Crimson Sunsets

by Lacee Hightower

  My bare body was on display, open and exposed. I felt unusually small and vulnerable. Not to mention, the smallest bit scared. I could hear the sound of snaps opening up on his jeans, yet he wasn’t getting undressed. I started moving further up onto the bed, then stopped to turn toward him, propping my body up against the headboard.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I was upset. I didn’t sleep much last night, JT. I was tired this morning and I walked out without my phone in hand.”

  His head dropped and he tugged at his hair.

  “Christ … you don’t owe me anything, baby. It’s me who should apologize. I should have told you everything. More specifically, about Sam.” He sat down beside me, cupping my cheeks. “I fucked up … again.”

  His heartfelt apology was all it took to erase every single ounce of bitter animosity I’d let build, my heart opening right back up to let him back in.

  “I’m sorry if I worried you. I’ll be more careful next time.” I couldn’t stand fighting with him.

  His head dropped into the curve of my neck, any lingering thoughts of being upset ending the very split second I felt his accelerated warm kisses.

  “Umm,” he groaned. “You’re naked. We can’t let that go to waste.” Still kissing the side of my neck, his tongue slipped inside my ear.

  “Yes, I am,” I whispered. “And no, we can’t.”

  After a drawn-out leisurely hour of him inside me, what had happened last night no longer seemed substantial, other than one small thing.

  No matter what Sam thought she had with Justin, he was my man.

  And I damn well planned on keeping it that way.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Hartley

  “No. No,” I giggled, his continued tickle torturing becoming slightly painful. “I do want to go grocery shopping with you. You definitely need some food in your enormous kitchen.”

  “I’d say.” A panty-dropping grin covered his face.

  “It just seems like you should have somebody doing that for you and all. I mean … how big is this apartment? My God, you drive a Porsche. You reel in ridiculous amounts of money every month. You in the grocery store absolutely cracks me up. I can’t help it. So sue me.” I laughed.

  He pulled me in for a long slow kiss, his hands squeezing the cheeks of my ass, the sensation instantly stretching down through my crotch, even though it had only been a few minutes since he was buried inside me, giving me an earth-shattering orgasm that I still felt. The fact that only an hour ago we were both upset seemed like it never even happened. Well, other than the lingering dislike I still had for Sam.

  “As a matter of fact, I do have a housekeeper. Mrs. Lane. She comes by once a week. If you were living here with me, you’d know that.”

  Whoa.

  “And she happily shops for me when, and if I ask her to, but I’m entirely capable of doing my own shit, Hartley. As a matter of fact, I shop quite often. And I happen to be very good at it.” He grinned again.

  I smiled back. He was a millionaire—or more. I had no idea how much money he actually had and couldn’t care less, but I knew he didn’t have to do his own shopping. Something about that was just downright funny. It was sexy as hell. He was so down to earth when he could afford anything he wanted. I found that incredibly attractive.

  “I’m sure you’re very capable,” I teased. “You’re capable of many things, but are you skillful enough to pick out fresh produce? And if you shop so often, what exactly do you shop for? You don’t even have bread.”

  He reached for my ass cheeks, squeezing them hard before giving them both an even firmer slap.

  Oh!

  “Well,” he winked, “since you’re obviously being sexual, I think my skill comes out of your mouth every time you release one of those sweet little moans when you’re coming so hard your eyes nearly pop right out of your head.” The hands clasping my butt slowly lowered down between my thighs. In only one small touch I was falling.

  Spinning

  Soaring.

  Blazing.

  “You don’t fight fair, Justin.”

  “Not when it comes to you, sweet thing.” He brushed his lips over my ear, nipping the edge of my lobe.

  “As for shopping, I buy all kinds of things. Floggers. Nipple clamps. Dildos.”

  We were both smiling now.

  “Personally, I think you might be in need of a good hard spanking after doubting me. Do you think you could withstand my palm reddening that sassy little ass of yours?”

  “I suspect so,” I whispered, my response faint. My libido heightening.

