by Ryan Michele
“All right, I like him,” I blurt out to their happy screams. “But,” I add on, “I am not going to be with him. He doesn’t get that point yet, but I’ll make myself perfectly clear when he gets back.”
“Wait. What?” Casey’s jaw falls. “Why are you not going to be with him?”
“I don’t want a guy right now.”
“Why not?” Princess doesn’t let up. Damn.
“I just don’t. Can we leave it at that?” My tone turns a bit more serious.
Casey and Princess glance at each other and have some wordless conversation going on that I’m sure involves me being a crazy woman, and they are probably right. My heart squeezes.
“Oh, girl,” Princess says, “you are in for it now.”
“No, I’m not.”
“We shall see,” is all Princess says with a knowing look on her face. My stomach plummets. With a promise to come to Casey and GT’s house warming party, we leave and I’m a ball of nerves.
At three in the morning, I pull into my driveway and slam on the brakes, stopping dead and jerking myself in the seatbelt. Christ. Tug leans on his bike, legs crossed at the ankles, and arms folded. He is so damn hot, my panties heat to the point of burning right off of me. Shit. All too soon he straightens. I get my senses together and park. I breathe in deep and try to get control of the butterflies that decided to reside in my stomach. It doesn’t happen. They must be having one hell of a party because they are flitting all over. Shit. I haven’t seen him since that morning he kissed me and left. It’s only been a few days but for some reason seems much much longer.
A small tap comes to the windshield and I snap to the sound. Tug grins, no doubt remembering all the times he’s had to coax me out of a car. I turn off the Jeep, open the door, and get out, ignoring him.
“Hey.”
A strong arm comes around my back and before I mutter a word, I am pressed up against Tug’s warm, hot, hard body having no choice but to clutch his chest. Every inch of where he’s touching me lights up and all the sudden I’m hot, way hot. So hot, and I want to do something monumentally stupid.
“Hey.” His voice is gruff and since I have only heard him on the phone these past few days, I’ve come to the conclusion that I like his voice in person much better. One of his hands snakes up my back between my shoulder blades, the other down to the small of it. Suddenly, his grip tightens, something I didn’t think was possible, but he somehow accomplishes.
His chin is so sexy with his I-haven’t-shaved-in-a-few-days stubble. My pulse races and I realize that I’m scared. He’s seen me at my most vulnerable and I’m nervous about what will come of it.
“Blaze,” he murmurs, his jaw moving in that sexy way as he speaks. My fists tighten on his black t-shirt. “Look at me.” His words come out husky, sexy, and wrap around my heart like a vise.
I scan every inch of his face. Even his slightly angled nose is hot. My eyes meet his and all the air seizes in my lungs and my chest constricts to the point of pain. Inside his brown eyes is a tornado of emotions, all thrown together to completely knock me off my game. But the one that shines brightest of them all is lust, full-blown, unadulterated lust. When other guys look at me this way, it does nothing for me, but with Tug, I want to throw myself on top of him and rip every stitch of clothing off his body. Then ride him until my legs stiffen.
I close my eyes, breaking the connection. This is not me pushing a man away; this is me telling him that this can’t happen, dammit. Focus.
“You’re thinking way too fucking hard, sweet lips. Here, let me help you.” His lips touch mine, hot, wet and perfect. Hesitation gone, I fall into the kiss, opening up for him, tasting him, teasing him with my teeth, gently nipping his lip. He growls deep, his fingers thread through my hair and his lips are rough with an aggression that coats my panties in wetness.
His hard length presses into my stomach. God, he’s so big. His knee slides between my legs, high enough to rub against my clit, giving it the perfect amount of friction. I hold onto his soft brown hair for dear life, all the while rubbing my pussy on his leg like a cat in heat. Every touch revs me up even higher. My brain shuts off, takes a vacation or shuts down. I don’t know, don’t care. This is all about my body and what it wants. And right now, that’s Tug.
The sweet roll builds so rapidly that air becomes difficult to inhale. Only a little more stimulation and I’ll blow. I need it, want it. His knee drops from my core and my eyes flash open. Why in the hell did he stop? I’m so damn close.
