Playing Heart to Get

by Kara Liane

  “So as I was saying…I thought it was the best thing for you. If you were me, you would have done the same thing. It killed me to hear you broken like that when you called me to come get you. I haven’t heard you that hurt since…since…what happened to you last year,” she whispered the last part.

  My heart swelled, and I loved my dear cousin even more. I would yell at her more later, but in this moment I knew I was blessed to have this girl.

  “I love you Megs. I want to throttle you, but I do understand now,” I whispered back, choked up by emotion.

  God, now I didn’t know what to think of my interactions with Alexi since that day I walked down the stairs at the lake house.

  Maybe the “her” was Meg that he kept referring to. I clutched my stomach with one hand hoping it would settle. I knew my heart and stomach ached in equal measure. This was all just too much. I told Alexi to call me when he sobered up. So I hoped he would remember that part. If I didn’t hear from him in the next few days, I’d try to reach out to him again. I wanted so badly to run into his arms right now.

  Had he really only pushed me away because Meg told him to? What was going on with him and Britney? If he was supposed to be with her, then why did he keep reaching out to me?

  That was the part I kept harping on. While I was thinking these things, I realized I still had Meg on the phone.

  “Are you okay?” she asked tentatively.

  “I will be. Or at least I’ll try to be. I think I’m going to lay down for a bit. I might need to see a doctor. And before you say ‘Dr. Hotness,’ that’s not what I mean,” I clarified.

  She laughed and I waited. Then I continued, “My stomach has been bothering me and I’m so tired. This stress is taking its toll. I can’t sleep. Maybe I have an ulcer.”

  “Cay, you have got to take care of yourself, sweetie. Well go lie down and rest, and try to find a way to forgive me. I know I can be a bitch, but I do things out of love. Call me if you need me,” she reminded me.

  I smiled at her way with words. I replied, “Okay Megs. Will do. Talk to you later!”

  We hung up and I started to get comfortable on my bed. Before I could settle completely in and get comfy, the doorbell rang. I was beginning to detest the sound of doorbells. Oh God, what if it’s him? It’s stupid to say, but I didn’t know if I was more scared of the him being Alexi, or the him being Greg.

  Well, it didn’t matter at this point because I was going to end up calling the cops—or a priest. I would need back up to deal with either man. All joking aside, of course I was scared out of my ever-loving mind if it was Greg. So I carefully made my way out to my front door and looked through the peephole.

  “Shit,” I said aloud.

  ***

  Alexi

  After I rang the doorbell to her lower level apartment, in a fucking highly questionable neighborhood I might add, I was already feeling more centered. Just being near her again helped. But I didn’t like where she lived. Even the last time I was here, I was struck by disappointment that she moved from her beautiful home in Texas to this shithole. However, I would never insult her or her family. They kept the place really nice and clean, despite the location. Milly and Fred were hardworking people, and they were the greatest parents to Caylan. I owed them a debt of gratitude, and I’m sure to Meg as well, for taking care of Caylan over the last month of our separation.

  I’m not even going to call it a goddamn break up because it wasn’t mutual. We never even declared or defined what we were. I would rectify that situation first thing.

  I could hear movement on the other side of the door. I didn’t know if it was Caylan or her parents. I felt like such a fucking amateur. I was so fucking nervous to be standing at her threshold. I had already hurt her so much and fucked up this relationship beyond recognition.

  How I went four weeks without setting eyes on her, I didn’t know. If she didn’t take me back I would be a shell of a man. I took a deep breath and asked the man upstairs to be on my side, as I would plead my case to my angel. I heard the most angelic female voice and knew it was Caylan. She happened to say “shit,” but as always I thought it was adorable. On the rare occasions she let out a curse word, I found it to be rather sexy. She opened the door and I was home.