  His eyebrows lifted.

  That is so hot.

  “Very well noted.” He wasn’t smiling now.

  I reached for my purse. Justin’s hand landed on my shoulder, spinning me around.

  “Not so fast. We’ll go shopping. Maybe we’ll even get you some cinnamon rolls to lick the icing from if you’re good.” His eyebrows lifted. I loved every single thing about what we were doing.

  Teasing.

  Flirting.

  Craving.

  Learning.

  Growing.

  He could read meshed knew exactly what I liked when only a few short weeks ago, I didn’t even know most of what he’d discovered about my needs and wants.

  “First I have a little something for you. Should make the whole shopping experience a little sweeter.”

  He lifted his eyebrows, shaking them at me as we walked back to his bedroom. Dark and cold as usual, he reached for the lower cabinet of his armoire.

  “Take your panties off, Hartley.”

  His expression turned serious as he reached for something inside a drawer.

  My cheeks suddenly heating, he motioned his eyes toward my dress. I was in a simple maxi dress and flat beaded sandals, even though it was fall. It seemed to never really get cold here.

  “You want me to take my dress off?” He nodded in long slow motions.

  I slipped my sandals off and eased out of my dress and panties. The medium-sized brown bag sat on the side of the bed as he brought me against him, bringing me in for a lengthy kiss. His thick erection stirred against my bare skin as he slid a hand down my thigh and slowly pushed a finger inside media couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped from my lips as he added a second finger, rubbing against the walls of my sensitive cavity before easing back out and immediately dropping his hand that was moist from my arousal, inside the bulge behind his jeans, running it over his swollen erection. There was just something that sent me over the edge every time I watched him touch himself. He absolutely knew it, too.

  “What would you do if I pulled my cock out and jacked myself while you sat and watched? Would you like that, Hartley? Something tells me you might.” He eased his hand out of his jeans, unsnapping them and sliding them down around his ankles.

  “God, Justin,” I whispered, his body thick and hard.

  He moved his hand slowly up and down his length while I groaned jaggedly, the thought of watching him bring himself to orgasm incredibly erotic and sensual.

  “That’s not an answer, sweet thing.” His breathing hitched, his hand sliding up and down in slow heavy strokes.

  “Yes, Justin. I would like that.”

  His hand easing from his rigid erection, I wanted nothing more than to finish what he’d started. Bring him to that point of breaking. Instead, he backed up, moving away instead of the closeness I craved.

  “I give you my word that time will come. But first, I think you’re going to like this.”

  I like what you were doing five seconds ago.

  “On your back. Raise your knees.”

  I inched up on the bed and did as he ordered, again amazed at how easily I jumped every time he made a demand of meshed watched me for a few seconds, running his hand across that divine erection again. God, he was driving me crazy doing that.

  Could. The. Man. Be. Any. Hotter?

  He reached for the bag and emptied it into the palm of his hand.

>   “I seem to recall these turning you on.” His voice was deep and sensual, his lips forming a teasing sexy smile.

  “These are Ben-Wa balls, just like you saw at the club. I’m going to slide them inside you and every move you make will set off a different vibration. Very pleasant I’m told. I want these deep inside your sweet pussy while we sort through each piece of fresh produce and walk every aisle together.”

  He held up a control that resembled a small garage door opener.

  “Seems like you don’t have much confidence in me picking fresh produce though. That could be a problem. It may take some time.”

  I tried to resist the sudden charge between my legs as his eyes darkened.

  “But you don’t get to come, Hartley. Save that for when we get back.”

  He brushed his hand over himself, my bottom teeth slipping between my lips. Pushing every button I had, he knew just exactly what touching himself was doing to me.

  “Back up just a little more, sweet thing.”

  He inched up between my legs, slowly and tortuously kissing every inch of the sensitive skin inside my thighs as his hands trailed toward my sex. He gently slid a finger into me and bent it, hitting just the right spot to set off every nerve ending south of my belly button. I bit down on my lip harder.