“I love the tremble of your body and the flush on your face is sexy as hell. The heat of your pussy burns through my jeans. It’s begging for me isn’t it?” he asks and I moan, unable to answer as I’m trying to catch my breath. “I bet if I let you rub just a little more, you’d set off.” I nod, staring into his eyes and pleading wordlessly.
A wickedly sly seductive smile crosses his lips then he kisses me hard. We move and I follow him, or I should say follow his lips, to wherever he’s taking me eyes closed. The garage door goes down, then a door opens and my alarm beeps. His lips disengage and I growl at him. He chuckles. “Punch in the code and then arm it.” He doesn’t let me go and it takes me a minute to remember how to work the damn electronic thing. I do it as fast as my fingers will allow then turn back to Tug.
His lazy eyes are warm, happy to be exactly where he is, and my heart skips a beat or ten. His lips meet mine and my arms come around his neck, not leaving a centimeter between us.
Somehow, we manage to get to my bedroom and the back of my calves hit the bed, stalling our movement. Tug lays me down, coming with me and breaking the kiss. His eyes devour me. “Tonight, I make you mine.” He crashes his lips to mine, sucking the air from my lungs. My mind doesn’t catch up and all I can do is feel. And it’s wonderful.
His lips leave mine and before I can protest, those wonderful lips are moving down my cheek to my jaw to behind my ear. My entire body shakes in anticipation. “I think I found your spot,” he whispers.
“Oh God,” I moan as his lips continue their assault. I have just determined that my ear is the most sensitive part on my body, ever. God, it’s so good. His lips leave nibbles down my neck, his gruff hands roaming my body. Tug rips my shirt from me so fast I don’t even register it until the cold air from the fan touches my skin. His lips trail over my collarbone then down the middle of my chest. My body throbs and aches, needing him to really touch me. His lips turn my body on like it has never been before.
He reaches behind my back and I lift a little, knowing he wants my bra off. May as well help him a little. He unlatches it then removes it from my body. His lips, tongue and hands begin their sensuous torture of my breasts, not leaving one part of my flesh untouched. He sucks my nipple hard into his mouth as he squeezes my other roughly. My body arches, my orgasm right there. Can I come just from having my nipples played with? God, I hope so. My breathing comes out in small pants. His teeth bite on the tip, giving me a sting of pain. I like it and my hips buck on their own accord.
His rough hands glide down my stomach to the button of my jeans. He makes quick work of the obstruction along with my underwear, tearing them off my body. I clutch the blankets of the bed and my legs come together. I rub my thighs together, trying to get a small amount of friction. Just a little more and it’ll hit.
“Bad girl, Blaze.” He grabs my knees, pulling them wide and exposing my flesh to him. “When you blow, it’ll be on my tongue.” I quiver at his words and really, really want to come on his tongue. His hands snake up my legs from my knees and he stops. I wait, breathing heavy and about ready to lose my mind.
He stares at me and self-consciousness hits me. What the hell? “What, Tug?” I ask but it comes out so breathy it’s a mumble.
“You have the most beautiful pussy lips and I can smell you from here.” He smirks and makes a show of sucking in air. He tears his shirt from his body and I gasp, taking in all that is Tug. Fuck me. His chest is so defined it could be chiseled from stone, an
d his abs? Holy shit. I thought abs like that were only in movies. He smirks knowingly then kneels down between my legs, his hands slipping under my ass. Then he licks. One hard, knowing touch of his tongue from, I swear, my ass all the way up to clit in a full sweep. I groan deep and my hips jump.
“Just like I thought. Sweet. Damn, baby, I’m fucking hungry.” Before I can process his words his mouth is on me, as in on me. And he does not do tiny flicks of his tongue, no he goes full out. He consumes me. He sucks, nips and nibbles every part of my flesh. My body heats to the point of combustion and I’m so close. The licks become harder and faster then he adds his fingers I don’t know if it’s one or two, all I know is it is exquisite. My hips buck hard with each thrust of his fingers and suck of my clit. The tension builds up, winding up so tight I’m afraid if I let go I’ll explode into a million pieces. His fingers touch the upper walls of my pussy and I scream. The orgasm courses through me, my back arches, fingers scraping his scalp, my entire body implodes in a way I’ve never felt before in my life.
