by J B Heller
Before I could respond his lips were pressed to mine. I had never been into gentle strokes and kisses but it was working for me right now. His big hands slipped under my tank softly grazing my skin. Tingles shot through my body.
His fingertips slowly travelled up my spine, bringing my tank with them. In seconds my tank was on the floor and I was standing before him in a black lace bra. His eyes started to glow with heat as he took in my almost naked torso.
I could tell he liked what he saw; he licked his lips before bringing them to my collar bone feathering it with light kisses and strokes of his tongue. “God Sloan, you’re so beautiful.”
No one had ever called me beautiful before. I was used to hearing things like Fuck baby you’re hot or shit your sexy... but never beautiful. It felt nice, like I was more than a piece of ass to him. That thought scared the shit out of me. But I’d made the decision in the shop this afternoon to give this a shot.
I could protect Dex from my past. If it ever caught up with me, well, I’d cross that bridge when I came to it.
“Hey, where’d you go just now?” He said stroking my cheek, looking deep into my green eyes.
“Nowhere, I’m right where I’m supposed to be.” I reached up and cupped my hands behind his neck, bringing his mouth back to mine.
We stumbled around the living room until we fell backwards onto my couch. Dex lifted himself up on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off me. “You alright, you’re so tiny, I don’t want to squash you.”
“I’m fine, now shut up and kiss me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I caught a glimpse of his smiling face before he devoured me with those amazing lips. When he started making his way down my neck I groaned at the loss of his lips on mine. But I didn’t mourn the loss for long, when he made it to my breast he pulled down the lacy cups and began to suck on my nipples, alternating between the two.
My back arched pushing by boobs further in his face.
“You taste so good Sloan. Better than I imagined.” His words were muffed out while switching between nipples.
I threaded my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly. I was so worked up, my panties were saturated. I had never been big on foreplay but apparently Dex was opening my eyes to all sorts of things that had never interested me before.
Finally I felt his fingers tugging at the buttons on my jeans. Thank God! I needed him to touch me so badly. His mouth never left my tits the whole time as he slid my jeans down my legs. But he’d left my panties on. Why?
He was still fully clothed, I was so turned on I was going to explode at any second. I wanted him inside me, now. “Take you clothes off.” I said panting. I tried to sit up and rip off his clothes myself.
“No.”
I froze. “What? Why not?”
“I want this to be about you. Let me in Sloan. Let me worship your body the way it deserves to be worshiped. Let me bring you higher than you’ve ever been before.”
“Ok.” What else could I say to that? I wasn’t sure why yet, but I trusted Dex not to hurt me.
I relaxed back into the couch. But he stood up, reaching a hand out to me. I took his hand and gave him a puzzled look.
“Where’s your room Sloan?”
“Oh, this way.” I lead Dex around the corner to the stairs. He followed behind me, hands on my waist, his thumbs making little circles on my sensitive skin. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
My room took up the whole top floor, with a massive walk in robe and bathroom. My colossal four poster king size bed sat against the wall in the middle of the room.
Black just so happened to be my favourite colour, so my bed frame, bedside tables, lamps, set of draws and my linens were all black. I had splashes of deep purples and reds throughout the room to give it some life.
Dex let out a low whistle. “Nice décor.”
I snorted, “You did not just say décor.”
“What? Would you prefer I talk like an uneducated douche bag?” He put on a real, how do I describe it; douchebaggy voice. “You got some like, nice shit and stuff.”
“Oh God, don’t ever talk like that again.” I said with a cringe.
“Good, cause I really hate it when I have to dumb myself down for a chic.” He said with a smug smirk.
“Funny.”
“But seriously, I like it. It suits you. So dark yet sparks of life here and there.”
A blush began to creep up my chest, “Thank you.”
He spun my body around so we were presses chest to chest again. The way he looked into my eyes was like he was trying to sear my soul. He was altering my life as I knew it. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“Sloan?”
“Yes…”
“Will you let me love you?” he breathed against my lips.
I didn’t know what to say. Could I? Could I open myself up that much to another person? I didn’t have the answer to that, not yet anyway. So I broke eye contact and lowered my head to where our chests met.
He cupped my cheek ever so softly, as though he was afraid he would hurt me, and brought my face back up so I could look into his eyes again. They were the bright amber, I had never seen anything like them before. I was mesmerised.
His thumb slid across my bottom lip. “You don’t have to answer me right now, just think about it. So next time I ask you, you can tell me yes without a doubt. Because I will ask you again, I will keep asking, until you say yes.”
“Why? Why would you want that, with me? You barely even know me.”
“I know enough. The moment I saw you I started to fall. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I couldn’t ignore it. Each passing moment I wanted to be closer to you. Know more about you. I couldn’t get you out of my head. There’s this aura of passion that surrounds you. I crave what comes so easily to you. You’re the first thing that I have ever felt passionate about.”
“Oh.” Real smooth Sloan. He’s just put it all out there and all I can come back with is Oh. I wonder if I look like a deer in headlights, because that’s how I feel.
