Unexplainable

by Amity Cross

  West groaned into the crook of my neck and satisfaction coursed through me, right smack bang into my pussy. It turned me on knowing that I could get him hard with words alone. He wanted more and I was finally ready for it, but the sex would never go away. Sex was what brought us together and maybe it would be the thing that kept us that way, but working on an emotional connection was priority number one. That's what made this whole thing healthy, after all. But as always, I still couldn't stop thinking about his cock and what he could do with it.

  Threading my thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans, I murmured, "When they turn down the lights, I could always…"

  "Don't finish that sentence, Blair." He pulled away and stared at me with dark eyes, cupping my face and tracing my lips with a thumb. "You're in so much trouble."

  "How much? Because if it's not deep enough, I'm prepared to keep on going."

  "Blair, tell me what's wrong."

  "Nothing's wrong."

  "I may not know you that well, but I know enough to see that you're worked up."

  Was I that transparent? I thought I'd perfected my facade down to the last detail. It was so impenetrable it was like Wolverine's adamantium skeleton. Was I cracking already? Fuck that.

  "B?"

  "Leave it." I sighed and kissed his thumb.

  He gave me a look that suggested he was going to shelve it for later and ran his hand down my neck, pushing my hair back over my shoulder. The gesture was tender and West didn't do tender. I wasn't sure what I should be worried about more, random groupies throwing themselves at him, the fact that he seemed to care about my feelings, or if I should even worry at all. Fuck, and we hadn't even left the country yet.

  "What's this?" he asked, running his fingers along the silver chain around my neck. "I don't think I've seen you wear jewelry before."

  I'd hidden the pendant under my top and the chain was long enough that it sat in between my breasts, but I let him pull it out. When we'd packed up my stuff, I'd gone into my bedroom and taken it out of it's hiding place and stuffed it in my pocket where he couldn't see. I don't know why, but it was the only thing I had left that was my Mum's. I guess I wanted to keep her to myself and not let anyone's grubby mits touch something that was ours.

  West held the piece of rose quartz in his hand and turned it over in his palm, studying all the little swirls of pink and white crystal. "It's pretty," he said. "It suits you. It's simple."

  "It was my Mum's," I said, looking out the window at the planes along the tarmac. "After she got married to my Dad, they went to the coast for a holiday. She got it at one of those hippy market stalls. You know the ones with the crystals and incense and hemp bags and shit. I guess it was her reminder of better days."

  "And what does it mean to you?"

  It felt easy talking to him about it because he knew what had happened to them. I didn't need to perform my little avoidance trick. West would call bullshit at the slightest hint, anyway.

  "I remember her wearing it before things got bad. After a while, she stopped. I always wondered if she'd just given up, but I was too afraid to ask. I guess it reminds me of when she was happy, too."

  "Thank you," he said, dropping the pendant back down my top. "I know you don't like talking about your family."

  I shrugged, casting my eyes back out across the planes waiting outside. I didn't have much to say about them that was happy. From the time I was old enough to understand that my Dad was a raging alco and beating my Mum wasn't the norm, I don't think I'd smiled that often. I certainly didn't have any friends because who would want their kids to hang out with me? It wasn't my fault that my Dad was a prick but it didn't seem to matter. I'd tried to pick myself up and live after they were buried, but I never seemed to be able to make it. Financially or emotionally. A lifetime of being told how shit I was had amounted to this. Blair Hayden, Queen of the Bitches, long may she reign. My royal motto being, 'hurt them before they can hurt you'.

  Nobody looked twice. Nobody stuck around. Nobody cared. Not until I picked up Jake West in a dingy bar and fucked his brains out.

  "C'mon," Dark and Dangerous said, tugging at my hand. "Time to board. Are you ready?"

  I snorted at the irony of another screwed up metaphor. "As I'll ever be."

  I watched Blair as she stared out the window at a darkening London, her face plastered against the window of the town car. I wished I could see the look in her eyes as she took in one of my favorite cities for the first time. Her wide-eyed wonder at everything since we'd gotten on the plane had warmed something inside me, knowing that I was sharing it with her.

