by Kaia Bennett
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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by
Kaia Bennett
Copyright © Kaia Bennett, December 2014
Cover Art by Najla Qamber Designs
Formatting by: Wyrding Ways Press
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Edited by Jacquelyn Fox/Happy Endings Editing
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Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this novel are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone is unintentional.
Thanks to Patrice, Michelle, Ali and Kirsti (the other K!) for beta reading. Thanks to my family and friends who show me everyday how beautiful and loving this world can be. And thank you to the readers. I will forever be grateful to you for taking this journey with me.
For Nicole Langley, the worst part of visiting her sister Jackie this summer was waiting around during the day until she got home from work so they could go out drinking. It was torture. Her sister promised to take time off work this visit so they could really enjoy the week now that Nicole was 21, but that plan had vanished when Jackie got promoted a few months ago and her workload increased.
Gone were the days when she’d catch a cab from LaGuardia to the Lower East Side apartment Jackie shared with her long-term boyfriend Ian, only to head right back out into the balmy city night. Her visits had always been full of fun that rivaled the mischief she could get up to in their hometown of Austin, Texas. But Jackie was a legal associate at Cartwright & Paulson now. Ian was working as a CPA at the Cohn, Hewitt & Vargas accounting firm. For all the fancy names and corporate suits they were still broke as hell, still paying off student loans and living with a roommate to save on crazy rent. Adulthood had come knocking and they’d answered the door.
Still, they were on their way, barreling straight into successful careers and a future together, and that meant there wasn’t much room for Nicole. Jackie had even said she wouldn’t mind if she wanted to spend her final weeks before finishing up her Communications degree somewhere else. It was actually kind of sweet of her, since she knew Nicole wouldn’t thrive cooped up in an apartment all day any better than she would roaming around a big city alone. Boredom was her kryptonite after all.
Nicole smirked when she recalled the slight panic she felt when Jackie suggested they skip her annual trip. She was definitely visiting Jackie this year, and not just because she loved her and Ian, not just for the sentimental pull that tugged her back on this last summer before her own journey into adulthood began. No, there was also a very sexy, smart, kind and newly single reason to visit, even if she wasn’t going to get anything but a glimpse of him.
So, Nicole awoke that morning on the couch, which was pulling double duty as her makeshift bed, to the sound of everyone getting ready for work. She forced herself to fall back asleep for another hour, but then she was wide awake. She sat up rubbing her eyes, then huffed and looked around at the empty apartment. She couldn't think of anything fun to do by herself that early in the morning, and she didn't know the city as well as she should, having seen most of it at night through the haze of too much alcohol. So she showered and dressed and tried to pass the time without drowning in a sea of boredom.
It didn't work as well as she had hoped.
Nicole watched TV for all of two hours before she started to realize why people worked during the day. Three hundred channels and not a fucking thing on but People's Court, daytime soaps, movies she had already seen, and Maury Povich. That was absolutely the last straw. She turned to a music video channel just to fill the place with some noise and picked through the contents of the refrigerator. A bowl of grapes and a string of the hottest music videos of the moment kept her distracted for another hour or so before restlessness and boredom took over yet again. The clock said it was eleven in the morning and she was already suffering from cabin fever after just one day in town. It was at that moment she decided to get in touch with her rather dormant adventurous spirit. Even walking around town aimlessly had to be better than this. She grabbed a skirt and a tank top out of her suitcase next to the couch and headed to the bathroom to change.
She donned a white tank and a white and blue checkered, pleated skirt, sweeping her dark hair up into a ponytail as she left the bathroom and headed down the hallway. Realizing she’d left her clothes on the edge of the tub, which Jackie hated and always had to remind her not to do, she went back to get them and her gaze drifted over to the room closest to the bathroom.
Gabriel's room.
She paused, peeking through the slightly closed door to the bed within. She had been in there once or twice when Gabriel had a new song or CD for her to download, or a book he’d recommended she read. He’d moved in a little over a year ago when Jackie and her boyfriend Ian had to get rid of their last roommate, who had almost set the couch on fire when he’d invited his loser friends over to get high. That guy had been crass, sloppy, and late on the rent more than a few times. Gabriel was none of those things. He was their good friend, and had a relatively decent job at an employment recruiting firm while he saved up money to play music full time and get his own place. He tried to keep his messes inside his space, though he wasn't usually around much to make any. And if he did smoke, he had yet to set anything on fire.
He put all the guys she dated to shame and served as the image she used to relieve sexual tension more times than she could count. In her mind he was tender and sweet, touching her skin reverently, laying gentle kisses all over her body. He would take his time making her wet, unlike the last asshole she had gone out with who thought a few licks and a dry finger was all that was required before he could stick it in. Gabriel would know better, would ask her if she was ready and then ease himself in carefully. He would tell her he had been waiting so long for this moment as he stroked her into a frenzy, making her come over and over again with the power of his strong body and gentle words.