I thought very carefully about my words before I spoke. “I felt it when I saw you too. But unlike you, I wanted to ignore it. I tried to ignore it. But my traitorous body and heart had other plans. This isn’t how I roll, Dex. But I will try, for you. You’re the only person that I have ever wanted to try being in a relationship of any description with. So go easy on me, I’m out of my element here.”
As the words poured out of my mouth his grin grew wider, until dimples popped out of his cheeks. “I will. The only thing I will ask of you for now, is exclusivity.”
That seemed fair enough, I could do that. And considering my lady parts didn’t want a bar of any other man it wouldn’t be too hard to hold up my end of the bargain. I began nodding my consent. “Okay, I can do that.”
“Good, cause next time that Neanderthal touches you, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my shit together.”
I frowned, “Neanderthal? You mean Gabe?”
“Gabe, Neanderthal, whatever, I don’t share.” He said firmly.
“I told you already, Gabe won’t be a problem. Besides, I made it pretty clear to him tonight that I would no longer be requiring his…services.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow at me but didn’t push it any further. “Whatever you say Sweets. Now, I’m done with the talking portion of this evening.”
He walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed. He lowered me down bringing his body to the side of mine. “Scootch up the bed Sweets.”
I did as he asked, his eyes stayed on my body as I moved away from him. Like a predator stalking its prey. I was just waiting for him to pounce. Preferably without his clothes on, but I’d take what I could get right now.
Propped up on my pillows I sat and waited for him to follow me. But he didn’t move. He stayed on the end of the bed watching me. I pat the bed beside me then curled my fingers in his direction. “Aren’t you going to join me up her
e?”
“Soon sweets, I’m just taking you all in, all those beautiful curves. I’m going to take my time getting to know your body tonight. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He moved forward, coming to a stop at my ankles. His large hands wrapped around them before smoothing out and moving up my calves. He lifted my leg to examine the dragon tattoo on the back of my right calve. Running his fingertips gently over the outline, he looked up into my eyes. “What does it mean?”
I raised a brow, “Does it have to mean anything? Maybe I got it because it’s pretty?”
Dex shook his head, “You didn’t. Everything you do has purpose. Your tattoos are no different. So what does this one mean?”
It unnerved me how well he could read me. “She’s a Chinese dragon, she represents power, strength and wisdom. The lotus flowers around her represent growth and the struggle of overcoming hardships life has thrown in your path.”
“She’s beautiful, just like everything else about you.” His hands travelled further up my legs, until he found another one of my tattoo’s that captured his interest. This one was on the inside of my left thigh, a dagger slicing into my flesh. “What about this one?”
I squirmed, beginning to feel uncomfortable with the direction this was about to take. “Do we have to do this now? I kinda had other plans for tonight.”
“Yes now, I want to know everything about you. I’m getting to see a side of you that, I’m guessing not many others know about, all through your tattoos.”
“My tattoos say what I can’t.” I whispered.
His amber eyes met mine, “I know.”
Taking a deep breath I explained, “It means I’ve been wounded for life. Some hurts never leave you.”
He examined it closer, exactly what I didn’t want him to do. I had no intention of telling him what else it meant to me. “Is this a real scar?” He softly slid his thumb over the scar that caused me to become who, and what I am today.
“Yes.”
He lowered his head and began placing feather light kisses along the raised flesh of my scar. It wasn’t huge, but noticeable if you looked close enough.
My back arched when he followed the path with his tongue. “Can we stop with the questions now…Just keep doing what you’re doing with your tongue and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, tomorrow.”
He didn’t answer me, just continued his sensuous assault on my thighs, making his way all too slowly up to the one spot that was throbbing, waiting for his arrival. My breathing was heavy, a moan escaped my lips when he finally reached it.
But he stopped just short.
“Please, Dex. Please don’t stop.” I groaned.
His tongue flicked out and ran down the crease between my panties and my thigh. He repeated it on the other side before placing his mouth the apex of my thighs. Good Lord! He ran his tongue up and down repeatedly over the sheer lace of my panties…As if I wasn’t saturated enough.
My body had a mind of its own; I was no longer in control as I squirmed beneath him. I was so close, and yet so far. Then his thumbs hooked my panties and pulled them down. Not once did his mouth loose contact with my flesh.
He flicked the little metal piercing I had in my clit with his tongue at the same time as he pushed two fingers inside of me. I went off like a rocket. My eyes squeezed shut, I was panting for air, my body continued to shudder long after I came back to earth.
Dexter
She was so responsive. Watching her body quake and shiver had me harder than I’d been in all my life. My desire to make her come again was too strong to ignore, before she had fully recovered I sucked her pierced clit into my mouth and bit down. She bucked so hard I had to grab onto her hips and hold her down.
I repeatedly flicked my tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves, while working my fingers inside her. My fingers mimicked the rhythm my hips wished they were doing right now. After she stopped thrashing, her back arched up high before finally coming to rest on the bed again.
I pulled my fingers from her warmth, looking up to check she was watching me, I sucked my fingers clean of her juices. “You taste so good. So sweet, I could eat you all day.”
