by Falon Gold
I needed control of the situation and my body back, or I’d start to think things like a relationship (Ick!) with Roland might be fun. Maybe even worth it… until it blew up in my face. Hell no, I wasn’t going there, sticking to being the one to blow up thank you very much.
Without responding to his request, I reached down for his fingers splayed across one side of my pelvis, tugging on them to pull him toward the kitchen. Bright light illuminated out of the globe over the table loaded down with finger foods and slapped me in the eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness and keep my sights on the sliding glass doors just on the other side of the rectangular, six-chair dinette set positioned a few feet away from the archway between the kitchen and living area.
The glass doors led to the backyard and hopefully to some sanity. I almost had none remaining. We veered left, between the table and refrigerator. My speed walking was forcing Roland to do the same through the assembly of multi-fruit themed wall decorations, stainless steel appliances, and oak furnishings meant to be appraised and appreciated like fine works of arts.
Roland could take his own damn tour of Kay’s house later. And I was not above using years of sister-ship with Kay or offering her several free hairstyles, mani’s and pedi’s, and even getting on my knees to beg her to decorate my house, if I ever found one. I wanted a stylish and cozy home too.
At the glass doors, I slid them open then slipped out into the night that wasn’t much cooler than the weird fever I was running. The darkness concealed us moving across the few yards to the stairs of the multi-leveled deck surrounding an eighteen-footer pool. Thick grass muffled our strides, and I was in a big damn hurry, mainly to get to a private place where I could work off the things turning my system inside out.
I almost didn’t know what to do with myself, almost didn’t recognized what I had been invaded by; it was greed for him who was a material thing or the Jesters that I cared about. Oh, I did not like how I felt at all.
Trees grew up through circular holes in the cedar wood slats of the deck and cast pitch-black shadows on us advancing to the darkest corner off to our right. We past reclining deckchairs, went up two more short steps to a floating platform with a nook almost completely hidden in the dark, but I knew it was there. I knew a lot of things about this deck after spending a year on it instigating Hayden-watching and throwing pool parties with always just two guests; me and Kay.
No one else was ever invited because a shirtless Hayden wasn’t for them or me. He was all for Kay, and he would’ve forgotten there was a woman who was beautiful inside and out and worthy of him next door if I didn’t drag her ass into his sight every chance I got. And now, they were together as they should be. They were proof that I could do something right in this world.
I swerved for the nook with high walls, pausing before the built-in, freestanding bench under a tree. Revolving around on the balls of my feet, I planned to sit down then work my plan of getting what I wanted from Roland. For tonight only. Hopefully, he’d take excellent memories with him and want nothing else from me. I had nothing else to give him besides my body.
But first, I had to play the role of good girl. A laugh echoed inside my head at that; I was the total opposite of any good, and I knew better than to come on too strong until the end when it was time to part ways with guys. That was always after I’d gotten all I wanted from them, and I always got more than I gave. Roland would be the only one I’d spare of learning that the hard way about me, spare him of my selfishness. Tonight, I was going to take and give in equal measures.
Tank’s When We permeated the night and set the mood on the deck. I was about to sit down when Roland’s hands purchased my waist again. He pulled my front flush with his. The breath caught in my lungs at the physical contact. I couldn’t even breathe around the man whose head dipped, his lips braking inches from mine.
Minty-fresh breath wafted over my upturned, overheating face. His sandalwood scent swamped my nostrils. Pure masculinity and testosterone drowned my senses until I couldn’t tell which way was up or down. His hands glided up my waist then under my arms, stopping at the sides of my breasts. Just knowing his fingers were that close to my hardened nipples was enough to drive me crazy.
My libido yelled, Touch me dammit! for the first time ever. The demand echoed throughout my head and almost startled me. Since when did my body craved someone? And it didn’t seem to understand that whatever it screamed out, only I could hear it. Stupid hormones. The rampant hunger and thirst growing by leaps and bounds inside me was going to drive me up a damn wall at this rate.
