I shook my head trying to make the memories go away—thinking about any of that wouldn’t help me decide what to do now, and I had to decide. I knew he wanted to fuck me but did he want more? Could I live with what he was able to give? I wanted a family, a stable life, it was the opposite of what I’d have with him.
The tap on the bathroom door startled me and I dropped my brush. “Cyn, you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I knew I sounded flustered, and he was probably wondering what I was doing in here. I giggled. Maybe he thought I was getting myself off. “Be right out.”
“Okay, no rush, just checking on you. I’m going to have a drink. Do you want me to make you one too?”
We were talking through the bathroom door. I started giggling again; it was so domestic. Hi, honey, I’m home can I get you a drink? Oh yeah, I had it bad.
“You sure you’re okay?”
All the giggling gave me hiccups. Oh yeah I was fine, just borderline insane. “Yeah fine. I’ll have what you’re having.” The hiccups in between the words kept me laughing and now my sides were hurting. He was really going to think I’d lost it in here.
Holding my breath, I counted to ten and slowly let it out. Thank God they were gone. I packed up the rest of my shower stuff and put on one of the sexy nighties Michelle talked me into, but then covered it up with my fluffy white robe. I rolled my eyes, talk about sending mixed messages.
Looking in the mirror I wondered what he saw when he looked at me. The blue streaks were still bright in my brown hair and the stylist had trimmed and layered my bangs so they weren’t hanging over my eyes. With no make-up on I looked pale, especially with the black frames on my glasses. He could have his pick of any of the hot groupies, why was he here with me? Michelle would be kicking my butt right now and pushing me out the door. I took a deep breath, okay, here goes nothing. It’s crazy really, I was so sure of myself in every other part of my life but with this man, I was like mush. Good thing Michelle was always in my head.
Pulling open the door, I stepped out and almost slammed right into his chest. He was leaning against the wall across from the door with a drink in each hand.
“Oh damn, sorry.”
“No problem. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, just had the giggles and no, I can’t explain it.”
“Okay then. Here’s your drink, I don’t know if you like scotch and soda but that’s what I’m having. There’s nothing like Johnny Walker Black.”
“I’ve never had it,” I said and taking the glass from him I swallowed a large gulp. Shit it burned all the way down. Coughing, I almost dropped everything I was holding. He took the glass from me and pounded me on the back. Great, Cyn, way to be a turn on.
“I was going to tell you it’s strong, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
“Yeah, I see that. But umm…yeah it’s good.”
He laughed, “Fuck yeah, I’m not believing that. Want me to make you something else?”
“No really it’s good. I’ll just drink it slower.”
“Okay then. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
Nodding, I took my drink back from him and put it on the table. While he was in the shower, I put all my stuff back in the drawers in his room then sat down at the table. When he came out of the shower, I was sitting there sipping my scotch. I was going to take off the robe but I chickened out at the last minute. I wanted to make sure he still wanted me before I threw myself at him.
The shower turned off and my stomach knotted, my palms got sweaty. I took a drink of the scotch hoping it’d help calm my nerves. It’s not like I was a virgin, so why was I so nervous. Damn, maybe because he was everything I’d always avoided. Duh.
I heard the bathroom door open and took another drink before I looked his way. He stepped out of a cloud of steam as the door opened all the way. I stared at his naked feet and moved up his legs breathing a sigh of relief he wasn’t completely naked, but when I got to his waist he might as well have been. The top button was undone on his jeans and they were only partially zipped. His chest was bare and covered with tattoos, but all I could focus on was how it glistened with the water dripping from his long black hair. The thought of dragging my tongue along his chest made me lick my lips.
“Like what you see?”
It was the scotch making me so hot, right? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. “Not bad,” I replied but I sounded breathless even to myself, so much for coming off cool and sophisticated.
He was in front of me before I could say anything else. He pulled me up and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. He looked so freakin’ sexy I had to have him, I needed to touch him all over and feel his hands on me.
“Cyn, yes or no?”
I didn’t need an explanation, it was clear what he was asking. The moment I’d been worried about all evening, but it was a no brainer. “Yes.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he lifted me up and carried me back to his room, sliding the bedroom door shut behind him. He lowered my feet to the floor, his hands moving to my cheeks.
“I want you, all of you. You’re making me fuckin’ crazy, woman.”
I didn’t answer, just pulled his head down so I could kiss the lips I’d been craving. He licked across mine before sliding his tongue in between. He tasted of toothpaste and scotch and I wanted more.
Our tongues danced with each other and I felt him loosen my robe before it dropped to the floor. As his hands slid over my shoulders, he pulled me closer, his erection hard against my stomach. I ground my hips against him, I needed him, more than I’d ever needed anyone and my body didn’t want to wait.
He released my lips and pulled back to look at me. He whistled and his grin was so sexy it could have melted steel. I silently thanked Michelle for making me buy the little piece of black lace that barely covered me. The look in his eyes was worth every dime I’d paid for it.
“You approve?”
