Truth & Consequences: The Novel

by Leilani Harvey

  “Okay, great,” Shane spoke.

  Not really, Aneisa responded silently.

  If only Shane knew what havoc his best friend’s presence was causing to his girl’s mental stability and sexual appetite, great would have been the very last expression he would have been mouthing right now.

  “Let me talk to him, please.”

  “Okay, hold on a sec.”

  Happy for the chance to escape the room but nervous that Jayson would let something slip out about their dangerous encounter by the door, Aneisa was a mix of flurried emotions. She turned her head away and held out the phone toward the last direction she had seen Jayson standing in. After a few seconds, the weight of the cordless machine was lifted from her hands and she turned to walk toward the stairs leading up to the second level.

  Pressure caught her by the wrist and Aneisa froze in place. Her breath caught in her throat.

  This cannot be happening to me.

  The touch was electric, stimulating every hedonistic urge in her body, and lulling her rationality into a quiet and subdued sleep. One turn of the head, and piercing eyes held Aneisa captive once more. Without missing one cue or stumbling over one syllable, Aneisa witnessed Jayson play both roles flawlessly, friend to her boyfriend over the phone, potential lust partner to her in person.

  “Hey, bro, what’s up?” he spoke into the phone.

  With the phone pressed to his ear, she watched as Jayson’s mouth formed a sultry kiss that pinned her in place without every actually touching her lips. He angled his face slightly and nodded his blonde head back, casually motioning for her to come back to him; and she obeyed, hesitantly the first two steps, then eagerly the last few until she was standing directly in front of his tall body.

  “Me? Nothin’ much, mostly trying to get use to my first year of medical school at Twin Rivers University Hospital,” Jayson continued, probably answering Shane’s question about how he was and what he had been up to.

  He paused, and Aneisa guessed that Shane had started to speak again. While she stood by watching him pretend to listen to her man’s return comments, Aneisa closed her eyes and panted softly as Jayson moved his hand from her wrist and slowly slid his rough fingers up her arms, now covered in gooseflesh. When he had reached her shoulder, the heavy palms glided down over her collar and then onto the perspiring skin of her chest and finally came to rest at the deep valley between her breasts, still hidden beneath her top. His hand was splayed out so that his thumb was able to flick hard at her erect right nipple and the pinky was able to do the same to her left nipple that was puckering up through the cami top. Aneisa pulled her knees together and pushed down as her panties started to flood with a fresh coating of sticky fluids.

  “Yeah, thanks, man. It’s great to be back home.”

  He paused again. She sucked in a lungful of air when Jayson gripped the front of her shirt and pulled her up against him. While he held the top hem of her spandex shirt in his fist, Jayson moved the phone away from his ear to press his mouth to hers. The forceful entry of his tongue into her waiting mouth made her whimper. He kissed her deep and hard, probing every inch of her mouth with his thick tongue, making her accept his rugged affection, swallowing her lips between his. Aneisa opened up wide to him, allowing his fever to consume her, then he pulled away and she was left empty and anxious for more.

  He put the phone back to his ear.

  “Aneisa?”

  She heard him speak her name and her heart stammered.

  Did Shane hear them kissing? Was he angry?

  “Yeah, she’s being a complete sweetheart,” Jayson winked and Aneisa shivered at the iciness of his eyes.

  Cold blue irises stared her down while Jayson’s hot hand moved over the front of her shirt, surveying the warm flesh of her tits, slowly and meticulously massaging each one in turn, from left to right and then back again before sliding down over her flat belly. Her skin screamed to feel his bare hands covering her. Her fingers flinched, she was one second away from tossing the cami over her head and standing before him, revealing her naked and luscious 34C brown breasts.

  Jayson’s hand dipped down further, diving beneath her stretch pants and panties, and nestled between her thighs. His rough and strangely erotic touch made Aneisa instinctively grabbed two hands full of his black T-shirt. Her legs wobbled, and her grasp on the cotton material was all that was keeping her from buckling to the floor. Flashes of heat were radiating from her stomach and down to her heated pussy.

