Consensual

by Livia Jamerlan

  “Well, I was born in Idaho.” Her eyes shot up. Not wanting to lie to her again, I gave her the truth. “I know I’m a long way from home. My parents passed away when I was three. When my sister turned eighteen she became my legal guardian and we moved to Rhode Island.” I sipped the last of my drink.

  “Sorry about your parents, but your sister sounds amazing.” Down the bar a gentleman flagged her down, requesting a new drink. “Let me go help him. I’ll be right back.”

  “Actually, Mack, I’m going to head back.” I pointed to the exit. “My friend is probably looking for me. Thank you so much for the drink. I’ll talk to you soon?” Mackenzie backed away from the bar and looked over to me.

  “Of course. I’ll call you later this week. We can meet for coffee or maybe a mani-pedi?”

  I pulled a twenty out of my clutch and slid it under my empty cup. “Yes. Mani and pedi, please.” I walked out of the cigar bar and rushed back to Gus. Though I felt horrible for lying to Mackenzie, I was overjoyed with the possibility that she might have enough dirt on Drew to get a lead on the case. If all went according to plan, I could convince her that the right thing to do was to come clean.

  I took the metal stairs two at a time, not caring that I was bumping into people. When I reached Gus and Jon, the cocktail waitress had just planted two bottles of Nuvo and X-Rated vodka in the ice bucket alongside some shot glasses.

  “What are we celebrating?” I asked, breathless. Maybe I needed to dedicate a little more time to the gym if a few flights of stairs made me wheezy.

  “You,” Jon said as he handed me the first shot glass.

  “Me?” I brought my hand to my chest. “I was gone for, like, forty minutes. I didn’t do anything.”

  Gus leaned over and attempted to whisper in my ear. “Thanks to you, I just got lucky in a conference room upstairs. Now we need to find you a beau to do the same for you,” he joked, pumping his elbow into my arm.

  Little did Gus know that I had already beaten him to the sex in a conference room milestone. Haas’s kinky room of tricks suddenly popped into my head. Although it scared the hell out of me, I couldn’t stop imagining myself in there … cuffed to the bed while he had his way with me … tied up as his lips trailed down my body … unable to move even when I couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Cheers,” Jon said. I poured back the cold, velvety liquid, swallowing and looking at Jon.

  “One more.” I needed to drink away the images that kept reeling through my brain. I wanted Haas, but I knew I couldn’t have him. The thoughts that kept coming in spite of my decreasing sobriety weren’t helping.

  Jon filled our shot glasses again. “This will give me a killer headache tomorrow,” I complained, then tossed it back. The more, the merrier.

  A new song came on and the club began to roar. “Let’s dance!” I shouted over the song. Jon and Gus nodded. I needed to press my body against random strangers so I would stop thinking of the hazel-hued eyes that were popping in and out of my head.

  The dance floor was crowded, and my body was hot from the heat of the club and all the alcohol I’d consumed. I raised my hands in the air, pumping my head to the music and pushing my body between Gus and Jon. The bass was loud enough that I felt my legs shake from the vibration of it.

  “Who’s getting fucked tonight?” The deejay bawled over the microphone. I felt the ground shake as the massive crowd began screaming back, roaring their response. Reaching into my clutch, I pulled out my cell to dial Haas. Fuck it. I needed him to know that I needed to get fucked tonight, but not by just anyone. He needed to know that he was the only person I craved right then and there. I prayed he would answer.

  The deejay’s voice blared thorough the speakers once again, shouting at the crowd. ”I can’t fucking hear you. I want to hear you scream if you want to get fucked tonight. Ready? One. Two. Three. Scream!”

  Holding my phone over my head after the beep for the voicemail, Jon, Gus, and I screamed at the top of our lungs into the air. Before the noise stopped, I hit the end button and dropped my phone back into my clutch. Wrapping the wristlet around my wrist, I swayed with the sweaty bodies that surrounded me. Letting the beat take over my body, I stepped side to side.

  “Brae, are you sure you don’t want me to take the cab home with you?” Gus asked, holding the cab door open.

