by Chiah Wilder
After securing a plate of ribs—it seemed like barbecue was all they ever ate—salad, green beans, and cornbread, she and Rock sat at one of the many tables strewn around the area and dug into their food. Eating whatever she liked felt like a guilty pleasure for her. For the past several years, her meals consisted of salad, steamed vegetables, and cottage cheese. Frederick dictated what she ate, and since he wanted her to be stick thin—a hard thing to be for an hourglass-figured woman—she rarely ate the tantalizing meals he required that she prepare for him.
A lump formed in her throat as she thought about what she’d put up with in her relationship with him. When she had agreed to become involved with him, she never would have imagined his lifestyle would have controlled her whole life. She’d erroneously believed his desires would be satiated with some kink in the bedroom, but she was wrong. By the time she’d realized what she’d gotten into, it was too late to change her mind. Things had already been put in place, and upsetting the balance would’ve been detrimental to—
“You want some more food?” Rock’s voice cut through her thoughts.
“No, thanks. It’s good but I couldn’t eat another bite.” She began to rise to throw the paper plates out when his hand on her thigh anchored her to the bench.
“I’ll do that.” He took her plate and slid off the bench, pitching their trash in the nearest bin. When he came back, he put his arm around her. “Let’s go inside.” He gave her his hand and she took it, following him into the club.
As she walked past several groups of people, she noticed many of them were in various stages of having sex: women on their knees giving blowjobs, men sucking women’s tits, threesomes, and full-on fucking. It’s like a play party without the whips, restraints, and equipment.
When she entered the great room, Rock pulled her close to him and said, “Let’s dance.” He grabbed her hands and flung her around while people stepped back and watched the couple. After several fast tunes, a ballad crooned over the speakers and Rock pressed her tightly to him, his arms looped around her waist. The touch of his hands burned into her skin and her heart raced. She circled her arms around his neck and placed her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed to the music, his scent engulfing her. Together they moved to the music as one, their bodies fused and heated as a sweet sensation formed between her legs. She was lost in his touch and while they danced, it felt as though they were the only two people in the room. Everyone but Rock ceased to exist for her and she held him tightly, never wanting to let him go.
As his hands journeyed down her back, landing on her butt, quivers ran up and down her spine. Rock’s hard dick pressed against her, causing her heart to beat erratically. For so long she’d fantasized about being back in his arms.
“You’re so sweet, ma chérie. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”
She tilted her head back and her gaze locked with his lust-filled one. She traced his jawline with her finger. “And do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“I got a pretty good idea. I bet if I touched your panties they’d be sopping.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, his warm breath tickling it. “Fuck, chérie, you’re making me think dirty thoughts.” His words shimmied down her neck and landed smack dab on her aching sex.
Bending down, he peppered kisses along her neck before taking her earlobe into his mouth and licking it while moving his teeth against its softness. “It’s so good to have you in my arms. You’re killing me.”
Clotille buried her face against his throat; he placed a finger under her chin and gently lifted her head up. His gaze caught and held hers, and she gasped at its smoldering intensity. He dipped down and his mouth hungrily covered hers, his hand at the small of her back holding her flush to him. His tongue forged through her seam and tangled with hers as his breathing deepened. Desire raced through her, but then he pulled away—too quickly for her liking—leaving her mouth burning.
All around them people danced to the fast beats of Warrant, and they both realized at the same time that the slow song had ended a while ago. They laughed, his hand squeezing her behind, her head resting on his shoulder, the sexual tension still crackling between them.
“Let’s go back to my room.” He guided her toward the stairs and she readily climbed them to the third floor, lust spiraling though her.
Rock unlocked the door and she slipped in, turning to look at him. The sight of him took her breath away. He filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching each side of the frame while his bulging biceps gleamed with sweat. A cocky smile danced on his lips and she knew she was staring, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from him. He exuded such virility and savageness, and her body threatened to lose control. She wanted to lick every inch of him and then claw him with her nails, leaving her mark in order to brand him as hers only.
He stepped in, shut the door, and approached her, his gaze feral and sexy as sin. Heat flared through her like a flash fire. Then he was next to her, his mouth crushing hers and his hands scorching her skin as they slid under the hem of her dress, skimming her hips and thighs. Her body tingling from the contact, she drew his tongue farther into her mouth and sucked on it, his low growl hitting her right between the legs. Brushing her breasts against his sculpted chest, his hands cupped them as he teased her nipples to hard points between his fingers. She squirmed under his touch and he pulled away slightly.
“I want to suck your tits, chérie,” he rasped as he slid her dress higher up her body.
When his hand slipped inside her lacey bra and touched her skin-to-skin, she threw her head back and moaned, gripping his shoulders so hard that her nails dug in. In one smooth movement, he’d pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. He trailed his tongue from her bottom lip, down her throat—where he paused to kiss the pulsing hollow at the base—past the creamy swells of her breasts, and finally rested on her impossibly hard nipples. With a growl, he drew her hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. When she whimpered, he chuckled softly.
“You like that, sweetie? You’re making me hard as fuck,” he growled.
