Anything For Us

by Lola StVil

  “Not right now.”

  “New client?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “Don’t tell me you have a date with your girl tonight. That would mean that you didn’t break up with her. Wow, Banshee, I’m a little proud of you. What’s her name again?”

  “Her name was June. And no, we don’t have a date tonight. We broke up.”

  I roll my eyes and try to prepare for the latest asinine reason Banshee has for leaving a woman. He looks up and sees me waiting with my arms crossed over my chest.

  “I didn’t want to break things off, but I had no choice; the direction of the toilet paper roll is always over, never under. We live in a society of laws!” he snaps. I suppress my laughter because I know he wouldn’t appreciate it.

  “Fine, I’m sure yet another woman will come along. But if you aren’t working on a case or with your girl, where are you going that’s so damn important?”

  “Book club.”

  That’s another thing about Banshee—he has book club once a month with my mother. The two of them have this odd friendship that no one in the family can understand.

  “Fine, I’ll be quick so you can get to book club. I need you to follow someone for me,” I reply as I show him a picture of Tyler. I explain as much as I can about the situation.

  “Why don’t you just tell the kid what really happened?” he asks.

  “What makes you think what’s in the report is not what really happened?”

  “You don’t miss. I know that much. I work with your brother; I know the same goes for him. So if you shot that Hank guy, you meant to shoot him. You wanna tell me why you shot him?”

  “No, Banshee, I don’t. What I want is for you to watch over this kid and let me know if he’s about to do something stupid. Can you do that?”

  Banshee agrees to take on the case and make sure Tyler isn’t getting into any more trouble. I walk back towards my car, and he calls out to me, “Hey, call your mother, she worries.”

  I shake my head and drive off. I’m still not sure if this will solve my issues with Tyler, but it’s a step in the right direction. Now that Banshee is on his tail, I will be ahead of him and whatever crazy thing he decides to do next.

  I put Tyler out of my head and focus on this evening. I’m off tonight, and after the hectic week both Sky and I have had, I’m looking forward to seeing her. She invited me to come with her to some fancy gala being thrown by high-profile donors who give large amounts of money to her school. I wish like hell we didn’t have to go. I’d love a simple meal on the roof with her and then bed—God, I’d love to just go to bed with her. My cock hardens, and my heart starts pounding in my chest.

  Hey, dickhead, she’s still dealing with revealing her past to you. How about you give the woman some time?

  Yeah, I know. And I am trying. But it’s hard—literally. Every time I see her, I fucking ache to be inside her. We kiss, but that’s about it. I do that because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. And I would hate to think I pushed her into something she’s not ready to make happen.

  After telling me about her daughter, she was somewhat skittish around me. I get it. It’s hard to be so open with someone and deal with what comes next. I’m guessing she thought that I would judge her. And although I didn’t, it still took some time for her to trust that she was safe with me.

  She suggested since I live ten minutes from the gala, she would come over and we’d go there together. Before I make my way to the shower, I take a quick look at the newest addition to my wall; it makes me smile. Sky had an artist friend of hers render a colorful sketch of the fort from a snapshot she took. It’s now my favorite thing in the house.

  It doesn’t take me long to get ready. I hate suits and all that shit, but if we don’t go to some fancy party at least once a year, all hell breaks loose in the Hunter family. We tease my mom about her gala and her fancy parties, but no one can get money out of stuffy rich people like she can. She’s raised so much money for deserving charities, we all just suck it up and go.

  I’ve just finished getting dressed when someone knocks on the door. I walk over and open it for Sky.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter. She’s fucking stunning. Her hair is in an elegant upsweep. She’s wearing a long, flowing, red silk dress with a high split. I can’t help but note that the straps of her dress would fall away with a slight tug…

  Christ.

  I remind myself to behave as she enters. I close the door behind her and stand there, just for a moment, to look at her from behind.

  “Goddamn…”

  “What did you say?” she asks as she turns towards me.

  “Nothing, just that you look…wow. That’s it. You look fucking wow.”

