by A. L. Wood
“You see, Minx, this is where I think you are wrong.” He says, coming at me.
Glint in his eye, and a sloppy stumble in his step. I keep backing up until my legs hit the bed. I know there is nowhere else to run. I’m stuck in this position. Ryan holding the expression of a hunter on his face, and I am his prey.
Chapter 20
Steele
I’ve got her just where I want her. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. We will be done with this right here and now. I lean in as close as I can without touching her. But oh how I want to. Want to run my tongue along the seam of her luscious pouty lips, wrap my fingers tightly in her hair and pull her to me.
But this, this is going to be slow and torturous. If I kiss her now I know I won’t be able to hold off from being inside her immediately. I’m going to strum this out for as long as I can. The longest guitar solo ever played. The lyrics, her moans.
Overcome by greed, I fulfill my cravings taking her all in. Inches away from my touch, she’s trembling. Her hair mussed from bed. A white cotton robe concealing her curves, reaching her knees that I am holding back from ripping off her. Lust in her eyes undoubtedly, for me. Saving time, I pull my shirt off over my head. She continues to stare while remaining mute. Taking turns, her eyes slowly get their fill of me.
My hair free sculpted chest. My eight pack of abdominal muscles that I faithfully work hard to keep. I unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants, letting them slowly drop to the floor pooling around my feet, stepping out of my jeans I kick them to the side. Grabbing her hands, I push them to her side. Untying her robe, I let the sash fall. Her robe slightly agape. I can see she has nothing on underneath, I want more than anything to rip it away from her body. But I can’t, she has to come to the decision on her own. I want her full consent.
Nervous as fuck that she’s going to tell me to get out. I stand there holding my hands at my sides clutched in fists, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. If she cannot tell how much I want her at this moment, if she cannot see how hard it is for me to stay pliant. Then there is no hope for tonight. For this to happen.
She slowly brings her hands up, gripping at the opening of her robe. I suck in my breath, holding it until I notice she’s deliberately delaying.
This Minx is teasing me.
I laugh out loud, causing her to insecurely close the gap. Reassuring her, I place my hands upon hers.
“I need you.” I say with an unrecognized gruff. My emotions wavering through the air.
Our fingers become interlaced and together we slide her robe off. Leaving her eyes, I look down. My Minx is an angel. Supple and soft in all the imaginably right places. She is nothing I expected. Her breasts are more than a handful and her nipples area pale pink puckered begging for my wet rapacious kiss. Hips, enough for me to grab onto for leverage, and her pussy bare.
I look back into her eyes, subliminally conveying how much I want, how much I fucking need her. And then we combust. Her hands ripping at my hair wrapping around me. At the same time I pull her to me, wrapping her hair around one hand and grabbing her ass pushing her into me, so she can feel how fucking hard my cock is for her.
I lift her up and gently place her on the bed, throwing the comforter and sheets to the side at the same time. Climbing over her, I kiss her neck. Nipping, licking my way to her beautifully pink tinted areolas. Taking turns nipping and sucking at each nipple, her breathing coming in short rasps.
Continuing to pinch and rub her hardened nipples. I kiss her hip, her stomach and every untouched spot on her body. Making love to her skin, so unlike me. My cock, hidden in my briefs is ready to explode. Slowly, I spread her legs placing small kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh. Her pussy is soaking, dripping wet. Perfectly pink, slowly tracing circles around her clit. Teasing her, she moans out my name. Making me only want to be as deep inside of her as possible. Inserting one finger, she’s so fucking tight. She begs for more, she’s undoing me.
Leaning forward while pushing my finger in and out of her, I taste her. Her legs shaking, she pushes my head closer to her pussy her moans pleading for me to continue. Who am I to deny her needs? My tongue lapping at her, adding another finger. I suck her clit frantically and I gently fuck her with my fingers and she suddenly comes apart, screaming my name and her body trembling. Pulling my hair.
I hop off the bed, grabbing my jeans searching for the condom in my pocket I had placed there hours before. I yank my briefs off, and tear the foil off the packet and glide the condom on over my cock. Placing my knee between her legs, kneeling over her somehow finding my voice. I ask, no I beg for her consent.
There’s no going back from this.
“Do you want me?” I ask, nervous as to what her answer will be.
“Please….Yes…Yes…Fuck Ryan …Yes” she shoves out on a breath.
Positive she has no doubts, I put my other knee between her legs. Spreading hers as far apart as they can go, placing the head of my cock on her lips. I slide it up and down over her slit. Rubbing her juices all around, basking in the wetness of her.
She wraps her hands in my hair, pulling me to her, placing rough open mouth kissed on my lips.
“Just fucking do it Ryan” she whispers against my mouth.
And Fuck if I didn’t slam it in at the end of her words. Her body tense beneath me, I didn’t know she was a fucking virgin. How did I not fucking see this? I yell at myself. Even if I did though, I still would have wanted her, if not much more.
