All This Time

by Marie Wathen

  “You really are something,” he says, stepping closer. He holds a hand out and I accept it. Gripping my hand tightly, he pulls me against him gently. “I am such an asshole for behaving that way. You make me crazy.” He places a kiss against my cheek and looks deeply into my eyes. Another strange look flushes through his features. Decks clutches his free hand over his stomach and rips the other out of mine, using it to cover his mouth as he runs out of my room. I chase after him as he forces open his bedroom door followed by the bathroom door, slamming it closed behind him.

  “Decks, are you okay?” I ask, hearing him vomiting repeatedly. I knock softly and command, “Let me in.”

  “No,” he groans pitifully. “Just leave me alone.”

  “Hell no,” I shout, banging on the door again. “You either let me in or I’m throwing a chair against this damn door until it shatters to pieces or it somehow manages to crush this door in.”

  I hear him grunt before feeling the doorknob twist in my hand. In the short amount of time we were separated by the door, the front of his shirt went from crisp and clean to sweat soaked and reeking of puke. His breathing is labored and his eyes are completely glazed over. I take his hand in mine and guide him over to the sink, pushing him to lean back against it. I dampen a wash cloth and run it from his forehead down to his neck and around the back.

  “Thank you,” he whispers, reaching up and stopping my hand. His eyes are sad matching the frown on his face. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

  “Decks,” I hesitate asking my question, feeling like I don’t know if I really want this answer. “Are you sick? Like, is it serious?”

  He shakes his head, staring deeply into my eyes for a moment before sighing and dropping his gaze to the floor. “No, I took a couple of hits and my body isn’t handling it well.” I nod, accepting that he is telling me the truth and almost grateful that it wasn’t the other. This we can deal with and end quickly, if that’s what he wants.

  “So you got some bad shit?” I ask, smiling slightly. I hope he opens up about what he’s taking.

  “Nah, it’s some new designer drug that has some funky side effects.” He exhales heavily before standing. “It isn’t always so rough.”

  “You mean this has happened before?” I crinkle my eyebrows. “Why do you keep taking it if it does this to you?” I ask, waving my hand in front of him, indicating his total transformation.

  “The high is not always like this, but it happens.” He shrugs taking the cloth and wiping his face again. “Ryske affects everyone differently, and that uniqueness is what will make me so damn much money when we get our shipment in.”

  Fuck! “I’ve heard of it. I met a chic using and thought about trying a sample. I just don’t need to screw up my probation.”

  “I don’t want you trying it, Angel.” He turns his head, staring at me seriously. “This drug is unlike anything that we’ve ever seen before. My connection is a total psychopath who is mass producing this stuff and testing it on as many people as possible until he perfects it for his own special purposes.” He slides a hand up the side of my face. “I don’t want you to be a guinea pig for this poison.”

  This drug is unstable and he’s testing on himself? Jesus!

  “Decks, if that’s true, then I don’t think you should try it again. It’s dangerous for you too.”

  He smiles. “You’re worried about me?”

  “Yeah,” I bob my head, “If you won’t let me try it, then, I don't know, maybe you should listen to your own advice.” I snort.

  “I know what I’m doing.” he says confidently, repeating what every drug user says when they’re totally consumed by their overindulgence.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Packing up my travel bag, I have the radio blasting some hard core beats throughout the speaker system in Decks house. With him gone out of town again this house is like living in a fucking mortuary. I’m so ready to hit the road and see my girl. I also can’t wait to meet Kris’ new love interest, Tate. It will be interesting to see Russ’ reaction to his kid sister being in love. In college he was always so overprotective of her. Hopefully he has chilled the hell out some and will not cause Tate to run screaming and yelling from the Daniels’ house this weekend. Russ has a knack for taunting that tends to get a little out of hand. Unless it’s normal for a brother to clean his gun while asking his sister’s boyfriend if he has ever been with a man before and then asks if he wants to. I would kill my brothers if they behaved so badly.

