by Warren, Rie
With my gaze riveted to her, I left the bed, dug through my wallet for a condom, and turned the lights low. I snapped the rubber down my shaft and listened to the wet sounds, her soft low gasps as she fingered herself for me.
“Fuck. You are incredible, Leelee.” My voice rumbled from deep within, my muscles flexed to pounce.
Heavy eyes drifted to mine while she circled her mouthwatering clit. “You think so? Just wait until you’re inside me, Josh.”
That was it. I lunged for her. Her plump cunt was in my mouth before she had a chance to gasp. She came hard as I filled my lips with her taste. I ran my pointed tongue up and down her glossy slit, drinking it all up. My stubble on her pussy, over her clit, between her legs, I ramped her right up again.
Yeah, Leelee was ready all right.
On my knees, I hauled her onto my thighs, spearing inside of her. Her back arched off the bed. I stayed deep, breath sawing out of me, and she fucked me with wanton rolls of her hips.
I pressed her back, into the mattress, kissing her. Soft and slow because she pulsed around me, nearly blinding me. “Babe,” I groaned.
“So good, Josh . . .”
While I ground inside of her in slow deliberate circles, she clawed down my back. Sinking her nails into my ass, she silently begged for more. I rubbed my pubes against her swollen clit until she shivered. But I didn’t want shivers or silent begging. I wanted Leelee screaming.
I sped up. The impact of my pelvis hitting her, my cock drilling into her, was overshadowed by her wails.
“I can go as hard as you want. You just have to ask me for it.”
I slipped out of her pussy, groaning when my cock withdrew completely. My dick was covered with her, the wetness evident when I stroked myself above her, so close to her opening it was a torturous test not to drive inside.
Leelee writhed against me, whimpering. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. No one’s ever needed me so much before. Please, Josh, please. Fuck me.”
“If any man touches you again, I’m gonna kill him.” With her knees held against her tits by my arms, I plunged inside.
“Stone!” She bloomed into instant orgasm.
Her nipples in my mouth, my pelvis pile driving into hers, I heard nothing but her cries and the roaring of blood through my ears. She clamped onto me so hard, I fought to fuck her. Every long-lasting, deep internal throb inside Leelee rippled through my entire body.
Nostrils flaring, teeth grinding, I pulled free of her vise. My shoulders shuddered and my breath stuttered. Ripping off the condom, I straddled her hips. Using two fists and two pumps later, I spilled all over her belly and breasts.
“Tryin’ to prove a point?” Her husky voice worked its way inside of me, and I released one last jet.
My voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. “Not trying. Think I made it.”
I rolled onto the bed and took her in my arms. Warm come slipped between our bodies, but neither of us cared. In fact, it felt real damn good. Pulling a blanket over us, I tangled my toes with hers and curled her hair around my fingers, bathing her neck with small kisses.
“What about you?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe she was still breathing, let alone conscious and talking after the fuck of the century.
“Hmm?” Her long locks filtered through my fingertips. Her distracting display of full curves and creamy flesh took my libido on another loop-de-loop.
“What do I get to do if anyone touches you again?” Her elbows bit into my chest when she pressed above me.
“You can call me out and kick my ass.”
“Even if it’s Nicky?” Her timid question was an arrow to the heart.
I touched her with tenderness and waited until her lips sought mine. Our skin was fiery hot and we were too close, too electric to do anything but touch and taste. With her soft and open and me hard and ready, words took a backseat to base need. Another condom was rolled on before I pulled her leg over my hips to join our bodies.
Her ass filled my hands as she sank onto my cock from above. Her gasp—”Oh, God, Josh!”—was music to my ears, but it wasn’t enough.
Her arms curled around me, pulling me closer. “How are you doing this to me?”
“It’s all you.” Lying below Leelee, I spread my thighs wider and opened her up more. I braced my feet on the bed and held her hips still with my hands. Pumping my hips, I hit every sensitive place inside of her. My lips ran down to her nipples, drawing them into my mouth.
