by R. S. Owl
The kitchen has a large center island at which I was seated and told, actually ordered, to sit and wait for food to be served. Honestly, I could only nod because I was amazed at how they were working together around the kitchen as they prepared me something to eat. It seems like they've worked like this before, like they've cooked together before, at home, I stop my thoughts right there. I have no right to be jealous and I shouldn’t feel a pang in my chest.
I notice Dara out of the corner of my eye being subservient and following another guy’s command. I'm amazed once again because everything seems like a dance, choreographed and practiced a thousand times to be that fluid.
“Eat, baby girl.” Javier say as he lays the plate down in front of me.
“Thanks. I— what did you call me?” I ask in a breathless whisper, mesmerized by the presence of this man in front of me. He seems larger than life and I can’t help but be distracted by him.
“Eat, pet. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He orders, jolting me out of my trance. I turn my head to the other side where I see Nick looking at me intensely. With a nod, I look at the food in front of me. A grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of orange juice. I take a measured bite and slowly consume the nourishment before me, taking my time so I can sort out my messy thoughts.
I should be overwhelmed by the presence of these two imposing men, but oddly enough, I am calm and content. Like this is where I belong. I don’t feel like something is missing anymore or that I should chase away something.
So many questions are swirling in my mind, and have been since I got here. I just want to stop thinking and let this night take me wherever it may. Nick is here. Something is telling me he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. I trusted him before, and I never stopped trusting him. And even if I don’t know who this Javier is, or who he is to Nick, I feel that I could trust him too. Maybe not as much I do Nick, but close.
“What are you thinking about, pet?” He asks me in a curious tone.
“I– wait. Where’s Dara?” I lost sight of her while I was eating.
“Always answering with questions. Bad, bad, baby girl. She’s enjoying the party. She knows you’re in capable hands. Two sets of capable hands for that matter.”
My breath hitches and I try not to squirm or reveal my arousal caused by those words. This man always renders me speechless. I have a feeling, if I let him, he’d keep me speechless all night long.
“What are you doing here, pet?” His tone is hushed and gentle.
I bow my head. For the first time, I feel doubt creeping in. I want to question my decisions, but I think it’s too late for that now. “Dara invited me. And I–.” I swallow.
“Go on.”
I look at him. I always felt that he supported me, and I hope now he will still support me with what I want, even though we have not been together for a long time. “I wanted to know what it was that was missing in our relationship before. I wanted to know if this is what I’ve been looking for.”
“Is it something you’ve been looking for then?” Those fingers again. I can’t help but lean on him and soak up all that is Nick. And yet, I can’t forget the presence of Javier by my side. Quiet, yet powerful.
“I haven’t really looked around yet. Or taken in everything. This kitchen debacle happened. And oddly enough, I really don’t feel the urge to be overwhelmed, again,” I whisper.
He laughs! Like a full-on belly laugh and I don’t know what’s funny about anything I said. With a look of confusion, I turn and find Javier smiling. I gasp. This man is beautiful! Mesmerizing!
“Would you like to find out if this is what you’ve been looking for?”
I turn and look Nick in the eye. They crinkle with something unidentifiable. But there’s also something else there. Hope. Longing. Desire.
“Do you trust me, pet?” He whispers.
I inhale deeply and brace myself. I answer with the only thing I’ve always been sure of. “I do trust you, Nick.”
“Then, let’s dance.”
CHAPTER 6
Both of them stand and beckon me to follow, with Javier leading and Nick with his hand on my back.
He’s an enigma, that Javier. I feel his interest and passion, yet I haven’t heard him talk to me aside from ordering me to eat. I feel his stare and the intensity behind it. He seems to enjoy just being a voyeur, or more like a king overlooking his subjects and making sure that everyone is on their best behavior. Intriguing, yet charming.
He leads us through the hallways and back to the living room. With both of them so close to me, I feel comforted and brave enough to just enjoy and observe the different scenes unfolding before me. Several couples dance on one side of the living room that was made into a makeshift dance floor and I want to join in, but I hold back, seeming more satisfied by just watching them. With the slow beat of music, their movements look like sensual love-making with their clothes on. A look to the side reveals a few upholstered couches that are strategically placed around a dais. My eyes focus on it for a moment or two, and then my mind wanders to the things that might be performed there. I shake my head and take in more. There’s a naked body on a table in the far corner of the room. Woah! Looks like it has food decorated on it. Fascinating.