“Oh fuck yeah, as long as I’m the only one who sees it.”
Did he really just say that? The thought popped out of my head as quickly as it’d entered. He was touching me again and that’s all I could focus on. He sat me on the edge of the bed, lifting my nightgown he spread my legs. I knew he could smell my desire and see how wet I was for him. How could he not, it was running down the inside of my thighs and I tried to close my legs, but he held them open and moaned as he leaned close to lick up my inner thigh, stopping just before he got to my pussy.
Now I was the one moaning. Watching him was a huge turn on, but feeling the slight roughness of his tongue on my sensitive skin made me wetter. I lifted my hips so he could get closer and spread my legs as far as I could. He looked up from between them and grinned, then, as I watched, he stuck his tongue out and slid it along my pussy lips. Oh. My. God. I thought I was going to come right then. Holy shit, he was so sexy. I couldn’t pull my eyes away as he spread my lips with his fingers and touched his tongue to my hard clit.
Oh God. I shuddered trying to regain control, clenching muscles I didn’t know I had. I wanted to make this last as long as I could, but then he sucked my clit between his teeth and nibbled on it, sliding one finger into my soaked pussy.
There was no holding it back, every muscle tightened and I screamed as I came, gushing my juices all over his hand.
“Fuck, baby, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so overcome by the orgasm. What the hell, I’d never done that before. I didn’t even know it was possible. He didn’t seem to care since he was lapping it up, and when he looked up at me, his face was wet from my juices. Damn it was sexy too.
“Baby, you taste so sweet, I could eat you all day. Who needs food, I’ll live on Cyn.”
I wanted more, selfish I know, but knowing how good the first orgasm was I craved more, I wanted all of him, to taste him, suck him, and fuck him, but most of all I wanted to torture him until he begged me to stop.
His lips came down on mine and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste myself and I knew that’s what he’d meant to happen. It was a sweet tangy flavor, not bad and I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop.
He straddled my hips, sat back on his heels, and looked down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Not as sexy as you are, baby,” I answered, reaching to tug on his hair, trying to pull him back to me. He shook his head and leaned out of my reach. Pouting, I dropped my hands on the bed, gathering the blanket in my clenched fists. I wanted him so much it hurt, didn’t he see it? He wouldn’t give in, only chuckled and dragged one finger down the center of my body, from the base of my neck to the top of my pussy.
“Oh no, not yet, I’ve been dreaming of this for days.” With an evil grin, he flicked the hard peaks of my nipples with his fingertips.
Groaning from the pleasure-pain, I squirmed beneath him. He was moving too slowly, didn’t he realize I was on fire? “C’mon, baby, I need you.”
“You’ll have me, just not yet, lover. I want this to last all night.”
I wanted to growl at him, just thinking about having his cock inside me made more juices run down my legs. I’d never been this wet before. I was helpless to do anything but writhe against him, as he taunted my nipples with squeezes, tweaks, and pinches, I thrust against him and his balls rubbed against my clit. Finally finding some relief for my burning need, I kept rubbing against him.
My head was tilted back and I was so focused on the fire racing along my nerve endings, edging closer and closer to another orgasm, that when his tongue touched one hardened nipple I almost jumped off the bed. “Oh shit. You’re killing me, Trent. Please, baby.”
“It’s all good, just enjoy it,” he said against my skin, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth against it.
“Oh fuck,” I screamed as my orgasm raced through me. My body was so sensitive every touch drove my orgasmic wave higher. When he sucked most of one breast into his mouth and dragged his rough fingertips across the other nipple, I lost it completely. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I thought I was going to pass out.
Chapter Seventeen
Chaos
She was fuckin’ incredible. So responsive, so sexy and she didn’t even realize it. I’d barely touched her and she’d already come twice. I wondered if she’d had a lot of experience, I knew she wasn’t a virgin, I would have felt it when I had my fingers in her, but I didn’t think she’d been with a lot of guys, or maybe it was my wishful thinking. Now that I had her, I didn’t want to share. Fuck. I had it bad…nope not going there tonight. Tonight is all about her—us—and how good we can be together. Tomorrow I’ll worry about the rest of it.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed at me with eyes that looked like perfect emeralds, sparkling in the dim light of the room. “Hi, lover, you okay?” I wondered if she realized she passed out on me.
“Oh yeah,” she said with a smile bright enough to bring sunshine to the darkest parts of my heart, chipping away a little more at the walls I’d put up years ago.
While she was out I’d gotten a couple of water bottles from the fridge, and checked to see if any of the guys were back, but so far we still had the bus to ourselves, which was good, since I planned on making her scream a few more times before morning.
“I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. Are you some kind of magic sex God?”
“Nope, I just listened to your body, lover. Are you thirsty? I got some water.”
“Oh yeah, thanks.” She took the bottle and gulped down the water.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Hey don’t get all shy on me now. We’ve just started tonight.”
Her face was flushed and her hair was all messy and I’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Her skin covered in pink and red marks from my light bites and whiskers rubbing against her. I needed to shave closer, her skin was so sensitive. Although seeing my marks on her was a total rush.
