Black

by K. L. Grayson

  “What?” JJ scowls. “Why on Earth would he want that?”

  Rex pops the top off the wine and pours us all a glass.

  “I don’t know.” Lifting her shoulders, Erin lets them fall as she shakes her head like a damn bobblehead, leaving me to wonder how many glasses of wine she’s already had tonight. “Maybe I’m not a good lover.”

  “Oh, come on, Erin. I’m sure that’s not it,” I say, secretly grateful we’ve turned the microscope to her love life.

  “Then what? Why would he want to stop having sex? We’ve been having sex for years.”

  “Maybe he wants it to be that much more special on your wedding night.” All three heads turn toward me. “What? Think about it. What makes a wedding special? Or a birthday party, for that matter? They don’t happen all the time. If you celebrated something every week, then eventually it would lose its magic. It wouldn’t be special or important anymore.”

  “Shae, you’re comparing apples to oranges here, baby,” Rex says, bringing his glass to his lips.

  “I’m going to have to agree with Rex on this one,” JJ says. “Sex is huge in a relationship, and it’s certainly not something that only happens once a year.”

  I take a sip of my wine, shaking my head. “The other night,” I say to Rex, “you were talking about heightening the anticipation. This is the same thing. Erin, I bet you and Jacob have sex all the time.” She nods. “And I bet sometimes it’s not as exciting because you do it all the time.” She frowns. “Maybe Jacob is heightening your anticipation. No sex until the wedding means heated gazes from across the room, gentle caresses meant to arouse, and just think—by the time the wedding night rolls around, you two are going to be so hot for each other, you probably won’t even make it through the door.”

  JJ tips his glass in my direction. “I hate to say this, but Shae might have a point.”

  Erin still doesn’t look pleased. “So what am I supposed to do, just masturbate every night until the wedding?”

  “No,” Rex says quickly. “You should spend the next couple of weeks driving poor Jacob out of his mind.”

  “I’m listening,” Erin says, looking at Rex over the rim of her glass.

  “Oh, don’t look at me. I don’t know how to go about doing it. It just sounds like a good idea.”

  “You know that black dress of yours Jacob loves?” I ask. “The one you can never wear because you don’t even make it out of the house?”

  She turns toward me. “Yes.”

  “Wear that out to dinner, and then later that night, let him strip you out of it. You’ll be wearing a sexy, lacy little number underneath, and I bet just about anything he’ll want to break the rule he set, but you’re not going to let him.”

  “Yes, she will,” JJ murmurs, taking a drink of his wine. “She has no willpower.” Erin shoots him a dirty look and he shrugs. “What? It’s true.”

  “Okay, say I do make it past that night. What I do the rest of the time?”

  “Come on, Erin. You’ve got some tricks up your sleeve. Remember that teddy you said he bought for you—”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sakes,” JJ scoffs. “I don’t want to hear this shit. These two are like my sisters,” he says to Rex. “I’ve got a big screen out on the patio. I bet we could catch the rest of the game.”

  Rex and JJ are out the door before I have time to blink.

  “Okay, now that they’re gone, let’s come up with a plan that’s sure to drive Jacob crazy.”

  By the time Erin and I are nearly finished plotting, our bottle of wine is gone, along with half of another bottle. Just as Erin is ready to pour us another glass, the bottle disappears from her hand.

  “Heyyyy…” She spins around to glare at JJ. “I wasn’t done with that.”

  “Yes, you were. And if you’re wanting to go back to Jacob’s, I need to take you now.”

  “Why now?” I pout. “We were just getting to the good part.”

  “What’s the good part?” Erin asks, as though she hasn’t heard a single word I’ve said.

  “The wedding night! Specifically, sex on your wedding night!”

  “I’ll show you a good part,” Rex whispers, his hands landing in front of me on the counter.

  I spin around in his arms. God, he’s so sexy, and he looks great in my home with my friends. Relaxed and comfortable.

  Natural.

  Too natural.

  “Is this where you hoist me up on the counter and show me how sorry you are for ruining my birthday?”