  “Hartley… Jesus. Fuck. You’re so wet.”

  He lifted the balls and ran his wet fingers around them and then rolled them through the lips of my leaky crease. His thumb gently swept the peak of my clit as he slowly inserted each ball inside my cavity.

  Oh, my God.

  He took the lips to my opening when he finished, pulling me apart just slightly and running his magical tongue over me and the end of the balls, gently kissing my tender flesh.

  “Feel good?”

  My skin coated in tiny goose bumps as he trailed kisses up the inside of both thighs.

  “Justin, please.” I was miserable. How was I going to do this?

  He eased back, holding out a hand. “Let’s go, sweet thing. You said I needed to grocery shop. Let’s grocery shop.”

  I was being pulled into a sitting position. The heaviness of the balls shifting forced a small groan. One from pleasure.

  Need.

  Utter desperation.

  A sly grin crossed his face as he held my panties against his nose, inhaling before holding them out for me to step through.

  “Justin!”

  The feeling was weird … good … freaking incredible. My panties were on and I raised my dress over my head, crying out as he hit something on the control. The slight jolt woke up every dormant muscle between my legs. Could I get so wet that the entire thing could slide out of me?

  I can’t do this.

  He inched up behind me, his jeans back up, yet the feel of his large erection thumped against me, adding to the overwhelming need to push back against him and urge him to ease this need to orgasm.

  “No, Hartley. Remember, you don’t come. Not yet.”

  Holy hell! How?

  The growing bulge behind his jeans was substantial. I was uncomfortable. I was glad to see he was, too.

  “I got you something else.” He reached inside his pocket.

  “I thought this would look beautiful on you.”

  Resting in his palm was a small silver bracelet covered in red stones.

  “Justin, it’s beautiful.”

  He reached for my hand, clasping the delicate bracelet around my wrist. It was a tennis-style bracelet with two rows of pear-shaped shiny stones. They had an unusually deep red color to them.

  “Thank you, JT. I love it,” I whispered.

  He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the top, the strange tension from the Ben-Wa balls secondary to what I was feeling now. Any kind of rational decisions were impossible.

  “They’re red diamonds. I had it made for you.”

  “It’s stunning,” I whispered, taking his amazing face and kissing the mouth that still tasted of me, holding back the emotion easing up my throat.

  “I’m glad you like it, baby. Let’s go shopping,” he grinned.

  “How am I supposed to do this?” The need for orgasm was so strong it almost hurt as we stepped from the elevator and walked outside to Justin’s car.

  Jesus. Hell. I hope I’m not walking funny. Being that I have multiple foreign objects lodged up my godforsaken hidey-hole.

  “You’re stronger than you think, baby.” Like hell.

  He winked, opening the door to the shiny new Land Rover I was unaware he had bought.

  “I love this. I didn’t know you bought an SUV.” He shrugged off my comment.

  I shifted my legs once, then again, as Justin started the engine, his beloved country music filling the speakers. Every movement caused another jolt of energy inside my sex.

  Minutes later, we were walking through a crowded Central Market, Justin’s hand resting on the basket as he moved down the aisle casually, looking at assorted granolas, nuts, and all kinds of dried fruits and vegetables. His struggle to hide the smile behind his lips was obvious.

  Gloating asshole!

  “Dried apricots? Or peaches?” He reached for a plastic bag, his teasing eyes glowing with mischief as the ache in my abdomen worsened. He pushed the control.

  Oh, fuck!

  “Either,” I yelled, staying still while he leisurely ignored me by looking at dried fruit. Stalling and tormenting my insides. Playing with me.

  “Hmmm,” he whispered as his hand disappeared into his pocket, pushing another button on the control.

  “Baby, no,” he said a little too loudly, the look apparently crossing my face impossible to ignore.

  It was too late. The sensation set me off, sending me into a spiraling hard orgasm that I couldn’t stop even if England’s queen approached me. My hip pressed into the side of the metal grocery cart as I fought crying out while my knees tried buckling.

