Heartache

by Danielle Allen

  I licked my lips, anticipating the moment I could taste her. I wanted to take my time and tease her, but I couldn’t help but plant a kiss at the apex of her thighs before standing.

  I took a second to appreciate her body, starting at her feet and working my way all the way up. When our eyes connected, something in me snapped. Nothing else mattered.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back. With her neck exposed, I trailed feathery kisses from her collarbone to behind her ear. When I got to her earlobe, I bit down gently, causing her to cry out.

  Her hands fluttered down my abs and pushed down my loosely tied basketball shorts. She ran her hand over the head of my dick and I shivered from her touch. I couldn’t help the low groan that erupted out of me, causing me to pull her hair harder.

  Dammit, she’s going to make me nut early.

  My mouth found hers and I kissed her roughly, hungrily, desperately. She wrapped her arms around my neck to grind her body against me. Between her kiss and her naked flesh pressed against mine, I thought I was going to burst as I kept spearing her just above her bellybutton. Bianca must have noticed the effect she had on me because she did it again.

  Grabbing her by her perfect ass, I lifted her up and kissed her before I laid her across my bed.

  I needed time to calm down so I climbed on the bed and positioned myself beside her. I leaned down to kiss her softly in an attempt to slow down the rate at which everything was moving, but as soon as our lips touched, my hands were all over her again before settling between her thighs.

  We moaned in unison as I parted her lips, sliding my finger inside of her.

  “God, you’re wet,” I barely choked out as I added another finger and continued working both of them inside of her.

  In response, she incoherently moaned my name against my mouth.

  I need to taste her.

  Stopping the kiss abruptly, I trailed wet kisses down her trembling body.

  “Yes, Roman,” she encouraged as I hovered over her wetness, blowing softly onto her clean shaven flesh. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her as I watched her breasts bounce each time I curved my finger upward.

  Once I settled between her legs, I let my tongue slide across every inch of her slit. She arched her back fiercely and bucked against my tongue. I heard her fists hit the bed repeatedly as I alternated between sucking and flicking her clit.

  “Yes, Ro, there,” she purred as I curved my fingers upward into her g-spot.

  Replacing my fingers with my tongue, I played with her until I felt the tension building in her entire lower body. Looking up at her, I was in awe. Her hair was wild, her face was flushed and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her eyes were shut tight and when her body arched upward, her jaw dropped and her mouth was wide open. It was so hot to watch her reacting to my touch.

  Returning my tongue to her clit, I used my fingers to massage her from the inside, giving her a preview of what was to come. Her moans became more insistent as I felt her tightening around my fingers. I rolled her clit between my lips while she feverishly gyrated against my hand and tongue.

  “Ro,” she cried. “Ro, I’m—”

  She clamped her legs around my head and shook violently. Even with her thighs muffling sound, I could still hear her panting loudly. When her legs went slack, she opened her eyes and my heart faltered.

  “You taste so good, B,” I growled as I crawled up her body. I kissed each of her chocolate colored nipples before crashing my lips into hers. If it were possible, she kissed me deeper and harder than she had before. Wrapping her legs around me, she raised her hips so that my sensitive dick would make contact with her.

  I groaned.

  Unraveling her legs from around my waist, I spread her legs wide, opening her up for me. Eyeing her splayed out in front of me, I couldn’t help but stroke myself. I wanted her so bad that I was starting to lose control. I wasn’t thinking clearly.

  “Bianca,” I sighed as I sank into her. She was warm and wet and tight.

  So tight, I thought as I slid each inch slowly into her, letting her adjust to my size.

  My fingers flexed against her thighs as she quivered against me. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her. Her mouth remained open the entire time I fed her my dick. It took everything in me to go slow. My eyes and hands worshipped her body and I was straining to keep my composure.

  Once I was as deep as I could possibly go, I pulled out just as slowly as I worked myself in. Over and over, I teased her with long, deep strokes. The smacking sound of her wetness faintly accompanied her moans and it drove me crazy.

