by J. C. Cliff
She stays quiet, giving me silent permission to keep her wrapped up in my arms. I soak in her familiarity as I bend down and run my nose alongside her forehead, breathing her in. She even smells the same. Some kind of jasmine perfume fills my lungs. I press a gentle kiss to her temple and close my eyes, thinking of how things could’ve been had we never broken up.
The longer I sit here and hold her, however, the more I think about what we did earlier, and the way she feels in my arms right now feels all kinds of right. She thought I was cheating on her back then, but I wasn’t. I was undercover, but because of the way she approached me in a public setting, with my target by my side, my back was to the wall. Shit got ugly real quick, and I hated every second of watching our relationship split down the middle before my very eyes.
I can’t even begin to imagine what she’s been through over the past year, having lost her husband and all. If it had taken her an entire year to step back out into life, I know shit hit her more than hard. It crushed her world. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of a dead guy, but I kind of am.
Since I’m guessing her friend coaxed her into this night out, she was wanting to show her a good time, but her friend and the Valerie I once knew clearly have different definitions of a girls’ night out. Her friend probably thought she was being amusing with this gig while trying to be helpful, but it was all wrong for Valerie. Any true friend would’ve known that.
“Did you at least enjoy your massage?” I ask, trying to make small talk and diffuse the silent tension in the room.
She lifts her chin and stares at me, her green eyes playing tricks on me as if she’s content being in my arms. “Yeah, I did.”
I give her a heartfelt smile, and then she blushes in return. “Is that right?” I ask in a deep voice. She’s so damn beautiful, sitting on me flush like this, and I have to ask, “Which part did you like the most?” She shyly looks away from me, and I tilt her chin back up and lock eyes with her. “I’m guessing all of it,” I whisper huskily, before I gently press my lips to hers.
Her palms press against my bare chest, her light touch turning my dick hard. I catch her lower lip and give it a tug. I’m sure she’s highly aware of my erection against her thigh as I slip my tongue into the warmth of her mouth.
“I hate you,” she faintly whispers.
“I know,” I reply, the feeling is highly mutual, but it’d be pointless for me to tell her that. “But you feel it—you feel the pull between us. There’s no denying that.”
When she reaches around to the back of my neck and gives my short hair a little tug, she’s given me her answer. She wants this. “I’ve been not living for so long. This… you… it’s making me feel alive again,” she pants over my lips.
And as if I’m not moving fast enough for her, she deepens the kiss and squirms, her ass digging right into my erection, and I groan. “You’re killing me,” I growl into her mouth right before I thrust my tongue deep, slipping, sliding, and gliding against hers. I suddenly can’t seem to get enough of her, and I’m fairly certain she feels the same way, because she turns her upper body to rub her perky breasts against the heat of my bare chest. “What do you want?” I ask between heated kisses. “What can I give you?”
“How about what I paid for?” she challenges with a shy smile. She removes her hands from around my neck to open her robe, a slight blush on her cheeks, exposing her perfect naked body to me again.
“Oh fuck,” I drawl out in a pained groan. I want her in the most sinful and wicked ways, but I doubt she’s ready for me. I will say this: we do and always have had undeniable chemistry, and being apart for six years hasn’t quelled that. If anything, it has increased exponentially. The second I walked into this room, I could feel a connection, and when I placed my hands on her lithe body, I instantly wanted her. I was thinking to myself that it was a shame I felt this type of connection to somebody who was being investigated by the FBI.
It all makes sense now. This type of significant chemistry between us is something very few people get to experience in a lifetime. It’s like two souls were born to be joined together from the beginning. One cannot simply ignore the rare and obvious emotion, and I feel like maybe we were given one more chance at this to make it right.
With my mind made up, I hold her tight as I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the massage table. She’s deathly quiet as I gently lay her down on her back. She doesn’t take her eyes off me for a second as I do so. I lean in and brush aside a tendril of hair from her eyes, and she’s looking at with me with this dreamy look, giving me hope for us to have a fresh start.
“I’ll be right back,” I choke out, my dick highly pissed off it’s not in on the action. I hastily soften the lights to a dusky dimness again then turn some music on, playing a soft background tempo. I turn around and slowly saunter back toward her. There’s a challenge in her eyes as she peels away the rest of her robe in invitation. Fuck me. My mouth goes dry. I never thought I’d be here again.
I soak in every one of her luscious curves, my dick pulsating in time with my heartbeat. “I’m about to wreck you,” I rasp.
“You already did that six years ago, Stryker. You leveled me to the ground and left me in ruins.”
Well, now that stung, but I will fix this and make it right. “And now I will build you back up.” I don’t give her time to overthink this moment. I want to act on this before she changes her mind. “I can promise you that I will not only build us back up, but I will make us stronger than ever before.” My gaze stays locked on hers, and I watch as her breathing picks up the second my hands grasp her inner thighs. I push her knees back toward her head, spreading her wide open for me.
Her eyes seem to dilate with unspoken need, and if this were any other woman, I wouldn’t even consider doing this, especially in a place such as this, but this is Valerie. My eyes flick down to her glistening pussy, my mouth watering at the sight.