I haven’t been close acquaintances with hunger and thirst since my childhood, and I wasn’t enjoying the sensations for an entirely different reason in my adulthood either. God, I had to have him now. What the hell made him and my mother so different from everyone else? Why did they make me feel things no one else had?
“Anna,” Roland murmured, dragging me out of my thoughts.
My full awareness sunk back into him. “Hmmm,” I hummed, mesmerized by his thick lips calling to my own.
“What do you want from me?” Right to the point, huh?
I didn’t hesitate to respond, “Just you, Roland. Nothing else.”
Normally, I beat around the bushes, hiding my agenda until nothing was left but bare branches and the truth that I was more or less a user, nothing else. Unless, you counted fighter. How fast the bushes got beat, or rather how fast me and man went back to being nothing to each other again, depended on the person. Roland wasn’t even letting me pluck the first leaf on my time; he’d already strip them all. I found it was best to not warn people upfront that you were going to systemically rob them of something.
“Why me and nothing else, Anna?” The bushes weren’t the only thing he wanted naked; he was working fast on stripping me of my truth already.
I had no reason to lie to him because we weren’t going anywhere from this point. “Because you puzzle the hell out of me, and I don’t like puzzles.”
Even in the dark, his eyes twinkled, grin broadcasting pearly-white teeth. “Trying to reduce me down to my simplest form, huh?”
Was that what I was doing? Getting him naked and learning what I could about him before running? Yeah, that felt about right. And how the hell did he figure that out so quickly before I did? Oh well, it didn’t really matter who knew what first.
“Yes, reducing to you to someone I understand is what I’m doing.” Hopefully. Please, God, if you’re listening, make me understand this man. It was going to drive me nuts until I did. Until I made him seem not worth my time. Made him seem not like the Jesters who proved over and over again that they had my best interests at heart.
“Does that mean we fuck then forget?” Yeah, this man got right down to the nitty gritty and punched truth in the face.
This time, I hesitated to reply, scouring his face with my eyes, memorizing his features. I still didn’t want to outright lie to him, still wanted to beat around those bushes, rounding out my truth until it didn’t sound so bad and didn’t cut the other person too deeply before I got what I wanted from them. But, with Roland…
Well, he seemed to want the truth sans bullshit, which might cost me his body for the night, but I couldn’t’ bring myself to lie to him. “Yes, Roland, we fuck then forget.”
The corners of his mouth drooped a little. “You sure?” Maybe he wanted something else from me.
I didn’t have it to give, but for one second, I wished I did have what he wanted, but I doubted he if he was interested in a heart black as ice. And it wasn’t interested in bullshitting him either, treating him like I would everyone else.
“Yes, Roland. ‘Fuck then forget’ is how I do it.”
His smile fell away completely. I missed it immediately, wanted it back. It wasn’t on display long enough to capture in complete detail with my long-term memory. Oddly, I wanted to remember everything there was about him. Maybe that was a bad thing… or a good thing. Hell, I don’t know,
I was still too confused about him to make sense of him.
“Have it your way then,” he spoke before his mouth descended on mine, and all hell broke loose within.
Chapter Four
~Roland~
Anna fisted the short sleeves around my upper arms, moaned, then kissed me for all she was worth despite her wanting nothing more than my body. It was evident that she was going to put her all into screwing my brains out. I doubted if she did anything halfway, and that alone made ‘being used by her’ so damn worth it.
Her tongue lashed at mine, knocking me on my mental ass. Falling was good when there was something to catch you at the bottom. With Anna, yeah, there would be no catching. Just falling and busting my ass or head to the white meat if I wasn’t careful. The net she wielded didn’t serve the purpose of softening landings, and I’d do well to remember that.
