by Twyla Turner
Chapter 12
“Untitled (How Does It Feel)”
Lexi finished the last stroke of her paintbrush on the painting of Sloan. Even to her biased eye, the painting was amazing. She attributed it all to Sloan. He was the perfect model, beautiful, compelling and flawed.
“Alright, I’m done. You can relax now.” Lexi said looking away from the intense stare he had been giving her the entire time she painted him.
“Can I see?” Sloan asked quietly but hopefully.
“Yes. It’s…It’s as much for you as it is for me.” Lexi stuttered, her stomach fluttered with nervous jitters, hoping that he’d like it.
Sloan unfolded his lean muscular body from the steps of the gazebo and slowly walked towards her. Once he reached her, Lexi stepped back from the easel to give him a full view of her portrait. Sloan looked at her nervous as well, they simultaneously took a deep breath and Sloan turned to look at the painting of himself.
He drew in a sharp breath at the artwork in front of him. Sloan stood stunned at the version of himself that he had never seen before. Whenever he saw his reflection he found himself lacking, hideous, half of who he used to be. The portrait that Lexi had painted showed a rugged, confident and handsome man. His scars an extension of him, sexy and dangerous. As well as happy, seductive and in love. He turned and looked at Lexi in astonishment.
“This is what you see…when…when you look at me?” Sloan asked in wonder, his eyes glassy and filled with emotion.
“Yes.” Lexi’s voice was thick with worry.
A single tear slipped down Sloan’s face, overwhelmed. Lexi rushed to him, afraid that he hated it. Raising a hand up to his face, she stroked away the tear with her thumb.
“You hate it.” Lexi said sadly looking up at him.
“God, no! You were right, seeing myself through your eyes…I have no words. You women think you’re the only ones that worry about your physical appearance. It’s hard to adjust when people look at you like a freak show. And I don’t see myself like this painting when I look at myself in the mirror. I try to avoid my reflection whenever possible.” Sloan looked away in shame.
“Well I’m pretty sure that others see what I see, so they’re not looking at you like a freak. They’re looking at you because you’re beautiful and they’re curious. I knew you had a beautiful soul even before you cleaned up. It’s evident in the way you carry yourself, the way you take care of me even when you have nothing. You’re a good man, before the looks. I…I…care about you Sloan.” Lexi faltered on her words, trying to find the right word to describe how she felt about him, though she knew ‘care’ wasn’t a strong enough word, but too afraid to admit more.
Sloan was disappointed that she didn’t she say more, wanting to hear those three words. What am I a girl?! Suck it up Stryker. You’re a fucking Marine for god sakes. Sloan shrugged off his despondent mood and cupped Lexi’s face.
“Take a shower with me?” Sloan asked.
“Okay.” Lexi answered shyly.
Sloan reached for her hand and together they walked into the house and straight to the bathroom. Lexi watched as Sloan reached into the shower and turned the spray on to warm. While the water warmed up, Sloan tossed the shirt that was still resting on his shoulder for the painting to the floor. He then reached for the waistband of his jeans and undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
Lexi watched enthralled at the amazing body he revealed. His nearly hairless sculpted chest, chiseled abs with the dark sexy happy trail leading down to the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen and strong beautiful legs dusted with dark hair.
Sloan looked at her expectantly. Lexi catching the hint that he wanted her to strip for him, she reached down to the hem of her tank and pulled it up over her head. Next she gripped the waist of her flowing pants and let them drop to the floor. Still self-conscious of her scars, she stood awkwardly in front of Sloan as his eyes roamed her body.
Trying not to focus on her discomfiture, Lexi continued to strip. Pulling down her heart print undies and reaching around to unclasp her bra, both items meeting the others on the floor. Sloan took in her every luscious curve and every flaw that made her more real more approachable. And he knew that he loved every amazing inch of her small four foot eleven inch frame.