As I lean down, inching closer to her sex, I pause and whisper over her mound before I dive in, “There’s no doubt about it. I will make you mine again.” One way or another, I’ll find a way for us to work through our past.
CHAPTER 8
~ Stryker ~
I start off with a slow, teasing lick, leisurely dipping my tongue inside her dripping pussy to get a taste. She gasps aloud from the warm penetration as I lick and suck at the recesses of her sex. She tastes fucking perfect. I hum my approval as I flatten my tongue and make a trail up to her clit then suck her pink bundle deep into the warmth of my mouth. I lift my gaze to watch her reactions; I want to see her get off. She’s staring at me with mixed emotions, but she’s letting me do this. It’s a start. She’s panting like crazy, and when I carefully insert two fingers into her tight heat, her eyes roll back and her legs go slack, allowing me to open her up farther. She’s giving in, and I’m going to take advantage of it. I release her clit then blow a gentle and cool breeze over her opening.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
My cock pulses against the seam of my zipper, wanting out. Poor bastard has been needing release all along, but it’s not his lucky night. This one’s for her.
I devour her with everything I have. I want to ingrain myself in her brain and when she lays down her head tonight, I want her dreaming about me. I lick and suck on her pussy like I haven’t had sex in years, which I haven’t. I’ve only been fucking. Sex with anyone else has never been able to compare to the magic we had.
When the sensations get to be too much for her, she cries out, and her legs start twitching just like they always did before she came. I remember her body all too well. My one hand tightens on her thigh to keep her trembling to a minimum while I fuck her pussy with my fingers, curving them upward, hitting that sweet spot of hers deep inside. I thrust in and out of her wetness with smooth movements, filling her tight hole with long, deep strokes. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers like a vice. Her climax is building. I’ve never forgotten her telltale signs of when she’s about to exp
lode.
She’s unbelievably sexy with her hair all askew and her cheeks flushed in excitement. She looks at me with half-lidded eyes, wildly panting and, even better, calling out my name, “Stryker!”
My teeth wrap around her clit to bring her home. Her fingers grab onto the roots of my hair as she rides my face, her hips thrusting upward, taking what she wants from me. Her juices explode, rushing over my fingers like a busted water pipe. Her moans and whimpers fill me with pride knowing that not only did I get her off, but she let me this close to her again.
“Oh God, Stryker,” she keeps repeating my name as she comes down from her climax. My fingers slow their pace as I kiss my way up her stomach and past her breasts. I want to know what I can do to make her mine again.
My lips hit her neck and her entire body shudders. I lay the weight of my body over hers and she automatically wraps her arms around my neck. I hover my mouth over hers and ask in a low and hungry voice, “Do you want me to stop, Valerie?”
She shakes her head, and I lift up slightly to drink in her sated form. Her eyes are totally glazed over. “How do you want to come this time, sweetheart?” I reach down between us and strum her clit with my middle finger, using tiny circles to drive her crazy. I know she’s sensitive there, and she starts to squirm again, which means she’s about to go wild, making me grin.
Her mouth opens, but no words come out. I lean in and tease her, making her play chase with my tongue, and to my amazement, she does. She’s got a hunger that’s killing me.
“Answer me,” I coax, needing to know before I lose all control and wind up taking her. She arches her back and thrusts her hips forward, forcing my dick to rub up against her opening. I nip her lower lip and growl, “Words, Valerie. What does that mean?”
“I need you inside me,” she pants. I exhale and close my eyes, soaking in those five words like never before. I need her, however, to get a more specific response from her, I part her slick folds with my finger and slip deep inside her, giving her want she wants.
“I am inside you, babe,” I rasp, hoping she will beg for my dick and not my finger. When I add a second finger, her eyes flutter closed. She lets out a low, needy moan. I plunge all the way inside her tight hole, up to my knuckles, and then I swirl them around inside, rubbing them against her hot spot.
She grabs me behind my neck, pulling me in, forcing me to kiss her. I love this shit, love the fact I’m undoing her and it’s me who’s making her go wild. Her wet pussy makes suctioning sounds each time I thrust my fingers into her cunt. That combined with her naked body acting out in unrestrained want is so damn erotic it has my balls tightening up. She’s so fucking gorgeous and so damn slick my dick weeps to be inside her.
“No,” she chokes out. I know what she wants, and I want to hear her say it, but that’s all I want, just to know she does indeed want me. “I want you, Stryker, not your fingers.” I suck in a sharp breath, fucking elated by those words, and even though we both already established the fact I’m a bastard, I’d be a double bastard if I were to take advantage of her vulnerability right now. I know the second her climax would subside that she’d then hate herself, and then in turn hate me more than she does now. And as good as she feels in my arms at the moment, I force myself to back away from her wanton body and slip off the table.
I think it’s one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time, and I instantly regret the loss, but I’m not sure either of us is ready to hit home base. Too much unresolved shit lies between us. Sure, I want nothing more than to pound my dick into her and claim her as mine again, but it’s not the right place, nor the right time. I don’t want to take her in a damn kink room on a fucking massage table. I want her in my bed. As I back away, she starts to protest, holding out her arms for me to come back to her. She doesn’t want me to leave her side, but I have to, or I will fuck her.