  “Good Lord, woman. The least you could do is wait until Erin and I are out of the house,” JJ says, trying to get Erin to put her jacket on.

  She swats him away. “I want to stay and watch these two. Shae, how do you feel about voyeurism?”

  “Okay, you sex-crazed nut. Let’s get you out of here.” Giving up on the jacket, JJ grabs Erin’s arm and leads her toward the door.

  She reluctantly follows. “Why are you in such a hurry? Huh? Got a hot date?”

  “Something like that.” JJ stops at the front door and turns to Rex. His eyes issue a silent warning. “Be good to her.”

  I raise an eyebrow, and Rex nods. “She’s in good hands.”

  “I think you meant to say big hands. She’s in big, sexy, strong hands,” Erin says, ending with a hiccup.

  “I’m going to have a talk with Jacob when I drop you off.”

  Rex and I watch as the door shuts, and then I walk over, lock it, and turn around. “About that birthday present.”

  With one hand over his head, Rex tugs his shirt off in that sexy way men do and stalks toward me.

  “I think that’s about where we left off,” I say, ogling his gorgeous body.

  “And I think we’ll pick back up right about here…” Head tilted, his warm lips slide over mine as his hands flick the button of my jeans.

  Rex tugs my jeans and panties completely off, then hoists me up onto the counter. With a hand on each knee, he pushes my legs apart and tugs me until my ass is hanging off the counter.

  “This seems like a great place to star—” All of the breath rushes from my lungs as Rex’s hot mouth connects with my pussy. Guiding my fingers into his hair, I watch as he fucks me with his tongue. I greedily grind against Rex’s face, searching for the pleasure my body craves. Sensing my need, he adds two fingers, and I throw my head back, moaning in pleasure as he licks me clean.

  “Happy birthday, Shae.”

  I grin, pulling his face to mine, tasting my arousal on his tongue. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and slowly release it.

  “My turn.”

  With two hands on his chest, I nudge him back and slide off the counter. Fisting the bottom of my shirt, I tug it over my head, enjoying Rex’s heated gaze as it travels the length of my naked body. My breasts are heavy, my nipples puckered tight, begging for his mouth, but first things first.

  Dropping to my knees, I look up at Rex as I open the button of his jeans, lower the zipper, and tug his pants and boxer briefs down his legs to his feet. His cock bobs heavily in front of my face, and my mouth waters. I’m dying to know what he tastes like, and because Rex would never let me take the lead, he grips the back of my head, winding my hair around his fist to prevent me from leaning forward and taking his cock into my mouth.

  Groaning, I lick my lips.

  He grins. “You want to suck my cock, Shae?”

  I nod, and he tugs my hair, causing a tremor to slice through my body. I never thought I’d be so turned on by a dominating man, but with Rex, I want it.

  I need it.

  I crave it.

  “Yes.”

  “Open up, baby.”

  Fisting his cock in his other hand, Rex guides it to my mouth, controlling how fast and deep I take him in. Once he’s seated at the back of my throat, I press my tongue toward the roof of my mouth and suck as he slowly pulls back out.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, clenching his fingers in my hair.

  Rex fists his cock, stroking the base
as he pumps his hips in and out of my mouth. Cupping his balls in my hand, I roll them around, enraptured with the sexy grunts this elicits.

  “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he says, holding my head in place. His hips move faster, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and I peek up at him under my lashes, wanting to see the almighty Rex Ambrosi lose control.

  His grip on my hair loosens, and I take what little controls he’s giving me, using my newfound freedom to suck and lick his cock with every bit of the desire running through my body. His abs tighten, along with his thigh muscles, and I know he’s getting close.

  He brushes a hand along my cheek, pushing the hair out of my face so he can watch himself sliding in and out of my mouth. I run my tongue up the giant vein along the base of his cock, and when I get to the head, I suck, swirling my tongue around before dipping it into the slit, and Rex comes undone.