  She beams. “I rarely get the chance to dress up, and I thought why not? This is as good a time as any, right?”

  I can’t reply because her curves are talking to me and I love everything they have to say. She looks me over and grins. “I didn’t think anyone could look that good in a suit. Agent Hunter, we’re gonna have to find a reason for you to dress up more often,” she says as she rakes her eyes over my body.

  I place my hand on her lower back and guide her towards my lips. A growl escapes from deep inside me, and she pulls back.

  “You’re gonna mess up my makeup, and if we don’t leave now we’re going to be late,” she warns. She tries to sound firm, but I can tell she doesn’t mean any of it.

  “So I shouldn’t kiss you again?” I ask.

  “Well, maybe a small one,” she says.

  Fuck that. I pull her in and hungrily possess her mouth. She presses her body into mine and places her hands against my chest. I slide my hands down her back and cup her firm ass. If my cell didn’t go off, I don’t know that I would have stopped. I look at the screen. “Fuck, I gotta take this call—it’s work. Be right back.”

  I take the call in the kitchen and am relieved that it’s nothing urgent. I just need to hand in some paperwork and sign a few forms. When I return, Sky looks a little anxious.

  “So, do you have to go?” she asks.

  “No babe, I’m all yours,” I reply. She smiles back; she was just as worried as I was that we’d have to cancel.

  “I know we have to go, but before we do, I got you a little something,” I tell her as I go into the bedroom. I take out the small ring-size box I’ve kept hidden for the past few days. I walk out into the living room and hold out the box. She makes no attempt to reach for it.

  “That is not ‘a little something.’ That looks pretty major,” she says, beside herself.

  Her eyes are wide with shock and alarm. God, she is as adorable as she is frustrating. Why can’t she just reach out and take the damn box?

  “How do you know it’s not just a little thing?” I ask.

  “Um…maybe because it’s in a Cartier box.”

  “Sky, take it.”

  “I can’t. You’ve already given me so much. In case you forgot, you saved my life.”

  “Damn it, woman, when are you going to realize you saved me too?” I counter, growing impatient. She looks down at the red leather box and then back up at me. I address her again but soften my tone. “Baby, I want you to have this.”

  She finally reaches out and takes the box. When she opens it, her mouth drops and tears immediately spring to her eyes. It’s a platinum necklace with an apple-shaped pendant made of rubies.

  “Sky, I know that losing Apple hurt you. And it’s a pain that won’t ever disappear completely. But I wanted you to know that while other people forget her…we won’t.”

  She studies the pendant and runs her hands over it. She places it on the table and looks back at me as if this is the first time she’s seeing me. The tears spill from her eyes and down her face. My chest tightens. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe the chain will only cause her more pain.

  “Baby, are you okay?”

  “I need you to do something for me.”

  “Anything.”

  “Tak
e my clothes off…”

  My fucking heart is about to burst from my chest. Everything about her is turning me on right now: her perfectly manicured toes peeking through her heels, her shapely legs, and her smooth thighs. She torments me, choosing a dress that highlights all her curves and features. Yet the thing that’s making me lose my damn mind is the look in her eyes. Her gaze is dark with lust and desire. She needs me to take her clothes off, and every second I delay is killing her. I can’t lie, that shit is killing me too, but I will not rush this. I’ve waited too long to make her mine.

  I reach out and touch the side of her face; she closes her eyes and leans into my palm. I glide my thumb across her soft lips, and her eyes light up with yearning. I kneel down before her and slip off her heels. My hands move slowly past her knees and up to her exposed thighs. Then I make my way inside the split of her dress. I feel the slight dip between her thighs. There’s a silky barrier between my hand and her sex—her panties.

  I could reach inside that soft fabric and dive into her core. I know she wants it. The center panel is damp already. But instead, I take the long way around. I slide her panties down her legs. She steps out of them. I bring the soft material to my face and inhale her intoxicating feminine scent.

  Christ, I need to get inside her.