Her moan was the only response I got before she took me by surprise and flipped me on my back. Her tiny body straddled mine, but not before she went to work on removing my clothes. I was naked before I knew it, and her bra had disappeared too.
Shit, condom…Where did she throw my pants? “My pants Sweets, I need a condom.”
She shook her head at me, a devious smile spreading across her lips before she swiped her tongue across them. “For the first time in my life, I don’t want to use one. I want to feel you when you slide inside of me.”
I groaned, God knows I wanted that, but I didn’t exactly think she’d be happy about a possible pregnancy. I honestly wouldn’t mind. But Sloan, she’d loose her shit.
Before I could tell her that, she spoke again, I wanted to cry for joy at her words. “I’ve got it covered.”
She grabbed my hand and ran it over the inside of her right bicep. It felt like there was a matchstick imbedded in her flesh, it was kinda gross and I had no idea what it meant. She could tell, so she explained. “It’s an implanon. Kinda like the pill, but I don’t have to remember to take it every day.”
Oh. I smiled wide. This would be the first time I had gone bareback, I couldn’t hide my excitement.
Then she was on me like a panther. Her moves were fluid and fast. Her hair was mussed from trashing her head around on the pillows. I reached up to smooth it down. But it didn’t help. I didn’t mind though. It was hot knowing I was the reason her hair was such a mess. I dug my fingers into her soft locks and gripped on tight before bringing her mouth down to mine.
Every part of her body was melded to mine. I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t think I would ever get my fill of this woman. She was strong, passionate and confidant. But underneath all that I could see pain, she had a past that haunted her. I wanted to reach in and take that pain away. I hoped one day she would trust me enough to let me in.
But right now, I would show her with my body how much she meant to me. How attached I was to her in such a short time. I had no intention of ever letting her go, and I would make sure she knew it, maybe not with words, but with my actions.
The next morning…
I woke to the strong smell of coffee and a toe poking me in the arse. I rolled on my side to see Sloan standing at the edge of the bed in a black silk robe, sexed up hair and two cups of coffee. I was rock hard instantly.
Her eyes bugged out when she saw the effect she had on me. “Down boy!”
“Why? It’s Saturday, I got no place to be but here, with you.” A frown crossed her face, she tried to cover it before I noticed but she wasn’t fast enough. I rolled my eyes at her. Her mouth popped open realizing I’d seen it.
“What now Sloan? You want me to leave? Fine, I’ll get my shit and go. Keep your coffee. But just so you know, I’m not done here. This wasn’t just a good lay to get you out of my system. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. So get used to it.”
So much for not telling her I was here to stay…
I fished my pants off her set of draws on the other side of the room. I had no idea where my underwear was but I wasn’t really worried, this wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone commando. I started looking around for my shirt when her quiet voice broke through my inner ramblings. I looked over my shoulder to see her standing where I had left her moments before, watching my every move. “What?”
She cleared her throat, then spoke again, “I said why? Why are you doing this?”
“You’ll have to be more specific, 'cause right now what I’m doing is looking for my shirt ‘cause you clearly want me out of here.”
“No, why do you want more from me than sex?” she asked quietly.
I stopped looking for my shirt and rolled my eyes at her, “Are you kidding me? Can you not see how crazy I am about you?”
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br /> She shrugged, “I was sure once you got what you wanted you’d get over it.”
“Just shows how little you know me. Something I intend to fix.”
She tilted her head to the side, taking in my words, and then she began to nod. “Okay.”
Now I was confused. “Okay what?”
“This, us, okay, I’ll give it a go.” She said, then straightened her shoulders.
“Just like that?” I frowned.
“Yes. I had made up my mind last night, but I thought I’d give you an out, just in case.” She shrugged her shoulders again then left the room.
What the Hell? I took off after her and found her in the kitchen downstairs, sitting on a bar stool sipping her coffee. I took the stool next to hers, where she had placed my coffee. “Are you purposely screwing with my head Sloan?”
She turned in her seat to look me in the eyes. God those eyes, I could get lost in them. They held so many secrets, so much pain. But there was strength in there too.
“The simple answer is, no.”
“And the not so simple answer?” I hedged.
“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t do relationships, I do quick hook-ups. I don’t usually sleep with a guy more than a few times and even then, it’s with the understanding that we are both just in it for the sex. So this, it’s going to take me some time to get used to.”
I thought about what she said. I couldn’t help wanting to beat the shit out of every one of her past hook-ups. But the fact that she was willing to try make this work, had my pulse racing a mile a minute. I swung around in my stool grabbed her by the waist and hauled her onto my lap, causing her to drop and shatter her coffee cup.
“WHAT are you doing?!” she gasped.
“This…” I swooped down, capturing her lips with mine. Even with the strong taste of coffee she was still the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.
I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. She wasn’t kicking me out on my arse after the best sex of my life. Better yet, she was going to give us a chance.
She met my kiss with equal fervour. Her soft tongue danced with mine, turning me on even more. I had to have her again, like now. I stood, still cradling her in my arms, never breaking contact with her delectable mouth.