by Skyla Madi
“I think I can manage that request, too. Just promise to drink this one slower for me, will you?”
It took no longer than a minute or two before they were back where they started, sitting side by side on the couch. He pulled the coffee table closer and placed a sketch pad in front of her with a pencil. He tore a sheet off and placed one in front of him, as well, and positioned their drinks out of the way.
“Let’s try a flower. Take your pick.”
“You pick. I insist.” She shook her head and looked at him like he was crazy for leaving it up to her to decide. Another point on the cuteness scale on her behalf. Toby shook his head and smiled.
“All right. Show me your best sunflower, then.” He sat back as she struggled through his request, and it was no joke. Drawing was not her forte. It looked like a sad version of a fuzzy circle with a stick jutting out the bottom.
“You see? It’s the suckiest, saddest flower on the planet.” She pouted.
Toby’s lips twitched, and he fought hard not to laugh because the last thing he wanted was to insult her, so instead, he just brushed it off and decided to help her.
“Okay, let’s try this.” He ripped her picture from the pad, revealing a fresh page. “Sometimes it helps to break it all down into steps. Follow me. First, draw a big circle and a smaller one in the center.” He looked over to make sure she was following his instructions. He was trying to make it as simple as he could, so he was drawing it on his paper as he explained. “Then comes the stem and two leaves on each side of it. Good, now let’s draw a thin, elongated, upside-down heart shape that connects to the smaller circle in the middle all the way around, like so.” It took her a few tries, but she got the hang of it after a few minutes. He continued. “Add more petals like this to cover up the empty spaces in between and draw slanted lines crisscrossed over each other inside the small circle. Now we erase the outer large circle around, define the stem and leaves by adding a few lines like so, and voila! You now have your sunflower complete.” He took his drawing, set it beside hers, and smiled. “Proud of you. That’s a great-looking flower.”
“I actually did it. It’s clear, too.” She laughed as if shocked. “Yay!” She pumped her hands in the air and her face lit up with excitement.
“Fuckin’ adorable.” He shook his head again and was pleasantly shocked when she threw her arms around him in a giant hug. This night was looking up, and the more time he spent with her, the more he seemed to enjoy himself. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have someone hug him just because, and it was nice.
Chapter Fourteen
Harlow
Once she threw her arms around him, Harlow lost the fight. Earlier, she’d been struggling with her attraction for the man, not knowing whether the feelings were reciprocated. But now that she was so close, she thought, what the heck?
Would it be so terrible to just give in for once? To let go, have some fun, and enjoy the long overdue intimacy between a man and a woman?
She’d soon find out.
Toby’s arms felt so right round her. He was strong, warm, and felt good pressed against her, breast to chest. He was hard all over compared to her soft curves, and she wanted to explore this spark between them to see where they’d end up.
“I know I’ve said it before, but thank you.” Harlow leaned back slightly to look at him. Her arms moved from around his back and rested around his shoulders. She hadn’t wanted to move too far away just yet. She could feel her heart beating inside of her chest as she gauged his reaction to her closeness. Toby licked his lips, and she nearly groaned. “Dinner was sublime. You actually got me to draw a decent enough picture. I’m seriously still shocked that you accomplished that feat.” She smiled. “Just goes to show you how talented you really are, but most importantly, I like your company.” She leaned forward to press her lips against his. He stiffened momentarily as she kissed him softly, one peck and then two. She nibbled on his bottom lip and sucked on it before letting it go with a pop. Toby moaned and wrapped his arms around her tighter. She trembled as he took over the kiss. The moment she felt his tongue, she opened for him. One hand fisted into her hair, while his other held onto the back of her shirt. Toby tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and before she knew it, she was sitting on his lap and dry humping him. It was amazing. Their accelerated breaths mingled, and for the next few minutes, they were nothing but tongue and teeth—totally absorbed.