  His body tightens, his hands finding my hair as I lower my mouth around his cock, swallowing when the head hits the back of my throat and a stream of cum releases into my mouth. He tries to pull my head back, but I fight him, tightening my hold on his thighs, keeping his cock deep in my mouth. I’m determined to take every last drop his body will give me.

  Because I want it.

  I want every drop.

  Every lick.

  Every kiss.

  I want every piece of Rex.

  Grinning, I look down at my phone one last time to make sure I read it right. It’s not the text that’s making me smile—well, not entirely. I’m pretty sure I haven’t stopped smiling since I woke up this morning.

  Rex did as he promised; he spent the entire night, and well into the morning, showing me just how sorry he was for interrupting my birthday dinner. And trust me when I tell you, he was very, very sorry, and yesterday ended up being the best birthday ever.

  But with Rex as my present, why wouldn’t it be?

  I woke up this morning with his face buried between my legs, and if that isn’t the greatest way to wake up, I don’t know what is. With his lips around my clit, he tortured me in the best possible way until I gave in and agreed to spend the day with him. Only then did he climb up my body and fuck me senseless.

  Hence the smile.

  He left me a few hours ago with a promise to text when he had our afternoon planned. That text just came through a few minutes ago.

  Rex: Last night and this morning were perfect. I can still taste you on my tongue. Meet me downstairs in one hour.

  Me: What am I supposed to wear?

  Rex: Your birthday suit?

  Me: Haha! Seriously.

  Rex: I don’t care what you wear, but leave the panties at home.

  I grin, biting my lower lip as I re-read his message. He’s such a dirty boy, and I fucking love it.

  Already running short on time, I take a quick shower, blow-dry my hair and wrap it into a loose bun behind my right ear, and apply a light dusting of makeup. I choose a pair of skinny jeans, my favorite KISS t-shirt, and a pair of red chucks. I check the clock, and it’s almost time to meet Rex. Grabbing my purse, I toss in my phone, grab a light jacket, and rush through the house, hollering a quick goodbye to JJ over my shoulder.

  Rex is waiting for me downstairs when the elevator doors open, and he looks absolutely mouthwatering. Faded jeans, a red Henley with the sleeves bunched around his elbows—giving me a clear view of his tattoos, which makes my insides twist with pleasure—and a pair of black Vans.

  “You look beautiful,” he says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

  I bury my face in his shirt, breathing in his spicy scent. Resting my chin on his chest, I smile up at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself. What’s the plan for today?”

  He kisses my nose. “I can’t tell you; that would ruin the surprise.”

  I roll my eyes. “I hate surprises.”

  “You’re going to learn to love them,” he says, pulling a piece of black fabric from his pocket.

  I lift a brow. “What’s that?”

  “It’s a blindfold. Now turn around.”

  I do as he asks because even though I hate surprises, I’m a little giddy about where he could be taking me. He wraps the fabric around my head, tying it in the back.

  “Kinky.”

  His lips brush my ear. “If you’re good, we’ll use it again later tonight.”

  “You’re not playing fair.” I turn around, feeling blindly for him. He takes my hand, leading me to the car and doesn’t shut the door until I’m buckled in.

  I hear the car purr to life, and a few seconds later we’re pulling away from the curb. I reach across the car, wanting to touch his leg or hold his hand, but because I’m the luckiest girl in the world, my fingers land on his cock.

  He sucks in a sharp breath as I explore his hard length, which grows considerably with each passing second, and after a moment, he captures my hand and moves it to his thigh.

  “Hey!”

  He chuckles. “If you’re not careful, I’ll have to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”

  Heat rushes between my thighs, and I squeeze my legs together, suppressing the throb. “I’m on board with that. Pull over.”

  “You are going to be the death of me,” he murmurs.

  “Chicken,” I taunt.

  “If I didn’t have something special planned, I’d have you naked and riding my cock before you could even breathe my name.”

  I squeeze my thighs together again, and Rex releases my hand. I hate not being able to see. A moment later his hand lands on my thigh, making its way toward the throb, and I shift around in my seat.

  “Are you that turned on right now, baby?”