  “Shit,” I groaned. The deep, guttural sound reverberated through my chest as I slowly worked my way in and out of her.

  “Please…don’t stop,” Bianca begged.

  I hadn’t heard a sound as sweet as the mewling sound of Bianca begging.

  I had to pull out of her altogether.

  When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, I knew I was gone. I knew there was no turning back. As badly as I needed to regroup so I didn’t finish early, something in her eyes stirred the desire in my gut and I slid back into her.

  Letting the tempo build, she met my thrusts easily as if her body was made for mine. With one hand on her hip, I let the other hand alternate between palming her breasts and stimulating her clit. She moved even faster as a result. Grunting loudly, Bianca struggled to keep her eyes open.

  Holding her hips with both hands, I slammed into her with enough force that my balls slapped her ass. Each time she screamed my name, I did it again. She clenched tightly causing me to groan.

  “You…feel…so…good,” I grunted as I drove into her harder with each stroke. I watched her breasts jiggle deliciously as I pounded into her.

  “Roman,” she whispered, rotating her hips. “Please...don’t stop.”

  “Beg for it.”

  Her toes curled and she clenched down around me.

  “Please, Ro. Please…please,” Bianca begged in her sexy, breathy voice.

  “Oh, shit,” I panted. Every time she said ‘please’ there was a hint of desperation in her voice that called to something carnal and basic deep inside of me.

  Moments later, I felt the pulsating suction of her around my dick and I knew she was about to freefall into her climax. I rammed into her harder, the sound of her wetness echoing between our grunts and the slapping sound of flesh against flesh.

  Her pleasure was written all over her face. And as good as it felt to be inside of her, making her jaw drop and her eyes roll into the back of her head felt even better. Her second orgasm was similar to the first except that when Bianca’s legs closed around me, it pulled me deeper into her. She let out a mostly silent scream as she trembled.

  My heart swelled and then faltered again. I loved that I dictated her orgasm. I loved that I made her beg for me. I loved that I made her moan. But most of all, I loved when her body surrendered to me and she clamped down around my dick when she climaxed.

  “Oh my God,” Bianca moaned repeatedly, punctuating each word with a trembling gasp. Her breathing was irregular and her body was on fire.

  “We’re not done yet,” I grunted.

  Falling forward, I encased her head with my arms and I covered her body with mine. Our lips collided as we shared sloppy kisses. I growled into her mouth. She was so tight and wet with her own juices that my dick could hardly stand it.

  As our kisses became needier and more insistent, she thrust her hips up to meet mine. Letting out a strangled moan, I pulled out of the kiss. She whimpered in response.

  “Ro-Roman,” she panted in my face.

  Our lips were only an inch apart and it took willpower to not kiss her, but I needed to see her face.

  She writhed under me as I gritted my teeth, increasing my speed. Her fingernails dug into my back as she started to convulse around me again, milking me. Watching her face contort in pleasure, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  With my bre
athing short and ragged, it was like I was in a trance. My eyes closed and I barely recognized my own voice as I grunted her name, exploding inside of her. Still panting, I didn’t pull out until I had completely filled her up.

  Grabbing my face, she pulled me closer and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. My dick stirred. She kissed me with reckless abandon and I matched her intensity. It was as though all of the sexual tension that had built up between us had culminated in that kiss. Her tongue met my tongue again and again as she moaned into my mouth. Just hearing Bianca’s little whimpers were enough to have me hard all over again.

  When she pulled out of the kiss, I opened my eyes. With my face only inches away from hers, her breath tickled my skin as we inhaled and exhaled in time with one another. She looked so beautiful that close up that my mouth went dry. I licked my lips and swallowed hard.

  Her brown eyes were opened wide, staring at me, seeing me. Like every other time she looked at me like that, I was scared shitless. But this time, instead of running away from it, I moved toward it.

  Softly, I pressed my lips against hers and I made love to her.