Getting more and more anxious under his piercing blue-gray gaze, Lexi reached out a trembling hand and stroked her fingertips over the satiny skin of his distended erection. Sloan hissed at the unexpected touch. And as what was becoming a habit where she was concerned, Sloan’s control snapped and he captured her lips in a blistering kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off of her feet and placed her under the spray of the showerhead and stepped in behind her. Impatient to be inside of her, Sloan bent her over, smoothing his hands down her back following the path of the water cascading down her skin. Grasping his thick shaft, he positioned the large tip at the entrance to her aching sex and slammed into her in one powerful thrust.
Lexi screamed, her voice bouncing off the shower walls. Sloan’s driving pumps were relentless. Lexi reached for the wall to steady herself, desperate to find something to hold onto as his hips thrust into her so forceful that he lifted her off her feet.
Sloan sat back on the edge of the tub with Lexi on his lap, so they wouldn’t slip and fall from his vigor. He continued to thrust into her tight clenching warmth. Holding firmly to her hips he guided her smoothly up his length and down again. He felt the beginning flutters of her core around him. Lifting her one last time, practically to the head of his manhood, he slammed her back down and she squeezed and released around him with quivering convulsions as she cried out his name. He exploded inside her with a shout. Her muscles rippled around him extending his climax till he was spent.
“Jesus, you wreck me!” Sloan exclaimed.
“Well you better be glad I like you.” Lexi said breathlessly. “I normally don’t like to get my hair wet until I’m ready to wash and style it. Usually I’d put on a shower cap, but I doubt that would inspire passionate lovemaking.” She said scowling back at him, the weight of the water on her hair had made the fluffy curls of her afro hang down her back in tiny ringlets.
“I’ll take you any way I can get you.” Sloan said kissing her back softly.
He gently raised Lexi off his lap, his softened shaft slipping from her tender body. Lexi had never felt this good, this happy from being sore after sex. She usually cried under the spray of water rocking in the corner of a shower floor, with a stream of blood circling down the drain from fresh cuts on her thighs or even from her torn insides. But now every ache and pang of tenderness in her nether regions made her think of every powerful thrust that brought her to orgasm and her stomach would flutter with butterflies.
Sloan knew she had to be sore and he felt a little guilty for not giving her much time to recuperate in between each bout of lovemaking. But he wasn’t all together sure that he’d be able to stop himself when he was ready to go at it again. She turned him into a beast and he couldn’t understand it. She had said that she brought out the worst in men, well he didn’t think it was the worst, but he did want to possess her in every way.
Trying to shake off the inescapable need he constantly had for her, Sloan grabbed her loofa and bodywash. Pouring the liquid soap on the bright blue puff Sloan smoothed it over Lexi’s neck and down her arms. His free hand travelled down the path of suds the loofa started, her skin felt slick and silky under the soapy bubbles. His fingers circling her nipple made her gasp softly and his eyes that had been following the path of his hands, looked up at her heavy lidded light green eyes.
“Is it really necessary for you to feel me up in the process of washing me?” Lexi raised a brow at him, again breathless with arousal.
“I’m just trying to make sure I don’t miss a spot.” Sloan tried not to smile.
“Uh huh. Don’t you think we’ve had enough sex? I’m not sure how much more my body can take.” Lexi grudgingly put a stop to hi
s ministrations, still wanting more. When will this madness end?
“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. If your body is available to me, I can’t seem to stop touching you, which then gets me worked up again. Hell, I don’t even need to touch you. I feel like I’m a teenager or in my twenties, walking around with a boner because a pretty girl passed by.” Sloan said with a shake of his head, continuing to wash her body but trying not to touch her any more than he had to.
“Well I guess I should take that as a compliment.” Lexi gasped and then hissed the last word from a combination of pleasure and pain, as the loofa made a pass over her tender labia.
“Sorry.” Sloan grimaced at the look of pain on her face.
“It’s okay.” Lexi responded.
