Flawlessly Flawed

by Amelia Shea

  The room was quiet with only sounds from the TV. Ten minutes later she walked out and started up the steps.

  “Hungry?” he called out.

  “No.” Her tone was snippy. She was still pissed.

  “C’mere.”

  “I’m tired, I’m just gonna go to bed.”

  “Cassie?”

  He watched her turn her head to look at him. He still saw fire burning dimly in her eyes. She wasn’t over it but willing to let it go. He, on the other hand, was not willing to let it go.

  “Come over here.”

  She stood on the stairs a few seconds before walking down and into the living room. She walked to the couch and sat on the edge, arms folded in front of her.

  T looked over at her. Rona had her pegged, she was sweet. Unlike what Rona thought, T was extremely attracted to her sweetness. He got off on it. Her blue eyes peered into his dark eyes. They couldn’t be more opposite. Her light to his dark.

  “She’s not my girl.”

  Her face didn’t change. “Okay.” She stood up. “Good night.”

  “Sit down.”

  “No.”

  “Cassie, sit down and let me fucking finish.”

  “Fine.” She sat down and folded her arms again, glaring at him. “She’s not your girl. Great.”

  T rolled his eyes and dragged his hand over his head. He knew what she was thinking. She thought he agreed with Rona. He was explaining that shit right now.

  “Bitch moved in three months ago and has been trying to get on my dick ever since. She tried, Cass, but I never fucked her. Her digs were fucked-up but who the fuck cares, it ain’t true. Didn’t want you sinking down to that bitch’s level. Let her do that cunt shit, but that ain’t you. I wasn’t gonna stand there and watch you do it. You’re too classy for that shit.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, definitely not what she expected to hear. Her arms fell to her lap and she continued to stare. T leaned forward from the chair and rested his elbows on his knees, staring straight into her eyes.

  “She said I’m not your type.” Her voice was soft and he could hear the question in her statement. She wasn’t repeating what Rona said, she was asking if it was true. Her eyes burned into his, begging him to say she was his type, begging him to want her.

  Those eyes gave away more of what he knew. She wasn’t his usual type but she was the only one he wanted, the only body he craved, the only voice that he replayed in his head night after night. He had never wanted someone the way he wanted Cassie.

  “You’re not the type of woman I’ve been with.”

  Her expression changed and his heart sank. His stone-cold heart broke looking at her face. Shit!

  She stood up and started walking to the door. T reached out and grabbed her wrist.

  “Don’t be like this.”

  “Like what, T? I’m not your type, okay. I get it, it’s over. I’m going to bed.”

  She walked past him but didn’t get far. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her down over his lap, her legs automatically straddling his. She let out a breath from the shock and fell into him, his large arms encasing her, his hands landing on her face.

  “You’re the only type that counts.”

  Cassie gasped but had no time to take in another breath when he pulled her deeper into his chest, his mouth coming down on hers. This was the kiss he had wanted to give her since the first time he saw her. This kiss was pure passion, deep and raw. Hard. He felt her hands grip his neck and he growled into her mouth while he explored her taste. His hands trailed down her body, squeezed her ass, and ground his hard erection into her core.

  She moaned softly, grinding her pussy over his cock. She was rubbing against him like a cat in heat. His hands found their way to her hips and his fingers grazed the skin across her stomach up to her breasts. He pulled down her bra and groaned when his hands covered her tits. They were fucking perfect, soft yet firm. Her nipples beaded to hard points

  “Please T, Please!”

  His cell phone on the table blasted. Fuck!

  He pulled back slightly, trying to slow down the kiss, but she tried to continue swiping his lips with her tongue. She tasted like pure sex and it was killing him to stop but they had to. Not because of the call though. He needed to take things slow, no matter how hard his dick got. They needed to slow down. For the first time in his life, it wasn’t only about the sex. He wanted all of her and for that, he’d have to be patient.

