Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set

by Skye Turner

  Shit! This is not good. Or is this very good?! I don’t even know what I want right now.

  I should walk into my bedroom, but I can’t. I’m rooted to the floor with my anatomy lengthening as Tifanie rakes her gaze over me. It’s almost like I can physically feel her gaze. It’s like a caress.

  Neither of us moves. She stares and I watch her… watch me. My hand is tightly gripping the cotton at my hip, keeping it covering the parts of me that are now standing at attention from the unadulterated lust on her face.

  She licks her lips as she watches my cock lengthen and press against the towel. The gesture causes it to harden even more.

  I can’t breathe. I’ve had women before. A lot of them. I’ve had them want me, but I’ve never had anyone look at me like Tifanie is looking at me right now. It’s so empowering.

  The urge to take her, to claim her, to sear myself on her mind and body is suddenly too much to withstand. I can’t stop myself. My hand loosens on the cotton and it falls. My cock stops its descent.

  Tifanie watches with rapt attention and her bosom jerks with the deep breaths she’s taking. Her legs appear to be shaking and she places her hand against the wall to steady herself.

  With a little move to the side, the towel falls to the floor and I’m standing before her, fully nude in the hallway.

  Her eyes drink me in and her hands are clenching and unclenching at her sides.

  Nothing matters right now. Nothing except taking what she’s willing to give. She told me she was here and she wanted me, she said her intentions were clear.

  It’s past time I took her up on her offer.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tifanie

  Dear lord. Whatever picture I had in my head, whatever fantasy I conjured up, nothing compares to the sight in front of me right now.

  Cruz is absolutely perfect. His body is pure perfection. The muscles are bulging and good lord, his dick is massive. I guess what they say about black men is true. I’m a little frightened, but I want him.

  Is this really happening? I’m scared to move in case it’s a dream and I wake up…

  My gaze drinks in the magnificence of the man in front of me.

  I’m in shape. I’ve been with men who cared about their bodies before, but never in my life have I witnessed such absolute perfection. It’s almost like he’s a painting on a canvas, an immortal god. I blink to make sure this is in fact really happening. Is he really standing in front of me like this?!

  He’s still there. Staring at me. I have to touch. I have to taste. I want to devour him. The air in the hallway feels electric.

  Cruz is naked in front of me. I’m jumping at this chance. Taking a breath and standing as tall as I’m able on wobbly legs, I take a step toward him. He watches me.

  Letting my eyes start at his feet, I travel his impressive height and memorize every plane and angle of his body. I want to remember this forever. As I get to his crystal blue eyes, I see pure want in them. His nostrils flare and he takes a step in my direction.

  Two more from him has me pressed against the wall, his naked body against me. His cock is pressing against the apex of my thighs as he grabs my hair and tips my head back. Before I can breathe, he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss. It’s hard and aggressive. One hand is holding my head back as he consumes my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my teeth as I gasp and he explores every recess of my mouth. My tongue immediately joins his. His other hand grabs my knee and curves my leg around his hip, pressing him more firmly against me. My short dress is pushed up and his hand palms my ass.

  His lips leave my mouth and it feels bruised and swollen, but I don’t care. The sensations are so exquisite I’m scared to move. I don’t want to spook him and I’m praying he doesn’t stop. His mouth trails over my neck and down to the scoop neck of my dress. His tongue trails across the tops of my breasts. I’m moaning and holding tightly to his head, keeping him in place.

  His hands leave my hair and both cup my hips as his lips and tongue weave a sensual trail across my bust. I’m moaning and using the wall to hold myself upright on one leg as both hands cradle his head and hold him on my breasts.

  His hands travel over my hips and push my dress up to bunch at my waist. The cool air caresses my butt cheeks as they are exposed with only my tiny thong between us. His hands knead and caress my ass as his mouth finds a nipple through the dress. I’m dying here. “Ohhhh, Cruz. Touch me, please touch me.”

  He chuckles against my breast. “I am touching you.”