I’m not sure how long my orgasm lasts, but when I fall to the mattress and am able to open my eyes, his are on me. His tongue licks my pussy, but his fingers have disappeared. God, this is so good. His lips leave me and he kisses the top of my mound. I never thought that was sexy before, but damn, I was wrong about that. He edges up my body, licking and kissing his pathway. Stomach. Each breast. Neck. Behind my ear. Across my jaw. Shit, my body is ready to go again. His lips take mine, searing me. My hands lace through his hair, the one place I love to be on him. Best place ever.
This kiss is different than the ones before. It’s hot, hard and totally fierce, but there is also desperation. The distinct sound of a zipper going down fills the room. He stands up, his pants disappearing.
My gaze drifts from his abs to his rock-hard dick.
A moment of fear hits, not because of his size, but the piercing. Shit, his dick is pierced! I bolt up from the bed and he smirks. “Come here.” He moves to the side of the bed. I scramble to my knees, run my fingertips over his abs, right down to the tip of his dick. His piercing slices through the head, end-to-end, with round silver balls on each side protruding from it. Holy shit.
“You’re pierced,” I state the obvious and he chuckles.
“Caught that, huh?” Humor laces his voice, but I focus on his hard length.
I squeeze my fingers around him and his body jerks at the touch. With my other hand, I touch the bar, moving it side-to-side and even circling it. His sharp intake of breath tells me he likes this and gives me the edge to keep torturing him. Damn, I bet that hurt though. I wonder what it will feel like inside my body.
“If you’re done inspecting me, I need to be inside of you.” His words rip through me. He needs to be inside of me. Holy shit. This is really happening. “Shit,” he mutters, his lips connecting with mine and all my thoughts drift. “Are you on the pill?” he mumbles against my lips. My periods are rough and I need it to regulate them. I’ve been on them for years.
“Yes,” I say through short breaths.
“Thank fucking God,” he says and glides his dick to the opening of my pussy. He rubs it up and down my lips, hitting my clit with little taps. I moan as the pleasure builds inside of me. His elbows come to the side of my ears and his hard dick rests on my pussy. I release a moan. “Are you clean?” he asks and I nod yes, unable to form words. “I am too. Always glove up, but with you I just fucking can’t. I need to feel all of you.”
He arches his hips and the tip of his dick finds my entrance. He glides inside slightly and the barbells enter my opening. Holy shit. Sex has never felt like this before. With each inch of his dick, those bars stretch me in the most delicious ways, touching unfamiliar places in my body. I’ve never in my life felt this good. God. He presses in the rest of the way and I swear I feel him at my cervix, my breath leaving my body. Our gazes connect.
“Fuck me,” he mumbles. “Gotta move, sweet lips.” I nod, unable to speak as sweat drips from his brow.
“Oh God,” I say repeatedly, over and over, as each thrust hits a spot inside of me that I didn’t know was so damn sensitive. His hips grind from side-to-side, increasing the places his barbells touch. I’m on the shaky edge. He lets loose, pounding, thrusting in and out of me hard, fast and deep.
I close my eyes, absorbing all of the sensations rolling through my body, then it hits. Harder than the last. This one rakes my body over hot coals and sends shards of bright light floating behind my eyelids. When I’m able to come down, euphoria washes over me.
Tug’s body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. He’s up on his knees, his arms out straight next to me, and with each thrust inside of me, he’s doing pushups. Fast ones. His arms ripple and his eyes go liquid, melty and hot.
Then as if in slow motion, his eyes close, his head goes back and his dick throbs inside of me. His face tightens, brows furrow and he grunts hard, his breath stopping. Damn, that’s fucking hot. Hot spurts of his cum spill deep inside my body and I almost come again.
He opens his eyes, fire and desire burn me with intent. He leans down, covering my body with his, his dick still inside of me. “Watching you come is the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” My heart squeezes. I never thought words like that would make me lose it, but they do.
