Fifty Shades of Pink: An LA Lovers Novella

by Jourdyn Kelly

  “Yeah. I see a picture in my head, and just paint.”

  “Are you in galleries?”

  I laugh, until I see she’s not laughing. Wow. She’s serious. Me? In a gallery? Nah. “I have a few canvases, but I don’t think I’m gallery caliber. It’s okay. I like doing the murals.”

  “This is definitely worthy of being displayed or sold as prints, Cassidy. I have a friend who’s opening a gallery here soon. Would you like for me to talk to her?”

  A friend? Or a friend? “Um, what kind of friend?” Shit. Totally just asked that. Damn mouth.

  She smiles sadly. “You should know I don’t become friends with people who have been in my room. Just one more rule I broke with you. Besides, I don’t think there’s a human being alive who could dominate Eve.”

  Now I feel like a jerk. I hope I haven’t ruined things with her before they even start. Here she is, trying to help me out, and I’m worried about who her friends are. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I know. I want to.”

  I shift uncomfortably. No one has really taken my work seriously. Most think it’s just a hobby. Yeah, they like it, but none of them have ever told me I belong in a place with other artists. Anyway, time to change the subject. Perhaps back to why we’re here. Truth is, I’d spend all night talking to her, as long as it’s not all about me.

  “Okay.” I take a drink of my water, assuaging my parched throat. “Would you, um, like a tour?”

  Rebecca takes the bottle from my hand, and sets them both aside. “Maybe later.” She pulls me to her. Oh yeah. This is what I’m talking about. “Right now, I just want you.”

  I groan. I have the urge to rip her clothes off, and just take her right here and now. But that’s not how we’re going to do this. I’m going to make love to her, and show her how special she is. I dip my head, taking her lips in a slow, passionate kiss. My hands get in on the act, unbuttoning her shirt, and pushing it from her shoulders. Hardened nipples strain against a dark blue, satin bra, and of course my mouth begins to water.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur as the bra joins the shirt on the floor. She says nothing, but her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. I sink to my knees in front of her, and tongue her belly ring as I unbutton her jeans. Rebecca whimpers when I take the piercing between my teeth, and tug gently. Hmm, she likes that.

  My fingertips dip into the waistband of her jeans and panties. Next time, I’ll be patient enough to see what she looks like in her lingerie, but right now, I need her naked. Once I have her exactly as I want her, I sit back on my heels, and just take her in. I’m almost amazed that she allows it, because I’m taking my sweet time. I trace her tattoo with a blunt nail.

  “I got it after,” she hesitates. I’m grateful that she doesn’t want to say her name. That’s certainly not what I want Rebecca to be thinking about now. “When I became free.”

  Tenderly, I kiss the tattoo, and she runs her hands through my hair. I could seriously get lost in the way she’s looking at me right now. So many emotions, many I know are being reflected back to her.

  The position I’m in, there’s no way I can keep myself from breathing her in. My nose grazes her clit as I inhale deeply. Rebecca grips my shoulders, balancing herself. Strong fingers dig in when I use the tip of my tongue to tease her.

  “I’m going to fall, Cassidy,” she gasps.

  I grip her perfect ass—God, I missed her ass—to steady her. “I won’t let you,” I purr against her glistening pussy. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am. I shift, the seam of my jeans giving me a cheap little thrill as it rubs against my sensitive, hard as hell clit. If I’m not careful, I could come just teasing her like this. My tongue dips further inside her, and the guttural moan that escapes me is mirrored by her. I will never forget the taste of her. I never want to lose it again.

  “Baby, please.”

  I’m not sure what turns me on the most. Rebecca calling me baby, or her begging me. It’s a toss-up. I need to have her more accessible, so I stand, grasping the back of her thighs as I do. With little effort, I lift her until she has her legs wrapped around my waist. Smoky gray eyes blaze into mine. Another note to self; my woman likes that I’m strong enough to hold her. Keep working out.