“If you’re looking for public scenes, they won’t happen until later.” Nick says nonchalantly. I swallow and almost stumble on my steps. Warmth spreads in my cheeks and I’m hot all of a sudden. It takes great effort to restrain my hand from fanning myself. My heart races and it’s suddenly hard to breathe. His voice, low and husky, teases my senses and need coils deep within me. I feel his stare burning through me and I feel like squirming.
My gaze returns to the men I’m with. They don’t seem as affected as I am. They’re still so composed and I’m already a mess, my thoughts a jumble and incoherent, and without Nick’s hand at my back and Javier before me, I might have stopped and just stood there astounded.
We continue weaving through the bodies and finally arrive at a quiet section of the house. It offers just enough privacy, without being so far removed from the surrounding area.
Nick sits me strategically at the corner of the couch with him by my side, and Javier on my right. This is a predicament with which I’m not sure how to proceed. Do I face Nick? But that would be rude. Then again, Javier didn’t attempt to make any conversation with me. Both of their attention is focused on each other and I’m not even sure if they are aware that I am here.
I sigh and straighten my back, observing and absorbing everything I can. The focus away from me lets me enjoy the night and take in more of what’s to come. I mull over my thoughts but then decide to just let it be. Whatever happens, happens. Nick is here and I am hopeful there’s something awaiting us. For Javier? I don’t know what’s in it for him, but if it includes me, we are headed to a path that I’ve been wanting for so long. Maybe, maybe, I’ll finally be able to experience what I’ve been seeking for so long.
Letting go of my thoughts, and relaxing my straining muscles, I embrace the nerves fluttering in my stomach and give in to a heady sensation swirling through me.
Nick touches my thigh and squeezes, and I feel even more at ease. Feeling grateful, I look at him and smile. He’s staring at me with encouragement and heat that makes me feel emboldened. The emotion in his eyes hypnotizes me, and the rest of the room fades away.
And then I feel fingers stroking at my nape, tentative and seeking. I feel a tingling sensation along my skin and I lean back, wanting more of that feeling. The touch suddenly tightens and I am turned to my right, warm lips swiftly locking onto mine. Javier's mouth working magic on mine. I am stunned by the sudden need and intensity I feel between my thighs, and like a woman mad with thirst I suck and bite his lips, leaning into it, desperate for more. His tongue sweeps into my lower lip and I gasp as he thrusts it into my mouth, hard and deep strokes that fuel my desire. His hand cups my jaw and I become a bundle of nerves, of lust and hunger.
When he moves his lips away I whi
mper my protest and try to kiss him again, but his thumb touches my lower lip and he chuckles. We’re both panting. I’m squirming, wanting more. His lips are a breath away from mine, and I look at Javier’s eyes, pleading him to take me again.
“Are you wet, baby girl?” He groans, his voice gruff. I feel a feminine satisfaction that I’ve rattled this stoic man.
I want to climb onto his lap and do all the wicked things my mind can conjure, when I feel Nick’s fingers squeezing my thigh. Then I feel those fingers caressing along my skin, parting my legs. I try to turn and look at him but Javier won’t let me, and the need I see in his eyes rivets me.
I spread my legs wide, wanting Nick to touch me there. He does. His touch, hampered by the clothing covering my sex, is tentative at first; light and teasing. And then he strokes up and down and it’s almost like skin on skin, the heat emanating from my core a testament to my need.
“So warm and wet.” He presses his fingers on my clit, the pressure delicious, and when I feel like I might explode, he withdraws his touch. My pelvis thrusts involuntarily, wanting those fingers back. I hear him moan his approval at how wet I am and it rouses my senses even more. And then his fingers are back, but avoiding that one place I want to be touched the most. He kisses and nips his way along my shoulder and neck, trying to calm me, but it only intensifies what I’m feeling.
“A scene is out of the question, baby girl. That requires preparation, and time is something we don’t have right now.” I hear Javier whisper against my ear.
“What?” I say on a breathless gasp trying to make sense of what he’s saying, my voice strangled. I try to move, the sensation coursing through me making me restless and needy.
I feel more than see his smile against my lips before he kisses me again, but this time it is slow and gentle, belying the intensity behind the man and the tension palpable in the air. Soft bites and pecks along my lips, my jaws. Two pairs of hands lightly caressing my skin. It’s too much and too little at the same time.
“Please.” I beg.
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“Please touch me. Please make me come.”
Javier kisses me again, this time with fierce passion, matching the hunger I feel. A hand cups my breast, fingers pinch and twist my nipple, and the need to reach that release consumes me. Nick pulls my thong to the side and his fingers delve into my folds, spreading the wetness until he reaches my clit and circles the swollen bundle of nerves. My muscles loosen and I succumb to the sensations I feel. His fingers find my entrance and push, and I feel on the verge of falling over. I try to move but Javier holds me in place, making me accept what Nick has to give. My hands are clasped at my stomach and I feel bound, unable to move, to touch. I moan and whimper, ready for more.