I grab her by her ankles and gently encourage her to flip over on her stomach, and she does. She’s got a fire burning deep within, and she doesn’t hesitate to drag her knees forward, sticking her ass in the air. I swallow around the thick lump in my throat, because it would be so easy to take her this way too. Her pussy is glistening, staring right at me.
She looks at me expectantly, and I have to stop and adjust my dick. I quickly reach down to open the drawer Mark had shown me earlier and pull out the brand-new vibrator, and its ready to roll. I don’t think I’ll need it, but I squirt some lubricant onto the vibrator anyway.
With her ass in my face and her pussy lips beckoning me, my mouth goes fucking dry. Her long brown hair whips around as she gives me a sidelong glance, her eyes begging me to give her another release. I click on the vibrator and run it along her entrance. She tenses for a second, her brows furrowing, not understanding my intentions.
“It’s all right, Valerie,” I tell her, my voice croaky and full of desire. “As much as I want to, I can’t break the rules here,” I lie. Before she can comment, I insert the phallic device into the very place my cock is screaming to be.
“Oh my God,” she cries out in a low, restrained voice.
“The walls are soundproof. Scream it out if you want,” I encourage her. It’d be even sweeter if she screamed out my name again, but I don’t tell her that. I pretend I’m the one filling her as her tight walls suck in the device. I watch with rapt fascination how her swollen pussy closes in and around the length of the vibrator the deeper it goes. Don’t come in your pants, Stryker, I warn myself each time I plunge the device deep inside of her. I know I’m hitting her g-spot every time with precision, because she whips her head back and lets out an intense scream of pleasure.
I run my free hand over the globes of her ass, squeezing them as she thrusts her hips back, wanting the vibrator to go deeper. I want to memorize her every move so when I’m stroking myself later, I’ll think of this. I grab her hip and help her along. “Ride it, baby.” I want to know when the hell she got so fucking kinky. She wasn’t this adventurous in bed when I knew her. I could probably change my mindset about all these toys if Valerie came along with them, because this is a different kind of sexy and erotic I didn’t know existed. I suppose it has a lot to do with whether or not you care about the other person. I don’t know, but I’d damn sure be willing to try.
Her back glistens with a sheen of sweat, and she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You want to come, baby?” I ask in a sultry undertone.
“Yes!” she screams out. “Stryker—please!”
I close my eyes and relish the sound of her calling my name. I reach around her hip and work her clit between my fingertips then add pressure, making small, massaging circles over her bud.
“Stryker,” she cries again, and I know she’s coming. I pinch her clit with a force that makes her legs collapse, but I don’t stop. I follow her body down to the table as she loses her balance.
Her face falls to the massage table, her hair a wild mess spreading out all around her. She’s beautiful, and I want her back. “Stryker,” she whispers into the room, totally spent. “I need you to hold me.” Don’t have to ask me twice.
I grab a blanket from underneath the table, crawl up behind her, and spoon her, pulling her into my arms. I lay the blanket over her and kiss the top of her head, still vibrating with need. My erection is throbbing like hell as I try to get myself under control. I stroke along the length of her hair as I try to think of other things to get my dick to go down. We cool down, laying in silence for a few minutes, and as we do, I wind up in deep thought, thinking about shit I shouldn’t.
“Why didn’t you want me?” she quietly asks.
I lean over her and tenderly kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Oh, trust me, I wanted you. I still want you, but it’s the club rules.”
“Since when do you go by the rules?” I can hear the smile in her voice when she asks, but I can also hear the undertone of hurt. “The Stryker I remember loved to dance on the line and push the boundaries.”
I chuckle into her ea
r and squeeze her tight. She’s right; I’m still the same old daredevil, but she’d most likely hate me even more tomorrow. I didn’t want her to have any regrets tonight, and I didn’t want her to feel as if I was using her for a quick lay either. I know how heated passion can cloud one’s vision.
I lean up on my elbow, roll her over onto her back, and smile down on her. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I say with conviction.
She peers through her long, dark lashes at me, giving me a smile, but it appears to be a sad one. One that says it all. She loved me, and I screwed up. The mere fact she let me see her naked body and bring her pleasure tonight speaks volumes. I think she still has a spark of love in her heart for me, she has to, because the Valerie I once knew had certain principles she lived by, and a situation like this would not be on her list.
I whisper over her lips as I intermittently spread gentle kisses over her cheek, “I want to see you again.” She tenses as if I just broke some sort of spell, and my brows come together, showing my confusion. “Valerie?”
She pulls away from my lips and covers her mouth with her hand as if my kisses are too much for her to handle now. She then shakes her head, and whispers, “I’m sorry, Stryker. I shouldn’t have… I can’t… I… I need to go.”
My heart trips and stumbles over itself. “What the hell, Valerie?” I faintly hear myself saying, stunned she would push me away after what we just shared. “What was it we just did a few minutes ago?”
“It was a mistake, Stryker. A terrible mistake.”