The slow luxurious drag of my cock in and out had us gasping against each other’s mouths. Her breath sweet, her cunt a tight heat pulling me in, Leelee cried out every time I withdrew. I pushed, and she arched for me. This slow motion lovemaking melded us together. Blazing need poured between us.
I didn’t want to come. I wanted to stay inside her forever.
Fifteen minutes later, maybe more, we were slippery to the touch, still going at it with the never-ending pace.
“Jesus.” Leelee’s nails sheared against my straining shoulders.
I gathered her in my arms until we stretched against each other from toes to joining to lips. I sucked the pulse on her neck so hard a love bite immediately rose. Her cunt rippled around me. She bucked against me but I held her back so she’d come slowly, over and over again.
“Just like this.” I curled my hips and thrust into her.
Leelee flew apart in my arms. Her pussy feathered over me and I shouted, “Yes!”
The long and smooth became heavy, heated, gasping, needy. Rolling her to her back, I pulled her up onto my shaft and planted her feet on the bed. She was gonna take my cock and milk it good. Her hands slithered down my belly, between my thighs, to my balls.
“That’s right, Josh. Fuck me hard.” Her mouth turned to my ear and she bit down. Hard.
My toes curled. The wet smack of our flesh almost made me come. I withdrew from Leelee, so slowly she moaned. My cock was covered in us. Veins rippled beneath my hand as I fisted my shaft. Leelee looked so good, so open.
Raising my ass up to pound into her, I poised at her entrance. I fell on her with a growl, driving the hard spike of my shaft inside. She climaxed the instant I cupped her ass and pulled her up tight. Grabbing her hair, hauling her head back, I used the handhold of her waist to piston inside of her. Every thrust shuddered through us.
My chin scraped up her neck to her ear and I groaned, “This belongs to me.”
“Yes!” She fastened me in wet, velvet heat, hurrying my orgasm.
I shattered apart. The condom filled with come I wanted to overflow her depths and run back down our thighs.
One more night. Fuck that. An entire life was what I wanted with Leelee. Covering us up, I ran my hands all over her. Our kisses were the sweet, satisfied kind. Afterward, she nuzzled my chest, slowly slipping into sleep.
I turned off the bedside light and held her. I kissed her temple and she snored lightly. A laugh rumbled in my belly. Her cute nose burrowed closer to my chest. Her legs twined between mine. I couldn’t stop feeling her skin, touching her, finally settling my palms on her ass.
An hour or so later, I was still awake, taking Leelee in with all my senses. I glimpsed my phone sitting beside the bed. The screen was blank. No missed messages, no missed calls. God, I missed the kid. He was the joy of my life. I wondered what he’d make of Leelee; he’d probably consider her his own personal Disney princess come to life. I snagged the cell and clicked to a photo I’d taken the week before heading here. Big goofy smile, dimple in his chin, huge hazel eyes, JJ was the spitting image of me before I’d given up on love. The phone glowed while I caressed the screen across his face.
“I miss you, baby boy,” I whispered before I set the phone down. I squeezed Leelee tighter, trying to decipher what she thought of me, if she’d love my son as much as I did, getting way the hell ahead of myself. “But I’m gay,” I muttered.
Quiet, sad, defeated, she answered, “I know.”
I’d probably squished her a
wake. I clenched her even closer, hating the tears that tripped from her eyelashes.
“I can’t be with you like this.” Her silent sobs almost broke me down. “We have to stop doing this.”
I whispered, “Why do I already miss you?”
“Don’t. Don’t miss me, Josh.”
“Then don’t leave me, Leelee.” Leelee for lust, Leelee for love, Leelee for so long-gone. Soft and warm and pretty. Wholesome and innocent minx.
She snuggled deeper and I didn’t want to lose this thing I’d never had. I wrapped her tighter in my arms. Fuck me. I’ve become a cuddler. “You feel good.”
“Mmm.” She murmured, her thigh sliding between mine. “You feel hard, Stone.”
“It’s Josh.”
“I know. I just like you hard.”
Killing me.
“Gonna stay ’til morning?” I asked.
“No choice.”
With my fingertips beneath her chin, I made her look at me. “That’s not the answer I’m lookin’ for.”