Just the thought of it made her body shiver, and before she knew it she was pushing open the door and stepping inside his personal space. Her body hummed just thinking about how he slept in that bed, the sheets rumpled and unmade from when he woke earlier that morning. She thought of the glimpse she caught of him when he came out of the shower. Those twin gradient tribal tattoos stood out red and black against the sides of his v-shaped torso, the towel riding low on his narrow hips.
Thank goodness he had been oblivious to the pair of brown eyes surveying him from over the edge of the couch.
Now she was standing where he had been when he closed that door. She let her hand run over the dresser as she walked quietly inside, her fingers tapping over his brush, his comb, the deodorant he used. She picked up the bottle of cologne he used and opened it, breathing in the intoxicating scent.
She put the cap back on, careful to place the bottle back where it belonged, and
surveyed the rest of the room. Beside the dresser was a pretty nice entertainment center, and on the other side of that was his bookshelf. She had nearly creamed her panties when she found out it wasn't just for show, that he did in fact read when he got the chance, and that they shared similar taste in books. A ridiculously huge rack of CDs and records along with his propped up guitar filled the far corner of the room. The walls were lined with posters of his favorite musicians, as well as mementos from shows he and his band played.
Below those posters was the bed, which was simple. It had metal rungs for the headboard with white sheets and a steel grey comforter. She could still see the indent of his body in the mattress, the curve in the center of the pillow where he rested his head each night. On either side of the bed were small tables with a few drawers each, where pictures of his family and friends rested. She was tempted to open up those drawers and see what he kept in them, but she resisted. She didn't intend to go snooping through his things. All she wanted to do was be in his space, to see the side of him she wasn't usually allowed to see, at least not for long periods of time. Instead she swept her hands over the sheets, letting her legs brush against them where they drooped to the floor.
Nicole wondered as she brought her knee up onto the bed what it must be like to be a girl in this bed with him. Did he sleep with a lot of girls? She knew of at least one girl when he first moved in, his ex-girlfriend Marta. At the time she asked herself what the fuck kind of name was Marta? In this case, it was the type of name a gorgeous half-Indian, half-Spanish girl would have, the kind with long dark hair, golden, almond-shaped eyes and a tall, lithe frame with generous curves. Her skin was rich toffee compared to Nicole's milk chocolate with red undertones, her height and build making Nicole feel like an overly curvy dwarf, even if she was average in terms of height and her curves were welcomed by plenty.
What kind of girl did he sleep with now that his ex was out of the picture? Nicole only got to visit her sister occasionally during breaks from school, so she never got to see exactly what kind of girl besides Marta could make Gabriel take a second look. She brought her other knee onto the bed. Resting on all fours, she pretended she was that girl, the one that he wanted. What would it be like to have him lying in this bed next to her, his hips barely covered by these sheets? She crawled closer to the center of the bed, smiling seductively, pretending she was crawling toward a deliciously naked Gabriel instead of the cold indent of his body, when her knee landed hard on something tucked under the sheets. The sound of the TV turning on startled her, as did the image that popped up on the screen. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widened.
There, a girl was getting fucked to within an inch of her life. The TV was on mute so she couldn't hear, but she could guess at the screams of ecstasy escaping her throat as the guy on screen spread her legs wide and thrust his substantial cock into her like a jackhammer. He leaned over, one hand around her throat, the other smacking at a bobbing breast as he took her faster and harder.
Nicole felt her pussy spasm at the sight playing out in front of her. She had seen porn, had even sought it out when between boyfriends. But she had never seen two people so into it before, so caught up in the movement of their bodies, thrashing and bucking as they tried to capture a real life orgasm. Her breath came out in increasingly short bursts, her thighs clenching and her ass starting to wiggle as her pussy sought out more friction. She watched as the guy bent over and grabbed the pretty brunette’s face, mouthing something through clenched teeth. His arm made a sharp movement off camera that made the girl nod and bite her lip. He was smacking her ass, Nicole realized, and when he did it again, when the girl's baby blues rolled back in her head, Nicole finally moved, coming out of her spell enough to find the remote under the folds of fabric.
"OH GOD! FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!!!"
The girl's voice filled the quiet room. If she was faking it, then she was very good at her job. The pace her partner set looked punishing and every thrust made a lewd, wet slapping sound.
"You like that don't you?" the guy demanded in between sharp gasps of his own. "Fucking slut! Tell me you like it!"
"I like it! Oh, I love it!"
Rapt over the way his cock seemed to fill and impale her completely, the girl’s body shuddered with every thrust. Her eyes snapped shut, and Nicole realized that the girl was really about to orgasm on camera from the most brutal fucking she had ever witnessed.
"You coming on my cock, you little slut? Huh?" he growled over her mouth. "You gonna come for me all over my fucking cock?"
Yes, she was. All over it. She was jerking and practically speaking in tongues, and without thinking, Nicole reached between her legs and rubbed her fingertips over the wet spot on her panties, her gaze fixed on the two people fucking like animals on the screen. Her fingers circled the pool of damp cotton, pressing it into her throbbing slit while she knelt on all fours on Gabriel’s bed. The sounds of hardcore fucking filled every corner of the room, slithering over her skin, making each movement of her probing fingers more and more frantic. Before she knew it she was lifting the remote, going back to the beginning of the scene so she could benefit fully from the images emblazoned in her retina.
