by Pamela Ann
Juan, another dilemma to be addressed later. And as for her birthday, I wouldn’t want to miss it.
“If it’s on a Saturday, you can count me in. I’d love to come and see your crazy-ass again.” I was sure I could figure out a way to be there without having to deal with Juan, which could prove to be difficult but, well, after today, I guessed I wouldn’t have to worry about anything since I was single.
I wasn’t ready to get physical with anyone; it’s too soon. However, the thought of hanging out with Juana would cheer my spirits up. Breakups with River never went easy on me, and this one would be no different. Without my friends here to hold my hand while I tried not to sabotage my life, Juana was the closest I had for support.
Juana squealed, breaking my reflective thought. “Ahhh, thank you, thank you! I’ll text you the details. My parents will be in town from Madrid, and they’ll throw me a dinner party. Then, afterwards, we can go for some dancing and all kinds of crazy stuff my friends have planned! I’m so excited!”
Crazy was the operative word when associated with Juana. “I don’t doubt your eighteenth will be wonderful, sweetie.” Juana was like the little sister I never had. A sweet darling with a rebellious streak that went against her parents’ wishes.
“Well, I have to go. Silas is forcing me to go to church with his mama.” She gave a dramatic sigh.
I grinned at the thought of her going into church, wearing dark makeup with her inky dark hair tousles and smelling like weed. The proper looking Silas sure had a handful with her.
“Try to say a prayer for me, too. I need a little boost from the Almighty. Well, you go have fun, babe. I’ll see you very soon.” We quickly hung up after a promise of another phone call a week prior to her birthday weekend.
Staring at my mobile, I scanned my messages, which was mostly filled with Juan’s unread ones. He didn’t know when to let go, even knowing I flew out here to see my boyfriend—no scratch that—ex-boyfriend, but that didn’t faze him. The man took denial to another level.
My body sagged against the mirror, feeling like a failure. Did I do the right thing by choosing my career? I couldn’t be too sure anymore.
Shit, it really was over. It was a sobering thought, most especially if I was in the losing end and the cause of our downfall.
The door forcefully slammed against the wall as River burst into the room, eyeing me with derision.
I viewed him with trepidation as he towered over me, eyes looking beastly, wild and animalistic, intending to cause harm.
“You disrespectful bitch! You could’ve waited until you were at the airport to call your lover, but no, you just had to fucking rub it in my face!”
If I told him it wasn’t Juan, and that it was his sister calling, would it make a difference? I doubted it. He’d probably find something else to accuse me of.
I was leaving in an hour’s time, and this could be the last time I got to see him in the flesh, yet he wanted to pick a fight?
I gave a labored sigh, feeling beyond depleted. Tears prickled in the back of my eyes. Still, I put on a brave mask, desperate to end this emotional war between us.
“Baby, please, I’m leaving soon. I don’t want to keep fighting with you. I get it—you want me out of your life. There’s no need to keep hating me. I’m going. I won’t bother you again.”
“You’re going to fuck him tonight, aren’t you?” River spat out, furious beyond rhyme or reason. “Fucking answer me, damn you!”
He was livid. Why? Wasn’t he the one who subtly suggested that I do minutes ago? And now he reacted with such violent rage, as if I had betrayed him again. This man’s volatile personality would be the death of me.
Sending him a fixed glare, I groaned in frustration. “What’s the point? Look at you; you’re getting all worked up for nothing! I don’t answer to you, not anymore, River.”
He became incensed. “You conniving cunt! You think you can play me like a fiddle? Do you honestly think you can fucking play this game better than I can?”
His raging display of jealousy was impressive, while I was calm as a cucumber. He was being unreasonable, blinded by conjured delusions, and I wasn’t going to indulge him any longer.
“If you don’t mind, I have to shower and change so I can continue being someone else’s cunt. So, will you please get out of the bathroom?”
That. Did. It.