Instead of answering, she arched her back, thrusting her tits deeper into his mouth. His hands hadn’t stopped exploring her, making her body tingle and hum as sexual tension flowed through her veins. Then his finger glided under her panties and encased itself between her swollen folds. His touch was like the spark of a match, igniting all her nerve endings. She moaned loudly and his mouth was back on hers, swallowing all her cries of pleasure. The deep emotions from their past expanded between them and they clung to each other in a passionate dance of want, need, and remembrance.
“I love that you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. Chérie, I need your hot, sweet pussy wrapped around my cock,” he said huskily as he inched her backward toward the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sat down, pulling him with her. He lay on top of her, their lips fused together as his palms skidded down her velvet skin before slipping under her ass, squeezing her luscious globes.
Drawing back slightly, she breathed in his ear, “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
The molten steel of his eyes burned into hers. “I’m the fantasy that you’ve had in your mind.” Then he kissed her again. Hard. Deep. Wet. He pulled back and their gazes held each other’s, their lips raw with desire.
She shoved his shirt up and he tugged it over his head, kicking his boots off and shrugging out of his jeans and boxers as lust filled her eyes. He knelt next to her reclined body, his heated gaze roving over her nakedness. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. I want to taste and feel every inch of your body.”
His chest hovered inches from her and she arched her back even more, trying desperately to press her tits against him, the desire to feel him against her skin overpowering. He chuckled and dipped his head down, brushing kisses across her cheeks and chin. He kissed and nipped her skin as his hands moved down her body. His mouth and tongue blazed a trail to her lacey panties an
d he grasped the waistband with his teeth, pulling them down as his hand lightly scratched her taut skin.
“Oh, Roche,” she murmured. Desire coursed through her, lacing around her nipples and sending jolts of pleasure to her throbbing sex. She’d never felt this alive, this desired, this cherished since she’d lost her virginity to him when they were teens. The feel of his mouth on her skin, his fingers on her quivering thighs, brought tears to her eyes. Careful. Don’t go over the edge. But at that moment, all she wanted was to feel him inside her, move in rhythm with him, and soar to euphoric bliss with his name on her tongue.
She looked over at him when he sucked in his breath, his shining black orbs focused on her glistening, shaved pussy. “Damn. I gotta taste you.” He spread her bent legs wide and nestled between them as she watched him intently. Slowly he licked her inner thighs, moving closer to her mound but never quite touching it. Each time his lips came close to her clit, she thought for sure that would be the time he’d touch her and release the throbbing ache, but he kept narrowly missing it.
“I need you to touch me. Please.” He chuckled against her inner thigh and goose bumps pebbled her skin from the warmth of his breath. “Please, Roche.”
“You begging me?” He chuckled again.
“I am. Please touch me.” She grabbed the back of his hair and tried to guide his mouth to where she urgently needed it to go, but he resisted her attempts.
“I’m getting there, chérie.”
She moaned and attempted to close her legs so she could rub them together and have some relief, but his hands anchored them exactly where he wanted them to be. The sweet pain pounded and she tried to touch herself, but he moved her hand away. The tension and desire he built inside her was over the top, and her craving for him inside her was fierce.
“I bet you taste delicious.” He looked up at her and grinned.
“Why don’t you find out?” She held her breath in anticipation of his wicked tongue on her sensitive and madly aroused sex.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He scooted down a bit and lapped her in one long sweep from her puckered hole to the top of her hood. Holy shit! Her stomach did several backflips and her nerves sizzled and zapped as he continued to lavish deep strokes over her most private part. She moaned and gripped the sheet, balling it in her hands. He looked up and caught her gaze, his lips and chin glistening with her juices.
“You taste fuckin’ sweet, just like I knew you would.” He slid his hands under her soft ass cheeks, clenched them, and pulled her closer to his eager mouth. Dipping his tongue back between her engorged folds, he swirled the tip of it in her juices while he sank a finger deep inside her. “Too fuckin’ good, chérie.”
She wanted to reply but her throat was too dry and her building tension rendered her speechless. All she could give him were guttural moans as she watched him lick and fingerfuck her to orgasm. She was on the brink of exploding when his hand went behind her knees and lifted her legs over his shoulder. Her eyes widened when she saw his thick, long dick positioned at her heated opening. “Oh” was all she could croak out.
He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips, his tongue plunging inside and tangling with hers so she tasted the musky sweetness of her arousal. He backed away and opened the drawer of his nightstand, withdrawing a condom. Rolling the sheath over his pulsing shaft, he winked at her. “I wanna feel your pussy clamped around my cock, squeezing the fuck out of it.” He held his dick in his hand and then, with one hard thrust, he buried himself in her.
Holy fuck! Her walls molded around his hardness, coaxing him in deeper as her arousal sent her senses reeling. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in as his finger flicked her hard nub. Bending over, he kissed her again.
“You want it gentle or rough?” His words vibrated against her lips.
“Rough. I want to really feel you.”