  “Cass, I gotta take this call.” Pushing her back, he saw a look he didn’t like, rejection. She bowed her head and crawled off him. He wanted to grab her and forget the call, kiss her and fuck her, and make her come so hard she’d scream his name. But he let her walk away, all to do the right thing and take it slow. Doing the right thing sucked ass.

  Chapter 15

  THE room was dark except for the streetlight shining in from the window. Cassie stared at the ceiling fan as it twirled around. Stay where you are, do not get up. She took another breath and remained in bed. He left her hanging; she wanted to kill whoever he was talking to. Then she wanted to kill him for answering the friggin’ phone. He was going to answer for it. She had to know—was she really imagining all this on her end? No way. Her mind raced to the couch and his hands on her, his mouth kissing her. She knew he was turned on and if the phone hadn’t interrupted…Desire driving through her, she shivered and felt her heat seep onto her panties. She imagined what would have happened, and it involved T’s hands, mouth, and body all over hers.

  Without a second rational thought to stop her, she sat up and swung her feet off the side of the bed. Her mind was made up. She would deal with the rejection again but she had to know why he just shut her down. Was it her? Did she do something wrong? Was he just not that attracted to her? Seriously, who stopped in the middle?

  She got up from the bed and walked to her door. Three steps across the hallway and she stood nervously at T’s door. She looked down at her body. It had been so hot when she came upstairs she peeled off her pants and put on a baby doll shirt, minus a bra. She looked like a girl on a mission to get some. Oh, God!

  She knocked softly and waited. The only sound she could hear was her heartbeat, which was threatening to beat out of her chest. She took a deep breath and leaned her head closer to his door. She heard nothing. He must be sleeping. She knocked once more, a little louder, and waited again.

  “Cassie,” he said from behind her.

  She jumped and found T standing on the last step. His eyes darkened, looked down her body and back up to her face.

  “Go to bed.” He walked past her and his body tensed as his arm brushed against her.

  “How do you know?”

  “What?” he snapped in confusion.

  “Well, how do you know? That I can’t handle you or being in your bed. I assume that’s what you meant when you said I’m not your usual type. Sexually, right? And then stopping to answer the phone? If I was your type and could handle you, I’m sure you wouldn’t have stopped, right?”

  He just stared at her as though she were crazy. She stepped forward determined for him to hear her out. She lowered her voice. “I’m not a virgin, T. I’ve been with men before.”

  His whole face changed from dark to furious. “Boys. You’ve been with boys. I’m no fucking boy, and here’s a tip, no guy wants to hear about his woman fucking other guys. I fuck dirty, not like any boy you’ve been with.”

  Cassie flinched.

  “Go to bed, Cass.” He growled, took a step into his room, gripped the door handle, and turned back to her. “And next time you come out of that room, put some fucking clothes on.” With that he closed the door in her shocked face. She stood and stared at the door as the first tear fell. How utterly humiliating.

  She stepped back into her room and quietly closed the door.

  “You are such a dumbass,” Cassie said aloud to herself. God, how could she be so stupid?

  * * * *

/>   T stood in his dark room leaning on his door, his head pressed back into it. This girl. It took every ounce of restraint he had to not grab her, rip those tiny panties off and fuck her right there in the hall. Pushing away from the door, he walked to his bed.

  He raked his hands over his head. “Fuck!”

  His frustration with wanting her versus doing the right thing by waiting until she was ready turned him into a mean fucker. He had just unleashed his cruel mouth on her. His rage overflowed with her comment about not being a virgin. He didn’t want to hear that shit. She was his, and the thought of her being with another guy infuriated him.

  He shook his head. Fuck!

  The loud pounding at his door halted him. He looked back at the door and waited. She needed to go back to bed.

  “Open this door now, T. I mean it.” She pounded harder as he walked over. He grabbed the handle and flung the door wide. He was now face to face with his fury-filled pixie, who looked like she was out for blood. She stormed past him and swung around in the middle of his room.

