Death Blooms

by Yolanda Olson

  Penn’s mouth is wrapped around my dick again and it’s taking everything I have not to grab the back of his head and throat fuck him. The man of my dreams is on his knees in front of me and I’m a fucking wreck trying to control the primal urge to knock him onto his back and gag him viciously with my cock.

  But as quickly as he’s back to sucking me off again, he’s done. Penn pushes my body away and gets to his feet, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. I can see his lips glistening with what he managed to take from me on his lips and when he kisses me again with such fucking earnest, I can taste myself.

  “My turn,” he says, reaching down and unzipping his jeans.

  I reach down and push them to the middle of his thighs and drop to my knees. I want him to force his cock into my mouth, I want him to make me take all of it and I want him to cum in my throat. I want to feel his juices sliding down into my body and let it plant a seed that no one will ever be able to take from me.

  “Show me what I’ve been missing,” he says, licking his lips and putting his hands on his hips, but the moment I reach in and pull his dick through the fly of boxers, he pushes me roughly away.

  “What the fuck?” I ask, looking up at him in confusion.

  “Come on—you’re a tough guy, you can take a little roughhousing,” he teases with a half smile.

  I shake my head and laugh as I reach for his dick again, but Penn pushes me away like he did before and reaches down for himself.

  “Open your mouth,” he commands softly, and I do as I’m told. I kneel in front of him, my mouth open and watering at how close he has the head of his dick to my lips, yet he doesn’t let me taste. Not right away, instead he begins to tug on his dick while I watch, moans of pleasure escaping him from time to time. When his breathing becomes labored, when his hand begins to move faster, I finally understand what he’s going to do.

  “Do you want it?” he asks between labored breaths.

  “I need it,” I reply as quickly as I can, opening my mouth again, and using the tip of my tongue to lick him gently. Penn moves his hand faster and lets out a low chuckle at my boldness. The game he’s playing right now is that I can’t touch him unless he tells me to, but there’s only so much temptation I can take before I act out, and he seems okay with it.

  Penn gets so fucking close, almost to the point of cumming, when he stops and grunts.

  “Nah. I’d rather not—not this time, anyway,” he says with a wicked grin. I raise an eyebrow at him, feeling absolutely betrayed that he won’t let me taste his seed even though he knows how badly I’m craving it.

  He leans down and kisses me viciously, grabbing a handful of my hair in a tight fist, before he pulls away and places his forehead against mine.

  “Get on the bed, Gray.”

  A genuine grin creases my lips as I do as I’m told. I move all the way back against the headboard and slide down onto my back, getting as comfortable as I can while I wait for Penn.

  “You know, I gotta tell you,” he says, leaning down to pick up his pants. He bites his lip as he fishes around for something then drops them again when he finds what he wanted. “This is fucking crazy.” He brings the square foil to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper to the side. “But I should probably tell you, that if I end up enjoying this—and I have a feeling that I will, I can be rather insatiable. Think you can handle it?”

  He punctuates his question by sliding the rubber onto his hard cock then climbing on the bed, hovering just above me. He purses his lips for a moment, then tilts his head to the side.

  “How many guys have you been with?” he asks curiously.

  “A couple,” I lie.

  This isn’t the time to tell him that the major reason I felt so damn bad for Julie is because before I found my calling as an artist, I supplemented my income by fucking old men for money.

  “Liar,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing me gently. When he pulls away from me, he grins again, then reaches down for his cock. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and gently begins to push into me.

  It burns and that’s new to me. I’m never the one that gets fucked, I’m usually the one doing the fucking, but if this is how he wants me, then goddammit, I’ll submit to it.

  I grunt and grit my teeth as he fills my hole then begins to gently thrust his hips.

  “Oh my God,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I let out a moan and arch my back as Penn begins to thrust a little faster and reach down for my cock. I begin to jerk off while he thrusts his hips, but he pulls my hand away, replacing it with his own.

  I’ve never felt anything like this before and I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance again, but everything feels the way it should.

  He grunts as he pushes harder and just when I think I can take it anymore, he mercifully pulls out of me. But the mercy is short lived as he commands me to get on my stomach.

  I do it with an eagerness I never knew I could feel and as he puts a hand on either one of my hips, I take a deep breath and grit my teeth while he slides back into me again.

  Penn slaps my ass and I grunt in response. He leans forward and takes a fistful of my hair again, arching me back toward him, then kisses my neck, running his teeth along my skin.

  “Fuck,” he groans into my ear before he shoves me forward again and keeps fucking.

  Violently.

  Viciously.

  Like it’s everything he never knew he needed, but I did.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I say through grit teeth. Penn reaches under my body and begins to tug on my dick again, while he rams into my ass. He knows he’s the reason, and he wants me to know it too.

  A few more thrusts, a few more tugs, and I make a mess all over my bed sheets, a loud, euphoric moan escaping me. Penn laughs as I fall forward, and he pulls out of me again.

  “That didn’t take very long,” he teases, as he lies down next to me.

  “Sorry.”

  “For fuck’s sake, Gray,” he sighs.

  I look at him, trying to even my breathing again, and grin. “Old habits. Did you finish, or do you need me to finish you off?”