Sloan quickly finished washing her and then they traded. Lexi rinsed and poured more soap onto the loofa. Now it was her turn to wash him without trying to get him worked up. She trembled with the need to explore his amazing body with her fingertips, but knew that she couldn’t handle any more if he got worked up again.
When she was finished with his upper body and went to move to his lower half, she saw that even though she had avoided any extra intimate touches, his rock solid manhood still jutted out at her.
“Just ignore it. I’ll be fine.” Sloan said clenching his jaw painfully and refusing to look at her, afraid that he might lose it.
“So…this is probably a strange compliment, but I want to say it anyway. You have the most beautiful penis I have ever seen.” Lexi repeated her thoughts from earlier.
Sloan looked down at his rock solid erection.
“Beautiful?” Sloan asked, perplexed by the word choice.
“Yes, beautiful. Besides the fact that it’s ridiculously massive, it’s all one color, the same size from top to bottom and has a wonderful representation of veins running through it. In fact if this construction career doesn’t pan out for you and you decide not be a master chef, there’s always some money to be made in porn or penis molding for sex toys.” Lexi said doing everything in her power to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.
“Ah so you’ve got jokes. You won’t be laughing in a minute if you keep it up.” Sloan promised.
“Okay, so maybe I was joking about the porn part, but your penis really is pretty.” Lexi grinned.
“Alright alright…give me that girlie puff so I can finish up, before you give me a complex.” Sloan said taking the loofa and running it over his stiff mast.
Lexi watched as he washed the lower half of his body. She had never seen a man wash before and she thought it was sexy as hell. His erection never once faltered and she started to feel bad.
“Alexis…” Sloan said in a warning tone. “Stop staring at me like that. I’m trying everything in my power not to lose control and you’re not making it easy.” Sloan said, Lexi able to see the muscles in his jaw tick.
Without a word Lexi slid to her knees in front of him. Lexi had always hated blowjobs, the act more often than not forced on her. And the men never caring how rough they were with her, choking or gagging her. But since every interaction with Sloan, sexual or otherwise had been so amazing, she actually wanted to pleasure him in this way.
“Lexi, you don’t have to do that.” Sloan said looking down at her with a mixture of hope and guilt.
“I want to.” Lexi said looking up at him and he nearly came just from the look she gave him.
Lexi firmly circled her fingers around his thick shaft, her fingers failing at reaching all the way around him. Positioning him for her mouth, she licked around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum that seeped from its massive head. Sloan’s hips reflexively pumped towards her as he barked out a gasp.
Lexi felt completely in tune to his every movement and reaction. Her core clenched at his cries of ecstasy as she took him deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his length. She reached around and clasped his ass in a tight grip trying to find purchase and she guided him as deep as she could take him. Her clit throbbed with pleasure at every gentle pump of his hips into her mouth.
Sloan thought that he would go insane at the indescribable feeling of her mouth around him. He instinctively thrust forward and Lexi moaned around his cock. The vibrations of her moan against his flesh brought him to the brink. He then made the mistake of looking down at her. The vision of her plump lips wrapped around him and her green aroused gaze focused on his face, finally sent him over the edge.
He shouted out her name and his hips pumped into her mouth out of control as he spilled his seed in her awaiting mouth. Sloan’s reaction to the pleasure she was giving him, his strong climax and the buildup of tension in her clit brought out a shocking and unexpected orgasm that rip through her. She cried out around his pulsing shaft.
“Oh my God! What the hell was that?! Did you really just come?!” Sloan exclaimed, sliding down weakly to sit on the edge of the tub.
“Yes.” Lexi said short of breath, still dazed by her reaction to giving him oral.
“But…but you didn’t even touch yourself! That was incredible. Each time with you seems to top the one before. Hell, this whole damn day has blown my mind!” Sloan marveled.
“I concur.” Lexi said sluggishly, exhaustion from the active day finally catching up to her.
“Let me get you dried off and into bed. You look like you’re gonna fall over any minute.” Sloan said standing up on shaky legs and reaching out a hand to help Lexi off her knees.