Wariness and want clashed within her eyes. “For now. For you.”
Smoothing her hair away from her face until it coiled along my chest, I lingered over her lips, kissing her softly. After she slipped back into sleep, I released a ragged breath. I imprinted the feel of her on my body before finally drifting off.
In the morning, I woke up, alone. I scanned the room, but she was gone along with a pair of my shorts, the T-shirt I’d offered her last night, her heels and bag. The dress I’d destroyed lay in a heap on the floor, just like my heart.
Ravage the fair maiden much, asshole?
I crossed both arms over my face. Emptiness surrounded me. The last time I’d felt this heavy weight was when my dad died. I didn’t even consider looking for a note from Leelee. She wouldn’t leave one. It wasn’t her style, and besides, she’d pretty much said it all last night when she told me we had to stop doing this.
I pulled her pillow on top of my face, smothering myself in her scent. I lay like that until I threw the pillow aside and stood up.
“Screw this.” I wasn’t some fancy-pants pushover.
This time I knew just where to find Leelee—someplace she couldn’t hide, someplace she couldn’t run from me.
The book fair.
Thirteen
Saturday: Book Fair Fiasco
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT I was going to do when I got to Leelee, but I had the fastest shower on record. I was even speedier than the kid when he thought I wasn’t paying attention at bath time and tried to get away with a splash and dash. I tried telling him Daddy has eyes in the back of his head, but that just wigged him out.
Dressed, deodorized, and aftershaved for the non-shave, I hustled into jeans and whatever shirt came to hand. The green Henley. It highlighted my hazel eyes and rugged good looks, at least that’s what Ma had said when she’d given it to me. Fuck it, it passed the sniff test, it’d do. Striding to the grand hall, I thought about making a big Lifetime Movie of the Week scene. Chicks liked that weepy, get-your-Kleenex-out shit. Or maybe a John Cusack Say Anything grand gesture . . . minus the boom box and serenading, although Leelee did have a thing for my singing.
Maybe I’d haul her into my arms, drag her back to my room, and tie her to the bed until she listened to common sense, then fuck her silly again.
That sounded like a plan.
The line was backed up beyond the room leading into the book fair, and it had already been going for an hour and a half. These romance readers were hardcore junkies. Growing increasingly impatient, I finally made it into the room before the room I needed to reach. Inside, dozens of random companies hawked their wares from body art to glass bongs, to cover model agencies. When I came up beside Big Blond from the Guys with Balls competition displaying his wares, we bumped fists. He introduced me to the Bad Boys for Books rep, talking me up like I was the next big thing since Fabio. I shook hands and gritted my teeth in a smile.
I accepted a business card with a, “Sure, yeah. I’ll call you if I’m ever interested”—not likely. I made my way forward slower than the kid getting ready for Sunday School when I took him to church once a month.
Nametag checked, I finally entered the promised land of pervy books . . . and a squealing mass of arms, legs, and—what the fuck—feathers bounded up to me.
Jules Gem. She didn’t have a megaphone, but she was still attached to her mic. She gestured for her camera guy to get a close up. “Stone! We’ve been waiting for you to show. You’re such a dark horse celeb at LitLuv.”
“Uh . . .” I frowned down at her, trying to come to grips with her outfit du jour. It consisted of some white feathery sweater thing that made my nose itch. “Hi, Miss Gem?”
“Oh, look at you!” She slapped my arm, not so playfully. “You remembered not to call me ma’am, aren’t you a darling. Can you say that to the camera for me?”
“Huh?”
“Darling. Go on now, put some of that sexy southern feeling into it.” She simpered into the lens with a huge conspiratorial wink.
Remembering the trouble I’d gotten into during the flash mob, I asked, “This thing live?”
“Of course, Stone. Nothing scripted here. As we always say at the beginning of our broadcasts: You LitLuv it, we live it!”
I grinned at the sheer audacity of the woman. Nothing scripted my ass. “Sure, darlin’, whatever you say.”
Flapping her hands around in some sort of funky swoon-dance, she cut back to me. “Are there any authors you want to meet today, Stone? Who’s your favorite?” She shivered in a display of delight.