  Penn laughs as he reaches down and pulls the rubber off of his half flaccid dick. “I finished almost as soon as I started fucking you,” he confesses sheepishly.

  “Then why didn’t you stop?” I ask handing him some tissues from the box next to my bed.

  “What kind of fuck would I be if I didn’t make sure that you got happy ending too?” he asks with a sly smile.

  I let out a low chuckle as I reach for more tissues to clean myself up then hold my hand out for his. I toss them into the garbage can under the nightstand and let out a satisfied sigh.

  Maybe things are better than I thought they were and I just couldn’t see it. As Penn leans down and grabs the blanket, pulling it up around us, I fold an arm behind my head and grin nervously as he drapes an arm across my waist and yawns.

  Maybe this doesn’t have to end the way I thought it does.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I wake up the next morning, a smile on my face and feeling like more of a man than I have in years. Last night was the most amazing experience of my life and I know damn well that nothing will ever come close to topping it. I stretch my arms over my head and yawn, turning my head to the side and become confused when I see the space next to me on the bed is empty.

  What the fuck?

  I prop myself up on my elbows and swallow the sigh of relief when I see Penn sitting at the very edge of the bed, hunched over, preoccupied with—to be quite honest, I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel better knowing that he didn’t take off like I initially thought.

  “Morning,” I say to him softly.

  “Hey,” he replies, still hunched over, and offering me a quick glance over his shoulder.

  I shake my head and drop onto my back, running my hands over my face, and sigh loudly. Maybe last night didn’t mean as much to hi
m as it did to me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s having second thoughts about it.

  “Buyer’s remorse?” I ask, my voice muffled by my hands still on my face.

  “Huh?” he asks.

  “Nothing,” I reply glumly. I push the sheet off of my naked body and sit up, as I glance around the floor for my sweatpants.

  “If you’re talking about last night, the answer is no. Fuck no. I’m actually kinda hoping we can do that again sometime,” he states with a chuckle, his back still turned to me. The paleness of the color of his skin—the absolute flawlessness of the surface, with the exception of the scratches I left on his back, makes me want to touch him again. Just to feel how soft he is one more time before he gets out of my bed.

  “Got it!” he says triumphantly, casting me a grin over his shoulder.

  “What were you doing?” I ask curiously, craning my neck to see if I can figure out what had him so damn preoccupied.

  “Hang nail. I hate those,” he replies, holding out the palm of his hand to show me. The proud look on his face almost reminds me of how Aiden looks when she wins a fight, but this is different. He fought with himself to destroy a piece that no longer quiet fit and I can relate to that more than to fighting someone for the cash and glory of it all.

  I smile at him, then look back down on the floor again, finally locating my sweatpants. I extend my leg and drag them over with my foot, before I reach down and shimmy them on, Penn’s gaze is on me the entire time. I can feel his eyes on me the way one can feel the ripple of a tide gently rolling against the skin. It has the same cool and calming effect if he doesn’t know it yet.

  I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror above the sink. I’ve done something I once thought was the most impossible and absolutely fucking unattainable—I’ve spent a night with Penn Harris and I can’t wait to tell Aiden all about it.

  She’s going to be so damn proud of me, I think with a chuckle as I turn on the faucet and splash some warm water onto my face. The sudden sound of the toilet lid being snapped upright makes me jump and I end up choking on some of the water.

  “Sorry,” Penn says with a laugh. I reach for a hand towel that sits on the rack above the hamper and give him a dirty look before I dry my face. “What? I thought you heard me come in.”

  He clears his throat and begins to piss into the toilet. I’m actually kind of taken aback by it; not because it bothers me in the sense of manners, but because he’s willing to do something so personal that damn freely in front of me. He must feel my eyes on him because he slowly turns toward me and arches his eyebrows.

  “Does this bother you?” he asks curiously.

  “No. I just … never had anyone, you know … uh …”

  “Take a leak when you’re around?” he finishes with a laugh. “Sorry, but when I have to go, I don’t care if it’s the Pope standing next to me,” Penn shrugs. “Though I do need that sink now.”

  He takes a step toward me after he flushes the toilet and uses his hip to gently nudge me out of the way so he can wash his hands. I watch him for a few seconds before I sigh and walk out of the bathroom. Not because I’m still trying to wrap my head around him peeing in front of, but because I hear the unmistakable “knocking” of Aiden James at the door.

  “Do you want me to sneak out before you let her in?” Penn calls out to me quietly. He’s standing just inside the bathroom door and half of his body is hidden in the room. I take him in again for a moment—the length of his limbs, the frailty of his body, the white of his skin and almost feel like fainting from being so overcome with his fucking beauty. His eyes are so wide with innocence right now and I know he’s only asking because he doesn’t want Aiden to make me feel uncomfortable by asking me a thousand and one questions about why he’s here.

  “No,” I reply, shaking my head slowly. “But maybe get dressed?”

  Penn grins and slaps the bathroom door happily as he turns off the light then makes his way quickly back to my bedroom. Once he’s out of sight, I walk the rest of the way to the door and pull it open.

  “You have got to learn a different way of knocking, kid,” I tell her, shaking my head and leaning against the door frame.

