by T. L Smith
I lean back, still naked and hard, my cock hitting my belly, and her eyes fall straight to it.
“It happened, and I see it happening again.”
She looks away from my cock and shakes her head. “No, it won’t. It was a lapse of judgment.” She reaches for her shoes and looks back to me. I haven’t moved from my spot.
“You weren’t complaining last night as I made you scream, or when you spread those perfect pretty legs for me all the way as though you couldn’t get enough.” My cock twitches at the thought.
She sees it and shakes her head. “As I said, a lapse in judgment.”
“You can’t really hate me, Raven. I did nothing wrong.”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head again. “You made me feel like I was the dirt underneath your shoes. No young woman should be made to feel like that.”
“When you tried to kiss me?” I ask her. She nods and turns, walking to the door.
“You were intoxicated, Ariel, and underage. Our timing was off.”
She looks back like she can’t believe the words I’ve just said. Her mouth opens and closes, then she turns and walks off. I reach for my cell and order her a driver. My driver’s already here so he messages me the moment she gets in. Then I lay back down, because what else am I going to do now my main squeeze has left.
“Darby knocked a girl up, you better get down here.”
I jump from the bed at Echo’s voice and change quickly. It doesn’t take me long to get to the office to find them all in D’s office, standing as he sits with his head in his hands. He looks up when I enter, then his head goes back in his hands.
“What happened?”
Creed grunts and Echo smiles, but it’s Darby that speaks. “I made a mistake.”
“You don’t make mistakes,” Creed says.
Darby drops his hands and sits up straight.
“What did you do?” I ask, obviously not having a clue if what Echo said was true or just something to get me down here.
“She poked holes in the condom, she said she wanted my baby.”
We all look to each other, then back to him.
“Are you joking?”
He stands and slams his hands on the table. “Do I look like I’m fucking well joking?”
“Who is she?”
He sits back down. “I met her out at a meeting. She was there, I was lonely. End of story. There isn’t anything more to it.”
“Oh, there has to be more. How far along is she? Will she terminate?” I ask as Echo smacks the back of my head.
I look to him. “What was that for?”
“You don’t ask if she will terminate, you idiot. That’s his kid. It’s up to him and her.”
“She’s too far along,” Darby says shocking us.
We all look back to him, my mouth falling open.
“How far, and are you sure it’s yours?” Creed finally asks.
“She’s due in four weeks and the dates match. She could be lying, but I don’t fucking know.” He rubs his jaw while looking at his desk.
“What do you plan to do?” Echo asks.
“See if the baby is mine to start off with, then she’s asking for money. She’s already asked for some.”
“Well, you didn’t give it to her, did you?” I ask him.
His angry eyes look up at me. “Of course I did. She needs things, and she’s pregnant. It could be my child.”
“You don’t want kids,” I state.
We all know this. Darby wants the business and that’s all he’s ever wanted out of this life. Not even a relationship would suffice.
“Well, aren’t you fucking smart today. What? Did you wake up on the right side of the bed, dickhead?”
I hold up my hands to him. “Fucking snappy.”
It was one of the best nights I’ve had. I feel better than I have in a long time. Darby’s cell starts ringing and we all look to it in shock. His ringer is never on, it’s always on silent and in his pocket.
“It’s in case she has the baby,” he answers. He used to give us lectures about how loud our cells were and to place them on silent. He presses accept and places her on speaker. We all go deathly silent as we listen.
“Darby.”
She sounds sweet, maybe that’s what sucked him in.
“Cleo.”
“If you would be a doll, I need some money. The crib is exclusive and very costly. I need you to buy it, so I need cash. Would you do that?”
“Yes, Cleo.”
“You’re too sweet, thanks, Darby.” She hangs up and we all look at him in shock.
“What?”
“Is that what she does, rings you to get money?” I ask him.
His head falls back in his hands. “I have the money, so why not.”
“Because the baby may not be yours. And who really knows if she’s even spending that money on the baby,” Echo adds.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he says, shaking his head and pushing his chair back, standing.
“When do we get to meet her?” I ask.
He looks up at me. “Never,’ and he walks out of his own office. We wait for him to be completely gone before we speak.
“What the actual fuck. How did you two find out?”
Echo points to Creed. We both look to Creed.
“I walked in on her asking him for money, she was at the front door.”
“So, she knows what we do?”
He shakes his head at my words. “No, you know him. He’s discreet. But she followed him here and wouldn’t let up, said the baby was his, and he had to help pay the way… that it takes two to tangle.”
“Darby always uses protection.” Creed nods.
“That’s what he said to her.”
“And then she said?” Echo asks him.
“That she poked the holes because he was beautiful and she knew he had money to give her a baby.”
“You’re fucking with me?” I ask him.
Creed just stares at me. Of course, he isn’t. He doesn’t lie.
“Well, fuck.”
“Fuck indeed.”
“I at least thought, if something like that were to happen, it would happen to me.” I laughed, they don’t.
“Oh, we’re waiting on it still,” Echo says amused.