Toby pulled back, and she was breathless. Her chest heaved, her nipples pebbled, and she was completely enraptured by him. She was in such a Toby-filled fog, it took her a minute to figure out he’d spoken.
“Harlow?”
“Um, yeah?” She bit her lip, and it made him smile.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked. She figured he was mostly talking to himself because he didn’t wait for her to answer. “As amazing as that kiss was, I’m not sure it was such a good idea.”
“Okay.” She nodded. “Um…” She licked her lips and wondered what the hell was wrong with her. “It felt good to me.”
“Christ, you don’t even realize how tempting you are.” Toby growled but made no move to push her off his lap. Instead, he placed both hands on her hips and slightly squeezed as if he was having his own internal battle.
Harlow wasn’t even sure how to answer him. Tempting? Her? He needed to look in the mirror. If anyone exuded temptation, it was him. She was so out of her element and clearly doing a shit job at trying to seduce him.
“You’re right,” she replied. “It’s probably a bad idea.” Her face heated with embarrassment, and Toby surprised her yet again.
“With you, it’d be the best kind of bad. Believe me, baby. Fuck being reasonable, one taste and I’m already hooked.” He pulled her forward, so their breath mingled, lips just an inch apart, and whispered, “Not sure I have forever in me anymore, so I can only promise you tonight. You good with that?”
“One day at a time, and no promises,” she whispered back as she closed the distance. The kiss was amazing. So magical, it curled her toes, and butterflies took flight inside her belly with excitement. The guy oozed sex appeal as he devoured her mouth. Harlow fiddled with the hem of his shirt and broke the kiss just long enough for her to get the garment off and throw it behind her. Toby soon did the same with her dress. He got rid of her bra too and began to play with her breasts. He rubbed her erect nipples and palmed her boobs in each hand. They were both half-naked, skin against skin, and it was pure bliss to finally feel him up close, in such a personal way. Tonight was their night, and nothing else mattered for once but this moment with him.
Toby’s lips trailed down her neck, going lower and lower to taste her everywhere. She squealed with delight as he stood, taking her with him to the very large bed on the other side of the room. She bounced as he threw her on it, and he made quick work of pulling off her underwear, too. He stood back and admired the sight of her, so she decided to reciprocate. His tan chest rippled with overlapping muscle, defined pecs, and abs full of ink. A large, shaded, black and white skull sat right above his heart with a background of orange flames. Two roses sat on each shoulder so big it looked like one big piece. It was beautiful. A pair of lips was tattooed along the sexy V that led to the hard cock she was about to play with, with the words Only God can judge me underneath in script. Praying hands with rosary beads was on the other side of it on the left.
“You’re beautiful, Toby, and sometime soon, I’d like to trace those tattoos with my tongue, examine them, and maybe figure out their meaning.” She smiled, sat up on her knees, and moved closer so she could touch him again.
“Should be my line. Damn, Harlow, you’re exquisite—like an angel of sexy innocence. I’m drooling over here because I’m about to eat that pretty pussy, and I already know your taste will be an addiction, then I’m going to want to dirty you up, fuck you until you can’t walk, ruin you for any other man.”
“Yes, please.” Harlow nodded and licked his pierced nipple. “Taste
me. Let me taste you. I don’t care. I just need…”
Toby growled and pushed her back onto the bed so she was lying flat on her back again. She squirmed and cupped her breasts to tease him. She needed everything he promised and then some. She craved it.
“I know what you need. Fuck me, I know.” Toby dropped to his knees. He grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her closer to the edge. When she was into the position he wanted, he threw her legs over his shoulders and feasted. She gasped the minute he licked her from ass to clit. She watched Toby look up in time to see her writhe for him and he watched as she gripped the sheets. She pushed her pussy up into his face to get as close as possible while he licked, flicked, and fucked her with his tongue, and it felt so good, better than she could remember. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her body broke out in goosebumps, and her back arched as she screamed out his name in ecstasy. There was a heaven, after all. Hallelujah! Her orgasm came on quickly but lasted so long, she had to beg him to stop so she could take a deep breath. It was bitter sweet bliss.