In a flash, his roughened hand enclosed around my throat before he wretchedly brought his lips down so hard I began to taste blood. His kiss was punishing, unforgiving.
“You’re mine!” he savagely grunted out like a man unhinged before he stretched my legs apart and speedily buried his cock deep into my core. “You’re mine!” he repeated again as he kissed me deeper, harder, harsher.
What happened to letting me go? This deranged man possessively kissed me like he was having second thoughts, or was this jealousy talking? If it was the latter, then it meant I affected him still. Maybe there was hope after all?
I grabbed his firm ass, pulling him farther into my swollen sex. “I love you so much,” I moaned against his lips, loving being manhandled by him, only him. If there was a speck of chance, I had to do something drastic to convince him. “If you’re still contemplating, I can stay for another day to try to persuade you. I’m yours, babe.” Both of our lips parted as we panted, groaning simultaneously when I felt him expand inside me and creamed all over my walls for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours.
“I thought you said you couldn’t.” His lips travelled around my ear, breathing against it as he made these small thrusts, gifting me every last milky bead.
Giving him my exposed neck, I sought below, slowly massaging his scrotum before I huskily whispered, “I’m willing to risk it. I can’t lose this … This is too good to let go.”
His half-mast length began to harden again, making us both groan in unison.
“How high will you jump to get me to say yes, Cara?”
“Anything … Anything you ask.” I was in so deep. I never wanted out. Juan was a mistake I didn’t intend on repeating.
He cradled my cheek before he brought his face inches from mine. “Even if I add another woman in the equation?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat before I rasped out with a steady voice, “Even then.” He wants to take it there? Well, fine, let’s really take it there.
“Choose the woman for tonight.”
All right …
Unblinking, I made a quick choice. “I want Stassy.” The woman was slutty, but hot, and I’d choose her over Willa any day. “But this only happens tonight. If you think this will be a common thing, I’ll withdraw my deal.” He got a pass because I promised to make good on his fantasies, and I supposed this was one of them.
“That won’t be a problem.” He spoke with utmost confidence before his forefinger lifted my chin, eyeing me with ambiguity. “Are you sure you want to do this, Cara?”
“Never been sure in my life, River.” Sure, this was beyond the realm of what I was accustomed to, but maybe it was time we mixed things up a bit.
The man responded with another kiss as he began to roll his hips harder, nearing completion before he came inside me, shuddering with intensity. “No more until tonight; my cock needs to recharge.” River tenderly pressed his lips to my forehead, holding me close before he lovingly kissed me. “Come back to bed. I want you with me. I barely slept last night.”
Oh, steady my beating heart.
My eyes roved over his gorgeous face, hopelessly in love with him. “Let me call Cora so I can inform her that I won’t be back until tomorrow, then I’ll join you after.”
He nodded before kissing both of my hands and murmured, “Don’t take too long.”
I’m going to win him back, my mind grounded with one purpose as I watched him retreat back to the bedroom.
The call informing Cora that I had to extend my day off due to personal crisis didn’t go as smoothly as planned. I didn’t disclose any intimate det
ails of my present situation, but I stressed enough that I needed another day to fix my relationship with River. And since Joshua Peaks’ flight was delayed from London, she eventually granted me a day off, though I had to promise that I’d be ready to work at five a.m. the next morning.
Okay, thank God that was over. I let out a breath of relief as I hopped off the smooth, cold counter, in dire need of warmth from the man I couldn’t live without.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I found River fast asleep. His naked body was partially covered with a white sheet hanging low on his hips, showcasing the fine specimen that he was—chiseled, exquisite, all defined hard mass of muscle, and with a mean dick to match his perfection. And right on cue, his semen slowly spurted out of my crevice, reminding me of his fierce lovemaking.
Retracing my steps, it took me another five minutes to clean myself up before I climbed in bed with him, and when I did, he automatically pulled me against the heat of his body, spooning me as he nestled his nose against the back of my neck, welcoming me home.
