Frayed

by Pamela Ann

  I tried to train my breathing as my eyes closed. All I needed was to fall back to sleep and not think of sex, or Taylor, but after thirty minutes of trying, I was wired more than ever. “Fuck!” I cursed in desperation.

  Okay, maybe if I could just make myself come then, it might take the edge off, but how the heck do I do that? I recalled what Amber said when she found out I didn’t know what the hell to do with it, one night during junior year. “Uh, Doll, even a nun knows how to touch herself. You need to get your groove on and focus on the clit. That’s all. It’s easy peasy.”

  In full concentration mode, I parted my legs and ever so slowly, my middle finger started to do what Taylor did earlier in the tiny office at the club. After a few minutes, I gave up. It didn’t feel like how he did it. “How the fuck do I do this?” I was getting pissed off.

  I needed a release so bad I was in pain.

  Damn it to cocking hell and back. I was like an addict fiending for a quick fix. NOW.

  Oh, fuck it! I was going to get some. I clenched my thighs together since I could feel my arousal, building as the time ticked away. Silently, I treaded out of my room and looked across the hall. Big problem. Which room was Taylor’s?

  He had to have chosen somewhere close since that man always watched me like a hawk. So, it was either the room across from me, the room next to it, or the room next to mine. I started with the room across from mine, and I found it was empty. I continued by looking into the room next to it. Again, there was no Taylor but Lindsey’s things scattered around the room, but surprise, surprise, the woman wasn’t in it. Well, where else would she be? I wondered, amused.

  Closing Lindsey’s room quietly, I darted to the one next to my room. I swear if he isn’t in here, I will cut a bitch.

  My hand slowly turned the handle, pushing it to open. My feet were silent on the plush carpet. I closed the door with barely any sound. When I spun around, I could see Taylor’s things inside the half-opened bathroom door. Still silent, I stealthily moved inside the bedroom. It was dark, but my eyes adjusted enough to make out the silhouette form on the bed. I stood there, immobilized, as I took in the beauty before me. Taylor slept with his arms behind his head, his abs on display and only a sheet covering his lower half, but it didn’t mask the tent of his half-mast state. In his sleep, though lax, he still managed to look in control of everything.

  Now that I was here, I suddenly felt unsure what to do next. Should I just hop on the bed and ride the joystick? What if he didn’t wake, wouldn’t that be rape? Well, he did say I could use him, didn’t he? So, I did have his consent—sort of.

  What was I thinking when I said I wasn’t attracted to him in the beginning? Why was it that I couldn’t seem to get enough of Taylor lately?

  I didn’t get it. I knew I still loved Harry, and yet I lusted for Taylor. The only reason that could justify my reactions was Taylor’s mad skills. The man did know how to make me feel dirty and downright nasty. It was like he took all the modesty from me and made me his own personal slut. I had never been treated in such a ghastly way—the way he spoke to me during sex and how he roughly took me—but I shamefully loved it all. It was a novelty that I hadn’t experienced before. Perhaps most perplexing of all, is that I hadn’t expected a model/law student who was quite righteous to be so outrageously offensive. The icing that was a total surprise, too, was that I would get so turned on by his raunchiness.

  For sure though, I wanted more of that raunchiness and that filthy mouth of his. I had one month to enjoy what Taylor could give me, and I hoped that after it all, I would go home with less of a shroud around me. I wasn’t naïve to think that sex was the answer to my troubled life, but at least, I would go home with a better frame of mind. Maybe I would have enough resistance when I saw Harry. He was my in-law after all. I would eventually see him.

  Lightly treading to get to where I wanted to be, I nervously slid on the bed. Moving a tad closer to him, I lavished the heat that radiated off his body. With a thudding heart, my eyes took in the contours of his face, from his sensual lips and his perfect nose to his arched brows, then lower to his shoulders and down to his abs—I wanted badly to touch him. My fingers itched to touch and my tongue drooled to get a taste.

  Biting my lip, my forefinger reached out and lightly traced the deep ridges of his muscled abs. My finger stopped when Taylor shifted a bit and let out a soft moan. I froze, as did my finger that was half an inch away from his skin. God, I’ve elevated to creepy stalker level. Although, somehow, I couldn’t help myself.