He kisses me, but this kiss is not hard and frantic like the others. This is sensual and just as damn hot as the others he’s given me. Damn, this man is good with his mouth. Tug drags his dick painstakingly slowly out of me. Every movement flares my pussy to life. He pecks me on the lips and rolls. His arm snakes around me and pulls me into his body. I rest on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying his heat.
My body is so relaxed and sated, something it has never really been. As I listen to the rhythmic thumping in his chest, sleep takes over.
I wake up with a start. My entire body hits something hard. I try to clear out my foggy mind. Tug’s hard chest. Shit. I’m not lying next to Tug, no I am lying on top of Tug, full on, all skin-to-skin.
He woke me up twice during the night, saying he needed more and after he touched me, so did I. It was amazing, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my life. His stamina is something I’ve only read about in books.
Then it hits me like a thousand bricks falling off a tall tower and I’m standing right in the middle of it. I had sex with Tug. Holy shit. I didn’t want it to go this far, but when I saw him, I couldn’t think. I call it the Tug’s Scrambled Brain Effect. Dammit. I need some space, some time to think, and being on his rock hard body is not helping the situation one bit. I try to roll off of him when his arms wrap around my body halting my movement.
“Where are you going?” he asks in a deep, sexy, sleepy voice. My body comes alive, but my brain kicks in. Need space. Right.
“Bathroom.” He squeezes once then lets go of me. I’m thinking the night’s festivities wore him out since he doesn’t argue. I scurry like a damn mouse out of the bed, naked, and into the bathroom. I shut and lock the door. I turn my back to it and rest my head against it in defeat. What have I done? You had sex with him, you moron. Damn, damn, double damn. This was a total mistake. I got so caught up, I didn’t think. Didn’t think of the ramifications of this. I stop. What are the ramifications of this? I know a big one, that wasn’t just sex. That was something that wove into my heart and no matter what I do, he’s there. How did this happen?
I need a breather. I search around the bathroom for something to wear. Clothes are the first step. Shit, no clothes. Why can’t I be messier and leave shit laying around? My robe hangs by the shower. I put on the fluffy, blue terry cloth, wrapping it around my body, and tie the belt to cover me up. I do my business and brush my teeth. I wince at my bedhead and try to tame the wild beast with a brush. Yikes.
I need him gone, need to think. I open the door and square my shoulders, then my breath catches. Tug is sitting up, his back resting on my headboard with the blue sheet lying loosely around his lap. The sheet is
tenting up in the middle. He obviously has morning wood. My mind drifts to last night. He did things to me I’ve only dreamt about. He can be slow and sweet or rough and hard. I can’t do this right now. I need to think. No more.
“Hey. I’m gonna get dressed and get some breakfast.” I enter the closet, pretending to search for clothes. I grab the first thing in front of me, a bright blue t-shirt and rip it off the clothes hanger then turn around. I jump and gasp as Tug is right in front of me, gloriously naked. I keep my eyes on his shoulders. “What are you doing?” I hold my shirt to my chest.
He’s silent so I look up into his eyes. They tell me he wants to eat me alive and my body says yes please. Too bad my brain is functioning this morning.
“I’m hungry.” His lips come down on me in a flash. My stupid body gives, melting right into him. He ushers me to the bed and lays me down, his kiss never retracting. He undoes my robe and it falls away. His weight comes on top of me and I love it. The ripples of his fantastic muscles hit my skin in all the right places. God, yes.
His lips leave mine and my brain tries to kick in, but it doesn’t make it that far. “Before you start thinking, this was something. It means something to me and you are not just another fuck. Get it through your head now.”
My eyes widen in surprise. How in the hell did he know I thought that way? And by the seriousness on his face, he means it. Shit. Need. To. Think.
He continues, not giving me a reprieve. “I don’t know where this will lead, but I want to find out.” My breath catches. He leans in and kisses my lips softly. I say nothing. “And after last night, you’re mine, sweet lips.”
I try to blink the Tug-fog away and process his words. I’m his? No. No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening. I am not anyone’s. I am my own woman.
“You have any questions?” Any questions? He can’t be serious.