No matter how I painted it, denied it with every fiber of my soul, at the end of the day, the truth remained unchanged—River would always be my home.
Secured in his embrace, I dozed off, holding his hand over my chest.
Sometime later, I woke up with River kissing the back of my ear, whispering, “Stassy’s on board.”
Sleep fog vanished in an instant. Events from earlier flashed in my mind before things began to fall into place. Stassy. Tonight. Right.
I wasn’t necessarily intimidated, more like apprehensive seeing this in a different perspective, like an initiation of a sort. A rite of passage to become the woman who promised him her body and soul.
“How did you manage to get her to agree so quickly?” When he wanted something done, River wasted no time.
He shrugged. “I just asked, and she said yes.”
I paused, frowning. “You just brazenly walked up to her and asked if she wanted to join us, and she said okay without an ounce of hesitation?” What kind of women did he surround himself with? How many Stassys were there trotting along with his crew? The thought didn’t help with the suppressed jealousy I’d been holding back.
“These things are pretty common in our industry, Cara …” he softly informed me, unperturbed.
Common in our industry. Women were paid and contracted to “entertain” their high-profile artists. Due to security and the small group of people they revolved their world in, these women came in handy to satiate their appetites without having to worry about media leaks and scandal. They were handsomely paid for their loyalty and silence.
It didn’t seem foreign to him to taste such delights.
“Guess that means you’re pretty experienced in this sort of thing, then?”
He had a crew of pussy posse. His personal gang bang. His band of kitty clusterfuck.
“You gave me two years to experiment. What did you expect?”
Two years of experimenting whatever type of shenanigan suited his tastes. Great. That just boosted my confidence to a record high of zero.
“How many … experiments have you had?”
“Too many to count. But I promise you, I wore protection. Every. Single. Time.”
I winced. “Well, that’s comforting.” Not.
I had no right to be racked with jealousy, because I had made a choice two years ago. I had left him without a decency of a call, a letter, or some sort of message whatsoever. Blinded by pain and betrayal, I had vanished, disconnecting from home, and made a new life for myself, only to resurface back in his life after he recognized a billboard advertising Clover. I had no one to blame but myself.
“You can’t be seriously jealous about the past. How the heck are you going to handle later?”
My friend Vodka promised to warm me up beforehand. That ought to count for something. Kells had done it without remorse, or so she had led me to believe. And there were others I knew who gleefully bragged about it. It was a new norm, and one I had yet to experience. Tonight would change that.
“What will happen later …? What do you expect me to do, erm, during the uh, process?” I was a stuttering mess. What if River expected me to do all sorts of crazy stunts and I wouldn’t be able to do it?
You can always walk away, my mind lingered on the gigantic debacle ahead, pondering if tonight was just another disaster waiting to happen.
“Don’t worry; you take control of the whole thing. You get to call the shots.”
That was quite a tall order for an unexperienced newbie like me. I couldn’t envision barking orders for a quick orgasm.
Sweat broke out of my pores, feeling the pressure of what tonight would bring. Amidst my worry, one thought remained unanswered.
“How will this exactly help convince you to keep me?”
“I’m giving you a little taste of the illicit; that rush of thrill a person gets when they’re doing something forbidden. That way, maybe you won’t be tempted to open your legs to the next man who wants to fuck you.”
There was a lot of undercurrent disdain underneath those words. And I felt them all. His message was loud and clear. My loyalty was in question. His trust in damnation. My place in his life was under consideration.
We were tangled in a gridlock, and the only way to break the chains was to put us under the same situation and go from there. But my mind came up with another snag.
“Are you going to be exclusively mine, or are you planning to have other women on the side?”
“You’ll be the only woman I fuck, Cara.” He got his bold message across without needing to use emphasis. “Why? Are you having second thoughts?”
I shook my head. “Not in the least, but I could do with a few kisses, though.” To put my doubts at bay.