  God, she was a breath of fresh air. I could smell her vanilla and cream skin from where I stood. She looked edible in her tank top and tight, black pants. Christ, my cock was engorged instantaneously. There were no words. I felt like I never had words. It was the first time every time. Everything I had planned on saying went right out the fucking window when she opened the door. But as they say, when one door closes another opens. Thank the fucking Lord for that!

  ***

  Caylan

  All the breath left my lungs in a whoosh. I was instantly assaulted by his manly scent, and I just stood there like an idiot. I absorbed his mere presence and savored his nearness. I could see a bead of sweat drip down his forehead, and my panties were saturated from the sight.

  Long forgotten now was my stress, worries, and fears. Everything disappeared when I opened that door. Everything I wanted to say didn’t exist now. I was no longer tired or had an upset stomach. Now I just ached. My body ached for his body. The hunger was growing. It was building up until it was going to explode.

  “Angel…,” he said in a strangled voice.

  That was it! I launched myself at him and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. We would have to talk later. I wanted to talk right now only using my body. We attacked each other’s lips. I moaned so loud into his mouth, it was glorious. He had one hand in my hair and one hand supporting my butt. I had both my arms wrapped securely around his neck. I couldn’t get close enough. I was desperately trying to crawl inside him.

  It was unbelievable that we hadn’t touched in four weeks. It felt like a lifetime in some ways. In other ways, it was just yesterday. These intense feelings were so contradictory. Even though we had only made love once, this coming together again was still so familiar—it was as if we had done it a thousand times. Thankfully, my yoga pants were stretchy and thin, which allowed me to feel his rock-solid cock between my legs. It was getting easier to be naughty with my words. So I thought I’d test it verbally now.

  “God, I love your cock, baby,” I moaned out.

  He actually growled, moaned, and groaned. It was the most sexiest thing I’d ever heard. My panties were so soaked I’m sure they were leaving a wet spot on his jeans. I noticed we were still in the doorway and probably giving a free show to any onlookers.

  I’m sure he finally realized too because he rasped out, “Where’s your parents?” He managed to say this in between kisses and his heavy breathing.

  “Out all day visiting my brother,” I barely got the words out.

  He moaned again and replied, “Fuck yeah.”

  He carried me into the living room and kicked the door shut behind him. Then he turned and backed me up to the door to brace me against it. He stopped kissing my mouth and moved to my ear, down my jaw, to my neck, and across my collar bone. He repeated it over again with licking and sucking motions. I was beyond on fire with need. I was panting so loudly and breathing so heavy, I almost passed out. I had never been this crazed before. I was in some kind of a lust-induced frenzy. I couldn’t get enough of him. I sucked his ear lobe while he went to town on my neck. He gently bit, and I matched his movements. It was erotic and sensual.

  “I have to be in you,” he growled out.

  “Yes,” was my only response.

  He returned to kissing my lips and sucking on my tongue, and moved us to my bedroom in one swift stride it seemed. He didn’t see my room last time—it’s probably too girlyish for his taste anyway, but I knew he wasn’t even focused on anything right now but me. He plunked me down on the mattress but instead of letting go, he just followed me down.

  He stared into my eyes after breaking our impassioned kiss, and proclaimed, “Fuck! I need to taste y
our pussy first, Angel.”

  He didn’t wait for a yes, no, or go to hell. He just slid down my body and started pulling my yoga pants down my legs expediently. I just had on a simple black thong so I’d have no panty lines, and instead of pulling them down, he just ripped them right off me. I moaned and thought for sure the bed would be soaked by now with my feminine juices. There was something so hot about being bare down below but still covered up top. He roughly moved my legs apart and spread me wide, and I loved every minute.

  There was no dragging this out. He just went to work. His tongue to my clit had me writhing in pleasure and pain. The sensations were too much. I kept saying his name over and over again. I was so close already. If he sucked on that nub of nerves, I’d lose my mind and fly apart. Before I knew it, he was fingering me and it felt so good. He then sucked on my clit, and that was it!