  “No, actually I just got here not too long ago.”

  He used his long middle finger to press on her swollen clit and Aneisa’s body heaved up. He repeated the action again and again until her stomach knotted, the threat of a spine tingling orgasm dangling just out of reach. The pad of Jayson’s finger stirred her slick button and then he pressed against the delicate tissue again, stroking the little nub into a pulsing frenzy. She clenched her cinnamon thighs around his huge hand and rode the waves of pleasure that the teasing was causing. She pumped hard against his hand, gyrating her hips to make the most of his stimulating act. Over and over again, she rode the delightful upsurge, only mere seconds away from reaching the perfect heights of bliss. Her lower lips flooded, her belly fluttered, release was just over the next peak. Then he stopped.

  “That’s not a bad idea, we should definitely do that. I am kinda’ hungry.”

  While Aneisa clung to him desperately, knees bent, practically on the verge of pleading with him to continue, her soft brown eyes watching him like a kept pet, Jayson pulled his hand away. Up to his lips and over his tongue, he ran his finger, slick and covered in her cunt juices, and then wrapped his mouth over the digit and sucked hard. She nearly fainted as the upwelling of the need for release kept her hanging onto Jayson, wanting him to make her cum again and again.

  “Did you want to talk to her again?”

  Oh, no, please, no.

  What would she say? How would she be able to utter one word to the man whom she supposedly loved while bent on her knees before another man?

  “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll make sure she and I get along until you get here. Later.”

  He clicked the phone off and tossed it onto the couch.

  Jayson used the same finger he had just screwed her with and tilted Aneisa’s chin up.

  Reluctantly, shamefully, she looked up at him. No words could ever excuse the torture of guilt and passion that were running through her like a wildfire.

  “Where were you going?”

  When she couldn’t think of one word to utter, he stooped down so that they were nearly eye level. His finger remained anchored under her chin.

  “Aneisa…answer me.”

  “Away from you.”

  He laughed and she hated herself all the more.

  Shameful. Horny. Both, neither. These were the only clear thoughts, the only feelings that she could filter through the torrent of emotions in her mind.

  “Why is that? You looked like you were enjoying my company a lot a minute ago. Don’t you want to stay and play a little longer?” His voice was a rhythm bass, soothing her into submission.

  She dropped her chin and he raised it again to kiss her again, sucking lightly on her bottom lip. When he was finished, she wanted another round of his passionate treatment.

  “Tell me that you didn’t like it, and I’ll stop right now.”

  The answer was there, hanging at the tip of her tongue, but she was afraid to voice the words.

  “Tell me the truth, Aneisa. Did you like? Do you want more?”

  His questions sounded matter-of-fact, distant, and cold. She could tell that he had been on the hunt for a new one-night lover long before he approached that door. She could have been anyone, any woman, it just so happened that she was the one who crossed his path this time. He was playing her at every turn. Playing her with his gothic good looks, his bad ass, don’t-give-a-shit attitude, playing on her internal conflict regarding her explosive attraction to him, and she was folding at ev
ery hand he laid out on the table.

  “What happened to you?”

  Where had her sweet old friend gone? Why was he mercilessly trying to seduce her into a horrible betrayal of the love of her life?

  Confusion crossed his face. His confident half smile dropped away and then picked up within a heartbeat.

  “But you didn’t even answer my question. You first, sweetheart.”

  He said the word but the way Jayson called her sweetheart was nothing like how Shane used it when he spoke to her. Where Shane spoke to her in loving and adoring tones, Jayson’s domineering stance and spellbinding timbre appealed only the raw sexual energy that she was frantically trying to pull away from.

  Still, the answer refused to leave her lips. Aneisa did her best to hold on to whatever small piece of dignity and self-control she had left for as long as could.