  Somehow we make it up the stairs to my bedroom. It was a little precarious with our lips locked in a heated kiss. Shit. The bedroom was not a presentable as the living room. Maybe we should go back downstairs. I set her down gently.

  “I’m, uh, sorry about the mess. Maid’s day off.” It was lame, but am I really supposed to tell her that this is where I spent most of my time when she was gone. If I slept, I got to dream about her. “But, um, the sheets are clean. I just changed them.”

  Her brows furrow. “Not sure I want to think about why at this point.”

  Oh shit! She thinks someone else has been in here. “No! I just mean it was time. Rebecca, I haven’t been with anyone since… well, since I met you.” There. I told her. It’s the truth. Even when I tried to be with others after she left, I couldn’t even get to the deep kissing point. It always felt like I was cheating on Mistress. I don’t regret my decision, even if she has had others in her “room”.

  “Neither have I. Even before, Cassidy.”

  Relief washes over me, but because I’m me, I still have to hear it. “No one wherever you went? You know, breaking in the new club?” Damn it. Couldn’t just quit while I was ahead, could I?

  “No.” She sighs, and I wrap my arms around her in an attempt to apologize. But she continues before I can say anything. “I didn’t lie to you when I said I was leaving for business. But it wasn’t for another club like the one here. I was consulting on a business venture. I just wasn’t able to concentrate.”

  “Why?”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I get the feeling that Rebecca keeps telling me things that surprise even her. I hope it’s always like that with us. Lord knows I rarely have a filter, especially when it comes to her. I basically told her I loved her, for fuck’s sake.

  “Is that why you came back?” Please say yes!

  “Cassidy, I’m feeling very vulnerable here.” She looks pointedly at her naked body, then my fully clothed body. My clothes are off in seconds, and she’s chuckling. I grab her, and pull her to me, reveling in the feel of her body touching mine. “You’re not wearing it.”

  She’s used to seeing me packing, but I haven’t felt the urge to put it on since she left. Besides, I didn’t need it with the way I was feeling, and I told her as much.

  “I missed you,” I continue. Opening up to her so she knows it’s safe to do the same with me. “I didn’t want to do anything but sleep. At least then, I could dream about you. I had no idea where to find you, or if you were even still in the country. I didn’t even know your name. But I missed you so much that I was dying inside.”

  Her eyes shimmer with tears. My own tears fall unchecked, until she reaches up, and captures them with the pads of her thumbs. “I missed you, too. It felt so wrong in my head to want you, but my heart ached. I couldn’t stand being so far away from you anymore. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, but I needed to be closer to you. You were here, I needed to be here, too.”

  “Rebecca.” I rest my forehead against hers, and let the emotions engulf us. I’ve stopped questioning how I can feel this much for someone I barely know. Some things in life are just meant to be. That’s how I feel about Rebecca. It was just meant to be. I was in that club, at that moment, for a reason. And she’s standing right in front of me.

  “Make love to me, Cassidy,” she breathes.

  “Do you want me to get…”

  She silences me with her fingertips. “No. I want to feel you.”

  Mmm, I want that, too. I guide her to the bed, nudging her back gently as I kiss her. We don’t break contact even as I crawl up there with her. I begin to lower myself on top of her, and something changes. Rebecca’s hands are on my chest, pushing me away. After everything we just s
aid to each other, this can’t be happening.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m sorry. I…”

  There’s fear in her eyes. Fear? What could she possibly be afraid of? I would never hurt… shit. I never even gave thought to whether she would have intimacy issues after everything she’d been through. The other times we had been together, she was in control. I was never on top of her.

  “Does this scare you?” I ask gently.

  She nods, and averts her eyes.

  I hold myself up, making sure not to I’m not trapping her in any way. “Oh, baby, you have nothing to be ashamed of. We can try this another way, it’s okay. I just need you to know I would never hurt you. Never, Rebecca.” I reiterate with passion.

  When I move to switch our positions, she stops me.

  “Wait, please? I want to feel you on top me.”

  “I never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. We can try this another time.”