Chapter Twenty
River
We were in the bedroom upstairs. Stassy had just entered the room, dressed only in her short chemise. She only had eyes for one person—the woman nervously standing next to the bed—my wild Cara.
I was doing this for her, for us. I craved to tame that lecherous side of her, and I knew Stassy might not be enough to tame it, but I figured if she had a taste of the forbidden, Cara wouldn’t feel so inclined to fantasize about that Spanish guy again. I could offer her that sensation, too.
I made sure Stassy understood what was required of her tonight—that this was all about Cara, and all the focus and attention would be on her. Not me. Not Stassy. We’d basically make her come so hard she would have no room for fantasies, and on the nights she found herself horny on that wretched island, she would only have to touch herself, thinking about this moment.
Stassy coquettishly smiled at Cara before taking a step, swaying her hips as she seductively dropped her robe to the floor, displaying her double Ds. She then paused, as if to check Cara’s reaction, before resuming forward, voracious for her main entrée.
The unrestrained look Stassy had in her eyes showed Cara what she was in for tonight. Meanwhile, Cara’s eyes were as big as saucers when Stassy reached her.
Without hesitation, Stassy slanted her lips and began to caress Cara’s neck slowly, deliberately as she hastily began to unknot the robe before sliding the slip off Cara’s gorgeously aroused body.
Stassy didn’t waste a beat. She dove straight to her breasts, moaning as she suckled and bit her nipples while kneading the other. Cara’s lips trembled, fighting back a moan.
I had to admit, I was getting turned on watching Cara fight the lust …
And when Stassy began to bring her down onto the bed slowly, I stood there, paralyzed, mesmerized as I witnessed Cara parting her legs, offering Stassy the source of my addiction.
Stassy bent over, her pussy glistening with wetness as she stuck her tongue out between Cara’s thighs. The first lick made Cara gasp. Stassy was so experienced that, in under a minute, Cara was writhing against her mouth, needing more.
Rock hard and in a pained state, I began to undo my pants, dropping it on the floor a
s my eyes hungrily took in the lust-filled haze in Cara’s eyes. Then I purposely strode towards her, joining them.
She lifted her head when I began to slide her body, shifting her across the bed until her head was at the edge so I could feed her my cock, to which she happily opened her mouth to receive me.
After she came, Cara began to explore Stassy’s body. Much to my surprise, she bent over and began to eat her out, flicking that nub with vengeance as she slipped her middle finger into her hole. Cara became emboldened, transformed, as the lust completely took hold of her.
Situating myself behind her as she ate Stassy, I slipped into her ass before finishing in her pussy.
Then the girls shifted again, both eyeing me as if I was to be devoured.
“Your turn.” The minx grinned at me.
This time, they both decided to kneel before me and cater to my needs. They simultaneously drove me to the edge, with Cara sucking my dick while Stassy consumed my balls.
I hissed with pleasure. Threesomes had never been this mind-numbingly good. Anything to do with Cara was one hundred times stronger. She made it beyond pleasurable. She brought me to the brink of oblivion, sending me to the ultimate nirvana. I came so hard, painting both their faces with my cream.
While Stassy wiped hers off before slipping in it her mouth, I used my cock to clean Cara’s off before feeding it to her, scooping every last bit until she was well fed.
Stassy groaned with exhaustion as she crawled onto the bed. She began touching herself while watching Cara kissing me, turned on by our passion. While Cara and I locked lips, the minx somehow began stroking my cock. Then I felt something that made me stop breathing altogether. She began to sheathe my member, rolling a condom on my cock, halting me.
“No,” I readily objected.
She smiled before kissing me deeply then slowly guided my throbbing pole into Stassy’s pussy. Cara didn’t release my lips as I let the feel of Stassy’s heat control my body. And in no time, I began to slide in and out of her. We were kissing while I fucked someone else.
“I love you,” she whispered with so much passion, with so much love, that it unleashed something wild within me. It was so feral that I felt like a savage animal was about to rip through me. “I’m so in love with you.”