  Grabbing his head, I pull and make him look at me. His eyes are almost navy they are so dark with his arousal. Leaning in, I nip his full bottom lip and groan into his mouth, “No, TOUCH ME!”

  Still staring into my eyes, he smiles and the beauty of it causes chills to race up my spine. His fingers push my thong to the side. The cool air teases my steaming folds. I bite my lip to stop from screaming out but a groan escapes from my throat anyway. His fingers brush across my mound. I push against his hand. He slips a finger into my wetness and I moan in appreciation. He mutters against my mouth, “Like this?” as his fingers enter and retreat at a leisurely pace. Throwing my head back, I thrust against his hand as he slowly and intimately fucks me with his fingers.

  Opening my eyes, I can see the strain on his face. Bringing my head up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean into his ear, taking the lobe into my mouth. He groans. I whisper, “Let go. Don’t be gentle. I can take it.”

  His head snaps up and he grits his teeth. His finger picks up the pace. He adds a second one and then he’s finger fucking me furiously. His fingers are ramming into me, and they’re so long they are hitting my sweet spot. I’m wailing against the wall, my arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders are the only things holding me up. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he slams his fingers into me and his other hand grips my hip to hold me in place.

  My eyes cross and I start shaking as the orgasm rolls through me. Screaming out, I shatter all over his hand. “Ohhhhh. Yes, baby. That’s so good. Finally!! Dear God, YES!”

  As I come down from my high, my leg slips off his hip. I open my eyes to glance at him and see the grimace on his face. Shuddering one last time, I stand with his help. “Why the grimace? Don’t you dare say you regret that.”

  He chuckles. “No, I don’t.” He points down. “I’m just in pain here.”

  I laugh and give him a light shove. He looks startled. Stepping around him, I grab his hand and pull. It’s soaking wet. “Come on, lover.” Heading across the hall, I give his hand another yank. “I’m going to take care of that for you. It’s your turn. I’m not nearly done with you.” His brow arches. “My legs are jelly after that intense orgasm. I need a bed before I collapse.”

  He nods and follows me into his bedroom.

  Taking a quick glance around, I notice the masculine colors, but, I really like the dark sleigh bed. It’s about to get some use.

  Cruz has allowed me to take the lead and I’m still extremely riled up, even after that amazing introduction in the hallway.

  Turning, I grab him and move him in front of me. He allows me to. Pushing him, he lounges on the bed and I climb up and over him. He’s still nude and I have too many clothes on. Standing back up, I pull my dress down my arms and grab my thong as it grazes over my hips. They both land in a heap on the floor. I’m left in my black lace bra and black knee boots. Reaching behind me, with Cruz’s eyes following every move, I unhook the bra and let it slither down my arms, before tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. Leaving the boots on, I climb back over him and straddle him. His massive erection is pressed against the wetness at my thighs. Leaning over, I kiss him and he strains up to kiss me back. My hands are braced near his head as I slowly grind against him and feast on his mouth. His hands leave the bed and run up and down my sides… from my hips to the sides of my breasts. My aching breasts. His hands engulf them and he rolls the nipples. I continue to moan into his mouth as we kiss and I create glorious friction down below
with my movements.

  Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips over his chest, stopping at his nipples to pay them some attention. They are pebbled, and when my breath grazes them, I feel his cock jerk against me. Reaching down, I grasp him firmly in my hand and use the wetness from myself to stroke him. It’s like liquid satin and he’s so hard, I can feel the veins pulse in my palm. I have to taste.

  My mouth and hair create a devilish trail down his stomach and stop at his hip bones. His “V” is amazing. My tongue licks from one side to the other and with every pass, I get closer and closer to the satiny length in my warm hand. I finally center my mouth over the tip and lick the bead off the tip. I watch his face as I do it. His eyes fly open and he stares at me with hollowed cheeks and gritted teeth. Staring into his eyes, I take his considerable length into my mouth. He’s salty and his smell is intoxicating. My hands circle the base as I work the tip and most of the shaft in and out of my warm, wet mouth. His eyes close and his head falls back. I’m getting so turned on with the sounds he’s making, moisture is running freely down my thighs.

