by Scott Wylder
The same black plush carpeting covered the apartment in the same fashion as the downstairs carpeting. The walls were the same deep maroon color and were also devoid of decorations. The furniture was all black leather and cushioned.
The coffee table and matching end tables were novel and unique. Two pistons welded together by the ring side formed each leg and there were four legs. A black chain crisscrossed under the center of the glass forming an X. The end of each chain had been welded to a piston. The overall look was chic and she liked it very much.
A dark wood desk sat in a corner with a laptop open but turned off. The desk lamp’s shade was imprinted with the word Chevrolet and she was sure it was an original Chevrolet valve cover. Also unique and novel.
“Have a seat and I’ll grab us a couple of beers. The TV remote is on one of the tables, I think.” Daric disappeared into a small room off the side of the living room and Tavia supposed that was the kitchen.
“Anything you want to watch this early in the day?” She searched out the remote and clicked the set on.
“Not particularly. Thought it might help you relax into the mood, though.” He reappeared, shirtless and without his shoes. “Was I wrong?” He handed her a beer and sat heavily on the cushion beside her.
“Yep. I don’t watch a lot of TV. I prefer music to television any day.” She took the beer. “Thank you. And thank you for thinking of my comfort.” She laughed.
“You’re welcome. What’s funny about it?”
She clicked the set off and turned sideways on the couch to look him over. “Nothing, really. I think I got a little contact buzz from the street earlier.”
“Oh. Well, that’s not a totally bad thing, is it?” His expression was changing as he set his beer on the table and turned to face her.
The heat level was not inching up in his expression; rather, it leaped up by twenty degrees. It was so sudden that it caught Tavia off guard. Apparently, Daric Miles wasn’t up for a lot of foreplay. He was going to be an all-business sort of guy.
Tavia could appreciate that, too. She didn’t fancy a lot of beating around the bush and exhibitions that a lot of women expect. She found them far from being an honest representation of a man’s true intentions. Always. Rarely were they an honest representation of a woman’s intentions, either.
Chapter 4
Tavia gasped as Daric reached for her free hand and simultaneously took the beer from her other. Setting the beer noisily by his, he put her hand on his crotch and flicked his tongue out and over her parted lips.
Moaning low, he pressed her hand onto him and rotated his hips upward and then in a little circular motion. He was hard already. Tavia took over and began caressing him and answering his flirty kiss with her own.
Before she could shift to a more comfortable position, Daric had a hand up the front of her shirt and was teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger, expertly making her moan, arch toward him, and making both her nipples stand erect, begging for attention.
“Are you sure you don’t want to back out? When the clothes are gone, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve had my fill of you, Tavia.”
His breath was ragged and hot against her neck and chest as he nibbled his way downward.
“I’m sure I want you to get your fill before you stop. And don’t be gentle Ben, either. Own me if you’re going to; don’t tease me, just please me.” Tavia arched toward him again.
Daric roughly pulled her shirt over her head and before it hit the floor, he had undone her bra and it landed with the shirt. They stood in tandem and tugged at each others’ pants until they were in a pile in front of the couch.
Pulling her to him, crushing her breasts against his perfect chest, Daric grabbed her by the ass and hauled her up until she was straddling his erection. He nibbled at her breasts as he walked out of the living room with her and into the bedroom. Not bothering to flip on the light, he made his way toward the bed.
Tavia had her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head to her breasts, pleading for him to continue with her tiny moans and vocalizations of pleasure. Her light contact buzz had worn completely off and she was glad. She liked relishing his every movement against her naked body.
Letting her slide down his lower belly, Daric moaned and sighed as her weight pressed her slit over the head of his member.
Drawing in breath, sharply at the contact, Tavia moaned and wiggled her hips until her hot wetness enveloped more of his throbbing cock. She rotated her hips provocatively and slowly as she tongued his ear.
Suddenly, his body tensed under her and he thrust upward, penetrating her to the core. She yelped with pleasure, throwing her head back, and locking her fingers behind his neck.
Finally, Daric placed her on the edge of the bed, still joined with her, and locked a hand over each of her shoulders as he pounded her to multiple orgasms in the sensual cool darkness of his anonymous bedroom.
The final orgasm came with a scream and she left several scratch marks from his shoulder blades to his sides as she arched and convulsed uncontrollably. Soon as she was done, he pulled back, remaining inside her, and flipped her over to continue fucking her doggy style until his member swelled to immense size inside her and caused her to squeal and wiggle with delight.
Pulling out at the moment of his climax, Daric trembled and spurted his hot come over her buttocks and back.
Tavia collapsed onto her stomach, breathing hard, and her heart thumping so hard that it moved her body against the thick coverlet underneath her sweating body.
Daric flopped onto the bed on his side, facing her, one arm draped over her shoulder, fingers caressing her neck.
They lay there in silence, slowing their breathing for the next several minutes. Tavia was quite happy to remain on her stomach, but Daric moved off the bed.
“I’ll get a towel and clean you up. That was awesome, Tavia. I’ve wanted that for a long time now.” He disappeared into the bathroom and re-emerged with a hand towel. “You exceeded any and every expectation that I had about sex with you.” Gently he wiped his spill off her completely and then disappeared into the bathroom again.