  Sliding a hand over her thigh, she looked back at me and smiled, her eyes sparkling, even though she looked beat from the flight.

  "See anything you like?" I asked with a grin.

  "It's kinda weird."

  "How?"

  "I've seen London in movies and stuff, but it's…I dunno, I guess now it's real. It's surreal, like an image come to life."

  I rose my eyebrows in genuine surprise. My foulmouthed, little wildcat had a whimsical heart in her. Fuck, I loved learning all these new things about her. Actually, it turned me on, but there wasn't much about her that didn't.

  "What?" She scowled at me, swatting my hand away.

  "Fuck, you turn me on."

  A smile crept across her face and I felt my cock begin to twitch. Fuck, I loved it when she smiled. She didn't do it often, but when she did…fuck me. I shifted so I could rearrange myself and her smiled widened into a grin.

  "If I had to live anywhere else other than Australia, I'd live here," I said, steering the conversation to a safer topic.

  "Why?" she asked, kicking her legs across my lap and I began to stroke her thigh.

  "We recorded here a few years ago and did a lot of small shows in pubs and underground clubs. It was one of the first places that took to us as a band. There's always something going on, music, art, some random crazy ass movement. There's something for everyone, no matter who or what you are and there's a place that you'd be accepted."

  Blair shifted and her head fell to the side, her interest picking up. "Anyone you say?"

  "Anyone." I leaned over and kissed the end of her nose. "It may rain a fuck load, but it adds to the atmosphere."

  "Sounds like my kinda town."

  "B, you'd fucking thrive here. Melbourne's too small for you. I've got so much I wanna show you."

  London was the kind of place that set people on fire. Millions of people flowed through this place year after year and for many it was a life changing experience. Maybe it would be the thing that finally helped Blair reignite her passion for life. England, Europe...and me.

  She narrowed her eyes before leaning her head against my shoulder. Letting out a yawn, she said, "We'll just have to wait and see."

  When we got to the hotel, Furlough was directing our bags towards our room, snapping directions at a flustered looking bellhop. He handed us our room key and gave me a look that said everything I needed to know. The 'don't do anything fucking stupid, you've got ten million interviews to do tomorrow' look.

  I gave him a sharp nod and wound my arm around Blair's waist. Cramming into the elevator with the luggage and the bellhop, she stuck her hand into the back pocket of my jeans and sunk against me. For the entire flight, I'd been worked up like a fucking horny teenager that couldn't stop playing with his dick. I didn't think I could ever understand my insatiable need to touch Blair, to fuck her until she was screaming my name. The way she'd teased me in the lounge back in Melbourne still played on my mind. If I were normal, if half the world didn't know my name like they did…I would've let her play with my cock the entire flight. I would've fucked her in the first class bathroom, if I could've…but if someone recorded or photographed it, that shit would go viral before the plane had reached the fucking terminal.

  When we were finally in the room and the bellhop had disappeared, Blair wandered into the bathroom and I was left alone to contemplate what I was going to do to
her when she returned. I busied myself, plugging my phone into its charger and powering it up. If it wasn't on in the morning when Furlough needed to reach me, I'd be in deep shit. The bathroom door finally opened and Blair wandered out, dumping her boots and cardigan on top of her suitcase.

  "Tired?" I asked.

  "Nope. Jet lags in for the long haul," she said, stretching her arms over her head. Her breasts stuck out at just the right angle and I suddenly realized she'd ditched her bra when she'd been in the bathroom. Her nipples stood out against the material and it took all I had not to reach out and grab her.

  "Do you want to go out anywhere?" I asked, licking my lips. "It's still early enough." Why the fuck did I just say that? You stupid fuck, Jake West.

  She shook her head and before she could open her mouth, I pushed her back onto the bed and sucked a nipple into my mouth through the cotton material of her top. She gasped in surprise, burying her hands into my hair, holding me in place as I bit into her skin. My other hand found its way underneath her top, pulling it upwards.

  "You're wearing way too many clothes, B," I murmured.

  "I need a shower," she said through a moan. "I want you to fuck me in the shower."