A wolfish grin crossed his face. “Très bien, chérie. I’ll give it all to you.” He withdrew and then began hammering her pussy hard and fast, pulling all the way out with each thrust before slamming back in. As he pounded her, his balls slapping against her ass drove her wild, and she thrashed and moaned each time he buried his dick inside her. With each plunge, her body moved up until her head hit the headboard. Leaning over, he placed a pillow behind her head and then continued his relentless, wild pounding of her dripping pussy. When his finger massaged the side of her beaded nub, the sparks that had been teasing her nervous system combusted; she flailed her head, wailed loudly, and shivered uncontrollably. Her release trembled through her, shaking her core with an intensity she’d never experienced before. A feral growl came from Rock as he stiffened and came, his pulses throbbing against her warm walls. Placing her legs on the mattress, he wrapped his arm around her waist and placed his damp forehead between her heaving breasts. Sweat misted over his body, and she raked her fingers through his hair before gently kissing his shoulder. He breathed deeply and rolled over, then tugged her close to him.
“That was fuckin’ amazing. Damn, woman, you know how to please a man.”
She smiled and lifted her head to plant a kiss on his chin. “You’re amazing.”
“It felt real good to be back inside you, chèrie. Real good.” He kissed the top of her head as his fingers lightly tickled her upper arm.
She wanted to tell him she felt the same way, that she wanted to stay with him forever, but she couldn’t. How could she destroy his life a second time? She had to face the reality that all she and Rock could ever have were memories. At least she’d given him a good one that night.
He held her tighter and soon his even breathing told her he was sleeping. She closed her eyes, happy to be safe in his arms again, even though it would be short-lived.
Chapter Thirteen
The aroma of coffee drifted up the stairs and seeped under the door crack, waking Clotille. Peeking through sleep-encrusted lids, the bright rays of morning stabbed through the open shutters. She shut her eyes again as she soaked in the warmth of Rock’s arm around her belly. She inhaled his familiar scent, then burrowed her head deeper into the crook of his arm. This is the first time in forever that I’ve woken up happy to start the day, and it’s all because of Rock. He’s wonderful. Maybe I can make this work. She brushed her fingertips over his arms and traced his colorful tattoos with her fingernail. I never liked tattoos, but I adore them on him. Shifting her body, she raised her eyes up at Rock and smiled when she caught his simmering gaze, a grin teasing at the corners of his mouth.
With a quiver in her stomach, she kissed his chin tentatively. He yanked her up, his mouth covering hers as he cupped one of her bare ass cheeks. She moaned into his breaths and slowly lowered her hand toward his crotch; brushing past it, she kneaded the insides of his thighs for several minutes. Inching her fingers upward, she curled them around his dick—it was hot and hard. He groaned and sighed as he tangled his hand around her hair. Alternating between one and two hands, she changed her grip and stroked the top and underside of his shaft. Midway through her hand job, she languidly glided her fingers down toward his balls, softly fondling them. A moan deep from his throat fell on her ears as she cupped his soft sac in her hand and gently squeezed it.
“Fuck, chérie, you’re killing me,” he said between pants.
Glancing up, she made eye contact with him and held his gaze as she scooted her hands back around his stiffness. She moved them up and down in a steady rhythm, only slowing when she saw the pressure building in his face. As he went rigid, she eased her grip on him and he grunted loudly, his hot seed erupting over her hands.
“Fuck, yeah…. Shit, that’s good.” His pelvis thrust forward as his hotness trickled down her hands onto his thighs and sheets. He jerked her to him and kissed her deeply before circling her in his arms and pressing her close.
She lay there quietly, listening to his breathing return to normal. When he’d dozed off, she went to the bathroom and washed her hands, returning with a warm was
hcloth and cleaning him tenderly as he slept. Watching him, his face peaceful, his breaths escaping from his parted lips, she felt an overwhelming connection to him. It was like a deep magnetic field was drawing her to him, and instead of fighting it, she wanted to give in to it wholeheartedly. Fuck my family. Who cares what they think or expect of me. A renewed vigor vibrated through her until she thought of the one person she could never risk hurting or losing. I know what Frederick, Armand, and Mom will do to sweet—
“What are you thinking about, chérie?” he said as he pulled her down on top of him.
She kissed him tenderly. “That I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, and it’s because of you.” A shadow passed over his face and her heart lurched for a nanosecond. “Should we get some breakfast? I’m starving. What about you?” She smiled warmly even though a chill had begun to settle over her.
Rock sat up, dragged his feet off the bed, slipped on his boxers, and stretched his arms over his head. “We need to talk.”
How she hated those four words. Men were always saying those four evil words to her, and it always meant something bad. With Luc it had meant he had cheated on her, with Frederick it had meant she would be punished, and with Rock it would probably mean she was a one-night stand. How could I be so stupid to think we had a chance?
“What are your plans? You know you can’t stay here.”
With her head down, she said, “You’re already tired of me?”
He stood up, went over to his jeans that were rumpled on the floor from the previous night’s fucking, and took out a joint. “Want one?” She shook her head. He lit it up and took a long drag, the smoke encasing him like a fly in a spider’s web. “Banger’s told me you gotta go. You being here puts the club in an awkward position. It’s not me telling you this but my prez. You have any idea what you’re going to do?”