  The doorbell chimes and I freeze wondering who in the hell would be visiting Decks. He never has guests over. I hit a button on the remote, pausing the thunderous music before bouncing down the stairs. I open the door and am greeted with a strange glare.

  “Yes?” I ask cautiously.

  “I came over to make sure you were okay,” Blues teases, smirking at me while his eyes roam down my body. “The sounds coming from the house made me think Decks may have been killing an animal.”

  I scrunch up my face at his attempt at being funny. “Nope, it’s just me and I’m enjoying some heavy metal.”

  “You really shouldn’t listen to music at that level,” he says as he steps uninvited into the foyer and I shift backward a little. “It could really do some damage to those cute little ears of yours.” Blues stretches out his hand and traces a finger along the edge of my ear. His contact causes my eyes to drift closed and I whimper softly. “Angel,” he whispers. His breath brushes across my face and I gasp when I open my eyes, finding him towering over me.

  “You should go,” I say regretfully. I don’t want him to leave, but it would be a terrible idea to let this continue.

  “No.” Blues whispers pressing his sweet lips to mine tenderly. He moves his hand down my neck stroking my skin with his fingers and scraping his nails as he pushes his hands into my hair. I groan deeply parting my mouth and his tongue dives in searching for mine. He tightens his grip on the back of my head, needing to get closer and I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him against me.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Angel,” he growls against my lips and I nod agreeably. I can’t deny it anymore. I need a good fuck and Blues is the only one who can give it to me. Holding my hand, he steps away to lock the front door and then scoops me up into his strong arms taking the stairs quickly up to my room.

  Once inside he lowers me back down to my feet so he can lock this door too. I smile thinking about the last encounter we had with a door and Blues doesn’t miss my look.

  “You liked that didn’t you Doll?” He grins wickedly running his warm hands over my shoulders, slipping the thin straps of my tank down my arms. He stares into my eyes holding me captive while waiting for my response. I can’t deny it was the best sex I’ve ever had so I nod my head slowly while biting on my lip.

  He breaks eye contact with me to look down my body and a deep growl rumbles in his chest when his gaze lands on my bare legs. I have on the shortest pair of faded blue jean shorts I own. In fact they’re so short they really should be called panties. Leaving my bra on, he pulls my skimpy top down so that it gathers at my hips. “Fuck, I like you in pink,” he growls low while running his finger along the edge of my bra, skimming the tops of my breast before slipping under the lacy material. He reaches in, lifting one boob out before doing the same to the other forcing them to stick up higher. “Fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles just before dropping his face down to my chest.

  Blues dips his tongue between my tits and then licks his way up to my neck in one long stroke. My fingers slip into his silky locks desperately. Both of his hands come up to cup my breast while his thumbs gently traces around my nipples. They pop out instantly to his teasing. He begins torturing the rock hard bits by tugging and pinching them. Nuzzling against my ear, he groans, “I need to taste you now.”

  Prickling my skin tortuously, he tickles his hands down my abs to the button on my shorts, unsnapping them and sliding them down my legs. Kneeling in front of me, he holds my hand like a
gentleman allowing me to step out and remains on his knees. Without a damn care in the world he reaches up and tears my shirt down the middle allowing it to flutter down to the floor. I won’t lie, standing before this gorgeous man while wearing my matching bra and panties with my girls on full display makes me feel like a fucking empress, especially from the way he is worshiping my body with his eyes and upward moving hands.

  “I like these so I won’t destroy them, but they must go now,” he demands, digging his fingers roughly under the hem and tugging my silky undies down swiftly. “Damn that’s sexy as hell, Angel,” Blues groans gliding his finger up my scrolled ink that starts at the back of my thigh, curves up and around stopping at my center. He grins wickedly while stroking his finger down the small thin landing strip of hair above my slit. Twisting his hand around so that his finger can slip into me easily, he inhales sharply. “Fuck,” he moans when he finds what he’s looking for. “You’re so goddamn wet already.”

  Eager after that discovery, Blues rises to his full height and lifts me into his arms, kissing me hard while carrying me over to the bed. He places me on the edge before climbing up, stretching out and laying his head on my pillow.