  Emboldened, I used my thumb and finger to lift the soft end of the sheet, but before doing so, I glanced at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was breathing evenly. This whole thing was beyond naughty, but I haven’t been this excited in a while.

  Please, be naked underneath, I repeated in my head, before I reverted back to focus on the task at hand, and started to lift the sheet off his hips. I had to bite my lip hard from gasping at the sight of his manhood. Yeah, this fella was definitely a monster. His penis was half-erect, thick at the head of the shaft and thicker girth. Even in this state, it could easily be about six inches. Now, I was curious how big this thing could really get when it’s awake. Sure, I felt it earlier, but I never got the chance to see it up close and personal.

  Inching closer, I sat on my legs and bent down close to his shaft. I made sure my other hand leveled me, so that I didn’t have to lean on him. My eyes kept checking his face, to see if he was asleep or not. There was a small space in between his parted legs and I placed my right hand there. Wetting my lips, I slowly lowered my mouth to the crowned head of his manhood. It felt big, hot and absolutely wonderful. I used a little suction as my tongue roved in circles, counterclockwise then clockwise, in swift motions. Taylor shifted again, as his cock became harder.

  I instantly paused and peered at his sleeping form. Oh, fuck it! Let’s see if I could wake up the Boss and monster at the same time. Immediately, I slid lower to take as much length as my mouth could accommodate. Hollowing my cheeks, I motioned my mouth to go back and forth, up and down his hard shaft, stopping only at the head while my tongue worked around it, gliding it through the crack of the engorged tip. I used this technique a few more times until Taylor started to roll his hips, inching his cock more in my mouth, moaning and grunting.

  I wasn’t a big fan of blowjobs really. It took dedication and hard work with any man, but now with this monster, it was harder since there wasn’t much space left in my mouth for me to work with. When I realized that his cock was rock hard for me, I readied myself. On my knees, I hunched slightly over his naked form, parted my legs and slowly lowered myself to the tip of his cock. I had to make sure my knees were rooted on both side of his hips before I went any further. I teased the head a few times with my wet entrance and let out a soft moan. Amazing was all I could think. My ravenous appetite hit me full-force and I inched myself slowly down, a delicious current shot through me as I lowered myself a little over halfway down his shaft. Curious, I lifted my lingerie and checked out how far I needed to go to reach the base and saw that I had a little over a quarter to go. It didn’t matter since all I needed was to orgasm and leave him in peace.

  Shit, who said size doesn’t matter? Because seriously, whoever said that hasn’t experienced a good monster. Men like Taylor just filled you in a different way. It would be impossible to go back to something normal-sized after this, for sure.

  I moaned loudly when my hips started to roll slowly, riding him gently. “Oh fuck!” I yelped when I sunk a little lower on his length. I was keeping a measured pace, to be sure my pussy didn’t swallow this thing whole—or I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. With my eyes closed, it was easier to just feel him and get lost in the beautiful feeling it produced.

  “Trista!” I heard Taylor screech, breaking my concentration.

  I looked at him innocently. “Yes?”

  Taylor seemed like he didn’t know if he was going to be angry or fuck me. “Wh
at are you doing? We had an agreement,” his hollowed voice dragged out as his cock twitched and expanded inside me. A hungered moan came out of my lips when he did that. I shifted a bit and started to rock him again.

  “We did. You told me I could use you, right? Well, this is me using you.” I took off my silk lingerie as I rode his cock with violent determination. Nothing mattered then but the glorious feeling I was experiencing. I was maniacal, carnal and out of my mind from sexual rapture.

  Taylor savagely moaned and grabbed both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart before he started to ground me harder on his cock. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Milk it, harder,” he demanded harshly.

  I would do anything as long as he kept that filthy talk going. My pussy clenched around him like a glove, hard as he requested. I sobbed at the intensity it brought because Taylor was not letting up with his hard grinding. With crucial friction from his size and his frantic grinding, I became crazed from the amplified intensity, magnified hunger and multiplied pleasure it delivered.