“Nicky Love’s my man. But I’ve also been taken with Leelee Songchild.” In more ways than one, and hopefully in more ways to come.
“Isn’t she just gorgeous.” Jules’s eyes widened dramatically.
Hell yes, she was.
“And can our Leelee ever write!” She turned to the camera, aiming a massive smile at it. “New Adult author has Stone under her spell. New Adult, everyone! It’s the new black.”
Giving a practiced view of her profile, Jules slanted her eyes at me. “And we’ll have a huge feature on Stone coming in the August issue of LitLuv magazine. Because he’s big, he’s brawny, he is all that. I’ll be in touch with Stone after the convention, folks, because I live right down the road from him on Isle of Palms.” She pointed at me for the viewers. “All of him, for all of you. Isn’t it purrrfect?”
What the hell? She was about ten minutes down the road from my garage. Life was never gonna be the same. “You’re just a stone’s throw away from me, huh?”
She smiled at the camera then motioned for the dude to stop rolling. “That’s right. Great tagline, Stone, I think we’ll use it. And the feature I’m doing on you? Full photo spread, mm ’kay?”
“I’m not sure how comfortable I am with that, Miss Gem.”
She swung toward me, pure feminine menace. “You don’t have to be comfortable, just hot. And you can do that with both hands tied behind your back.” Her eyes clouded. “Oh! Now there’s an idea . . .”
Oh hell no, there is not!
Before I could stage a protest, Jules sauntered off, back in full Queen of the Con mode. I could just imagine her at the shop, digging up all my old dirt and getting cozy with Ray over a goddamn latte or some such Starbucks shit.
I’d worry about that later, after I made my peace with Leelee.
I scanned the cavernous overcrowded, overheated room, looking for any kind of landmark. Spotting big banners swinging above tables arranged in long lines, I read the genres boldly splashed across them in flames of red until I located New Adult. There was only about half an acre of concrete floor, sweating book hungry mobs, and possibly another Jules ambush between me and the most populated area taking up the far right corner.
I smiled when I saw Leelee had her own special promotional banner above a table heaving with fans. That’s my girl.
I started in her direction. Unfortunately, I saw Nicky off to the side in the Paranormal lan
e, flagging me down. His suspenders dripped from his waist, the collar of his shirt was undone three buttons, and some broad had her hands all over his chest.
Obviously caught in the middle of a heated moment he wasn’t all too happy about, he gave the man-to-man distress signal of wide-eyed horror.
“Goddammit.” After last night I owed him a save.
Making my way over with lots of shouldering, elbowing and “’Scuse me, ma’am, pardon me, miss,’” I planted my hip on the table. I enjoyed several moments of Nicky’s unease while his fangirl fawned all over him.
I cleared my throat. Arching an eyebrow, I went for the highhanded, he’s-mine look.
Chicky looked up, blinked big brown eyes, and pressed her lips together.
I leaned over her to Nicky, “Is there a problem here, lover?”
Chicky backed up. She scowled between the two of us with impressive fury. I moved between her and Nicky, and she craned around me, sputtering, “But—but, you said it wasn’t true!”
Ha. “Yeah.” I caressed up my man’s arm and into his hair, jerking him to me over the table. He murmured death threats under his breath. It was funny. My thumb rode up and down the pulse of his neck, making sure Chicky saw he was mine and I owned him. “There seems to be a lot of that goin’ around.”
Guess I knew where he’d spent the night . . . because we were both so good about the hush-hush, down-low shit. Shee-it.
Chicky’s glare turned lethal, but hers was no comparison to Jules Gem’s weapon of mass intimidation. I did feel bad when she marched around me to lay a resounding smack on Nicky’s cheek. Fucker deserved it though, as much as I had when Leelee slapped me at The Golden Banana.
She stomped away and I turned Nicky loose.
“So, you’re hitting that?” She wasn’t his type—too easy—but I’d be willing to bet he’d docked, cocked, and loaded the Good Ship Hot-to-Trot.
“It was either that or bunk with Missy.” He carefully rearranged his books, his swag, his PDA running a mini-slideshow of his book covers.