  Holy crap. I just had an orgasm in the middle of Central Market.

  “Sweet thing,” he whispered against my neck. “I told you not to come.”

  “Fuck you, Justin Wisely. I want these bastards out of me!”

  Arrogant jackass.

  I was mad. This was borderline cruel. I went in search of the ladies’ room. I wanted these damn things out of me right now.

  “Hartley.” He walked in behind me. A young mother and daughter were drying their hands, the mother’s eyes widening as Justin bolted in behind me like he owned the place.

  “Oh, don’t bother him,” I blurted out. “He looks all male, but he’s trans.”

  “Uhh. Okay.” The lady picked up the toddler girl in three seconds flat. I could have sworn her eyes dropped toward Justin’s crotch when I said that, the small grin on his face pissing me off even more.

  “Really, Justin? I thought the sign read ‘Ladies’.” I walked into a stall, thankful no one else seemed to be in here with us. I reached for my panties, his hand instantly snatching mine.

  “Hands against the wall.” He spun me around, my face looking into shiny white tile. He eased my panties to the side, slowly removing the balls and slipping them inside his pocket. The scraping of them against my sensitive skin made it impossible to hide the moan that eased between my lips. I couldn’t help it. I was turned on again. I detested these fucking things.

  His hand was underneath my panties, gently sliding a long finger inside me, circling and touching every inch of my inner walls the way he did with such perfection, moving in and out of me in slow delicious thrusts. He rubbed his bobbing erection across my butt, blowing long breaths against my ear and teasing the inside with his tongue.

  “Does this feel trans?” He urged his hard shaft against my back and went still.

  “Jesus,” I whispered, the same small familiar flutter easing up my belly with each plunge of his finger. I pushed back against him, my pulse racing way too fast. My God, we were in a public bathroom like a couple of desperate savage animals, but I couldn’t stop. I needed this.

  The soun
d of shoes clapping the hard tile was loud.

  “You’ll be quiet now, Hartley,” he whispered against my neck. His Dom voice was strong, the playfulness from earlier faded. “If there wasn’t someone only feet away from us, I’d redden your sweet ass for that little outburst.”

  He reached for his pants, quietly unsnapping his jeans and leaned over, pushing inside me, his weight forcing me against the wall as he gave me what I had to have. He plunged deep and hard as I met each thrust, trying to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Every time he pushed inside me, his erection swept over the tip of my clit.

  “Yes. God, yes,” I whispered.

  Staggering.

  Slipping into that one place that was so constant between the two of us.

  “Christ,” he whispered into my neck. He was coming, twitching inside me as the warmth of spurting semen pushed me over the edge into an unstoppable, toe-bending orgasm. For seconds, neither of us moved as he stayed inside me, his cock still pulsing, his grasp still glued onto my hips.

  “Damn it, Hartley.” Justin’s voice was raspy and low.

  He leaned over and kissed the top of my hair and eased out of me, taking some tissue and quietly cleaning me up.

  “Feel better? Think we can finish shopping now?” He smiled. Suddenly I wasn’t mad anymore, when only seconds ago I felt the urge to stick hot pointed objects in his body. Maybe strangle him at the same time. But now, the only thing I felt was calm. Content. Was it even possible to stay mad at him? I was beginning to think it wasn’t.

  “Let’s hope we don’t get arrested for public lewd behavior. There’s already enough shit about me plastered on the internet.”

  He grinned and winked, easing the stall open and holding it for me to lead the way.

  “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Hartley

  We need to talk.

  My head buzzed like a million bees fluttered inside my skull as I pulled into the Luigi parking lot to meet Jacks for dinner. The smell of garlic and marinara was deliciously strong as the valet opened my door.

  His voicemail was short and precise. He wanted to see me. There could only be one reason he left that message without a lengthy explanation. Jackson was an attorney. Everything out of his mouth was meticulous and detailed. This was about what I’d seen at Venture. My big brother paying a million dollars for his newest sub. He knew I was there all along. I should have known. He never missed anything.