  “Gus, I’m fine. Go home with Jon. Seriously, it makes no sense for you to come with me. We live on opposite sides of the park.” I leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Go get him.”

  Gus gave the cabbie my address and closed the door behind me. “’Night.”

  I lifted my hand and waved as the car began to move. Leaning my woozy head on the leather seat, I watched the city that never sleeps pass by. The car ride was quiet except for the small vibration on the cool leather seat next to me. It stopped for a few seconds and then started again. It was a soft, quiet song; I couldn’t quite hear it due to the ringing in my ear, though. The cab drove up Madison Avenue—I knew from the buildings we were passing that Central Park was just a block away. My heart began to race. We’re near Peyton’s house.

  “Can you take me to 86th and 5th?” I asked the cabbie. He mumbled something, but I tuned him out.

  The cab stopped at a red light and I was smacked with the sight of Peyton’s building as I stared straight at his doorman. I was just steps away from the revolving door that kept me from the thing I wanted most. “You can pull over here,” I said, shoving my hand in my purse for some cash.

  The cabbie pulled over and I threw my twenty toward the front seat. If I stopped to think now, I would never make it. I walked into the bright lobby and my heels clicked against the marble floor.

  Fuck. I needed him to send me the elevator. I pulled my clutch off my wrist and took out my cell.

  Squinting, I looked at my small screen.

  Five Missed Calls

  Peyton Haas

  I smiled at his name; he had received my message after all. Hitting the call back button, I brought my phone to my ear. It rang once before he answered.

  “Hello? Braelynn?” It was past two in the morning, but he sounded wide-awake.

  “Did I wake you?” I tried not to slur my words.

  “No. Where are you?”

  “Are you home?” I asked, avoiding his question. There was no point in telling him I was here if he was out.

  “Yes. Are you okay?” His voice was soft.

  “Send the elevator down.”

  Braelynn

  As I waited for the elevator my heart pounded. I couldn’t walk away again. I wanted this. No, I needed this. My body was craving his.

  One night.

  I just needed one night to get rid of this hunger I had for him.

  The elevator dinged and the door glided open. Bringing my hand to my chest, I attempted to hold on to my heart as it practically beat out of my chest.

  Hazel eyes were the first things I saw.

  Haas was leaned back against the elevator wall, one foot pressed against it, dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt, and flip-flops. This was the second time I’d seen him as the sexy boy next door, and I liked it. A lot. A sly smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew what I was thinking, and I bit my lip. I inhaled deeply before walking toward him, my heels clicking softly as I entered the elevator. Without removing the smile from his face, he moved to the adjacent wall so we were facing one another. His eyes burned through me, and I hoped mine matched his. He didn’t speak until the door closed.

  “So you want to get fucked tonight?” he asked, his conniving smile still present.

  “One night,” I said, raising my index finger. “One.”

  “Just one?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his bicep muscles pushing against his cotton shirt. I felt my nipples harden under my bra.

  “One night. You can have me for one night and tomorrow we pretend it never happened.” My words slurred a little as I pointed at him to indicate my seriousness.

  “Are you
drunk?” he questioned.

  I lifted my left hand to my eyes and squinted through my index finger and thumb. “A little, but I’m coherent.”

  “So this is consensual?” he inquired, walking toward me.

  I nodded eagerly when I felt the elevator stop. “Oh, this is consensual, all right.”

  The doors opened and he grabbed my hand, leading me into his house. He stopped halfway through the foyer and faced me. His sharp turn caused me to hit his firm, muscular chest.

  “Get on your knees.” He looked down at me, his voice authoritative.

  “What?” I questioned, shocked that we were only a few steps inside his home and he had already asked me to get on my knees.

  “Get on your knees,” he commanded. “If you want this, it’s going to be my way. So be a good girl and get on your knees.”

  My core began to drip as I knelt before him on the cold, hard tile.

  “Suck me off.”