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  Chapter Eighteen

  My phone vibrated against the nightstand. I was so tired that even though I was awake enough to hear the phone, I couldn’t make myself wake up enough to pick it up. When the vibration finally stopped, I listened to the sounds of the early morning. The hum of the wind against the side of the house mixed with the light rapping of the rain against the window panes. The noises were soothing and I felt more relaxed than I’d felt in a long time.

  Turning onto my side, I rolled into the softest skin I’d ever touched. I moved closer and I caught a whiff of vanilla and coconut scented hair. Burying my face into it, I inhaled deeply, trying to commit the smell to memory. My arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her sleeping form closer to me. Spooning her, my entire front touched her entire back and I felt her warmth. Feathering kisses over the nape of her neck, I heard her unconscious contented sighs. My hand wandered from her belly and rested on her chest. As I drifted back to sleep, I noticed that her heartbeat matched my own.

  The next time my phone vibrated against the nightstand, my eyes flew open.

  Untangling myself from Bianca, I reached over and looked at the screen.

  Easy.

  “What’s up?” I croaked into the phone softly, trying not to wake Bianca.

  “Rise and shine, man,” Brad greeted me in return.

  “Hold on.”

  I looked at the clock as I gently eased out of bed.

  Shit! It’s almost noon, I realized as I grabbed my basketball shorts off of the floor.

  Walking out of the room, I closed the door gently behind me. Stepping into my shorts, I put the phone back to my ear.

  “What’s up?” I asked, my voice sounding more alert than before.

  “Two things: I checked Hannah’s email on her phone last night and I didn’t see anything. I don’t—”

  “I don’t trust her,” I interrupted as I jogged down the stairs.

  “Why?”

  I couldn’t tell if he was defensive, curious, or both.

  I plopped down on the couch with a thud. “She rubs me the wrong way.”

  He laughed. “Who doesn’t?”

  I cracked a smile he couldn’t see before ignoring his comment. “Last night, she gave me a look and I don’t know…If she wasn’t the one who did it, I’m almost positive she knows who did it.”

  “I can guarantee you that she wasn’t the one who wrote on your mirror and sent you that email, but if you think she knows something, I believe you. Her sexy ass is sneaky. But I can’t get enough of it.”

  “Whatever makes you happy, man. Just watch your back with her.”

  “Oh no, it’s not serious. She just fucked me because I’m friends with you—I think she’s an art groupie or something—but the sex is so good, we just keep going back for more. Have you ever had sex so good that you feel invincible?”

  Last night, I answered silently, pushing the thought out of my head.

  “Hannah’s so good that I actually took her on a few dates,” Brad continued with a laugh. “Sex that good is a setup. That’s how they reel you in and get a hold on you. They make you feel invincible while they figure out your vulnerability. That’s how they take you down.”

  Even though Brad sounded like he was kidding around, I found so much truth in what he had said. There was an unexpected twinge in my chest. Rubbing the heel of my hand into the spot, I tried not to let my thoughts wander.

  Bianca definitely has a hold on me, making me feel vulnerable. Making me feel, period.

  “So anyway, I took her to dinner with me and then to a club I was DJing at then back to my place. Dropped her off early this morning and as you know, you two live in the same neighborhood, so I drove past your house…”

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I could feel the question coming.

  He seemed to wait for me to finish his sentence, filling in the blank. When I didn’t, he concluded, “And I saw Bianca’s car. You finally got her naked, didn’t you?”

  Through gritted teeth, I warned, “Don’t think because we’re on the phone I won’t beat your ass when I see you. I told you not to disrespect her. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Why is it so easy to rile you up, Roman? Damn! I used to say the same things about Allie and you didn’t get all uptight about it. They’re called jokes, man. Lighten up!”

  “Don’t joke like that. Not about B. I’m dead ass serious.”

  “Well damn, sorry.” He was quiet for a few seconds before he added, “I know nothing happened now because anyone who got laid wouldn’t be this uptight so early in the day.”