  His moans increase as he pumps his hips in time with my lips. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my mouth off him and pulls me up his body. He flips us and mutters, “I have to be inside you, Tifanie.”

  His weight is supported by his arms and his face is tight and beautiful with his restraint. Leaning up, I cup his face. I whisper, “So, what are you waiting for?”

  His eyes close and he leans into my hand for a brief minute. He takes a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he stares at me. The look in them takes my breath away. He glances at his bedside table as I rub intimately against him.

  I make a split second decision. I’m always careful. I’m a paramedic for God’s sake, but I’m going with my gut. I speak. “Cruz, I’m safe. I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Are you?”

  His eyes search my face and he nods. “I am. I’m tested regularly.”

  My chest swells and I smile at him. “Good.” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my hand to guide him to my entrance. “So, take me.”

  His muttered, “You sure?” is all I need to hear. My nod is lost on a throaty moan as I arch up and he glides in.

  His guttural groan fuels the fire and as one, we start to move. He bears down and I arch my back to raise up. My hands travel up his arms and across his chest before circling his back. His pace quickens and I can feel the mattress bounce underneath me as the bed moves. It’s fucking amazing.

  He slows down and I open my eyes. His face looks tense. I ask, “What’s wrong?”

  He mutters, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Smiling, I slam my pelvis into his; his eyes roll back and he throws his head back. “Ahhhhh.”

  I love the expression on his face. I repeat my movement and as the sound echoes in the room, he looks down at me. I smile. “I’m not a china doll, Cruz. You can’t break me. Do with me what you want. I’m not going anywhere!”

  His eyes flash triumph and he starts furiously slamming into me as I match him thrust for thrust. The slapping of flesh and our breathy moans are the only sounds in the room. My nails are raking his back and I’m probably tearing his skin. I’ve never been fucked like this before. It’s hard, rough, and animalistic while still being romantic. It’s amazing.

  My legs are over his shoulders and he’s using them to help propel himself deeper in and out of me. Every glide of his cock is hitting my g-spot from this angle and I’m about to fucking lose my mind. The room starts to spin and my body starts to shake. “Oh Cruz, I need to cum. I’m about to cum. Yes, baby. Give it to me. I want you to give it to me… YES!!!”

  My head is thrown back against the bed and my nails dig into his back as my thighs clench around his head and I scream out with my release. My release must trigger something in him, because he grabs my hips and anchors me in place as he furiously slams into me. “Tifanie. You feel amazing. You’re amazing. Mmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh. Oh, sh———-hit!” As he cums, his fingers dig into my hips.

  He thrusts a few times and then his body stills as his back shudders. Slumping over, he rolls so he pulls out of me and falls facedown into the pillow next to me. My pulse is racing and I’m covered in sweat. His. Mine. I don’t even know… or care.

  Please don’t let me wake up. That was insane. My life is forever changed. I knew it would be amazing, but that… that far surpassed all of my many fantasies over the past few months. I want to do it again.

  Geez, Tifanie. He just unloaded inside of you. You can barely breathe from the sex and the orgasm. I doubt you’ll be able to walk normally tomorrow and you’re thinking about doing it again?!

  Oh yes, yes I am. I want more…

  Turning my head, I look at the gorgeous man next to me and lightly touch the muscles in his back. He jumps and his head turns so he can look at me. I smile softly and he just stares.

  My heart drops. He’s not regretting what just happened, is he?! He can’t!

  If he says that he regrets it, I’m going to be crushed.

  Don’t you dare choose now to wig out, Cruz Edwards!

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cruz

  Did that just happen? I’m pretty sure I’m having a dream or a fantasy… there is no way that just happened with Tifanie. And if it did, oh my God, I was a crazy person. I was aggressive and rough. I didn’t just do that. We didn’t just do that. She’s going to hate me. I’m just going to lie here.

  Her hand on my back has me turning my head. I stare at her. She has a nervous look on her face. Did I do that? Is she scared of me?!