My mouth fought back with hers, hoping to put her on her mental ass too. Used to dating a woman before I got to know her biblically, Anna was cutting through all the theatrics, getting to what men and women do best; sexing each other up. Okay, getting the ‘best’ depended on who you sexed up, and I thought I had just hit the jackpot. I’d probably find it only once in a lifetime, have her once in a lifetime. Better make the most of your time with her then.
She twisted her mouth around mine, sucking the tip of my tongue as if it had the last drop of water on the whole earth experiencing a drought. Thank God I carried a condom in my wallet for such emergencies as these. I’d probably need emergency personnel after Anna. Her hands were snaking up my arms. One of her legs rose up my thigh, inciting goosebumps on every inch of my flesh.
She had no idea that she was riling up shit best left alone inside me though she was only opening herself to me on the surface. You bet she wanted to make what we were about to do seem like it was only a shallow liaison going no further than this deck. But, she’d fucked up by telling me the truth; that I was a mystery she wanted to solve. I had gotten beneath her skin, and that had to hurt her.
Abrasive people didn’t want you to do more than scratch their surface and their itches, and they certainly didn’t want to get beneath your first layer either. As much as I wanted to dig deeper just because she wanted to keep me out, I wasn’t stupid enough to demand that she let me go farther inside her mind. She’d run faster than she was already going to, and I wasn’t ready for her to go just yet.
With a mind of their own, my hands relocated from her waist to her thighs then hefted her up into my arms. She fit in them like she had been cut out of them. Her legs wrapped around my waist with no urging. Sharp teeth nipping at my bottom lip sent my head into a tailspin. I needed to have a seat, make that all the damn seats if she was going to scramble my brains.
Hating for her to end up ass-down on the ground because my body forgot how to hold her, I spun on my heels until my back was to the corner. Backing us toward the bench until it hit just under the backs of my knees, I sat down slowly before twisting to straddle the three wooden planks. Rocking forward a little with her arms knotted tightly around my neck, one of my arms slung around her body, I delved into my back pocket with two fingers and deeper into her mouth with my tongue simultaneously.
Tasting her essence was the same as eating a delicacy. And damn skippy, I was going to gorge myself on it because I knew this wouldn’t happen again with her before she wanted it to. Too bad. I enjoyed how she tasted of liquor-drenched cherries. She kissed as if tonight was her last and clung to me like I was a life preserver. Her anchor. I found I liked being hers too. For a little while, remember?
Right. And I should stop liking things about her when she was to going to take it all away as fast as she gave it. A pity too, but one I couldn’t do a thing about. No point in dwelling on it. After pulling the condom out, I laid us along the bench then slowly winded down the kiss. As much as I liked how she locked lips with me, we were outside and at the risk of being walked up on if we didn’t hurry this along. Unless…
“Wanna take this back to my place or yours, Anna? Don’t matter where to me.” My voice was hoarse like I hadn’t used it in a while.
With her eyes glazed over and level with mine, she rolled her lips as if my essence was a delicacy that she coveted every single drop of. “No,” she croaked. “We do this now, Roland, or never.”
My nostrils flared at my name on her lips, and okay fine, quickie it was then. If she didn’t mind the element of danger in our sexcapade, of being caught, neither did I.
I passed the condom on to her to hold for me. “Slide down some.”
She was perched right over my length that despised me for telling her to move. Heat only a man’s third leg would love in the Georgia summertime was rippling out of her panties, scorching me through my jeans. I had never felt anything like it and didn’t want to give it up just yet. I didn’t mind not being able to tell where our bodies began and ended. My cock doing its damndest to unzip my zipper itself and stand at attention for her surely didn’t mind nestling between her thighs, but our show had to be gotten on the road.
Anna dropped her feet to the ground, taking the plastic-wrapped protection from me. Just knowing she was still in her heels was sexy as fuck. She groped my legs to aid her movement down my body, perching again right above my knees. The muscles in my thighs clenched under her fingers’ slight squeeze.
“Shit!” I hissed. My nerve-endings were rubbed raw after our dance, and they were feeding back every nuance of her touch ten times over.