  "No," I said, pulling her top off and exposing her perfect tits, "after the way you teased me at the airport, I'm not giving you what you want. You're mine tonight, B."

  "Fucked if I'm letting you."

  "The harder you fight, the longer I'll tease." I circled the tip of my tongue around a hard nipple and she bucked against me, my name coming from between her parted lips. Fuck, I loved the reactions I could get out of her, the slightest touch brought her alive. It gave me a superiority complex, knowing that I could get her off like I did.

  Unbuttoning her jeans, I slipped my hand in between the material of her knickers and skin, zeroing in on her clit. As soon as I began circling the little bundle of nerves, she moaned, arching her back off the bed and I felt my cock stiffen even more. Blair thought I was an asshole for taking my time, but I was suffering just as much as she was. I was dying to bury myself in her as deep as I could get and feel her slick pussy clench around me as I made her come.

  I slipped a finger between her folds and instantly felt how soaked she was. Dripping, throbbing, pulsing...aroused for me. Fucking hell I felt powerful right now. I held all the cards and I knew she was mad as fuck at me for it. I wondered how she was going to make me pay.

  Pushing a finger inside her opening, she rolled her hips into my hand, forcing me deeper. "Fuck, beautiful," I murmured against her mouth. "You're a greedy little thing tonight."

  "I was fucking horny the entire flight," she gasped, fumbling for the button on my jeans.

  "I could've fingered you," I replied, adding another finger to the first.

  "I could've given you a hand job."

  With a growl, I pulled my hand away and tugged her jeans off as she pulled at my T-shirt. Fuck, it pissed me off that she knew all the right buttons to push to set me off. I wanted to make her mine tonight, make this fuck about me and she had to go and wrest it from me like the little wildcat she was. Fuck I was so turned on right now.

  I let her pull off my boxers and my cock was free, the ache from being trapped inside my jeans easing a little. Settling between her legs I rubbed the underside against her clit, capturing her mouth with mine. Our tongues twined together, muffling our desperate moans and I could've just pulled back and slid my cock right inside her, but I found myself wanting a taste.

  I replaced my cock with my hand and kissed a trail down to her breasts, rolling my tongue around a hard nipple before biting into her skin. She let out a gasp, her legs wrapping around my waist. It just opened her up even more to me and I rubbed my hand up and down her folds, marveling at her arousal.

  "I want to taste you, beautiful. I'm going to fuck your perfect cunt with my mouth."

  "Fuck, you're a dirty prick," she said, digging her fingers into my hair and pushing me down.

  Sitting back, I spread her legs open and let my gaze wander over her body. Fuck, she looked amazing all naked and wet and ready for me. I kissed a trail long her inner thighs, taking my sweet time and when she glared daggers up at me, I felt my lips curve into a grin.

  "Asshole," she growled.

  Without warning, I lowered my head and ran my tongue the length of her folds before circling her clit and sucking it into my mouth. She cried out and threw her head back against the pillow and I knew she was mine. I had one hundred percent control and knowing that Blair Hayden was at my mercy was the most fucking erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I pushed two fingers inside her, hitting as deep as I could, before pulling out again. Her thighs locked around my head, her hands tugging painfully through my hair, I'd never felt so hungry for any woman's cunt like Blair's. I'd eat out every day of the week if she wanted it. She tasted a-fucking-mazing.

  I set up a rhythm, fucking her with my hand, and flicked my tongue against her clit, my eyes locked on hers.

  "Fuck, you're good," she gasped, her breath coming quicker. "Fuck me with your tongue. Suck me."

  Her pussy began to clench around my fingers and I knew she was close. There was no way she was coming unless my cock was inside her, not this time. I pulled away, ignoring her desperate moans and fumbled for a condom.

  "No coming unless my cock's in you, beautiful. We're going to fuck hard and come together or not at all."

  "Fuck me, West," she moaned, writhing amongst the sheets like the siren she was.