Rolling to her back, Tavia watched him come back to the bed with mixed emotions in her heart. “You’ve wanted to do that for a long time, huh?” She could hardly believe that. Maybe he was just saying that because most women want to hear confessions of love and of long periods of desire from the man, even when they aren’t true. Tavia was no such woman. She had no preconceived notion that he’d wanted her before today or that he would want any sort of relationship afterward.
“Yep. Just never had the nerve to ask you out. I’m a chicken at heart.” He leaned toward her and kissed her lips.
A jolt ran through her body at the touch of his lips. “I wouldn’t have guessed that about you.”
He was more than perfectly gorgeous lying there naked, his cock softening and lying to the side, still thick and fuck-worthy. His tattoos were of the dark type: skulls, snakes, occult symbols. They were beautiful on his tanned skin.
“Well, don’t tell anybody; it would ruin my reputation. The guys would never let me live it down.” He chuckled and laid his arms over his head.
Tavia grinned, a wicked notion running through her head. She crawled up and straddled his waist, pinning his cock between them with her ass. “Tell you what, Mr. Chicken; I won’t say a word to anybody if you’ll pin me down and force me to have a few more orgasms before we leave this little anonymous apartment of yours.” She wiggled her hips roughly against his cock. “What do you say? Are you up to that challenge? Or are you afraid to try?” She wiggled again.
“Mmm. I’m definitely up to the challenge, little lady, but we need sustenance and hydration for what I’m about to do to you.” In one fluid movement, Daric flipped Tavia off him and had her pinned beneath him, splayed in a spread eagle form. “You like being pinned? Dominated? Having pleasure after pleasure forced on you?”
Whimpering in pleasure, Tavia writhed under
neath his much larger form. “Yes. It makes me so fucking hot. You have no idea.” And she knew that he truly did not have a clue just how much she liked it. It would be her pleasure to show him how far to go with it and how much she really enjoyed it, though.
Chapter 5
Daric slid off the bed, letting her arms free and pulling her into a sitting position. “Let’s order something light and hydrate. Really, there’s no rush. I’m not representing until noonish tomorrow. We have all evening and all night.” He stopped at the doorway and flipped on the lamp beside the door. “Unless you have to be somewhere later.” He didn’t turn to look at her.
“I don’t have to be anywhere for the next six days; I’m on vacation, baby. I can stay right here as long as you want me to.” She walked up quietly behind him and slapped his naked ass.
It was satisfying to watch him jump as she startled him with that slap. It was still a mystery to her why men thought that women didn’t do, and want to do, the very same things as men wanted to do. Why wouldn’t she want to pinch, slap, or grab his ass? She found it very attractive.
Grinning, he turned and rubbed his slapped cheek. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”
“Wow, you’ve been hanging around with the wrong kind of women, then.” Hands on hips, she stood looking up at him, waiting for him to move or retaliate. He moved.
Tavia walked boldly out to the living room and picked up her discarded clothes. She turned to walk back to the bathroom and Daric stood there watching her with surprise written all over his face.
“What? I was going to the shower before sitting on your furniture. That’s okay, isn’t it?” She grabbed his cock and worked it a little, grinning at him.
“That’s perfectly fine. There’s soap and shampoo and towels. Oh, gods, whatever you need in there.” He pushed his hips forward, bared his teeth, and then said, “If you don’t stop that, you’ll not make it to the shower.”
Ignoring him, Tavia worked at him until he started to get hard again, and then she tiptoed, planted a kiss on his stubbly cheek, and let go of his cock. “I’ll be good,” she stepped past him and said, “If you make me be good, that is.” She sashayed on into the bathroom and flipped on the light, leaving the door wide open as she climbed into the shower, knowing he could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink as she bathed.
“You are a terrible, terrible, evil little tease, you know that?” Daric spoke from the living room side of the doorway.
Opening the curtain wide, rubbing her bare hands down over her body seductively for the mirror, she replied, “Only because you let me be so bad. If you didn’t like it, you’d stop me, wouldn’t you?” She tweaked both nipples and leaned back under the pelting water as she reached between her legs.
The next time he spoke, it was as he stepped into the shower with her. He wasn’t almost hard anymore, he was fully erect. Daric tweaked her nipples hard enough to inflict the level of pain that always brought Tavia pleasure. She moaned and quivered under his expert touch.
With a handful of her wet hair, he guided her to her knees, water spraying into her face as he pulled her face toward his erection. “It’s your turn to pleasure me, you little minx.”
Moaning deeply, she said, “Command me, master and I’ll do whatever you wish.” Her heart raced. Would he take the lead in the role play? Would he even be interested in role playing? She hoped so as she squinted up at him.
Eyeing her for a moment, Daric seemed to consider this. Then, Tavia watched as his expression changed into that of a master who was going to command his slave. She smiled widely, unable to conceal her thrill.
“Pleasure me. Suck my cock until I come before you can shower; before you will have the pleasure of more orgasms from me. If you are thirsty, make me come in your beautiful little mouth and drink up.” He tugged up roughly on her hair.