“I was with Ariel last night,” I say with a smirk.
“Did she kick you in the balls, yet?”
“With her mouth.”
“You’re full of it, she wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but she did, and I plan to go back for more,” I say smiling. The image of her naked and under me gets me hard instantly. I adjust myself and Creed walks out of the room.
“He isn’t lying,” Creed says before he disappears. He knows how to tell when I am or not, he’s good like that.
“You know you’re going to fuck it up, right? It’s just who you are,” Echo says.
“More than likely, but it’s going to be so much fun in-between.”
“Have you told Tracey?”
“No, and don’t you tell Storm, either.”
“I tell Storm everything,” he says with a grin then spins to walk out.
“Echo, don’t.”
“This is going to be so much fun.”
I groan, sitting down, and press call to hear her voice. She doesn’t answer, so I call again.
“Falcon, I’m working.”
“See me tonight?”
“I’m working.”
“Can’t you remember how good it felt to have my tongue between your legs, tasting every part of you?” I hear her breathing pick up.
“I’m working,” she says one last time before she hangs up.
I ring again, and this time it takes me three goes before she picks up. “You’re on my last nerve, Falcon.”
“Fuck me tonight.”
“Is that really your pick-up line? Fuck you.”
“Wasn’t it good, though? Don’t deny it, Raven.”
She hisses into the cell
. “Don’t call me that.”
“What, Raven?” I hear her pull away then her breathing is back. “I want to capture my prey and have it for dinner.”
“You have issues, you know that, right?”
“Yep,” I say smiling.
“Okay, just so you are aware…” she goes silent and I wait for her to speak again, “… I can’t tonight. I have plans.”
“Plans with?”
“A guy. Now I have to go. Stop calling me.” She hangs up again, and I plan to find out who exactly the guy is she’s seeing.
Her lights are on so I know she’s home, and when I knock on the door, she opens it proving my point. She’s dressed in a Harry Potter singlet that reads Slytherin. I look her up and down and smile. “I can Hufflepuff your Slytherin, if you let me.”
“Oh my God, you are the worst.” She shakes her head trying to hide the smile.
I look past her. “Where’s your hot date?”
“We’re having cake, and you can’t come in.” She goes to shut the door on my face but I block it.
“I’ll behave, I promise.”
“You don’t promise, don’t even try that.”
“Okay, I don’t. But let me come in.”
She holds the door open and I walk past her to the living room. I see her housemate Chad eating chocolate cake. When he notices me he smiles.
“You must be the hot date.”
Chad’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks to Ariel behind me then back to me. “Oh, she pulled that one on you, did she?” Chad laughs and I take the seat next to him, reaching for the other piece of cake.
“That’s mine, you weren’t invited.” There’s nowhere else for her to sit, the couch is a two-seater and Chad and I take up most of it. I put the cake to the side and tap my knee.
“Come, we can share.”
She shakes her head. “No, you should probably go.”
I lean back and take another bite of the cake. “What are we watching?”
“Harry Potter, of course, it’s all she watches,” Chad says in a distasteful voice.
Her hands go to her hips. “You can leave, too.”
He smiles and stands. “Don’t mind if I do.”
She watches him leave with her mouth open. She didn’t expect him to go.
“You can sit next to me, I won’t bite. Hard.”
She shakes her head. “You do bite, hard. I have proof of it.” She sits next to me and takes the cake from my hands. I watch as she starts eating then presses play on her movie. I’ve seen Harry Potter before thanks to Tracey, but watching her is my new favorite thing, it seems, even when she sleeps.
“Show me the proof,” I finally say.
She turns back to me and pulls the collar of her shirt down to expose her shoulder, and I see my teeth marks on her perfect skin. I look at her spectacular round boobs, the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen, with no bra and natural, so I lean over, kissing her shoulder. She doesn’t stop me. Hell, she doesn’t even pull away. My hand touches her leg and trails its way up to her inner thigh. She doesn’t move, stays still as I reach the edge of her shorts. My fingers itch to go further and when I get no sign of her stopping me, I push them in and smile when I feel she isn’t wearing panties at all. Ariel’s wet and I lean up to kiss her chin. She looks down at me, those hopeful eyes sucking me in, so far in that I forget about everything. That’s how fucking magical those lips are as they touch mine. If she had the power to suck the life from me right now, I would be helpless to stop her.
She finally moves, pushes me back, so my hand slips from between her legs. She climbs on top, straddling me, and pulls back to look at me. “This is wrong, so wrong.”
I push up against her, I know she can feel me. “But it feels so right.”
It does, nothing and no one has ever felt more right than her. She looks like she’s about to back out and pull away from me. I grip her and hold her tight, she has no way of escape now. The minute my lips touch her again, just a small kiss on her neck, she melts back into me and presses down, making my already hard cock strain with the weight. But it wants so badly to be exactly there between her legs.
Her hands start pushing at my shirt and she tears the buttons.
“My aggressive, little Raven.”