  “Well how else would you know it’s me?” she quips, sticking her tongue out at me.

  I smile.

  Aiden smiles.

  Silence.

  “Do I get to come in or is there a special password to get in now?” she asks in exasperation.

  I suck my teeth and chuckle, stepping back to let her in. Aiden gives me a curious look as she steps past me and raises an eyebrow.

  “Whatcha hiding from me, Gray?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Liar. I can tell you’re lying. Your damn upper lip always twitches when you lie,” she states, putting her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes.

  “What are you doing here?” Penn asks, stepping into the room. He raises an apple to his luscious lips and as he bites into it, I can see the flow of juice running down his chin. His steals a glance at me, giving me a subtle wink, as he licks it away then turns his attention back to Aiden. He’s dressed in the same clothes he came in last night and they’re so wrinkled from me tearing at them that he looks like he’s been pushed through a dryer.

  “Whoa! What are you doing here?” she shoots back at him, looking from me to Penn, then back again.

  “My place is being fumigated today. Remember? I told you,” he says casually as he takes another bite of the apple.

  “Where’d you sleep last night?” she asks, her eyes narrowing again.

  “Here, obviously. Gray let me crash for the night.”

  “Yeah, but where exactly?” she presses.

  “That’s none of your fucking business, is it?” he asks, his lips curving into the same dangerous grin that he seduced me with last night. “Where did you sleep?” he counters.

  She takes a step back. It’s almost as if he moved her with his tone and the fact that he doesn’t want her asking questions she knows she’ll more than likely get answers to at some point. Maybe he’s just embarrassed about what happened between us last night. Maybe he had a moment of weakness and he regrets it now.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

  “Calm down,” she says, holding up her hands. “I just didn’t expect to see you here, is all.”

  “Likewise. What do you want?” he asks evenly, crossing one of his arms over his chest and staring at her. Crunch. Another lick of the lips, another glance in my direction, another flutter in my heart.

  Aiden rolls her eyes at me, then shakes her head, “I don’t need a reason to come see my best friend.”

  “Can you two stop bickering? I haven’t had any coffee yet so I can’t join in on the fun,” I intercede dryly as I turn away from them and head to the kitchen. Penn chuckles as he falls into step beside me, Aiden following close behind.

  “I’ll get it started. I’ll make some breakfast too,” Penn offers as he picks up his pace and passes me.

  “Thanks,” I call out to him. He nods, without looking back and when I stop walking, Aiden bumps into my back.

  “What’s up, kid?” I ask her curiously. “I told you I’d come by later.”

  “Did you guys do it?” she asks me with a childlike giddiness flashing in her eyes. She looks so hopeful that I might answer her the way she wants me to, or answer her at all, that I’m afraid she’s going to fall over from all of her excitement.

  I roll my eyes and sigh, “Why didn’t you wait for me to come over?”

  I decide to side-step her question, not because I’m not dying to answer it, but because I feel like it would be an invasion of Penn’s privacy.

  “Fine,” she says with a pout. I smile down at her and put an arm around her shoulder, leading her into the kitchen where Penn is already busy at the stove. He glances over at us when we walk in and smiles, then turns his attention back to his task.

  “Anyway, I know you said you were coming over
later, but I wanna see what the hell you made out of an impression of my teeth.”

  “Did you get a haircut?” Penn asks suddenly. His face is scrunched up and I can’t tell if it’s curiosity or if he’s not impressed with the job I did on her head.

  “I sure did. Gray gave me a new ‘do. Like it?” she asks, primping her shorter hairstyle. I shaved the sides almost down to the skin and cut the top down enough where she can push it back but not be at a disadvantage of it getting into her eyes when she fights Max again.

  “It’s not bad,” he finally says with a shrug. Aiden makes a face at him and he turns his back to us again.

  “What’s his fucking problem?” she asks me quietly.

  I shrug and walk over to the coffee machine. I’m not in the mood for much right now except for a nice, piping hot cup of java.

  “Want one?” I ask Aiden, who nods. “How about you?” I ask, nudging Penn. He glances at me from the corner of his eye and winks again, making me blush.

  “Sure. Thanks.”

  I hand Aiden a mug full of coffee and then slide the next one toward Penn, before picking mine up and walking to the living room. She takes the hint and follows me; sitting on the end of the couch I’ve settled onto. She curls her legs up underneath her and waits for some kind of juicy gossip, but my lips are sealed for now.

  “Does this mean I don’t have to swing by your place later?” I tease as I take a sip of my coffee.

  Aiden rolls her eyes and laughs, “I mean if you don’t want to help me train, that’s fine. You know I’m more than capable of doing it myself, Gray.”

  I shake my head and set my mug down on the floor next to me, giving her a disapproving look. She knows that I won’t let her go into any fight alone, let alone one of this magnitude. Both of these maniacs are going to be attempting to redeem themselves, and I want this little shit to make it out in one piece.

  “Keep that up and you’re next and last fight is going to be with me,” I say tossing a small pillow at her. Aiden grins as it flies past her head and then takes a sip from her mug.

  “Are you gonna show me that thing you made or not?” she asks curiously.