  Even without seeing Brad’s face, I knew he was sulking. As much of an ass as he was, he never seemed to be that way intentionally.

  I tolerate a lot of bullshit from Easy because he’s my best friend, but I won’t let him disrespect B.

  “I need to go take care of some things. Thanks for checking Hannah’s phone,” I said, standing up from the couch.

  “No problem,” he replied. “I’ll see if I can get her talking tonight. She might slip up and admit something.”

  “You’re seeing her again tonight?”

  He laughed. “What can I say? Right now I’m feeling invincible.”

  I gave a forced laugh as I shook my head. “Later.”

  My smile faltered as I disconnected the call.

  What if Easy’s right? I wondered, starting to pace the living room. Sex as good as it was with Bianca is definitely a setup.

  Sex with Bianca was the best I’d ever had. She was sexy and flexible and tight and wet. Her body was incredible and I couldn’t stop staring at her all night, but what really made the sex the best was the way she made me feel and the way I felt when I watched her climax. I’d never taken so much pleasure in someone else’s.

  Every time I would have sex with a woman, I followed the rules of being an unselfish lover and made sure she came first. But it was different with Bianca. I didn’t just want her to get off, I wanted to see her get off. I didn’t just want her, I craved her, I needed her. And the fucked up thing about it was that when I looked into her eyes, I saw that she needed me too.

  Climbing the steps, I felt dread settle over me. The closer I got to my bedroom, the harder my heart started to pound in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I paused with my hand on the doorknob.

  I can do this. When she wakes up, I’ll just tell her it was a mistake. I’ll explain that things got out of hand, but I still meant everything I said the other day. We can’t be friends anymore. We can’t be anything anymore and we damn sure can’t fuck anymore.

  I rested my forehead against the door and shook my head.

  This is not going to go over well.

  Carefully opening the door, I saw Bianca sleeping peacefully in the center of the bed. The sheet was draped over her body, only exposing one leg. Her hair was wildly spl
ayed out over my pillow and her sexy mouth was slightly parted.

  I had to resist the urge to walk over and kiss her.

  And this is why she has to go, I concluded, forcing myself to look away from her as I walked quickly to the bathroom. I’ll take a cold shower and then I’ll wake her up and talk to her.

  Closing the door behind me, I quickly got naked. Getting the water to the perfect lukewarm temperature, I stepped in with my washcloth. I took a deep breath as the water hit my face and then cascaded down the rest of my body. Letting the water rain down on me, I tried to clear my mind. I didn’t want to think about any of the stressors currently in my life.

  Especially not the whole B situation.

  As soon as I told myself not to think about Bianca, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. My chest felt constricted as I thought about what I was going to say to her. Bracing myself against the tile of the shower, I started breathing rapidly, unable to catch my breath.

  Turning so that my back was to the water stream, I took deep breaths, trying to stop the anxiety attack that was threatening to occur. I was so focused on catching my breath that I didn’t hear the soft scraping of the shower curtain sliding against the rod until it was too late.

  I turned my head to look over my shoulder and I met Bianca’s gaze as she stepped into the shower. I froze, unable to move.

  Did she hear me freaking the fuck out?

  I couldn’t tell from her expression, but soon, my eyes dipped lower, traveling the length of her naked body. My dick came alive.

  Without saying a word, she lathered up her washcloth with soap and began washing my body. Without thinking, I started to wash her in the same way. We washed each other all over. When I washed between her thighs, I didn’t linger. I did the job and she did the same when she was washing the raging hard-on that pointed in her direction. We didn’t talk, we didn’t kiss, we didn’t do anything, but wash one another. While that was happening, I didn’t think about anything. My breathing and my heart rate had returned to normal. It felt like no time had passed when we were both covered in soapy suds.

  “Are you feeling better?” Bianca asked softly, looking up at me. “You looked tense when I found you.”