  “Why?” She shouted and flung her arms out from her side. “Just tell me why.”

  T stared at Cassie. God, this girl was fucking killing him. Her hair was sticking up in every direction, a look that fit her beautiful face. He had always been partial to long hair. But short hair, on her? It had changed his mind. Her blue eyes almost darkened as she glared at him. Even anger looked cute on her. She hadn’t changed like he told her to; she was still in her see-through shirt, nipples poking through, and tiny red panties. She was giving him a perfect view of what he could not have, yet.

  T pointed to the door. “Out!”

  Her glare turned angrier and she shook her head vigorously. “No! Tell me why.”

  “Why, what?” he shouted back.

  “Why did you touch me and kiss me and then just stop?”

  T walked over to his dresser, his back to her. “Go to bed, Cassie. We’re not doing this.”

  He heard her before he felt small hands grip his arm and pull him around to face her.

  “Yes, we are doing this. Just tell me why. I don’t get it, one minute you’re into me, the next you act like I have a flesh-eating disease? So, what gives?”

  T watched her stare back at him. God, she looked amazing. Fuck. His gaze traced down her body. The fucking body he would love wrapped around him. He glared at her; she needed to get out of his room before he lost all control.

  Cassie’s glare turned lethal and she looked down at herself. She looked back up and gave him a look that might have scared most grown men. To T, though, it was cute as hell.

  “Is it because I don’t look like your other girls, because I’m not built like a friggin’ Barbie doll?”

  “What the hell are you talking about? You’re fucking beautiful!” he rumbled. T was furious that she’d even think that any woman from his past could even compare to her. Cassie was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was sexier and more stunning than any woman he’d ever been with. He was shocked that she would think her looks had anything to do with his rejection. She flinched in surprise, as though his words had shocked her, but she wasn’t backing down.

  “Am I not enough, you need another girl? Threesomes only? Is that it?”

  “God, you’re a pain in the ass. I don’t want a threesome. Fuck, I don’t want anyone else. You’re the only one I want.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

  “Then what?”

  T was speechless. He was trying to do the right thing by taking it slow. Wasn’t that what fucking gentlemen did? This was bullshit and his aggravation was mounting. Couldn’t she see how much he wanted her, and only her?

  His silence angered her further. “Oh…I get it. You don’t think I can handle you? That’s right.” She released an angry snarl. “Maybe you,” she poked his chest, “can’t handle me.”

  She backed up to the door, her eyes never leaving his. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. The good girls are usually the dirtiest. Too bad you have no interest in finding out.” She smirked and pulled the door closed behind her.

  T’s hands clenched into fists, his heart beat fast. “Fuck being a gentleman!”

  * * * *

  Cassie was two steps through the door when she heard his loud stomp. She barely had time to react when his bulging arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her against his chest. Her heart raced and her body quivered from his hot breath on her neck.

  “Gonna show me how dirty you are, little pixie?” He growled into her ear. His arms gripped her waist tighter, close to wrapping around her twice.

  “I thought you didn’t want me?” There was no way to hide the arousal in her voice.

  She felt his tongue stroke the outline of her ear then his teeth grazed over the lobe. She closed her eyes and suppressed a moan. His hand caressed her chest teasing her nipple with a feather-light touch before wrapping around her neck.

  “Does it feel like I don’t wantcha?” He grinded his erection against her ass, leaving no doubt that he definitely wanted her. Cassie slowly turned her head to meet his lips with a soft kiss. Her tongue stroked the seam of his mouth, his mouth opened slightly, and she deepened the kiss stroking her tongue against his.

  There was so much want and need in this kiss. His lips were hard and full and he tasted of mint. She moaned into his mouth. Lips fused together, tasting one another. Best kiss ever.

  T’s lips slid down her jaw to her throat, dropping small kisses along the way. His arm loosened on her waist, setting her feet on the floor. His teeth grazed her neck and she quivered.