She sat back on her heels, dipping her fingers into her panties now, watching and hearing everything through the haze of lust instead of surprise. A part of her couldn't believe how turned on she was. The guy was so forceful, almost cruel. She wondered if it hurt the girl to be fucked that hard, to have that much cock shoving into her that fast. And yet every time it did, every time the camera did a close up of that thick meat driving into that wet, pink slit surrounded by perfectly waxed peaches and cream skin, Nicole gasped. Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip, her hips rocking at a steady rhythm against the fingers hidden underneath her skirt. Her nipples were throbbing, so sensitive, and she reached for one, pinching it softly between her thumb and forefinger, and then as an experiment just a little harder. She glanced to her left, seeing herself in the mirrors lining his closet doors. Her eyes were hooded, her pink lips parted and slick. She could see her nipples jutting out against the white fabric of her tank top, her soft thighs fully revealed as she spread her legs wider on Gabriel's bed.
And all at once it hit her.
This was his bed. He slept here, and if what was on his TV were any indication, he stroked himself here too. Maybe last night he tangled himself up in these sheets and came on them. Maybe he had said and done the same things she was seeing on the screen to any number of girls. The prospect of his sweet eyes and his almost shy smile disappearing in a wave of rutting lust spurred her on, made her pussy so wet that her panties were little more than decoration. She looked at her own reflection and found she didn't even recognize the girl staring back at her. The Nicole who had tip-toed quietly inside this gorgeous man's space had been replaced by a hungry slut who was wearing too much clothing on her overheated skin. She peeled off her shirt. Her breasts were round and full, the dark chocolate nipples jutting upwards and tingling. Her skin was smooth and soft, her torso on the short side to make way for full hips and long legs. There was a soft curve to her belly, the likes of which crunches and exercise refused to flatten completely. Underneath her skirt was a round ass, just plump enough to attract all kinds of "positive" attention. What she wouldn't give to have Gabriel look at her the way boys at school did.
The guy on screen was flipping the girl over now, barely giving her time to recover before he shoved himself back in. Nicole found herself constricted by the fabric covering her wet, throbbing pussy. She bent forward onto the bed, not willing to relinquish her impending orgasm while she stripped her panties off. She rested her head on the bed, using her right hand to shimmy her panties off her hips, while her left hand stroked her clit in rapid circles. A particularly good stroke made her moan, and she wondered if she was narcissistic for liking the sound, for getting turned on by it. She imagined that Gabriel was there with her, at her back the way the guy on the screen was, driving what she was sure had to b
e a beautiful cock into her hungry flesh.
She got her panties down past her knees, and then lifted her legs to strip them off of her pointed feet. They lay forgotten on the bed, and so did her sense of reason. Everything but pure lust and the power of her imagination was abandoned. She tilted her head slightly so she could watch the screen. One of the girl's legs was balanced on the edge of the couch, and the camera was peering underneath them so that once again there was a close up of flesh sliding into flesh, of balls slapping against a blushing pink clit.
"You're a nasty bitch, aren't you?"
The girl sucked air in between her teeth, smiling and laughing when the guy pulled her hair and slapped her ass.
"Ungh, yeah, call me a nasty bitch, baby! Call me a dirty fucking slut! Ohhh!"
Nicole heard more than saw the girl’s ass get slapped again, the growls of both parties as he kept fucking her hard and fast. She was too far gone to watch them now, unable to put off coming, unable to stop her mind from replacing the two on screen with her and Gabriel. She saw him in her mind’s eye, slapping her breasts, wrapping his musician's fingers around her long neck as he thrust between her widespread legs. She saw him taunting her, telling her how she was going to come for him, all over his big cock.
"Gabriel," she moaned. The wet stroking of her fingers was rivaled only by the juicy smacking sounds of the pair on screen. "Gabriel."
She loved the sound of her voice moaning his name, and she pretended he could hear, that he was slapping her ass and forcing her to say his name. She imagined he was commanding her body to respond in every way. There on his bed, eyes closed tight and hips rolling over her fingers, she could pretend that it wasn't just a fantasy. It was as if smelling him on his sheets and being in his room like this connected her to him.
"Gabriel! Fuck me, Gabriel," she said, panting into the sheets as she stroked her clit faster and faster. She was so close to coming, her body starting to tremble, her breath coming out harsh and labored as she approached her release. The fingers of her free hand gripped the edge of his bed. Her moans grew louder, rivaling the girl's on the screen. Closer and closer she came, harder and harder she stroked, until the image of him coming inside of her on that very bed made her detonate. Her hips bucked and rolled, her teeth gritted and then her mouth opened to inhale the breath that had eluded her, her body shivering from her orgasm. When she exhaled she cried out in a moan that was pure lust, licking her lips as if she could taste him.