Toby stood, wiped her juices from his face, and eagerly whipped his pants, boxer briefs, and socks off. He hopped around, and she giggled when he almost lost his footing. He ignored her to grab a strip of condoms from his bedside table and quickly sheathed himself in the latex. God, but he made her breathless just by looking at him. His cock was long, thick, and slightly curved to the right. She licked her lips and slid herself higher on top of the bed so it was easier for him to crawl on top. He growled the moment his dick met her moist pussy, and he rubbed the head against her clit. Harlow shivered and wasn’t above begging. She needed him so much. She felt so empty. “Toby, please…”
“Fuck, yes!” he exclaimed.
She felt their spark ignite into an inferno of passion as soon as he entered her.
Chapter Fifteen
Toby
Holy shit!
He needed a minute or he was about to bust a nut. And there was no fucking way he was going to let that happen so soon. He’d wanted to be in this position from the moment he’d laid eyes on Ms. Hottie, and he wasn’t about to ruin it by acting like this was his first time. Christ, she was tight. Perfect underneath him.
“Toby?” Her whisper was nearly his undoing.
“I just need to savor this for a minute,” he said then met her halfway in a kiss. He finally began to move, thrusting slowly because it felt too good to rush through it while he made love to her, not only with his dick but with his mouth too. Harlow pulled away and gasped for air. Her hips flexed in tune with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nails trailed down his arms and back up again, leaving slight red marks along the way. Loved knowing that later, whenever he looked in the mirror and saw those little scratches, he’d be treated with this very memory of her. Dark hair spread out against his white sheets, chest heaving, tits bouncing, green eyes on him like he hung the moon. He licked up her neck and nibbled on her lobe. She shivered against him as he breathed her in and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “You feel so good, Harlow. So tight, warm, and wet on my cock. I want to feel you pulse against me, coming so hard you milk my cock inside of you. Not sure one night is going to be enough with you, and that’s all I’m normally made of. I knew you’d be different,” he confessed and began to fuck her faster, his own words working him up into a frenzy, and she sighed with satisfaction.
“More, Toby. Harder.” She slapped his ass, and it made him chuckle.
“Oh, baby, you asked for it.”
He was about to break the fucking headboard. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall, and he didn’t care who heard; this woman, his for the taking, was about to scream once again, and it was going to be louder than the last time, if he could help it. He cupped his hands underneath her butt to change positions. Now on his knees with Harlow’s lower half elevated, it was like watching his very own porno with him in a starring role. As soon as he was sure Harlow was supported by her legs, he kept one hand squeezing her butt as he fucked her, and his other went up to play with her clit. She was so slick and aroused, she quivered within a minute of his touch and lit up like a firework on the Fourth of July. It was beauty. It was bliss. It was freaking phenomenal, and he could swear he nearly blacked out as her pussy strangled his cock and drained him dry. He collapsed to the side, trying to catch his breath, and he could swear it had never felt like this, not once, or at least, not in a very long-ass time.
One thing was for sure—they’d be doing this again. He was too selfish. It felt too good not to. He just needed to be careful.
By the time he’d come back to his senses, Harlow was cuddled next to him, her head on his chest. Her fingers trailed along the skull over his heart, tracing it. “I know this is the part where I should probably get dressed and go, right?” She lifted her head to look at him, as if waiting for his direction. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so I’m not caught up on protocol.”
“Do you want to go?” He lifted his brow. He hadn’t planned on asking her to leave, but if she wanted to, he wasn’t about to stop her.
“Not really.” She shrugged. “This is nice.”
“What we did was far from nice.” His eyes glittered with amusement. “Stay, then.”
“Okay.” She sat up, and he whistled when he got a good view of her ass. “My turn to play. You just sit back and relax.”