  “Come here,” he commands, lacing his fingers through mine and tugging me toward him. I straddle his waist and he shimmies his body further down the bed. He continues to guide me upward so that my center is on his chest. “Brace yourself,” he wraps his hand around the back of my thighs and guides me to his hot mouth. My hands reach for the headrest just as he latches onto my clit. With one hard pull of his tongue and lips, he groans and it rattles deep inside, vibrating every cell in my body. He releases his hold to slide his tongue up and down slowly and repeatedly between my folds.

  “Oooh god yes,” I moan loudly, while rotating my hips, grinding my pussy onto his face. He thrusts his tongue deep into me like a man on a mission. And when Blues hits my spot, I detonate with my first orgasm since he told me to get out of his world. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My head rolls back as he continues to devour every last bit of my high with his mouth.

  “Sweet as honey, baby,” he smiles up at me before I roll over, lying flat. “I need more,” he insists twisting around and kneeling beside me. The greedy bastard forces my legs wide open again. His hands move to the back of my thighs pushing them high, exposing me completely to him.

  His tongue darts out and flicks the tip of my hood several times and instantly I melt for him. He grins against my slit as he laps up his treat. “So damn delicious.” He nibbles, sucks and scrapes his teeth along every inch of my pussy causing my build up to reach a painful craving.

  “I need…” I groan like a fucking hussy. There is no shame left in me. This man has taken every bit of my self-control and we haven’t even had sex yet.

  “Yeah, Doll. I need too,” he confesses crawling up my body. He dips his mouth down, kissing me softly while sliding his finger into my hot entrance. “Look at me,” he commands, thrusting two fingers deep within me while rubbing his palm vigorously on my swollen mound.

  My lids are so heavy after one fantastic orgasm and balancing on the edge of my second I’m struggling to keep them open. I stare into his hooded dark eyes while he kisses me deeply and plays my body to the tune of a sultry jazz song echoing through his mind. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, needing him closer when I realize he’s still fully dressed.

  I break away from our sexy kissing and demand, “I need you naked.”

  Blues smirks, slides his hand up my neck and grips the back of my head, tilting it so that he’s staring straight into my eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you need, but I want you to keep your eyes on mine the whole time.” He kisses my lips tenderly before adding, “I want to watch you come apart for me this time, Doll.”

  Staring into his burning sapphire eyes while I climax is the last thing I need. It’s too much. Like the prostitute from Pretty Woman who thought kissing was intimate, I think experiencing a Blues induced orgasm while he stares into my eyes, searching for my soul is too damn intimate. It will do things to my mind that I’m not ready for and he damn sure will not want.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  I reach up and begin unbuttoning Blues shirt hastily. He slides off the bed and shakes his shoulders, allowing it to drop on the floor behind him. I twist around and grab the top button on his slacks, popping it open and sliding down the zipper. I bite back a lustful moan when I see that he’s not wearing underwear and completely shaved. He wiggles just enough to make his trousers skim down his narrow hips and muscular thighs. My breath catches when his cock is revealed. Motherfucker he is huge. How in the hell that thick bastard went in me is unbelievable. He grabs it, his fingertips barely touching around the impressive girth, and strokes a few times while staring down at me. My mouth waters uncontrollably at the sight of Blues stimulating himself, causing me to lick my lips.

  “Taste me baby,” he moans, sounding like a desperate man needing my mouth on him like a lifeline. I pop the clasp of my bra and then drop it to the floor. Edging over toward him on my knees, I push his hand away from his progressively swelling hard-on and wrap my fingers around it firmly. He pants heavily, reaching up and digging his fingers through my thick hair. I lean forward and slide his engorged head between my tits, pushing it up the entire span and devouring it with my cleavage. Blues’ head drops back while his hips thrust forward slowly. “Goddammit,” he groans, pulling me tighter against him.