  “Fuck, that’s my good little slut,” he growled out with passion. My body broke out in sweat as I rode him harder. He took one hand off my ass and started to tease my clit with his thumb. The relentless digit rubbed my clit in acute circles while his other hand gripped me to ride him harder. “Come for me. Grant my cock some gratitude, little whore.”

  I couldn’t. It was too much. I felt like I was going to burst into pieces. I felt like a balloon, with air being pumped into it without caution, ready to pop as it filled to its capacity “Taylor… I don’t think… I… too much,” I sobbed, my body shaking from the powerful, acute burning sensation of my orgasm, readying to be unleashed from my body. My palm landed on his stomach, trying to steady the craziness that was too much for me to take, but Taylor slapped it away.

  “You came to me in my sleep to get an orgasm. I’m doing as you asked. I won’t stop until you can’t fuck anymore.” Taylor took hold of my hips and rolled me on my back. With my ankles on his shoulders, and his hands full on my breasts, he kissed me with wild abandon. He growled each time his cock pummeled me with fervor. “Let me see how beautiful you come, Trista. Show me what my cock can do to your body.”

  I screamed bloody murder when he bit into my neck at the same time my orgasm trumpeted out from my very core, bursting with such fevered wrath as it unleashed itself from its containment. It was a tidal wave of kaleidoscopic euphoria in its most primal exquisite form.

  Chapter 14

  Trista

  Shock didn’t even cover what I felt at the moment. I was panting noisily, eyes focused on the ceiling to calm my quaking body when Taylor started to kiss my face. “Are you okay?” he murmured in between kisses. I beamed at his teasing tone. Hell to the yes!

  “Wow. You’re amazing.” I wanted to add, “and I am officially addicted to you”, but refrained from doing so. He might think I was in love with him or something, and I did not want to complicate things further.

  When he pushed his cock further hitting against my cervix, I unexpectedly flinched from the alien feeling. One thing was blatantly obvious though, he was still in a hard, solid form. “Did you come? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

  He laughed as he nibbled on my lips. “I haven’t, but it’s okay. In case you forgot, you rode me without a condom on. I’m clean, but you were persistent about wearing one earlier. I didn’t want to assume that it’s okay for me to come inside you.”

  That, I had forgotten. “You could always pullout, if you want.”

  Taylor peered at me with his brows furrowed. “You sure? It’s fine really.” He eyed me with an arched brow before a slow smile formed on his scrumptious lips. “Well, unless you’re using that as an excuse so you could get another orgasm? You don’t have to be coy about it, you know.”

  Hah. “Maybe, but I feel bad that you haven’t. I practically raped you in your sleep.” I bit back a smile when I admitted my crime of seduction.

  Taylor rolled his hips and started to stroke me with vigor. “Rape away because I will take my own liberties with your body. I think that’s a decent exchange,” he answered, a feverish rasp in his voice. Pleasurable satisfaction was etched on his face as he cupped my ass, opening me more for him to go deeper.

  Hell, the thought of Taylor using me for his pleasure evoked and flamed a new hunger within me. “I’m counting on it.”

  Gone was the guy who was in control earlier. Taylor was now possessed with potent lust as he sought his own release. It was raw and primitive, and all I could do was lift my hips higher so I could offer him more satisfaction. “Fuck, baby.” He grunted in between his labored breathing.

  His body was starting to tighten up and I knew he was close to completion. “You can pull out and come in my mouth if it’s better for you.” I offered, knowing he would love it more.

  My pussy got wetter when he growled loudly in my ear. “Fuck, I love it when you talk like this. It makes me want to fuck you harder.” Just as he finished delivering those words, he showed me how hard he could go. Everything pounded around me . , M m y head, my heart, the headboard, my and my vagina and of course, Taylor. He was now hitting the outside of my cervix, the engorged head pushing against my sensitive walls, demanding more access to my depths. It was painful painful ; , a a needle like stab, but it also brought great amounts of pleasure. The more he repeated his strokes, my body started to get used to the combination of exquisite torture it gave me.