Toby stiffened when she picked up his foot and began to massage it. He was in such a sated haze, he hadn’t realized he left his scars on display. He normally hid them. The burns he’d sustained from the fire when he lost Carley were worst around his ankles and feet, and now she was touching him—there.
For fuck’s sake.
Harlow sensed something, of course. “You don’t have to talk about it.” She kissed him softly against the puckered skin she held in her hands. “We all have scars, Toby. Our own stories to tell, when we’re ready, and you’ve seen mine.” She gulped and gently placed his foot down, massaging higher up his legs now, working her way up his body. He let out a breath, nodded, and tried to relax again. “I just want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me.” She kissed along his legs and stopped herself when she reached the top of his thigh. Harlow gripped the base of his cock, and having a mind of its own, he started to get hard again. She pulled off the condom and threw it in the trash beside his bed. Then he watched her grab a corner of the flat sheet and wipe him clean. He cursed the moment her lips closed around his tip, and his hips jerked at the feel of her tongue swiping the sensitive slit at the top of it before she enclosed her entire mouth down his length until he hit the back of her throat. The moment was epic, and he knew without a doubt, nobody was getting any sleep tonight.
He didn’t mind one bit.
Chapter Sixteen
Toby
“The fuck you laughing at?”
The minute Carson entered the break room, he noticed Rebel sitting at the table with his feet up. He was holding a magazine and chuckling loudly. If his fellow tattooist found something funny, he wanted in on it.
“Shit, man. Toby’s girl has some doozies. Check this out.”
“Not my girl, Reb,” was Toby’s instant reply.
“If you say so,” Carson said, rolling his eyes. He turned to face Rebel. “You’re reading the chick column?”
“Meh,” Rebel shrugged. “Since Harlow’s been hanging out, I figure I’d see what the fuss was about. Some of it is the standard advice column stuff, some of it is Harlow adding a personal touch to the situation she’s replying to. But then you’ll read crap like this and we’ve all been there, but just hearing it, or should I say reading about it, is funny shit.” He pointed to a paragraph, and it piqued Toby and Carson’s curiosity, so they began to read it over his shoulder.
Dear Harlow:
I know not many men write in, but I have a situation I need help with, and I’m hoping none of my boys will figure out I wrote to you here, no offense. I just don’t know who else I can turn to with this. There’s this girl I�
�ve been seeing for the last two months, and I like her a whole lot. We have fun, she’s sweet, and we’ve got chemistry, if you know what I mean. There is no problem there. Except last week we had a mishap in the sheets that turned embarrassing, and things have been awkward ever since.
Here’s the deal, long story short. My girl and I were in the middle of getting busy, and it was good too, until my dumbass roommate barged in on us. To make matters worse, when I went to say what the fu—udge, she farted and not the normal kind. She was mortified, but the coochie bomb was already out there, and I was stunned. In my defense, I don’t think anyone is fully prepared when this happens. My roomie laughed, she cried out in misery, and while she hurried to hide under the covers, I was able to recover enough to throw the arse out of my bedroom with a few choice words before slamming the door. I tried comforting her, holding her, but the moment had passed, and she didn’t want to be touched, so I respected her wishes and backed off for the moment. She wanted to go home. To make matters worse, on our way out, my roommate was an ass yet again when he lifted his leg, farted loudly, then told her everybody does it, like it was no big deal. He’s lucky I haven’t seen him in a couple days.
In the meantime, I call her every day to let her know I’m thinking of her, and we’ve gotten together once for dinner and a movie, but we haven’t been physical since. Is there anything I can do to help her get over the embarrassment?
From,
A Man with a Situation.
“Damn!” Toby said, shaking his head. “Sounds like his roommate needs a lesson in boundaries and a good ass kicking.”
“Dude,” Carson responded. “My thoughts exactly. He just cock-blocked the guy. What a total douche. It’s not like the guy could climb back on and ride that ripple. Sounds like he really likes this chick too. Poor sap.”