Taking the empty water bottle and tossing it on the floor, I kissed her. Her lips were cold from the water but warmed up quickly as I swept her mouth with my tongue. Her hands twisted in my hair pulling me closer. I loved how she responded, it was honest, she was enjoying herself, not holding back, and not faking it. A man couldn’t ask for more.
I leaned up and kissed each of her eyelids, then kissed across her face to her ear. Nibbling on the lobe, I blew softly into her ear and she shuddered against me. My hands roamed her body, pinching, tweaking, and rubbing. Her skin was so soft, but what surprised me the most was the small tattoo on her hip. It was a little rose with the date 4-16-2014. I was curious about it but now wasn’t the time. I wanted her screaming my name.
Pulling her hands from my hair I kissed each palm and then slowly kissed down her body. I wanted more of her sweet pussy. She exhaled a soft moan as my tongue slid across her sensitive clit. Trailing my tongue around the swollen nub I pinched it softly between my lips, careful not to use my teeth, I wanted her screaming in passion not in pain.
I drew my finger over her drenched lips and got it wet even though she was so wet it wouldn’t have mattered. My finger slid into her pussy easily, and I inserted another. I thrust in and out and continued toying with her clit. I felt the spongy patch and focused on rubbing across it with each thrust.
I loved watching her. She clenched the blanket in her hands and bucked against my mouth as she fought for her climax. So fuckin’ sexy. Her lips were open and her tongue kept darting out to wet them.
Her muscles clenched hard around my fingers, as she started to shake. A few more rubs and she came all over my hand, her hot juices running down my wrist. Holy fuck it was hot.
I reached for my jeans and pulled out the packet I’d shoved in there earlier, hoping we’d end up in my bed. Tearing it open with my teeth, I rolled it onto my hard-on. It was hard like a fuckin’ rock and leaking pre-cum.
Rubbing my cock across her soaked pussy I slowly pushed into her. She leaned up on her elbows and watched as my dick slowly disappeared into her pussy. Fuck yeah. It was so tight and hot and if I wasn’t careful I was going to blow my load. Being hard for almost two days didn’t help. I tried to think of other things, anything to hold it back.
Slowly I moved in and out, she wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me all the way in.
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, baby, you couldn’t pay me to stop now.”
With each thrust the fire built inside. Pulling her up I sat her on my lap so she was riding my cock, controlling the pace, and it gave me better access to her sweet tits.
She rode me hard, much harder than I expected, and I rammed my tongue in her mouth and kissed her with all the pent up passion and anger I’d been holding inside. She pulled on my hair and raked her nails down my back and still it built. I twisted her nipples and she moaned, begging for more.
I tried to hold off, to get her one more orgasm before I blew but she was just too tight.
“Oh fuck. Fuck…Cynda,” I yelled out as I shot my load, the orgasm lasting forever, I could feel my cum pumping out spurts of jism as I held on to her.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I wanted you to come again.”
She smiled at me like an angel. “Trent, you rocked my world, you have nothing to be sorry for at all.” She kissed me, softly, running her tongue along my lips and down my jaw to my neck. For a moment I thought she was going to bite me but she didn’t, just kissed the hollow at the base of my neck.
I reached down and pulled out, making sure I held on to the condom. “Stay here, I’ll get some towels to clean us up. I’m not sure if the guys are back or not.”
As soon as I said �
�guys’ she turned all kinds of red. Fuck. Exactly what I didn’t want to happen. “Hey, it’s okay. They won’t say anything. You have nothing to worry about.”
She nodded but doubt filled her eyes.
“Cynda, seriously, it’s all good. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.”
“Okay, but…”
“I promise, baby. Let me get some towels and we’ll talk okay?”
Nodding, she watched as I slid off the condom and dragged on my jeans. She looked so unsure of herself and I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, but could I really tell her that? I didn’t know what would happen at the end of the two weeks and I didn’t even know if I was capable of making a long term commitment to anyone.
Forcing a smile I didn’t feel, I escaped the room. I had just pulled open the refrigerator door when I heard the bus door slide open. Grabbing a couple of bottles of water, I waited to see who had returned. Fury and Rage came in alone—both of them drunk as skunks and barely making it up the steps. Wrath followed them in and he had a blue haired woman with him, and holy fuck was her hair blue. Then I remembered it was the same woman I’d seen him with earlier at the party. Interesting he’d been with her all night and brought her back with him? I’d have to get the shit from him on it tomorrow.
“Where’s Flame?”
Rage and Fury shrugged their shoulders and dropped into the seats at the table holding their heads.
“Wrath? Do you know where he is?”
“Uh, yeah he took a cab to go stay with Michelle since we didn’t have any shit to do tomorrow.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious? When did he get hooked on one woman?”
“Who the fuck knows, but I’m kinda busy right now, catch ya later,” he said as he squeezed the blue-haired woman he was with. We’d have fun with that tomorrow.
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