  Rolling the condom on, I ran my hands along her stomach before cupping her perfect breasts in my hands, rolling each nipple in between my thumbs and forefingers. My throbbing cock knocked against her clit and she dug her hands into my ass, trying to pull me down and into her. Covering her mouth with mine, I let her suck her arousal from my lips and fucked her mouth with my tongue, my tip sitting at her entrance. Pressing my weight into her body, I slid just inside, the sensation sending a shudder through me.

  "You want it," she growled against my mouth. "Put it in, West. Fuck me like an animal."

  "You and your dirty mouth, beautiful," I murmured.

  "I need you," she moaned almost desperately. I'd never heard desperation in her voice before and somehow I knew she needed this as much as she needed air to breathe. She needed release and fucking hell, would I give it to her.

  Pushing her legs up and open with one hand, I thrusted deep, her walls clenching around me at the sudden invasion. We cried out at the same time, the anticipation that I'd built between us making the connection feel raw. I didn't give her time to adjust, because the moment I put my cock inside Blair Hayden was the moment I ceased all coherent thought. It was just me and her and hardcore fucking.

  I fucked her deep and hard, our skin slapping together, sweat beading all over our bodies. We were always so carnal and raw and no matter how slow we tried to take it, we always ended up the same way. In compete and utter annihilation.

  "Fuck, West," Blair almost screamed under me, digging her fingernails into my back and arms so hard, I was sure she'd drawn blood.

  "I've never fucked so hard, B," I growled into the crook of her neck, not slowing my pace. "You feel so fucking good. You like that?"

  "Yes."

  "Is this what you want?"

  "Yes. Oh, fuck, I'm coming. Don't stop."

  Her walls began to tighten around me, milking my cock for all it was worth, sucking at it greedily, and I started to come with her. I came so fucking hard, I started to see stars and blood whooshed in my ears.

  When I finally started to come down, I collapsed on top of her, our chests heaving. I didn't even have the energy to tilt my head up and take her mouth with mine. My cock was still deep inside her pussy and I probably would've stayed in there, but eventually I had to pull out and clean myself up.

  "Great fuck," she said, lightly raking her fingernails across my back.

  Pulling out, I rolled off her and she followed, pulling me in for a post-fuck kiss to clear some of th
e haze.

  "That was something else, B."

  "I'm going to get you back for this," she said, digging her fingernails into my ass cheek. Such a beautiful pain. "I know what you did and it won't fly."

  "Oh, I fucking know and I'm looking forward to fighting you if it ends with us fucking like that." I pressed my lips against her forehead, relishing in the feel of her in my arms. The way her breasts pressed into my chest, the way her legs tangled with mine. How could she be scared of this when it felt so…right?

  I struggled against the jet lag and the fatigue from such an amazing orgasm, watching her eyes flutter until they closed entirely. The moment sleep took her, my breath caught. I didn't know if I'd ever seen her so peaceful before. It killed me knowing that I'd have to leave her tomorrow and it killed me even more that I didn't have the guts to tell her yet. I had a full day of interviews to make up for the past few days I'd spent in Melbourne helping her pack up her flat and it wasn't like I regretted it, changing my schedule like I had, I just hated the fact that it was so busy.

  The second I could get away, I knew I'd be right back here with Blair in my arms. London was such an amazing place and I was dying to share it with her. Just us together. I wouldn't let a bunch of stupid interviews get in the way, not ever.

  I'd always hated sleeping with a guy. Like, actually sleeping. But something about waking up to West had me reeling, and it was more than the fact that I could feel his delicious cock pressing into my stomach. He had morning wood to the extreme.

  Throwing my leg over his waist, he began to stir, grinding the underside of his dick into my open and waiting clit. Moaning, his eyes eased open and a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized what was going on.

  "Fucking awesome wake up call," he murmured, rolling me over and settling in between my legs.

  "Wanna fuck?" I asked, nipping at his lips.

  He'd left a condom on the bedside table from the night before and before I knew it, he'd rolled it on and was pushing inside me. I angled my hips up to meet his and he drove deep, hitting just the right spot. He held steady for an agonizing moment before pulling back and thrusting home again. He fucked me with long strokes, hitting my clit hard, letting out the most fucking beautiful grunts. It turned me on, knowing how much he enjoyed coming inside me and making me climax with him.