  “I’m okay. I want this, baby. I just panicked for a minute.” She wraps her arms around my neck, effectively stopping me from going anywhere. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.”

  I take a moment to think of the best solution, but she’s pulling me down on her. If this is what she wants, I’ll comply. I’m determined to make her forget everything except what’s going on between us right here, right now. We both moan at the contact of our bodies. The feel of her beneath me is intoxicating. The sound of her accelerated breathing, her soft whimpers as I kiss her neck, her louder sounds of ecstasy as I take her nipple in my mouth, and move my body on hers, are riveting. All I want to do is keep doing things that cause those sounds. I know I’ve said this before, but it’s heaven!

  Rebecca’s body writhes under me. Her hips lift, pushing her wet, hot center against my thigh. Then she lifts her knee, and I nearly explode at the feel of her smooth, strong thigh against my clit. I’m soaked, and the sound of us together fills the room with an undeniable erotic charge.

  “Touch me, Cassidy,” she breathes close to my ear, causing tremors throughout my highly aroused body.

  Oh yeah. I slip a hand between us, getting my first feel of her in more than two months. “Mmm, you feel so good.”

  I didn’t realize I had said the words out loud until her fingers clamped onto my ass, squeezing and pulling at the same time. Encouraged, I slip two fingers inside her, remembering how she had enjoyed when I curled them, and hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

  “I need to touch you.”

  Her plea hits me straight in the clit. She’s finally going to touch me. No way I’m passing up this opportunity! I shift slightly, staying inside her while I get to my knees. She scrapes her fingernails—a different shade of pink today—down my ribs, then dips her fingers between the lips of my sex. Rebecca’s moan is hoarse and needy when she feels how wet I am for her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before. I know what horny feels like, this is so much more than that. This is unmitigated need.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you walk into my club,” Rebecca confesses before slipping two fingers inside me.

  “Oh god!” My hip buck involuntarily, drawing her deeper inside me. This is heaven. Yeah, I know I’m using that word a lot when it comes to her. It just seems like the closer I get to Rebecca, the better it feels. Each thing I feel or learn tops the last. I want nothing more than to keep learning. Keep feeling. Her.

  I pump my hand faster; my curled fingers are being sucked in even more with each thrust. Rebecca matches my drive, and as if by some unspoken agreement, we each slip another finger inside. At this moment, I’m glad I don’t live in an apartment or have roommates, as neither of us have it in us to be quiet. Rebecca grips my hair with her free hand, our hips pump passionately in unison. I’m so close, but I’ll hang on for as long as I have to in order to come with her.

  “Cassidy!”

  Oh fuck, yes! “Rebecca!” Don’t ask me how I manage to get anything coherent out. But the need for her to know that I’m right there with her—Rebecca, not Mistress—was too great.

  The rough sound that comes from deep within Rebecca is what sends me over the edge with her. She pulls my hair as she comes around my fingers, and the intensity of the orgasm that rips through me has me seeing stars. Jesus fuck, I have never—even in the Pink Room—felt like that before!

  “It was you.”

  Panting, Rebecca looks up at me. “What?”

  “It wasn’t what we did in that room. It’s you who makes me feel this way, Rebecca.”

  If I could have predicted what saying those words to her would do, I would have chanted them over and over like a mantra. Her pussy contracts—even more—around my fingers that are still buried in her, and she cries out. I feel the warmth of her orgasm trickle between my fingers. Um, yeah. There’s no stopping this domino effect. Hell, this can go on all night, and I’ll be a happy camper. Completely depleted of any kind of bodily fluid, but fucking happy about it.

  “You’re the only one that’s ever made me do that.”

  This revelation of hers nearly sends me over the edge again. I can’t help but feel pride in that accomplishment. I give her a cocky grin, and she laughs softly. My grin turns into a whimper as she pulls her fingers from me. Thinking she may need a little break, I do the same. But it’s not a break Rebecca needs. She plunges her fingers—still soaked from me—inside herself. Fuck. Me. That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My woman isn’t done yet, though. Fingers now coated with both of our juices are promptly reintroduced to my greedy pussy.