Somehow, with my mind on the blink, I undid my jeans with her watching on. She licked her lips right before bringing the condom up to them to tear into the wrapper like an animal. Desire was boiling inside her as well, huh? I liked that even more than her still wearing her heels. She wanted to pretend that I was just a body to her, but I wasn’t the only one being driven by something I couldn’t control; unadulterated lust that always left a lasting impression. I’d make sure it did.
With my jeans shoved down some until the tops of my ass cheeks were naked against the wood, my own wood flinched in my hand as if it recognized it was free and was about to abscond for greener pastures that didn’t have restrictive jeans. Then, it changed its mind, remembering that she was the greener pasture. My meaty pole laid down like a good soldier waiting to be given orders would.
When Anna two-handed gripped my erection right above my hand, I let my fingers fall away to rest knuckles-down on the deck’s floor. She stood my erection up to put the protection on it. After capping my tip with the latex, she worked with downward sure strokes. This was definitely not her first time doing that.
My nerve-endings were even more sensitive in my base, lungs seizing up as she unintentionally milked me. Slowly. She knew exactly what she was doing, revving my engine so to speak as her eyes burned like lasers into mine. If I got any harder, my groin would be the skin-version of titanium. I wondered if I could patent then sell that for a fortune.
When the latex covered my entire shaft, she palmed my stomach. Keeping a one-handed grip on my base, she stood to step forward then hover over me in one fluid movement. Oh my damn, she was pure graceful sensuality in the flesh. Anna was quickly turning into one of those earthly pleasures—when she let herself be one—that you needed time to develop an immunity to before having some stamina with her was possible. She was already inciting that warning tingle at the base of my spine and yep, this was absolutely going to be a quickie.
“Sweetheart, your panties,” I rasped out, not looking forward to a thousand tiny cuts or abrasions from the edges of whatever scrap of material she wore. Hard pass on that thank you very much.
“What panties?” she rasped back, switching her grip to backhanded before she sunk down on my tip and bent over to take my mouth with hers at the same time.
No underwear? Where has this woman been all my life? She was ready without being told to get ready, a civilian equal to a soldier. The invasion of her tongue merged with the beauty of being surrounded on all sides by her soft body. It
had a core temperature that Hell had to have bestowed upon her at birth or at least around puberty. The additional heat and friction from entering her pushed my right mind off the side of a cliff. Going after it would take me from this moment. I wasn’t giving up a single one, so I stayed put, and unable to do anything but feel as she slid at her leisure down my length as far as she could before rising up only to do it again.
She worked on taking all of me inside her like a champ until her body adjusted to my width. The problem was that my dick wasn’t adjusting to her. She was too tight, too hot, and moving too damn slow. I needed her weight on me again, I was missing the slight pressure hers produced, and the human contact it gave that reminded me that I was human too.
I had already grown used to her signature feel when she was against me. For the moment, she was mine dammit. I wanted her on me, so I went after her by running my fingers up her naked thighs and under her skirt to grasp at her hips on a down swing. My hips rose up to meet her. She hissed then dropped chest to chest to me as if she’d forgotten how to stand.
Thankfully, her skirt was long enough to hide the linking of our bodies, and I wanted to thank whoever created skirts. Of course, it was a woman. Who else would think of a contraption to drive a man bonkers and give him easy access to one of the most sought-after parts on a woman’s body at the same time?
The center of her enclosed my tip in blistering warmth and hugged my dick too tightly. I couldn’t handle it, on the verge of developing a severe, untreatable case of claustrophobia, and in I was in heaven and hell at the same time. I wanted to leave both leaves only to return again. My hips compressed against the bench as my fingers raised her up.
Holding her in place, I lunged up inside her while directing her body down on me at a high rate of speed. The results were catastrophic; I had encased myself in that snug spot inside her again, breached ‘heaven and hell’ again. And oh, how addicting it was to smash through the gates of both places again and again.