  I stand up, reach around, and unzip her. Her dress falls to the floor. My hands skim across the edge of her black silk bra. Knowing that I’m just one tug away from seeing her trembling flesh makes me even harder than I was. I reach around her back and unhook her bra with one finger; that surprised her. It amuses me that she thinks I’d have trouble with such an elementary thing.

  “Baby, you’re so goddam beautiful,” I whisper as I take her in. I knew she’d look sexy as fuck naked but not like this. Nothing prepared me for this.

  I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve this, but thank you, God.

  I hold her face in my hands and kiss her. Our tongues dance and tease each other in an erotic dance that makes pulling away fucking impossible. Yet I find the strength to step back because I don’t just want her lips, I want all of her. And I’m damn well gonna have it.

  My tongue trails down from the nape of her neck and to the slopes of her breasts. I knead her mounds with my fingers and my mouth. Desire grips me as I lick under her breasts and make circles on the outer edge of her areola but no matter how much of her I suckle on, I never make contact with her nipples. My lips graze near them, my tongue flicks towards them, and my mouth sucks just above them. But I never touch her nipples.

  Being denied my attention makes her nipples go from firm to stone hard. They beg for my touch as she arches her back, but I don’t give in, not yet. She whimpers when I skim my tongue away from her chest and down her body. I kneel down and place myself at eye level to the V in her thighs. She inhales deeply when I part her legs and glide my tongue along the inside of her thigh. Her fingers twitch, and she sighs. The closer I get to her center the choppier her breathing gets. I nuzzle the cleft between her thighs, but I don’t go in. I use my fingers and lips to travel the sensitive trails that lead to her core but never, ever touch her clit. She places her hands in my hair and grabs a fistful as longing takes over her body. Her eyes beg for my lips to make contact with her most sensitive point. But while I kiss the outside of her folds, I won’t dive deeper.

  “Please,” she begs as her body shakes with need. I can’t take it anymore; she tastes too good, feels too good for me to stay away. No more games. I stand up and throw her over my shoulder. I damn near kick down the bedroom door as I enter and place her on the bed. I place her flat on her back and quickly remove my shirt.

  I start to undo my belt; she bolts upright and stops me—signaling that’s her job. She unbuckles me, and I’m free of my clothes—all except my dark boxer briefs. She eyes the outline of my hard cock and swallows hard. She eyes it with such need; I’m getting even harder before she touches it.

  When she reaches out and glides her fingers along the outline of my length, it’s all I can do not to growl like a fucking animal. She pulls down on the waistband and my cock springs free. Her pupils dilate with lust. She bites her lower lip in anticipation and licks the rim of my head; my fucking world spins.

  Her tongue slides along my dick and does the impossible—makes me even harder than I already was. She flattens her tongue and slips it between my balls. She then gently takes them in her warm mouth. I groan as the sensation spreads through me. I latch on to her shoulders, forced to lean forward as her mouth sends me into an erotic abyss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Suddenly, she pulls away and repositions herself so that she’s flat on her back, looking at me upside down. She then opens her mouth wide and ready for my cock.

  Christ.

  I give her what she wants—what we both want. I feed my dick to her, and she takes me in. The suction caused by her mouth combines with the sparks created by her fingers massaging my balls to ensure I’m about to come harder than I have ever come in my life. But I can’t give in without taking care of my woman first.

  I reach out and give her what I denied her earlier. I play with her nipples until she’s moaning and whimpering even with my dick in her mouth. The sounds are erotic as hell. I look down at her body and her exposed pussy calls to me. There’s no reason we can’t both feast. I slide onto the bed, careful not to lose the connection between my cock and her magical mouth. We position ourselves so that we are now in a perfectly aligned “69.”

  She’s moving her mouth, tongue, and fingers in an erotic rhythm that brings me so close to the brink, it takes all my fucking strength not to fall over the edge. My tongue dives into the slick folds of her soaking wet pussy.

