Tess: Thank you James. I’ll be here. Maybe we can go to the movies or something?
I stared impatiently at the screen.
James: I can’t hear, Tess.
Tess: Oh. Right. I’m sorry. :p
Cute, I thought dryly.
James: I’ll be over later.
Tess: Can’t wait :)
I switched my phone from its constant vibrate to silent and then put it back into my pocket. I didn’t want to talk to anyone else. Who knew who might want to change their minds?
I folded my laundry when it was dry and then took it upstairs. Becca was still deep into the game, eating absentmindedly out of a bag of Doritos and drinking a beer. I took advantage of her occupied state and dipped into my bathroom to look myself over. It wasn’t something I usually took time to do, but Becca’s hickey prompted preemptive measures. It was eggplant colored and puffy, marked in the shape of her lips. As good as it felt to get, I had to hide it. The thought of showing up to Tess’s with a hickey made me feel uncharacteristically Kent-like.
I marched into the living room, grabbed the video game controller from her hands, and pointed at my neck when she glared up at me. Her long black eyelashes were fanned out and curled at the ends, making them look like they had black wings wrapped in green and gold. I forbade myself from ever going there again.
“Hide it,” I demanded.
She yanked her head set off even though she couldn’t hear me and stared blankly up at me. “What?”
I stabbed at my hickey. “Hide it.”
“Why?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Her suspicions pissed me off. She was with another guy when I needed her. I’d never been the guy who went tit for tat, who hurt because he was hurt. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed my expression down. Even if on the inside I was enraged all over again.
I could see it. Her head thrown back in ecstasy in someone else’s arms. Her eyes closed as he made her feel good. I wanted to be the only man who made this woman feel good, but there was too much in the way of that. I was in the way of that. She was in the way of that.
We were in the way of everything we didn’t know we wanted.
“Please hide it,” I asked, signing my request despite her inability to understand.
She glanced at my hickey and then looked me directly in my eyes. “No,” she stated clearly.
There was no denying her refusal. She wanted it that way. Becca wanted me to know what she was saying no to.
Then she put her headpiece on, grabbed the controller out of my hand, and returned to her game as if she didn’t just refuse me my freedom. Rage moved over me. She couldn’t claim me, push me away, and then pull me back in when she wanted. She may be used to every other man playing her twisted one-sided games, but I wasn’t going to play along.
Just as I turned away, her hand shot out and stopped me. I glanced at her unwillingly. Her eyes were churning.
“What’s her name?”
I yanked my arm free and stomped away, and she followed me into Kent’s bedroom. Raina had to have some makeup in here somewhere. I went to the nightstand and opened it, sifting through condoms and empty peach gloss tubes. I slammed it shut and searched their room frantically. Raina’s backpack was still here. I reached for it. Becca stood in front of me and grabbed my face between her hands, forcing me to meet her gaze.
“I’m talking to you.”
“Move,” I mouthed.
“What is her name?” she repeated, burning me with those damn eyes of hers.
“Why do you care?” I didn’t play games. But maybe I should start.
She pushed us back until I fell on the bed, following after me. I could smell Raina’s perfume and Kent’s cologne. I blocked the two opposing smells out.
Becca straddled me and pinned my arms over my head, squeezing me with her thighs to keep me still. She hovered over me, placing her face in front of mine so I could witness every word out of her mouth. “Just answer this. Is she like me or Rain?”
What did it matter who she was like? “Rain.” There was no one like Becca.
Her head hung. She nodded slowly, as if accepting some horrible truth she created. Rising, she let my arms go and stared down at me darkly. “Stay,” she ordered, crawling off of me to leave. She returned a minute later with a makeup bag. Becca reclaimed her spot, settling heavily on top of the erection she created. As she searched through her bag she shifted her body, making my blood pump with lust. After finding what she was looking for she opened her foundation and began rubbing it over my hickey.
“Have you slept with her?”