  She could tell Jayson to leave, explain to Shane that she didn’t feel comfortable around him, but that wouldn’t be true. She loved being in Jayson’s presence, he was drawing that long forgotten fetish out of her once more. Not since the experimental years of her late teens, had she ever dared to play these games. She was twenty-three now and had hoped that all of her cravings for domination had been put away in her past. Surprisingly enough, a man whom she would have never likened to be an aggressive lover, was the first man in many years to successfully rekindle that extinguished flame.

  “You do want more…don’t you? I can see it in your pretty brown eyes.”

  She blushed. Could he really see her secret creeping below the surface?

  Jayson leaned forward and stroked his nose over hers. The roman shaped nose teased her playfully and her eyes slipped closed while she enjoyed the sensation. She had always had a fondness, an eager attraction toward Caucasian men, and the sharp angles of their face was one the physical features that appealed to her most.

  “Pretty Aneisa,” he kissed her cheek when he spoke, “you want me to make you speak, don’t you?”

  He knew. And now she would be helpless to resist his urges for her to step into the dark with him. Never once had she ever considered sleeping with another man since she and Shane had decided on living together in an exclusive relationship. He was the man she wanted to marry, to be a faithful wife to, and – up until this chaotic encounter – had been successful in starting to ease her mind into that role. Now, she wasn’t sure how much longer before her tiny barrier of resistance would hold up for.

  His big hand went around the soft tissue of her throat and tipped her head back slightly. The pressure was minimal but the intent was evident.

  “Speak,” he spoke firmly and then bit her bottom lip lightly, his sparkling blue eyes drawing her deeper into his intense control.

  She nodded her head weakly, hesitantly, still trying to hold her resistance in place.

  He kissed her hard and then pushed her back onto the carpeted floor.

  With her back against the floor, she dropped her knees to the side and allowed him to settle his muscular waist within her thighs. He pushed his groin up and pressed the massive bulge over her soft, moist kitten.

  Aneisa moved her arms and tried to twine her fingers in his short and wild blond tresses, but he used his free hand to catch one of hers before she made contact.

  “Not until you’re a good girl,” he said and gyrated the hard cock confined with the denim material so that she could feel the bulky tip pushing into her slippery pussy hole, also confined beneath restrictive clothing.

  “Please,” the word crept through her trembling lips.

  “Please, what? Tell me what you want, pretty Aneisa.”

  “Let me touch you,” she breathed.

  She bucked her hips upward and tried to wrap her legs around him but he pushed back and used his weight to make sure they stayed fixed spread apart.

  “Tell me…what…you want.”

  His hand stroked her throat while he grazed his mouth over hers.

  “I…I…want you.”

  Gone was her power to stop this ravenous, yet deliciously maddening event from happening.

  “Say…‘I want you, Jayson.’”

  “I want you…Jayson.”

  Thoughts of Shane had all but disappeared from her mind, but a flicker of his memory remained, causing her to hesitate at the last word.

  “No,” he nipped at her bottom lip again, “not good enough. Say it like you mean it…say it like you love me.”

  He accentuated the word love like his next breath and the ability for him to continue on depended upon hearing it. Aneisa heard the need there and ached to fill whatever void was hovering in his heart.

  The feel of his heavy body, the force of his words, the yearning to touch him, to run her fingers through his hair, over the hills and valleys of his ripped chest and abs were intoxicating and she moaned out her reply.

  “I want you, Jayson.”

  “Good girl,” he whispered and released the arm that he had been holding away from their bodies.

  She immediately buried all of her fingers deep into his silky blonde hair, down to the scalp and raked her digits through over and over again. A current of lust surged through Aneisa and she clamped down on the back of his head, trying desperately to bring him closer into a passionate kiss.

  “No…I want more,” he pulled his face away slightly, avoiding her intentions by a fraction of an inch.

  How much more could he want? She was giving away every decent part of herself for just a moment of time in his lusty arms.