Obediently, she opened her mouth wide and let him shove his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. When she gagged, he pulled out and then thrust forward again, but not as far.
“I want it down your throat. Let me feel you swallow me.” His hand tightened in her hair and he pushed forward.
Tavia raised her head and pushed forward, controlling her gag reflex and taking his enormous member into her throat. His moan of ecstasy was reward enough to encourage her on and she took him in deeper until she could no longer control the reflex and had to pull off him to breathe again.
His cock had swollen to even larger girth than before and she hadn’t thought that was possible. The hand in her hair trembled slightly and she knew who was really in charge of this experience. She wanted him to bring her pleasure again, but instead of voicing as much, she slid one hand between her legs and worked her clit as she slowly and knowledgeably took him into her throat over and over again, bringing him ever closer to climax.
“I see what you’re doing, slave. Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” His voice was raspy, guttural.
With his dick still deep in her mouth, she shook her head vehemently. He groaned again and his thighs tightened. He was very close. She worked on him and herself until he could hold back no longer.
His hot juices flowed into her mouth and down her throat as he thrust forward time and again through his orgasm. Tavia came without the benefit of his touch.
He let her hair fall from his hand and she stood up.
Chapter 6
Tavia finished showering and dressed. She could hear Daric in the living room speaking to someone on the phone. Maybe he was ordering food, she thought. Retrieving her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans, Tavia checked her messages for any message from Jensen. Scrolling through messages and call logs proved fruitless.
Huffing, Tavia tossed the phone onto the counter. Speaking to the empty room, she said, “Of course he didn’t call or message me. Why would he? It’s not like we’re a couple or anything.”
Instantly, she was guilty for her thoughts and reaction to the lack of communication from Jensen. It was a fact that they were not a couple. Looking into the fogged mirror, Tavia wondered if she had been harboring a secret hope that Jensen wanted to be more than friends? If she felt so strongly about him, why had she gone to the apartment with Daric without trying to contact Jensen?
Pointing at her reflection, she admonished, “You’re becoming one of those women, Tavia O’Brien.”
Grabbing the complimentary hair dryer hanging by the sink, she started drying her hair without a thought to her lack of styling products. When she finished, her hair was quite frizzy and unmanageable. A man’s comb lay on the counter by her phone. She used it to force the tangles out of her hair.
Daric still spoke with someone on the phone in a low and private tone as Tavia stepped into the bedroom, listening. He’d been on the phone far too long to merely be ordering food.
While he was still occupied, Tavia sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her cell phone in her hands. Unsure whether to bother Jensen with even a quick text or not, she finally settled on messaging Pepper.
She and Pepper had been friends since junior high and they told each other everything. Pepper would know what she should do about Jensen, if anything. After all, Daric was most likely only a passing fling. Nothing about him screamed long-term relationship material.
Nothing except his confession that he’d wanted to ask her out for a long time, but anyone could say that to anyone else. That wasn’t a blip on the radar of long-term. And, from the tone of his voice and its inflections, Tavia thought he must be speaking to another woman. A girlfriend or wife, perhaps; though she doubted he was married.
Tavia and Pepper exchanged several messages in the next few minutes. Pepper thought it was only right for Tavia to text Jensen immediately to let him know she was okay, at the very least. She’d known Jensen for a long while and they’d had their disagreements and tiffs before, always getting over them quickly and forgiving each other completely. Tavia’s mother had asked two Thanksgivings prior when they
were going to tie the knot. Jensen and Tavia had laughed and given some silly answer that she couldn’t recall now.
What if they were meant to be together? Had she just ruined that chance by being with Daric?
Tavia texted Jensen to let him know that she would meet up with him the next day around noon. He didn’t answer back immediately and Tavia figured he was either passed out drunk somewhere or he was pissed and would get back to her eventually.
Daric’s conversation drew to an end and he replaced the phone in its charger before calling out for Tavia.
“I’m finished; just sitting on the bed, waiting for Pepper to text me back. Did you order food?” She didn’t feel bad for the lie, or half-truth, as she liked to think of it.
“I did. The kitchen will have it up to us within the hour—which means it will be delivered in about an hour and a half.” He laughed.
“Not the most punctual kitchen, huh?” Tavia chuckled but the humor was lacking; her mind was confused with too many emotions at the moment.
“Not usually. Of course, Bob could only find one cook trustworthy enough to keep his mouth shut about this place, so he has to do everything in the kitchen by himself. He’s only about a hundred years old, too. That doesn’t make him any faster, for sure. It’s always good, though.” Daric walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and cloth.
“Did you order something huge for it to take an hour and a half?” She really hoped not. She wasn’t even sure she was going to stay long enough to eat it.
“No. Just chicken tender meals and dessert. I have nothing in the fridge or the cabinets except coffee, it seems. I only stock up when I’m here longer than a week. It’s not easy to haul extra stuff on a Harley.” He pushed the door closed, giving her a quick wink just before the door shut completely.
Taking the opportunity, Tavia walked to the living room and used her cell phone to call Pepper. She answered on the second ring, sounding out of breath and slightly flustered. Loud techno music throbbed in the background. She was at work.