  I can’t look away. She pulls her hand back and sits up as she grabs the sheet and covers her curves with it. I notice the tangled sheets and general mess. We tore this bed up.

  Shit!

  She picks at the sheet for a minute and then she looks right at me with a challenge in her eyes. “Do you regret what just happened?”

  Do I regret what just happened? No. Does she?

  I shake my head and sit up with her. I feel uncomfortable with my nakedness and I’m not certain how this conversation is going to go. “No. Do you?”

  Her head tilts and her messy hair fans over her shoulders as she scrutinizes me. “No, I don’t. Are you sure you’re ok with it?”

  This feels like a trick question. I don’t regret it at all. Not what we did. The sex was phenomenal. I’m just worried I was too much. Too harsh.

  “I’m good, Tifanie. Are—are you ok?”

  She looks confused. “Am I ok?! Why wouldn’t I be ok?”

  I shrug and look away from her at the wall where a photo of the bayou is displayed. “I was a little rough. And domineering, Tifanie. I’m sorry.”

  Her mouth drops open and her expressive hazel eyes widen. “You’re sorry?”

  She’s just repeating everything I say. What the hell?! She’s not ok. Son of a bitch. I knew this wasn’t a good idea. That’s why I pushed her away…

  She grabs my arm and it takes me out of the chaos in my head. Her hand is rubbing my arm. It’s soothing. “Cruz, I’m confused. Why are you sorry if you don’t regret,” she gestures to my destroyed bed, “what just happened with us?”

  My head starts pounding. “I don’t regret that we slept together, Tifanie. I’m kind of surprised at it to be honest, but I don’t regret it. I’m sorry for being rough.”

  She smiles. “You’re sorry for being rough?” I nod. She smirks. “Um, did you miss the moaning and screaming and orgasms you caused?!”

  I nervously chuckle. “No, I didn’t miss them.”

  The sheet drops to her waist as she leans over. Her hair tickles my face. She leans down and brushes her mouth across mine. “Well, good. I loved every minute.”

  Pulling back, I look at her. She seems to be serious. Ok… “I wasn’t too domineering?”

  She laughs. “No, you weren’t. I’m not really into boring sex.” Scooting down, she lies next to me and pats the pillow. I lie down next to her and face her. She scoots over and pushes me so she can lay her chi
n on my chest as she looks at me. “Cruz, you were assertive. I like it. You’re not a Dom by any means. And I’m damn sure not a submissive.”

  I’m not a what?! “What?”

  She giggles. “A Dom. A Dominant.”

  My brow furrows as I try to process that. “Like whips and chains shit?”

  She nods. “Yes, sometimes like that. You aren’t that.”

  How does she know about that? Is that stuff she’s into? I’m not… I can’t… That’s not my thing.

  I ask before I can stop myself. “Are you into that?”

  She brings her hands to my chest and rests her chin on them as she looks at me. Eventually, after what feels like an hour, she smiles at me. “No. I’m not. I’m not really into being bossed around, in case you hadn’t noticed. You are assertive, Cruz, but it’s more alpha than dominant and well…” She leans up and bites my chin. “You can be an alpha with me anytime. I find it, and you, extremely sexy.”

  I feel lighter and she just called me sexy. “I’ve noticed that about you. And what’s the difference between a Dom and an Alpha? Seem the same to me.”

  She laughs and leans over me, straddling me. “No, not at all. Doms are usually dicks. At least in books. And have Mommy issues. Alphas are just assertive and well… mouthwatering.” As she says it, she’s running her nails over my chest. She licks her lips as a shudder runs through me, and insanely enough, my dick starts to stir against her. Already?!

  Putting my hands behind my head, I just look at her. She looks back and then we both smile as she slowly starts to grind against me. I feel coolness against my thighs and realize she still has those knee high boots on. “Your boots are still on.”

  She laughs musically. “Are they?!” Her eyes are twinkling. “Hmm, I guess I forgot to take them off.”

  My breathing hitches as I feel her moisture against my groin. I mutter, “Forget again.”