I was waiting for her to kiss me. It was the natural course of action for us. I’d already been staring at her mouth. But I looked away and pretended I didn’t see her question. She continued to cover my hickey, smoothing her fingers over my skin until she sat back and met my eyes.
“Yes or no?”
I swallowed hard and shook my head.
“Are you going to?”
Why would Tess want to sleep with me? I was always careful when I had sex. I rarely lost my mind anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to maintain my ability to keep my mouth shut during it. Becca was the only girl that had ever made me lose it and she hadn’t even taken her clothes off. I doubted Tess would want to sleep with me now, but it was still a possibility. So I shrugged.
Becca leaned forward and placed a soft, tender kiss on my lips. “You want more?”
Don’t play along. Why was she doing this? On the edge of her gaze I could detect something menacing threatening to swallow the gold. If I didn’t know any better I’d think she was making a point. She knew I wanted more. I was going to see another girl. She may have covered my hickey, but she was still tightening the control I allowed her to have. This girl was driving me completely crazy. My dick was hard as a rock and my brain was screaming at me. Take her offer. But my self-doubt kindly reminded me that Becca didn’t want me. If she wanted me she could have had me in her car the first time she kissed me. She could have had me on the couch. She could have me now. Instead she wanted to play with me, pulling me, pushing me away, and sucking me down. Kent was right. Becca would eat me alive if I didn’t find a way to avoid her bite.
I reached up to tenderly hold her face. It would be so easy to bring her lips back, to take them like I did before. But would it be easier to scrape myself off the ground when she left? What if I did what I always do? I could talk, cementing the fact that I was so far from any guy she’s ever gone for. My entire being was inadequate. I’d been on the ground before. I didn’t want to have to get up on my own again.
“No,” I refused her, forming the word so as not to be mistaken.
Her eyes glimmered. She pressed her lips to mine once more, kissing me deeper. The sweet wetness of her mouth took a shred of my self-control. I didn’t want to give in. But I wanted to give in. I held her face still and kissed her back, wrapping my tongue around hers. Her hands fumbled blindly for my face as well. We held on to each other as we kissed, pulling and pushing. I felt torn and whole at the same time. My blood was pumping in my veins and my head was fogged with her.
I rolled us over until I was hovering above her body. Her legs opened without argument, making room so I could settle on top of her. My dick was so hard it felt near exploding. The passion in this kiss took me over until I couldn’t think about anything but her. I tore free to take a breath. But I continued and kissed down her jaw, unable to stop. My lips traveled down her throat, over her collar bone, and between the warm flesh of her breasts. Without asking, because deep down I knew she’d say yes this time, I slid my hands under her tank top and pushed it over her head, freeing her body.
She smelled unbelievably good. Like clean skin, fruit, and a hint of beer. I was intoxicated. I peppered the space between her breasts with kisses, her warmth melting against my lips. Her skin was hot and temptingly soft. In that moment I wanted to taste every last inch of her body. I wanted her taste to be the only thing I ever r
emembered.
As if she knew it, she reached behind her back and undid her bra, tossing it behind me as she shoved her large, heavy tits in my face. Her nipples were pale pink and flushed. They hardened under my stare. I wanted them. I licked my lips and then looked into her eyes. She nodded slightly, giving me permission. I didn’t wait any longer. I wasn’t even sure I could. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it hard, breaking apart the moment she did. Her back arched and her fingers were in my hair, tugging on my scalp in a way that should hurt but didn’t.
She tasted better than I imagined. I pulled her hard flesh into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her. Her tits were perfect. They were full and round, summer-kissed like the rest of her. While I sucked one nipple I played with the other, getting that one ready for me by rolling it around my fingers and tugging gently. I switched sides and pulled her into my mouth, feeling her arch further. Her free hand ran over my shoulders and back, touching me and tempting me as I completely lost control. Becca’s body was a feast and I was a starving, lonely bastard graced with her presence.