  I dropped my clutch and reached for his buttons. My vision was fuzzy from the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I lowered his jeans along with his boxers. His balls were heavy, ready for my greedy mouth. I admired his perfect cock, long and thick. His hand came down and slowly stroked it back and forth. I felt my mouth water.

  “Open that perfect mouth of yours,” he ordered, and I opened for him. He held himself at his base as he positioned the tip of his head on my lips. “I want these lips chapped and swollen, got it?” he asked, tapping his head on top of my lips.

  I nodded readily, hungry for him. He slid his cock into my mouth, the skin soft on my warm tongue. My tongue began massaging him as he slid in and out. I held his base and pulled him out, rotating my tongue around his head as I sucked my saliva off his silky skin. Deep throating was not one of my strongest skills, but I gave him the best head I could. His grunts encouraged me to go farther, sucking him deeper into my mouth.

  “That’s it … Take me deeper.” I inhaled through the gagging as he continued to push deeper. I opened wider, allowing him to hit the back of my throat.

  “Relax your throat,” he said between grunts. But my throat locked, not letting him go any farther. I swallowed my saliva, attempting to relax my throat. “Relax,” he said again, clenching his teeth. I heard the frustration in his voice as he pulled on my hair, pulling himself out of my mouth. “Relax your fucking throat,” he demanded.

  I nodded, looking up at him as he pushed his dick back into my throat. He hit the back and I felt my throat muscle contract. My hands were vices on his thighs.

  “Take a deep breath and try not to think about it,” he said, looking down at me. My eyes locked on his. I inhaled deeply and relaxed. Haas found his moment and shoved himself deeper as my eyes teared with his depth. “Don’t think about it … just breathe through your nose.”

  He locked both of his hands against the sides of my face and pounded into me as his trimmed groin smacked against my nose. Never had a man had his dick so deep in my throat.

  “I’m going to come,” he mumbled, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I locked my lips around his girth. His vein throbbed under my tongue, and I felt his warm velvet liquid pour down my throat as he pulled out.

  “Milk me.”

  He withdrew and I pumped him, letting his final spurts shoot into my mouth as I swallowed his semen. He dropped to his knees in front of me and his mouth claimed mine. I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He bit my lower lip before pulling away.

  “I can taste myself on your tongue.”

  His lips met mine again and I whimpered as his tongue twirled around in my mouth. I lifted up on my knees and pushed my pelvis into his groin, where I could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against my body. Peyton pulled away from my lips and lightly bit my chin, his teeth gliding against my skin. I angled my head to the side and exposed my neck. My hands wrapped around his head and gripped his hair as he placed wet kisses down my neck … across my collarbone … His fingers tugged on the collar of my shirt, exposing my shoulder, and Peyton kissed it softly before biting down.

  “Fuck!” I moaned.

  “Mine,” he replied, retracing the path he had left with his kisses. “Even if it’s just for one night.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten on my chin and pulled away, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you still up for this?”

  My tongue slid across my swollen upper lip. “Yeah.” I nodded.

  Rising from the floor, Haas reached out for my hand. Once I’d locked my hand in his, I knew I was headed toward the most mind-blowing sexual night of my life.

  “Follow me,” he said.

  I sprang to my feet and followed the half-naked Adonis. When he turned for his bedroom, I couldn’t help the words that fell out of my mouth. “No sex room?”

  “Not just yet. I need you in here first.” He pulled my body forward, making me fall right into his arms. His hungry mouth covered mine, and one hand entwined in my hair as the other squeezed my ass.

  My hands trailed up his body. Wrapping them around his neck, I deepened our kiss. His tongue danced with mine while the oxygen escaped our lungs. He tugged me toward him, only stopping when the back of his legs hit the bed. Separating our conjoined lips, he rested both hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes.

  “I want you, Braelynn. All of you. This room … I’ve never … No one else …” He seemed to stumble over his words for a moment, but I think I knew what he was saying. Before I could respond, he moved on, confident again. “Tell me it’s okay for us not to use protection. Tell me I can bury myself deep inside of you. Tell me I can claim you.” His hands pushed my hair back then palmed my face. “I always use protection, but I want to feel you, all of you.”