  I groan, rotating my hips, thinking of how her come is now in me. This has to be the most sensuous thing that has ever been done to me. And remembering what we did in the Pink Room, that’s saying quite a bit. Then she does something that blows my mind. She brings her coated fingers up to her mouth, and licks, tasting both of us. She hums her approval, and I want a taste. I need a taste. I dip my head, sucking her fingers into my mouth. I did mention before that I was greedy, right? I lick those fingers clean, savoring each and every drop.

  I collapse beside her, happier than I’ve ever been. “That was incredible,” I gasp out.

  Rebecca rolls on top of me, smiling. “Yes, it was.” She gives me a quick peck. “How’s your stamina? Because I’m not even close to being done.”

  “Oh, I can do this all night long, baby.” I hope. Fuck the age difference, it’s going to be me struggling to keep up with Rebecca. But, oh, I am so up for the challenge.

  “Good to hear. Why don’t you get your little friend?”

  Oh yeah! It’s just getting started!

  I’VE NEVER BEEN one to snuggle. Yeah, I’ve slept with a couple of my exes, but once the sex was done so was I. However, waking up with Rebecca wrapped around me—naked—is… well, heaven. Come on, you had to expect that.

  She’s using my chest as a pillow. I think that’s what woke me up. Her warm breath is tickling my nipple, making it hard. Her leg is draped over my thighs, and her delicate hand is resting over my heart. It’s a wonder she can’t feel it beating out of my chest.

  I’ve been awake for a while now. Just listening to her breathe makes me dream of a future with her. We talked a lot last night. Yes, talked. We needed breaks, so in between orgasms, we learned more about each other. Last names, likes and dislikes. The more I found out about Rebecca, the more I needed to know. Does she want children? Or maybe we could start with a dog. Wait, what if she’s a cat person? Why wasn’t this something I asked about last night? I lose all train of thought when I feel a hot tongue rolling across my nipple.

  Rebecca hums as she takes my taut bud into her mouth. The vibration of that hum, coupled with the feel of her sucking, good lord. Unfortunately, she ends her little assault with a distinct little pop, looking up at me with a smile.

  “Good morning.”

  “The best.” I return her smile, pushing her tousled hair out of her face. “How did you sleep?”

  “Like a baby. You?”


  “Never better,” I answer honestly, kissing her gently on the forehead.

  Rebecca’s rolls my nipple between her fingers, sending electrical currents down south. “How long have you been awake?”

  “Um.” Shit. I’m not going to tell her I’ve been sitting here wondering if she’s a cat person, and what we’re going to name our pets, whatever they may be. “Not long.” I hiss when she pinches my nipple. Hard.

  “Mmhmm. Try again.”

  I let out a short laugh. “About fifteen minutes or so.” Give or take five or ten minutes.

  “What were you thinking about?” The gentle stroking she’s giving me doesn’t match the mischievous twinkle in her eye.

  “Um.” Okay, I really need to get better at my ‘on the fly’ answers. “Can I ask you a question?” That’s it. Turn it back onto her. Now I wonder if I’m going to have the courage to actually ask the question that popped into my head.

  She chuckles as though she knows exactly what I just did. “You didn’t learn enough last night?”

  See? I told you we talked! “I could never learn enough,” I answer seriously. “The more I discover, the more I need to know, Rebecca.” A faint blush graces her features, and I find it delightful.

  She clears her throat, fidgeting a little. “What’s your question, Cassidy?”

  Oh crap. Okay. I can do this. “Do you…” Is it hot in here? “Do you…”

  Rebecca leans back, apparently extremely amused at my inability to articulate my question.

  “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

  I raise my eyebrow. “I am not flustered.” There. I sound rightfully miffed. Then she pinches my nipple again, and I laugh. “What are you? A lie detector test?”

  “Yes. You’d be wise to remember that,” she teases with a cute smirk. “Now, what’s your question?”

  You got this, Cass. Just ask. “Do you…” Shit.

  “I got that part,” she laughs. “Try different words.”