I was gorging tonight.
Releasing her, I kissed down her flat, creamy stomach. She was soft and clean. She had a tattoo on her right side, snaking around her torso. I kissed the image of the girl on her knees staring up at the sky. The girl looked just like a little Becca, but her eyes were large and there were dark hands reaching around to grab her. I could sense her pain, the overwhelming realization that she had to get up on her own. I promised myself in that moment that no matter what happened I’d never make her do that. If she wanted help I’d be there. And then I pushed the promise aside, because she needed help right now and I wasn’t going to give it to her.
Continuing south, I kissed over her pelvic bone and then grabbed the tops of her shorts, not bothering to ask for permission. She gave it to me the moment she took her shirt off. I tugged them down her thighs and dropped them somewhere. I wasn’t going to risk looking away to see where they landed.
Her naked body was sprawled out in front of me. My jaw unhinged. Her curves were in the best spots, drawing my eyes to the perfection laid out before me. Her skin was pale and glowing. Her waist was small and her tits made my mouth water, and I wanted to fall back down and suck her nipple back into my mouth. Her black hair had come undone, splayed around her head. Her cheeks were flushed a deep rose and her lips were puffy and tender from our kiss. She was by far the sexiest, most attractive woman I had ever seen in my life. Beautiful and bad, gorgeous and rough, strong and confident.
Without knowing it I sank to my knees in front of her. I grabbed her calves and dragged her to the end of the bed. She shaved all of her pubic hair. There wasn’t a single speck to get in my way. Her pussy looked pale pink. Her lips glistened with her arousal. Beneath my stare she twisted around in the sheets, grabbing at them as I held her pleasure hostage. I couldn’t wait any longer either.
I’ve done this a couple times, but it was more of an obligation rather than something I really wanted.
This time I wanted this for her, for me, for the pleasure I knew I would give her.
I didn’t warm her up or tease her. I didn’t have it in me. I simply took my tongue and buried it as deep inside of her as it would go. I lost all semblance of control. I attacked her pussy with my tongue. Her taste melted on the tip in a way that made my jeans painfully tight. It was sugar, honey, fruit and sweetness, the best damn pussy I’d ever tasted. I licked her up and down, unable to settle on one spot.
Suddenly she reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up.
Her eyes were heavy with lust. “Stick your tongue out.”
I followed her orders. Right now I’d give her my fucking soul.
She guided me forward. Before my tongue could connect with her swollen slick clitoris she met my eyes. “Could she make you feel this way?”
Who? I thought, confused. All I gave a shit about right now was Becca. So I shook my head. Because no one could.
She brought me down on her. I was lost again. I flicked my tongue against her, swallowing her, wanting more. I gave up when her hands started to yank on my hair, and pulled her sensitive clit into my mouth. As I sucked on her she arched her back again, bowing as I drew her nub inside. I eased two fingers between her legs and slowly began entering her. She clenched around me as I filled her with them. Her excitement coated me, granting me access. I could feel her orgasm coming. Her pussy clenched and she pulsed beneath my tongue. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I sucked harder, fingering her faster, wanting more—just more.
After her second orgasm she reached down to stop me. I knocked her hands away. Just one more, baby. I grabbed her calves and pulled her closer, changing the direction of my tongue on her clit. She tried to move out of my hold but I held her in place, wanting to feel her clench one more time. I couldn’t hear her orgasm. I could only feel it. It was the only way I could make sure I was doing it right. I pushed her legs apart to give me complete access, and then I made her explode.
She reached down and pushed me away and closed her legs clumsily. I rose and stared down at her, unhinged. Her eyes were drooping and her mouth was open as if in shock. She was slicked in sweat and her expression didn’t stray. She looked stuck, as if frozen in the memory of her current orgasm. When it waned she opened her eyes as far as they would go and closed her mouth.