  “Tell me that I’m the only man for you.”

  He watched her intently, awaiting her response, the sincerity in his face demanding an answer. Aneisa swallowed and sought out a way to maneuver around his request.

  As she contemplated her limited options, Jayson’s nose touched her cheek and stroked the brown skin there. Still holding on lightly to her throat, he kissed her chin, down to the soft curve of her shoulder. While his tongue made lazy circles across the top of her breasts, he used his free hand to pull down her white top and then planted his hot mouth over her puckered brown nipple. He licked at the erect skin and lapped her titty until she had no choice but to squirm beneath his bulky body, the need for release gathering inside the walls of her milky channel again. Her back lifted from the floor, her pussylips quivered, and her legs shook feverishly, an orgasm was about to peak.

  He pulled back and looked down at her, and it would be impossible for her to resist the heartbreak and the urgency in his seductive eyes.

  “Tell me…tell me that I’m the only man for you.”

  Only. The need, the want in his voice reared up again, and again Aneisa was madly desperate to satisfy his longing, to please him.

  Her fingers wrapped themselves around the short corn silk colored spikes and curls covering the crown of his head.

  “You’re the only man for me, Jayson. Make me yours,” she whispered.

  With her burning confession made, he allowed her to encircle him with her smooth brown legs and pull him down into an explosive kiss, then he pulled away again.

  Not enough, her body demanded more, but Jayson refused to give into her craving.

  This time he pulled away from her completely, standing to his feet and walking over to sit on the couch.

  Aneisa lay there with her legs gapped open, abandoned and confused. She watched him walk away but was unsure of what she had done wrong. She had done everything he had asked, even against the nagging of her own good senses.

  The sudden urge to cover herself or run away and put a stop to this madness flooded in Aneisa’s mind while Jayson’s leering blue gaze studied her from his place on the love seat in the living room that she and Shane had shared for more than two years.

  His manly frame moved back against the cushions of the couch. He rested his palms on his knees while he knitted his eyebrows together. He was thinking of something, reminiscing on a recent affair perhaps? From the conflicting mix of happiness and pain splashed across his face, it was hard to tell if
he were reliving a good memory or one that he would rather forget.

  “Take off your clothes,” he spoke evenly, only a tiny hint of masked emotion was present in his voice.

  She closed her legs and moved her body into a sitting position, a spark of sanity trying to peer through the fog in her brain.

  “Jayson…I–,” she spoke low, intending to tell him that none of this should be happening and that neither of them would benefit from carrying this fantasy to its adulterous, yet stimulating, finale.

  “Aneisa…come over to me,” he kept his bass low and held out his hand.

  Though her mind wanted to refuse, her body was already his and she quickly conceded. Standing to her feet, she walked the brief distance and stood before him, placing her much smaller hand into his open palm.

  He looked at her creamy cinnamon hand and then back up at her. His blonde strands were ruffled from her teasing and his eyes pleaded for something…comfort? Affection? Love? A true connection to someone?

  She watched as Jayson stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, carefully stimulating the erogenous zone there, but also noted that he never once closed his palm, a sure sign that he wanted to maintain a certain distance or separation from her. But why? They had already come this far and he had already demanded and received so much genuine affection from her, why wouldn’t he do the same?

  “Aneisa…take off your clothes for me…slowly.”

  How could she say no? This is what she really wanted, wasn’t it? To be controlled, made to do what she was told…maybe even manipulated, just a little? Shane was a wonderful lover, but when she wanted force and passion, he could only be sweet and gentle when they made love; and she was terrified to tell him how she liked to receive bold instructions while fucking.

  She dropped her hand from his and stepped back. She arched one knee up so that one foot was flat on the floor while the other was lifted up on her tiny toes and stood in her most alluring posture. Her hands dragged down the front of her shirt, over her ample and soft bosom, over the plane of her stomach, gliding down her generously curved hips and cascading toward her plump ass. The heat of the moment was taking over.