damn if she doesn’t find herself wanting him to try harder to win her heart. Will she be able to get passed her morality and give in to Adam’s advances? And to which price?
When life presents her an unexpected surprise, she has to confront difficult choices between her boyfriend and the career she has always dreamed of.
Excerpt from AN ILLICIT PURSUIT
PAT CARTER
Early September in Los Angeles is a sheer torture to behold. I’m soaked in my own sweat in spite of sitting under the shade of this humongous oak tree. Wiping away the sweat gathered on my forehead, I check my watch. Twelve fifteen. Zach, my high-school sweetheart and current boyfriend, is fifteen minutes late for our lunch date.
“You’ll be late to your own funeral,” I once told him.
“Nobody is perfect; not even the chosen ones,” he responded, laughing. His Jewish identity and my Catholic upbringing are two of the few topics we tend to avoid. Except for jokes, of course.
My eyes scan the countless students, roaming around the UCLA campus trying to locate Zach, but he’s not among them. Instead, I spot a tall, masculine guy with wavy dark hair, wearing a V-neck, whi
te t-shirt, and blue jeans, which are hanging loosely around his hips. The way he pushes the strands of hair off his forehead and laughs is like an oasis in this extreme heat. Which, nonetheless, doesn’t stop me from turning my gaze away from him down to my guitar. I’m not usually the type who piques the interest of such beautiful guys. Oh, and I almost forgot; I’m taken, anyway. So, I pull my guitar to my lap and spread my fingers on the strings, hoping I won’t get heat stroke, or at least if I do, Zach will arrive in time to take me to the hospital.
“Do you actually play that thing?” A velvety tone pulls me away from my frustration. I look up to see none other than the oasis guy, standing a few feet away from me, with a disarming smile playing on his beautiful lips and his hands hanging casually in the pockets of his jeans. His eyes are both mesmerizing and exhilarating. His hair is a dark hue of brown, his skin dark olive on his face and arms, lighter on the visible part of his chest.
I have to re-play his question in my mind, because honestly, he’s so much more gorgeous up close that I can’t help but be tongue-tied. I avert my eyes and glance down at my guitar. “That thing is called a guitar,” I say and look up at him with a grin. “And yes, I do play it.”
He draws his thick brows together. The seriousness washing over his sexy face makes my heart go drumming. “Wait a minute. Do I know you?”
I use the opportunity to sweep my eyes over him from head to toe, as if I have to study him thoroughly to be able to answer his question. “Um, I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, now I remember.” He raises a hand and taps his index finger on his lips. Which draws my attention to the plump opening of his mouth and there, at that point, I admit to myself that I could risk making a fool out of myself, just to steal a kiss from him. “I saw you in a movie. What was its title? Luscious Life Under Stars, right?”