I stay still frozen inside of her as long as I can so she can adjust to my swelling cock inside of her. I’ll be damned that some part of me was overjoyed there has been no one before me in her. She rubs her hands over my ass, my back, clutching at my shoulders.
“Ryan, move will you.”
Satisfied that her body has slowly relaxed, I pick of a steady pace, thrusting in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
She’s clawing at my back, rasping breaths, whispering in my ear how good my cock feels. My release hanging by a thread on a cliff. Needing her to come before I do, I reach my hand down between our bodies and start rubbing her clit. Roughly kissing her at the same time. She starts moaning against my lips.
Begging for more, I feel her pussy walls clenching my cock. Her pussy vibrating in orgasm is my unraveling. My seed, shooting out of my cock by an unknown force. Catching my breath while still inside of her, I look her in the eyes. Un-Fucking-believable. That was the sex we just had. Fucking mind-blowing.
Unsure if it meant the same to her as it did me. I leave my cock inside of her, making it a somewhat awkward position, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to forget how her pussy feels. Her eyes, blinking, opening slower and slower. She’s going to pass out, I’ve fucked her to sleep. That’s a first. Carefully sliding out of her, not wanting to cause her to wince in pain.
I stand up and walk to the bathroom. Ripping the used condom off I throw it in the toilet and flush. Finding a washcloth I put it under warm water, squeeze it out so it’s not sopping wet, I walk back into the room. Sensitively cleaning her, she will be sore in the morning. I throw the washcloth on the bathroom floor, slide her over on the bed and lie down next to her. Holding her close. Breathing her scent in.
I stare at her peaceful sleeping form, wondering what has happened to her to make her so cold, so broken, but in bed the warmest, most reactive person I have ever had sex with.
Chapter 21
Natalie
Waking up with a start, I look around. I am alone. Of course it would have been a one-time thing. Why or even how could I have ever thought any different? Set on giving him a piece of my mind, I look around for my cell phone. Finding it I send a text to Liam, asking his what floor and room Steele is in. Liam replies in seconds, seems Ryan’s room is right next door. I am not going to let him just walk away from this, what we did. I know it affected him as deeply as it did me.
I could see the truth in his eyes. He was nervous last night. He owned me with his body.
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sp; I take a fast shower and then get dressed, making myself presentable enough to argue, I’m sure if I didn’t have clothes on we wouldn’t be able to settle this. I leave my room and start knocking on his door. No answer. Are you fucking kidding me? He thinks I will leave if he doesn’t answer. Think again. I resume my pounding, after minutes the door opens.
My mouth drops, blinking repeatedly, when that doesn’t work I pinch myself. This can’t be fucking real. My gut churns, nausea running a weave throughout. My heart erratically thumping in my chest and pain, lacing a needle around it. I stutter.
“Is Steele here?” the beautiful brunette answers me.
“Honey, my turn isn’t over why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
Trying to ignore the fact that she is completely naked, her hair is a fucking mess and her make-up is running. She looks like she was just thoroughly fucked.
By Steele.
I can’t even reply. I storm back to my room, not wanting her to see my uncontrollable tears. Grabbing my cellphone, I pull up a travel search website and book a flight home. To Boston. Grabbing my overnight bag and sitting the hotel room keycard on the nightstand. I run. They can send my other clothes after me, I’m not risking a chance at seeing anyone on the bus. I exit the hotel undiscovered, and luckily there is a cab waiting at the exit. I tell the cab driver to take me to Albany International Airport while throwing him some cash.
Chapter 22
Steele
Unable to sleep hours later, my thoughts running wild about this amazingly unpredictable woman cocooned in my arms. Something passed between us tonight. It was more than sex. Much more. I need to digest this. Away from her. Her being around inhibits me from thinking straight.
Slowly unwrapping my arms, trying not to disturb her beautiful sleeping form, I disengage my arm from under her. Covering her with the blankets I search for my clothes. Putting them back on and taking one last glance at her I leave her room.
Not wanting to deal with the situation in my room, hoping she took it upon herself to find her way out. I head downstairs, outside to have a smoke. Your thoughts are better sifted through with a clear unbiased mind. An employee part of hotel personnel security, stops me when they see I am smoking. Pointing me in the direction of where the smoking spot is. Apparently customers prefer non-smoking hotels and the smoking area to be hundreds of feet away from the entrance.
I step up into the round gazebo that has one commercial ashtray situated in the middle. Fortunately it’s so damn early in the morning no one else is here. No one to recognize who I am. Sitting down on one of the benches I inhale my fix. There is no way I can allow my Minx to be a one-time thing. Last night, I can’t even think of any possible words that could form a coherent sentence to describe what happened between us.