I expected many things. All of which involved me naked and burying myself inside of her. She’d be ready. Wet, pulsing, and mine. I needed it. I was so hard I wasn’t sure I’d live through it.
But she didn’t do anything I was imagining. She held her hand out to me and pleaded for something. The only thing I wanted her pleading for was more. I could tell in her gaze the more she wanted wasn’t the kind I wanted.
I gave her my hand. Becca pulled me onto the bed and then she rolled over into my arms, burying herself against my chest. Within seconds she fell asleep. Her body relaxed and her warm, soft breaths kissed my throat. I was confused. All the blood in my brain had traveled south and now I had to think and it was impossible.
Even confused, when she shifted in my arms and curled up closer against me, I had a nagging feeling she did that on purpose. How could I think about another woman after what she just pulled? Everything was a move in this game. But she was in my arms. Her naked body was sated by me and I could live with her current move. I settled down deeper and closed my eyes after a while, holding Becca tightly. Eventually my own body relaxed. For the first time in months I fell into sleep easily.
Movement woke me up. I opened my eyes, momentarily muddled. These were Kent’s sheets. It was dark outside and inside, but the door was still open and light from the living room managed to seep in. Josh was standing in the doorway, staring at Becca’s naked body. Most of it was covered by me, but the parts that weren’t were open to him.
I glared darkly and he smirked, shrugging away from the doorway and disappearing into his bedroom. Dickhead asshat douchebag.
I watched Becca stretch and yawn, unfolding her body from mine. She settled on her back and stared up at me. She looked different. Her eyes were gentle and her expression almost appeared to be imploring. Strands of her hair were twisted and messy, framing her beautiful, flushed face. I couldn’t help it. I leaned over and kissed her. She gave in without argument, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. This kiss was less ravenous. It matched the softness in her eyes.
When she pulled away, she touched her lips and smiled shyly. A part of me fell for her right then and there. Hard and fast—I was hers.
“What time is it?” she asked.
I fished my phone out of my pocket. There were five texts from Tess, one from Kent, and finally an answer from Uma. I closed the notifications and showed her the time in irritation. It was five in the morning. Tess was probably asleep.
“Oops.” But she grinned mischievously and then took my phone, quickly pulling up my texts.
I tried to grab for it. She rolled over and sat up,
reading my messages to Tess. I chased her around Kent’s room. She was like a naked fairy. She moved out of my hold just in time, flitting around, gold shimmers trailing after her. As good as she looked, I was losing my temper. Give me the phone! Eventually I managed to snag her around her waist with one hand and snatched my phone with the other. It was too late. She had read them all, even the messages from weeks ago. Her softness was gone. In its place was the Becca who would eat me up and spit out my bones.
With one look she maneuvered out of my hold. She bent over and scooped up her clothes and then left the room, tossing me back so the sharks could eat my remains.
What the shit was that?
Instead of figuring it out I fixed Kent’s sheets, smirking as I thought of how to break it to him. His bed smelled like his least favorite person, who might be becoming one of my favorite people at the same time she ripped me apart.
The bathroom door was closed and steam seeped beneath it, drifting ominously into the hall. Somehow the idea of Becca washing me from her body seemed final, as though Tess made up her mind and I was still trying to figure out what she knew that I didn’t.
Frustration settled in my blood. I had to stop this; her pull, her temptingly tempting everything was dismantling me one kiss at time. Now I knew what she looked like naked, tasted like, and felt like in my arms. How could she separate us when she insisted on playing this game? I stumbled groggily through the living room and shut off all the lights, and then I sat in the dark on the couch, staring into nothing. I was still dressed, my brain was fogged, and my heart was hammering in my chest. I felt alive and yet imprisoned by the feeling at the same time. I couldn’t have it forever. I couldn’t even have it right now.
My phone was still in my fist.
Tess: Where are U?
Tess: It’s 8.
Tess: Midnight. If you’re not coming just tell me.
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