  My core throbbed, my nipples hardened, and my breasts were heavy. With the last bit of oxygen I had left, I responded, “I’m clean. I’m on the pill. Take me, Haas. Claim me. I’m all yours.”

  He didn’t speak.

  As soon as the words left my mouth, he went from demanding to sweet. My body had no objections to his bipolar tendencies.

  With his hands on my face, he kissed me ferociously, his eagerness seeping into my body before he softened the kiss and pulled away. Haas kissed my lips, the side of my mouth, my cheek, then worked his way to my ear, nipping on my lobe before kissing down my jaw to my throat. Sliding down my body, he kissed my shoulder and chest before he dropped to his knees.

  I kicked my pumps off, dropping three inches for him, and his hands reached up and slid my leggings down. Only my thong remained. Haas’s eyes shone up at me as he ran his hands up and down my legs. In them, I saw everything he wasn’t saying. I ran my hands through his shaggy hair before cupping his cheeks.

  His skin pressed against my palm. He turned his face and placed a soft, wet kiss on my skin there. Haas put his hands on my hips and lifted my shirt as he slowly rose and kissed a path up my body.

  My shirt was tossed behind him, along with his. I stood in front of him in nothing but a bra and panties, and his naked body glistened in the light and shadow from Manhattan below. I began to chew my lower lip as I waited for his touch. What had been so raw and rough in the foyer was now passionate and tender.

  Haas moved a tendril of hair from in front of my face; the small brush of his skin against mine was electric, and my body melted for him yet again. His strong arms pulled me forward, turning me so my back was pressed against his chest. Moving my hair off my shoulder, he kissed my neck, biting and sucking as he guided us toward the bed. Every move was smooth, almost affectionate, and seemed to be strategically planned.

  When my knees hit the mattress, Haas kissed the back of my head before urging me forward. I crawled on top of the bed, moisture pooling in my core as I prayed for his touch.

  His hands dug deep into my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Haas squatted and rubbed both palms against my butt cheeks. His lips massaged their way from one cheek to the other while his hands held firmly on to me. My heart beat erratically and hummed when his fi
ngernails grazed my skin. My cheek lay flush against his soft duvet comforter as I lifted my ass higher for him. His nose pressed on my crack as he kissed my core over my panties. He pulled away and I felt him stand. A rush of air entered my lungs as I anticipated his next move, his next touch. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t let him do to me right now. In this very moment, he owned me.

  His hands rested along my hips for a few moments before he lowered the scrap of fabric that was my thong. I lifted each knee for him, and as his hands spread my moistened lips, a soft moan escaped. I pushed back against his hands, silently begging him. He moved his hand up to my other opening, and his thumb lightly pressed there before he continued up my spine. His mouth followed, trailing a wet path behind his hand. His agile fingers unclasped my bra and he kissed my shoulder as it fell away from me. His hands wrapped around, cupping my breasts.

  My nipples hardened as he pinched them. His hands sought my hips and tugged, lifting me toward him so we were both kneeling on his bed. His lips found my neck as his hands strayed from my hips. I arched my back, pushing both my breasts and my swollen clit into his wandering palms.

  His teeth bit down on my earlobe before he whispered, “I plan to be buried deep inside you all night.”

  The anticipation was killing me.

  Peyton pulled my face toward him and his perfectly defined lips pressed against mine, his stiff erection pulsing against my lower back. Breaking the kiss, I pushed back on his cock, and his hand pulled away from me to position his tip at my opening. My damp folds slid against his head, and I felt my body open for him, his thickness filling me. His nails gripped my skin, and his lips pressed on my neck as he pushed farther into me. Haas nudged my head down to the bed, then kissed the upper part of my back as his dick opened me wider, each thrust bringing me closer to a climax.

  “You feel fucking perfect,” he moaned.

  I whimpered in pure ecstasy. I felt Haas’s engorged cock push deep into me as his nails scraped down my back. My release was approaching, and between his grunts and strong hands wrapped around my hips, I knew he was close too.