I could write a song about that one moment, where everything changed. I don’t want to settle down, that’s not for me. I also don’t want to let her go, I don’t want to let her ignore what we have. The thought of her running back to Liam, even if it’s just for some semblance of comfort, it makes me sick. God- I am a selfish prick.
Throwing my cigarette in the ashtray, I decide I can’t wait for this conversation between her and me to happen. I have to wake her up. Waiting will just allow my thoughts to fester and grow. When we checked in, I made sure to get a master key for all of our rooms. Something I did ever since Gages orgy in my room.
Unlocking her door, I see that the bed is empty. Check the bathroom. Empty too. I sit on the bed. Maybe she went to get something to eat or back to the bus for a change of clothes. After waiting for a half an hour I run down to the parking lot, knowing that’s where she has to be.
Searching the entire tour bus, her shit is still here but she isn’t, I’ll check her room again. She has to be back by now, Stepping into her room it’s the same as it was when I left a few moments earlier. Angered, I just start throwing shit. The TV, the lamps, anything nearby that I can get my hands on. Running my hands through my hair, think, where the fuck could she have gone? I run out of her room and start pounding on Liam’s door. He opens immediately.
“Where the fuck is she?” I yell while grabbing his throat and pinning him against the wall.
“Who?” He yells back.
“Natalie! Where is she? Are you hiding her?” I scream, squeezing his throat harder.
“Calm the fuck down. I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Why are you acting like this?” His breath coming out short.
I know he is telling the truth. I would know if he was lying. He’s the worst liar.
I slowly unlock the hold I have around his neck. Checking my pocket for my phone, I remember I left it in my room. Suddenly I find myself running across the hall, unlocking and opening my door. I don’t even realize Hot Bartender is still here, shoving my clothes around in my overnight bag I find what I am looking for.
As I drop my bag, phone in hand and ready to call Natalie. I stole her number from her School transcripts. Leslie speaks, shocking me out of my revelry of finding my phone.
“I didn’t think you were coming back, but I’m pretty happy that you did. I was hoping that Brunette creature didn’t run into you.”
I drop the phone from my hand.
“What!”
Chapter 23
Natalie
Running out of the airport, wanting to be home already. The pain that has consumed me since the leftover-lover opened his door, is just too much. For the past five years of my life, my soul has been consumed by copious amounts of pain. I’m tired, exhausted of waking up every morning, only to remember.
No one understands what it is like, walking throughout life a shadow of my former self, my soul having been stolen. My heart in a constant ache, music being my only haven. That haven, stolen last night. Music notes, lyrics, rhythm, a beat, that’s what passed between us. We wrote a song. Together. Pulling up to my and Layla’s apartment, I see that her car isn’t in the parking lot.
Thanking whomever is out there up above. I couldn’t handle seeing her right now. She would be pissed that I came back. But I am not a fighter. I run away from anything that could get rough. And I just can’t deal anymore. I can’t.
Unlocking our apartment door, I frantically run into Layla’s room, into her bathroom. Knowing that she has a prescription bottle of the opiate Oxycodone, desperate for this pain to be gone.
I find what I am looking for. Pushing down on the safety lock I turn the cap, dump a handful in my hand and place the bottle back in her medicine cabinet. One hand full of pills I turn the faucet on, closing my eyes I say a prayer. God just please, please take it away. This pain it’s just too much. Take it all away. Forgive me. I cup my hand under the water, tossing the pills down my throat and swallowing them with a gulp of water.
I run into my room and grab a note book. I have to write Layla a note so she can somehow find a way to move on. So she can live her life guilt free. She has always been a fighter. My fighter as well. She shouldn’t have to be one for me though. Knowing I won’t have long before the medicine works its way into my bloodstream, I begin writing with a shaky hand.
Dear Layla,
You will never know how much I love you and for that I am sorry. I am sorry I’ve done this but I didn’t have a choice. I’m just sick Lal. I just can’t do this anymore. I’m so tired of hurting, I’ve made it so long with this ache and it’s become too unbearable. I don’t want you to hurt. This isn’t your fault or anything you could have prevented. I just need to do this. I will see you again, I promise. I love you. Forever.
Nat
Sitting the notebook on my nightstand, my eye lids start getting heavy, my breathing shallow and my body slowly starts becoming lethargic. Pulling the picture of my parents out of my pocket, I lay down on my bed and hug the photo to my chest. So very comfortable. I keep my eyes closed and drift off to sleep…
“Are you at all haunted by memories past? Are you ready to make this one breathe your last? Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave? O
r are you just hoping that someone will grieve?”
- The Amity Affliction
To Be Continued….
About the Author
A.L. Wood resides in Upstate, NY with her husband and daughter. When she’s not reading love stories she’s writing them. You can connect with A.L. Wood online, she’s always around and willing to blab.
Special thanks to Madelene Martin for designing this cover and Genevieve Scholl for formatting.
Also an extra special thanks to CL Champlain, I am very grateful for you help.
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