  I give our stroking rhythm another minute before lowering my lips to his glistening tip. I kiss his head softly before swiping my tongue through the slit. His taste is unlike anything I’ve ever indulged on. He is an expertly-mixed essence of salty and sweet. I devour all of it and he whimpers uncontrollably. At this moment, I own this man. He lowers his hand to the back of my neck, tugging me closer. I twirl my tongue around his head several times before taking all of him into my mouth. Overly zealous, he pushes hard into me and hits the back of my throat before I can get him all the way in. I groan around his thickness before pulling my lips back slowly. “Yes, my angel, suck me,” he pants forcing our rhythm up. I grab his balls in one hand while running the other up his abs reaching for his nipple. I roll both between my fingers and he fists my hair tightly while shouting, “Angel, stop baby!”

  Blues pulls out, halting my playtime and says, “Lay back, I need to feel your pussy on me.” While shifting backwards on my knees, I shake my head and point to the foot of the bed. He slips on a condom and quirks up an eyebrow at me.

  “Lie down and put your feet on the headboard,” I command. He moves quickly, doing exactly as I instructed. Leaving his knees slightly bent, he grins up at me while digging his fingers into my hips. I climb onto him facing away and slip my body between his legs. I tuck mine under his and place my hands around his thighs to pull him closer to the top of the bed. He chuckles behind me while kneading his hands into my backside. “Interesting position, baby, I can’t say I’ve ever done it this way before.” I laugh, knowing that I’m about to give him the best fucking orgasm of his life and he will be begging for this position again.

  I rise up slightly, reaching back for his arousal and position my slick entrance over his begging head. He grips tightly to my hips, his fingers piercing my flesh and bit by bit I ease down onto him, taking in every tremendous inch. “Fuck,” I groan loudly with him filling and stretching me. My walls clench so tightly that I know I must be hurting him, but the sensuous moan coming from behind me paints a different picture. My body temperature and heart rate spikes hearing the pleasure I’m giving him. I swirl my hips grinding against him, assuring that I’ve thoroughly taken all of him before I press my hands against the back of his thighs to push off. I drop down hard and repeat this move several times. Then I grab the headboard and rock our bodies to a mind blowing rhythm.

  “Fucking Christ…so good baby…so good,” he grunts and moans with each slam and grind of our bodies together. His hands roam wildly over me. Occasionally he flattens them on my lower back,
pressing upward to encourage me along and then other times he is grabbing my waist, forcing me harder onto him.

  Feeling my build up racing toward explosive, I cup his balls, rolling them around in my hand eliciting another pleasing grunt from Blues. I glance over my shoulder at him, seeing his scorching eyes latched onto where our bodies are joined together.

  He breaks his gaze, catching mine and pleads, “You are blowing my fucking mind. I’m on the edge right now, Doll.” That’s all I need to hear.

  While staring into his eyes, I slip a finger into my mouth and suck. I glide it out and lick it leaving plenty of moisture. He flashes a devilish smirk, slips his eyes closed and tilts his head backward. Yeah, he knows what’s coming and he wants it. Writhing over him I stroke my wet finger down the seam of his balls, moving lower until I find the small round spot. Pushing in slowly, I hear Blues’ breathing catch and know it won’t be long before he is exploding. And that’s a very good thing because I am about to shatter with him. I rise up, his full length then slowly bounce my ass while thrusting my finger gently in and out.

  Reaching his orgasm quickly, Blues pinches my hips and bellows, “Oh….Angel.” Hearing him come, urges my pace faster and within a couple of seconds I detonate too. I grind out my rapture on him riding out all of the aftershocks. “Damn,” he chuckles weakly, still holding onto me. My legs begin shaking uncontrollably still sitting on him.

  “Come here.” He pulls me backwards so that I’m laying flat on him, my back on his chest. He wraps both arms around me, one on my stomach, the other trapping my arms and boobs. “It’s never felt so good before you,” he whispers while kissing my cheek and I chuckle softly.

  My mind spins out of control from his hopeful words. Blues admitting that our sex was that good only adds to my high. I’m thoroughly sated and being encased in his strong embrace is doing crazy shit to me. My heart literally leaped at his confession.