  She’s writhing underneath me, trying to get away from the sensation of my mouth on her. But I won’t allow that to happen. I’m thirsty, and I want every drop she can give me. I grab her ankles and pin her in place. I lick along the walls of her opening and work my way to her center. I graze along the side of her clit, above it, and around it.

  Desperate for me to make contact with her tip, she thrusts her hips up towards my mouth. I give my baby what she wants. I kiss her clit over and over until the ache building between her legs is too much to take in. She tries to squeeze her thighs together to manage the ecstasy surging through her. But I can’t bear to have her legs closed; I’m not done. I need more. I need all of her. So, the harder she tries to manage her lust, the harder I suck on her pussy.

  She digs her nails into my back as she tries to break free of my hold. But no matter how strong the ecstasy surging through her is, she never lets go of my cock. That’s why I’m about to fucking lose it. Knowing I’m only moments away from coming, I use the tip of my tongue to ensnare her clit and send her over the edge. Her juices flood her sex, and her body jerks uncontrollably, causing her to lose connection with my cock. I greedily lap up her juices as she cries out. She’s like a live wire right now. I lick from the top of her pussy all the way down, repeatedly, until she calls out, “Cashohmygod, please. Please.”

  Hearing her call out my name is almost as good as having her lips on my cock. I reposition her so that her head is where her legs once were. She moans in dismay when I take away her mouth’s easy access to my dick. I growl and cup her face in my hand.

  “One more lick, baby, and I’m gonna come,” I warn her.

  “I want you to come. I want to taste you on my lips, down my throat...”

  Shit.

  “No baby, I want to come inside you,” I reply as I part her legs. Her pussy calls to me like a fucking siren. I’m so dizzy with lust; I don’t remember how to breathe, or how to think. The only thing I know is that I need to get inside her pussy, now. I look down at her as she lies under me, primed and ready. “God, Skylar, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

  She beams and lifts her head up to meet my mouth; she kisses me fervently. And within minutes, we’re entangled in a whirlwind of passion. I can’t hold it back anymore; I want her so bad, I’m fucking scared of how
far I will go. I place the tip of my cock along her opening; it’s tight. No, it’s fucking sealed shut. I look at her with suspicion. I don’t need to ask.

  “Three years,” she says, avoiding eye contact. “It’s been three years since I was with anyone.”

  Damn.

  “Okay,” I reply out loud, licking my lips. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I warn her.

  “I’m okay with a little pain.”

  “Hmmm, good to know,” I reply. We exchange dirty smirks. I run my thumb across her lower lip. She sucks on it, and that’s all I need to get me going again. I claim her mouth and lightly tug on her lower lip. I slide my hand between her legs and rub on her clit. She’s wet all over again.

  God knows I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m so fucking hard if I don’t release I’m gonna lose my mind. I go for her lips again and just when she’s lost in the frenzy of our kisses, I embed my cock deep inside her. She cries out and latches on to my forearms. “I want to give your body time to adjust to me, but shit, it feels too good. I gotta move, baby,” I beg. She looks up and nods as she swallows hard. I pull out of her almost completely and then insert myself back in.

  Shit! How the fuck did I stay away from her pussy this long?

  She’s tight, wet, and warm. Every fucking thing I need in the world is right there, between her legs. I go deep inside her again and again, until she is past the pain and raising her hips to meet my thrusts. Every time I go inside her I find yet a new sensation, each one better than the last. She clings to me as I go even deeper inside her. We’re gripped in a torrent of passion that won’t allow us to reason or take in air.

  “CASH!” She cries out in a choppy, jagged voice as she digs her nails deep into my flesh. She breaks the surface, and little specks of red appear where she scratched me. I don’t feel the scrape on my skin, all I feel is the mind-blowing sensation of her tight walls closing around my cock as they milks me. She’s about to come, and I’m not far behind; every thrust sends us closer and closer to the edge—shit.

  She wraps her legs tightly around my waist and puts her arms around my neck. And without warning, she shocks me by flipping us over so that she’s on top. She places one hand on the wall to balance herself, and then the woman I thought needed time to adjust to my dick rides the shit out of me.