She doesn’t stop and runs her nails up and down my bare skin until she drops them, reaching for the buttons on my trousers. She works her magic and frees my cock. Her hand strokes it and I can’t help but groan in pleasure at the simple touch of her magic.
That’s what she is, pure fucking magic.
She looks up, her hand not leaving my cock as she stares at me. A challenge is in her eyes. I lean forward and bite at her, but she pulls back before I can, while smirking at me.
Her head drops to the side. “Do you want this?” She lifts a fraction and rubs my cock on the outside of her shorts right along her pussy. Then drops down. I nod my head and she stops, stays where she is on top of me with that smirk not leaving. “I’m waiting for you to take it, Falcon. Aren’t you the big scary bird ready to eat his prey?”
I lift and she yelps in surprise. I hold onto her ass and her hands wrap around my shoulders as I make my way to her room.
“Left.” She chuckles when I kick the door open to find her bed already messy and ready for us.
“Should we bring BOB out to play?” I ask her, not letting her go yet.
She leans back, dropping her arms from my neck.
“You can’t play all by your lonesome?”
She tears her shirt off and I’m met with my most favorite sight.
“Challenge accepted,” I say throwing her down, watching her tits bounce, and the laugh that follows almost stops me in my tracks.
16
Ariel ‘Raven’
He stops, his eyes change, the playfulness that’s always there has disappeared and in its place is someone I haven’t met before. Maybe he’s even serious. Falcon spreads my legs and pulls me, so my back slides down the bed, and then he turns me over.
“All fours.”
I do as he says and he pulls my hips back, so I’m in line with him. Soft kisses float down my back making me arch up to him. His hand crawls along my hip, grabbing hard, then feather light touches follow making goose bumps float all over me.
If we keep this up, I may become infatuated with him, if it hasn’t already happened. I’m afraid of that happening. I’m afraid of what would happen if I fell for him because he wouldn’t feel the same way. I know it. It’s just who he is, how he’s always been.
Who am I to think I could possibly change a man? No one, that’s who.
A man has to want to change, no woman should make him.
“Just like that,” he says now near my ear. His hands keep on tickling all over my skin, while his cock plays at my entrance. If I pushed back just a fraction he would be in me, but I like the build-up he provides because, as proven, the release that follows is fucking next-level. Out of this world. Extraordinary.
“Tell me you want me.” It doesn’t sound like me, but I want to hear it leave his lips. I want him to tell me that I’m it and he wants me even if it’s just for now, while I have him between my legs ready to fuck me.
His breath tickles my ear and he bites my earlobe and then speaks softly, “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Reaching for him, I grab his hand and place it on my clit. Rubbing in circles he takes over and also pushes the tip of himself in me. I know he isn’t in me yet because when he is I feel so full. He’s close, though.
“What are you waiting for?”
“You,” is all he says before he’s in me. His hand doesn’t move from my clit, still rubbing in circular motions as his cock enters me and leaves me in slow, deliberate motions, in and out. I am helpless to him. The last thing I want to do is stop, and the last thing I want to do is rush. Falcon is like a fine wine, while you have him you have to savor him. And that’s what I intend to do because a few hours from now I could be left with the smart-ass coc
ky guy, who only sees one thing—what’s between my legs.
Pushing back into him, he groans, and it’s the moment he loses his control. His hand leaves my clit and moves to my hair. I feel him wrap it around his fist as the other comes up to my neck.
“Tell me, sweet Raven, do you like it rough?”
I nod, it’s all I can do. His hand wraps around my throat and he applies pressure as his other keeps hold of my hair, keeping my head up with it. He manages to keep one hand around my neck, and one in my hair, as he starts to move again. His cock punishing me and the sweet pressure of his fingers gripping my neck feels almost cosmic.
He takes no prisoners and I am willingly surrendering. Giving him my all, right now, letting him have his way with me.
And it never felt so good.
He pushes and I push back, we do this dance until his fingers loosen in both my hair and my neck, and his hands then grip my hips and his lips touch my back. My legs barely hold me up as I come, and when he does he lets me collapse. In a few short breaths, he turns me like a rag doll and when I look up at him, he’s still hard and watching me.
“When do you think it will be enough?”
I don’t answer him. He leans forward, not bothering waiting for an answer and starts kissing my body. I run my fingers through his hair and count the ways I will not fall in love with him.
Too late.
Swept up in him is all I can say to explain how it is to be with Falcon, he sweeps me up and makes me forget. Which in itself isn’t always a bad thing, but it’s also not a great thing, either. His hand strokes my back in soft circles as I lay on top of him. He’s still inside me, our breathing heavy from what I would call the best sex of my life. He does that, fucks you like an animal, and it is, without a doubt, the best sex. From the way his hands grip my hips and thrust inside of me as if I’m his last breath, to the way his mouth forms that perfect love heart when he’s coming down to kiss away any bad thoughts you may have had of him. He solely inserts himself under my skin. Even when I roll off and lay next to him, I can feel him all over my skin—the tingling remains. It’s an itch I can’t scratch, one that I enjoy being there.