  “T,” she muttered breathlessly, her hands reaching behind her and grasping his solid, thick legs.

  “Gonna show me dirty?”

  “As dirty as you want it.” Cassie groaned.

  T’s hand, which was gliding up her thigh, reached for her panties and gripped the side. With one quick pull he ripped them off. She gasped as a cool finger delved into her folds. His thumb strummed her clit fast as his finger entered her in one swift move. Her head slammed back into his shoulder and her hands tightened on his thighs.

  “Ahhhhh…” she screamed.

  His chuckle was deep. “Your pussy is dripping for me.” His finger pumped faster into her and she moaned again. He pulled out and slammed back into her, adding another finger. His thumb kept a steady rhythm on her bundle of nerves. Her breath hitched and her body tightened. Her climax was on the edge, she was so close.

  “Yes!” She groaned and moved her hips against his hand.

  He bit down on her neck hard and she shivered against him.

  “Not so fast, dirty girl. You come, you do it in my mouth, where I can taste that sweet cream.” He pulled his fingers out and grabbed her hand. He pulled her back into his room, Cassie still panting.

  He dropped her hand and crawled onto the bed.

  “Shirt off and get your ass over here.”

  Cassie pulled off her shirt and crawled onto the bed, sliding up next to him. His muscles were completely defined on his chest. She reached out to touch him but his hand stopped her by gripping her wrist.

  “What did I say?”

  She was confused. His eyes darkened and he pulled her up to his face. His mouth crashed down on hers hard, lips thrashing, tongues lashing, and released her with a graze from his teeth on her bottom lip.

  “You come, I want to taste you.” He licked her bottom lip. “Get up and sit on my face.”

  Cassie’s eyes widened. She had never done that. She had gotten oral but never that way. The thought scared her and turned her on at the same time. He squinted and then he nodded. She slowly crawled further up his body until his hands hand squeezed her butt cheeks. Her knees landed on either side of his head and he drove her pussy straight to his lips.

  “Holy shit!”

  His tongue dragged across her clit in a circle before sucking the small nub into his mouth. Her body went rigid and her hands slammed against
the wall. It was like a French kiss against her most sensitive part. He was relentless at attacking her pussy. His hands squeezed tighter on her ass before releasing her and trailing up her back and around her chest before reaching her breast. The light caress over her nipples, timed with the swirl around her clit, licking her up and down, had her panting hard. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Her only thought was this man was about to blow her friggin’ mind with this orgasm. Her body quaked and she tightened her knees against his head as her orgasm exploded.

  “Oh, God, yeah…” she breathlessly groaned.

  She spasmed against his lips and slumped over, not caring that she might be suffocating him with her pussy. She breathed heavily and closed her eyes, riding out the last tremors from her orgasm.

  “You are so friggin’ good at that,” she muttered through breaths.

  She heard a faint chuckle before her body shifted and she lay down on her side. T moved up onto his knees. Somewhere, during what Cassie would forever refer to as the best O of her life, T lost his pants. She stared down at his large, hard, long erection as he leaned back and opened a drawer to his nightstand.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was so big, everywhere. His dick was poking straight out almost calling to her. She heard a crinkle of foil but her eyes didn’t leave him. She slowly got to her hands and knees and crawled over to him on the bed.

  Without meeting his eyes, she leaned over and brought him into her mouth. T gasped and pulled back slightly but Cassie moved into him. She swirled her tongue over the head and down the base as far as she could take him.

  “Mmmmmmm…”

  “Cass…” He growled, gripping her hair. She drew down on his length and back up, T’s hand directing the rhythm. His fingers bit into her scalp as he pushed his cock down her throat. She gagged before he released her and flipped her over onto her stomach.

  “You are fucking dirty, aren’t you?”

  Strong hands gripped her waist and Cassie’s head bowed down to the bed as her ass was up. T entered her with one quick motion. There was no slow, or easing into her. He slammed in and pounded her while gripping her waist.