  I saw stars, I touched the heavens, and I orbited the moon. I screamed his name so loud, the police would probably be dispatched. He didn’t let up, though. He just kept licking, sucking, and touching. I was so spent, but this is what I needed after weeks of hell.

  When my body finally relaxed back on the bed, and I came back down from wherever I went, he began to undress. I wanted so much to pay attention since I had a front row seat to his godliness. Each piece of clothing he removed had me licking my lips. I finally sat up a little and braced myself on my elbows and forearms. At least this way I could get a closer look and admire it all. I will admit that I totally drooled this time. I started moving my hips because I couldn’t keep still. My body just answered to him on its own.

  I looked in his eyes and slowly, inch by inch, worked my gaze down his body devouring him. When I got to his feet I went right back up to his beautiful cock. It was so big, hard, and throbbing. It jutted out so far, and I was aching for it so badly. But I wanted to please him, and I thought about my previous dream. I had never of course given oral sex before—alright I’ll be a big girl and say head or blowjob.

  I knew this would be a learning experience and hoped he would enjoy it. I wanted so badly to taste him and feel him move in my mouth. I licked my lips and looked in his eyes. I had to ask because I didn’t know if he would be interested in me doing that.

  “Alexi…,” I started. He groaned at the sound of his name. “I want to taste you. I want to try to please you. If you don’t want me to, then I won’t be offended. I know I probably won’t be any good at it anyway,” I said all this as I was turning red from shame and embarrassment.

  He groaned again. “Christ, you’re fucking killing me,” he murmured.

  He was agitated and ran his hands through his hair, and then swiftly moved his hands to his sides to flex his fingers.

  “Fuck! Angel, everything you fucking do is perfect. You don’t have to touch me, just even you looking at me gets my dick hard. If those pretty lips touch my cock I’ll probably come on the spot. I fucking lose myself when I’m with you. Fuck, they’re probably going to revoke my man card,” he said exasperated.

  “I would love for you to suck me, baby. But only if you’re sure. We can take it nice and slow. Hell, that’s probably all we can do. I’ll guide you and show you what to do,” he rasped out.

  I knew his control was slipping. As always, this power I had over him was a heady thing. I couldn’t believe that little ol’ me could affect him so much. To be able to do this to this strong, sexy, beast of a man, was euphoric.

  “What do I do?” I asked shyly.

  He growled. “I can sit on the edge of the bed or lay down so you can be more comfortable,” he suggested. I blushed and he gave me a knowing look.

  “Say it, Angel,” he prompted. I started playing with my fingers.

  God, here I was sitting with no panties or pants on and was feeling shy. What is wrong with me?

  “Umm, I had a dream about you right after we first met. I dreamt that you stood up and I pleasured you while kneeling,” I said in a rush.

  “Fuck me, Christ this is agony,” he whispered to himself.

  As he said that, I saw a drop of semen leak out from the slit at his cock. I was so fascinated by the action. I wanted to know what his cum tasted like and smelled like. I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t even think. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, I took my finger like he had done to me weeks ago, and swiped at the moisture. Then I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it.

  He gasped and before I knew what was happening, I was on my back again and he was above me plunging into my pussy—I’m going to totally say pussy now too. There is no other word for it when he’s filling me like this.

  “Fuck! Angel, you feel so fucking good. There is nothing better in this fucking world than being inside you. I couldn’t wait a second longer not to be in you. We’ll always have later to do other things. But right now, this is what we both need,” he groaned out.

  He was right. We both needed this. I needed to be taken. I needed to be possessed. I needed to be slammed into over and over again. As cliché as it was to say, we just fit together. He was made to give, and I was made to receive whatever he gave me. Every sound, every smell, and every touch was bliss.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off of him while he was in action, even as much as I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself to him. His dick felt so good in me. I couldn’t imagine him ever having to wear a condom. I tried not to think about the fact that I still didn’t know what he’d been doing the last four weeks, but my body brought me back to the present.