  “Get on your knees. I’m coming.” Taylor barked out. After a few more strokes, he stood on the bed. I obediently got on my knees and opened my mouth to him. His hand held the back of my head as he fucked my mouth. His head hit the back of my throat . , I gagged as he did this a few more times, until his hot semen shot out. “Fuck, Trista!” Taylor howled as his dick still pulsated inside my mouth, unloading all of his seed until none was left. When his breathing evened out, he looked down at me, his shaft still lodged in my mouth. Watching him, I sucked his length a few more times before releasing it with a loud popping sound. His eyes glittered as he watched me swallow his cream. “God, that’s so sexy.”

  I grinned at him. “You’re welcome, pretty boy. Now, go back to sleep. We have to wake up soon.” I was referring to our island hopping tomorrow with the rest of the gang.

  In a flash, he was next to me on the bed. His arms wrapped around mine. “You got a point, but this fine body’s not leaving this bed. You’re sleeping with me tonight, Trista.” I tried to protest, but he wasn’t interested in hearing me. “I made those rules earlier to give you space, slow things down a bit, but you didn’t pay attention.” He was kissing me again, lowering us on the pillows. He shifted until we were spooning, his face on the back of my neck and arm around me. His fingers stroked the valleys of my breasts. “Stay. You’ll sleep better in my arms, anyway. Furthermore, I’ve got amazing skills with which to wake you.” His hot breath tickled my ear.

  “You’re such a cocky monster, pretty boy. Fine, just for tonight.” I conceded, giving in to his demands.

  He was right, though. I liked sleeping in his arms.

  Chapter 15

  Trista

  We boarded the luxurious five-bedroom motor yacht from the port in Piraeus at ten in the morning. It consisted of a crew of thirteen with a humorous Captain Abram Christou to take the lead. There were four men and three women onboard who were about our age. The women of course gawked at the guys. They were in awe to meet the Greek hunk, the hot stud model, but of course, they blushed and threw girly glances when Bass was introduced as Mr. Cole.

  “Meester Cole, I’m Katarina. It’s good pleasuuure to meetz youu,” the brunette, green-eyed purred at Meester Bass.

  When Bass shook her hand, though he was polite, I still caught his eye check her out. So, not cool, dude.

  Was the bitch blind? Emma was right next to Bass. I could tell she was boiling rockets, but refrained herself from busting out something. She wouldn’t embarrass Bass like that. Although, I wanted to pull the other woma
n’s hair out. She was exotic with an accent. It was a big red alert. The other hot two introduced themselves as Sonia and Bridgette. Sonia, on the other hand, threw shy glances at Taylor.

  Once we were led towards the salon, I caught up with Taylor and threw him a glance. “Cute brunette on board.”

  “I didn’t know you swung the other way, is this a warning that I’ll be in a battle for your attention?” Taylor pulled me next to him and kissed my forehead.

  I folded my arms and raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I eat pseudo raw, fishy squishy to you?”

  Lindsey leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You know you once did it, babe.”

  All five sets of eyes spun around to watch my reaction. I’m sure the men were interested in the damn subject. “Hey! No fair. It was spin the bottle back in my senior year in high school. Bleeh, I didn’t even like it. Shit’s nasty man.”

  “I would’ve loved to have seen that!” Taylor said laughing, followed by the other four murmuring the same sentiments.

  Whatever, we all did a lot of stupid stuff back in the day, so I wasn’t perturbed about their sparked interest about that particular subject.

  We were all in the cream and mahogany salon eating brunch. The U-shaped all-around glass windows overlooked the beautiful Aegean Sea. In the other half of the room, the glass doors were wide open and the salty breeze wafted through, giving a nice, calm presence as we ate our meal.

  Since there were five bedrooms, Emma and Bass took one, Dimitris, Lindsey, Taylor and me all had our own respective rooms. When I entered mine, I was shocked to find that the room was surrounded with twelve by twelve mirrors. Well, whoever designed this room was a total horndog. Like the color theme from the salon, this one was cream and mahogany with hints of nautical blue.

  “Captain said we’re nearing Koufonisia. Who wants to go snorkeling or kayaking with me?” Bass yelled through the hallway outside our doors forty-five minutes later.