  I nod, afraid to speak for fear of sounding needy and desperate. He must see me nod, or feel the desire pouring off of me, because next thing I know he pops the button on my jeans and his hand slips into the front.

  “Make room for me, Shae.”

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I’m blindfolded in a car with a dangerously sexy man who is going to get me off while driving down the road.

  “Please let me take the blindfold off,” I beg. I lower my pants enough for him to maneuver.

  “I can’t do that.”

  My hips buck with the first swipe of his finger. “Rex.”

  “Put your right hand on the door, Shae.” Once I comply he croons, “Good girl. Now put your left on my leg.” I curl my fingers over his thigh. “The only thing you’re allowed to move are your hips. Your hands stay in place. Understand?”

  I nod, and he rewards me by pressing the heel of his hand against my clit and pushing his fingers deep inside my pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan, tossing my head back.

  “Look at you.” His husky voice has dropped a few levels, and I imagine his hooded eyes bouncing between his hand and the road. “You’re so wet, Shae.”

  “Feels so good,” I mumble, reminding myself that I can’t reach for him.

  Rex’s fingers work with a distinct precision. He plays my body like a fine-tuned guitar, gently working me to the edge with each swipe of his fingers. He curls them inside me, and I arch off the seat, eagerly searching for more. When those magical fingers pull out, circling around my clit, a kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind my eyelids.

  He continues his ministrations as my body convulses around his hand, riding out the waves of this intense orgasm. My body is on fire, flames of lust racing up my spine. Chest heaving, clit throbbing, I relax against the soft leather seat. Rex gently tugs his hand from my pants. Blindly snagging his wrist, I guide his hand to my mouth.

  “Baby, what’re you—” The words die on his lips as I suck his fingers, tasting my arousal. “Fuck.”

  My tongue swirls around, licking his fingers clean. I hear the crunch of gravel beneath the tires, and then the car comes to a stop. Slowly, deliberately, I pull his fingers from my mouth. “You have incredible fingers. They’re positively magical.”

  “And you have a magical mouth,�
� he says, unbuckling me. The seatbelt slides across my thighs as Rex reaches for me, moving me onto his lap. Fingers curled around the back of my head, he guides my face toward his. Our lips connect, moving together with the ease of two lifelong lovers.

  I’ve suspected before that I have no control over myself where Rex is concerned, and that suspicion has been confirmed today. I can’t stay away from him. One night wasn’t enough. And right now, the intense need to feel him inside of me is taking over any and all rational thought.

  I reach for his jeans, working his belt buckle until his hands grab mine.

  “Shae,” he breathes, holding my wrists. “Later. I promise.” I pout, jutting my bottom lip out when he lifts my hands to his chest. “Now, are you ready for that surprise?”

  “So ready,” I say, buttoning my jeans.

  “Good.” He opens the door and somehow maneuvers us both out, holding on to my arm until he’s sure I’m steady.

  Fingers wrapped in mine, he leads us through what I assume is a parking lot. I hear a door open followed by a waft of cool air and a gentle voice.

  “Welcome. You must be Rex and Shae. Please, follow me.”

  I squeeze Rex’s hand as he guides me forward, and I reach out with all my other senses. Upbeat music pulses through the speakers, and the smell of pizza tickles my nose.

  “Mmmm. Pizza,” I hum.

  We stop. Rex lets go of my hand, and I hear the faint sound of him whispering, along with what I can only describe as paper crinkling, and then he takes my hand again, leading me forward a few more steps.

  “Step up, baby.”

  I squeeze his hand as I take a high, blind step and then five more before we stop.

  “You can take your blindfold off.”

  Eager to see where we are, I reach behind my head, untie the cloth, and slip it away from my face.

  We’re standing in the middle of a large room. The floor is slick with polish. A strobe light hangs above, twirling in a slow motion, casting a rainbow of colors across Rex’s smiling face.

  “Rex, a skating rink? I can’t believe you did this.” I spin around in a slow circle. A table beyond the half wall of the rink catches my attention, and I walk toward it. A bouquet of balloons sits in the middle, and there’s a small, rectangular cake. I lean forward.