  He murmured, “Ride me, Angel.”

  He flipped us over, and I was now straddling his lap. Somehow he managed to keep us connected, as I sunk further down on his cock. I screamed from the depth and intensity. This position was so different. I knew I still had so many left to experience with him, though.

  He pulled my tank top over my head and removed my bra easily. My breasts were bare and ready for him to play with. He cupped them and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. They pebbled, and he tweaked each one. I threw my head back in complete ecstasy. My long hair tumbled down the back, and it probably was tickling his muscular thighs. He sat up slightly and sucked on each nipple. His tongue then flicked each peak, and I was going to come again.

  He stopped sucking and nipping my breasts and commanded, “Move on top of me, baby. Move yourself up and down as fast or as slow as you want. Brace your hands on my chest to help.”

  I heeded his words and placed my hands on his chest. I lifted myself up and then lowered myself.

  “Oh my God!” I yelled.

  “Yes…,” is all he replied.

  He closed his eyes, and I was hyper-focused on every expression he made. It was intoxicating seeing him come undone like this. I started to move faster, and he gripped one of my hips. With his right hand, he rubbed my clit and I felt shockwaves of pleasure burst from every part of my body.

  He yelled “Fuck,” and I screamed his name, and we both came together—it was beautiful.

  I kissed his lips and he pulled me down on his chest. We were slick. Our sweat was a reminder of what we’d just done. I reveled in it. I sighed in contentment and he kissed my forehead. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Neither one of us even attempted it. We just laid there until we both fell asleep with him still firmly wedged inside me. He was even further wedged in my heart again.

  Chapter 18: Cocked, Locked and Loaded

  Alexi

  We had dozed for an hour or so and when I woke up with her in my arms, I was reluctant to let her go. I didn’t know if what we just did constituted as makeup sex, but I wasn’t going to fucking question it. Whatever it was, rocked my goddamn world!

  I finally looked around her room instead of getting up, since I wanted to hold her longer. She was still peacefully sleeping. Her breath puffed out against my neck, and every now and then, she’d let out a cute snore.

  The room was so Caylan. The frilly, girly stuff was charming. It was not disturbing at all in the sense that I was afraid I was dating a fucking teenage
r or something; basically it wasn’t too juvenile. I thought she tasted great. I mean she had great taste. Well fuck, both of those things accurately applied.

  But anyways, the pastel colors were springy and bright and fitting for her personality. I knew she needed to be surrounded by happy things. She deserved to always be surrounded by happiness. I was going to make it my mission to do that going forward. I didn’t want to scare the shit out of her and profess my love and intentions as soon as she woke up. There was still a lot to talk about, which I kept stressing about.

  The room housed white furniture and everything was so feminine. Granted, I didn’t want our bedroom fucking decorated like this, but her penchant for all things girly was endearing. I would embrace it if it meant I got to keep her. If we ever had children and there was ever a daughter, holy fucking shit the house would probably be a pink palooza detonation of epic proportions. But it actually didn’t sound that bad.

  I still couldn’t believe I was here. To suffer for the weeks that I did and then in an instant my heart be mended, was unbelievable. I didn’t know how Meg would feel, though, when she saw me. I didn’t know if she would try to convince Caylan or I, or both, not to stay together again. I would deal with Meg soon enough. However, I would never do anything to cause a rift between the two of them. Meg just needed to understand that I was never fucking going anywhere ever again. It destroyed me being away from my angel.

  Caylan had told me weeks ago that she wouldn’t survive a certain kind of pain again. I could understand that statement now even though I didn’t go through the trauma she went through. I understood not being able to cope with a loss like we just endured. I started thinking about all kinds of things, especially what the future could hold. Eventually I would take my angel to meet my best friends. I knew they would give me shit because of her age, and the fact that I was so pussy-whipped, but so be it. I was proud to turn in my bachelor status. Never again would I troll a fucking club, or prowl around at the gym chasing women.