“But what about dinner? It’s still early.” Lexi asked sleepily.
“Well I’m personally too tired to care. And we have an early day tomorrow.” Sloan reasoned.
“Hmm…” Lexi agreed.
Stepping out the shower, they quickly dried each other off. Still wrapped in towels they tiredly made their way to the bedroom. Too exhausted to care about putting on nightclothes, they crawled into bed. For the first time they put no barriers between them. Sloan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. He kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear and they passed out within seconds of their heads hitting the pillow they shared.
Chapter 13
“Stay With Me”
Lexi was having the strangest dream. She was riding her bike around town doing some shopping, but she wasn’t in Savannah, she was in Davenport. She happened to ride past Eric and she waved happily at him as she kept going, unafraid and unaffected by him.
She felt someone watching her as she parked her bike and walked into a store. As the eyes followed her she felt tingles in her clit. A moment later her arms were filled with bags and she was walking out the store, not knowing how she even paid for her items.
As she walked towards her bike she saw Sloan across the street, once again in his torn and dirty clothes. The flutters in her core gained intensity and she dropped her bags in the unexpected throes of an earthshattering orgasm.
The orgasm was so strong that it brought her out of a dead sleep. She cried out and her back arched. It wasn’t until she felt the very real laps and flicks of a warm soft tongue on her clit that she realized the orgasm was real and brought on by the sexy man currently taking up residence between her legs, waking her up in the most delightful way possible.
After gently bringing Lexi back down from her climax, Sloan raised his head up from between her thighs, looking at her with a wide grin across his face. He crawled up her body and smoothly, slid slowly into her drenched core.
“Good morning.” He groaned against her lips before dipping his tongue into her mouth as she gasped.
Lexi tasted herself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. Sloan stroked into her trying to be patient, for once not wanting to rush it. Then Lexi wrapped her thick legs around his hips, pushing him deeper with her feet against his ass. She plunged her fingers in his hair, holding on tight and kissing him fiercely.
Her passion sent Sloan into a frenzy and he gave up on his slow pace and he pounded into her with a punishing speed. Their simultaneous release overtook t
hem quickly and they cried into each other’s mouths. Sloan collapsed on top of Lexi prostrate.
“I figured it out. It’s your fault that I lose it every time we have sex.” Sloan said breathless against her neck.
“Me?” Lexi said innocently.
“Yes, you!” Sloan accused. “I try to be gentle and then you throw a wrench in my smooth moves by becoming a tigress in bed. I can’t ignore that shit!” Sloan whined.
“Smooth moves? Well it’s not my fault you decided to get me all worked up with a wakeup orgasm. Although that was the best alarm to wake up to ever!” Lexi sighed.
“Yeah, you looked so beautiful and peaceful when I woke up, I just couldn’t help myself to a little taste. But man you were sleeping hard. I thought for sure that you would wake up as soon as I started. So for a minute there I started feeling like a pervert.” Sloan explained.
“No worries, you can be a pervert every morning if you want. I definitely don’t mind.” Lexi smirked at him.
“Oh I bet you don’t.” Sloan said kissing her lips softly before finally rolling off of her. “Alright, it’s time for me to earn my keep around here and get back to work.”
Sloan got out of bed and stretched. His muscles cracking and he groaned in response. Lexi watched as the muscles in his back and ass bunched, strained and then relaxed. She was amazed at what twenty-four hours could do. Yesterday she had tried to avoid his erection at all costs and now she sought it out.
Lexi marveled at all she had missed over the years. None of the men in her past had ever come close to making her feel the way Sloan did. He kept saying that he felt bad over being too rough with her, but she was loving every minute of his so-called “rough” sex.
Sloan walked out of the room to head to the bathroom and Lexi jumped up on top of the mattress wrapped in the top sheet and did a little happy squeal and dance. I actually had mind-blowing sex…all day yesterday and this morning! Thank God! She danced around and stopped short when she saw Sloan leaning against the door jam, watching her.