“Come, baby girl.” Javier demands.
It’s all I need. My heart is pounding so fast it’s the only sound I hear. My thighs are shaking, my muscles stiff, and my body is poised to explode. I feel my clit pinched and it’s the last straw that finally sends me flying apart. There’s no thoughts, only sensations and the feeling of weightlessness. I soar. My body feeling satiated and relaxed.
I pull away from the kiss and smile.
I want more.
CHAPTER 7
Javier looks at Nick and a moment passes between the two of them. It seems they have a conversation with only their eyes. The tension between us is exhilarating and I feel another hunger rising within me. This one stronger than what I just felt before. A need to have them both inside me.
I notice the subtle nod of Javier’s head and then he looks at me again. His gaze searches mine for something and he seems satisfied with what he finds. He smiles.
He guides me to the floor in front of him. I’m confused at first, until my gaze lands on his lap and I see the unmistakable bulge of his cock; the outline prominent. I kneel and lick my lips, anticipation swirling in my gut.
“Thank me, baby girl.” I look at him and he smirks. The knowledge of what we will be doing and knowing that people may want to watch, just adds to the heady sensation and sexual tension in the air.
With trembling hands, I reach to unfasten his belt, and then his pants. His cock springs free in front of my face, thick, hard, beautiful. I lick my lower lip, biting it and look at Javier’s eyes. His face, a mask of desire, tells me all I need to know. He cups the back of my head, urging me to taste him. And I do.
I lick the back of his cock, feeling the veins and inhaling his scent. I swipe the precum with my thumb and suck it in my mouth, moaning. I circle my tongue along his shaft and then suck the head with gusto. I release it with an audible pop and then I’m at it again, trying to fit him inside my mouth. The feeling is heady and I suck, lick, and kiss his cock, enjoying the taste of him. And then he’s there, leading me, taking from me.
His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head forward. The pain is delicious and it adds to my already frayed nerves. He cups my jaw and fucks my mouth as I stare into his eyes. They shine with approval and need, and it fuels the lust I feel.
I feel Nick behind me and then his hands along my ass. Caressing and kneading my cheeks. He positions me while Javier continues to fuck my mouth.
I feel my thong snap and the air brushes my sex. I shiver and moan. I arch my back, straining to take more of Javier but reaching to feel more of Nick. My body communicating the need I feel.
Hands steady my hips and Nick gathers my hands behind my back. Then he yanks me hard to meet his thrust. I gasp at the sensation of his cock inside my pussy. He withdraws an inch and then pushes again; powerful thrusts meet the back of my thighs and there is a madness to his movements.
Javier pushes when Nick pulls, and our bodies become lost in the rhythm. Taking pleasure. Pain is mixed with it; a pleasant pain that adds to the intoxicating feeling coursing through my body. The sound of skin slapping flesh adds to the heady feeling and the lust I feel.
We are reduced to pants and heavy breaths. To grunts and moans. Both of them taking control, and I’m all too happy to surrender my body. The sensations flowing through me are intense and I become mindless, lost to the sensation. All I can do is feel.
This is what my body has been trying to do all night long. Push myself closer to Nick and strain towards Javier. There's such a rush of feelings and sensations.
I feel them stiffen and the movements become desperate. Faster. Deeper. Wild.
Javier stills and hot fluid shoots into my mouth. I swallow reflexively, taking more of him. His orgasm spurns my own and I feel Nick still behind me. I moan, my senses shattered and all I can focus on is the intense pleasure taking over my body.
A dreamy smile takes over my face.
This is what I’ve been looking for.
Bliss.
LOVE FOR US
By
Sophia Sterling
Books and Boys Book Blog
CHAPTER 1
When your heart is shattered into a million pieces you don't think you will ever love again. You don't want to love or feel again because that would mean getting hurt. How many times can one person go through this process? Love, betrayal, hurt, anger, sadness, loneliness, rinse, repeat.
Life is a journey they say. Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes I get sick of hearing these phrases. I've been there, done that, got the t-shirt and am a card-carrying member of the Broken Hearts One Too Many Times Club. Hell, I could be president of it. Brynn Blakely, Queen of Dating the Losers Club.
I don't know why I attract the losers. Maybe I'm too nice or naive. Personally, I think it's because I'm too pretty and guys want the arm candy. They don't care about the brains as long as their woman looks good. If she fucks good that's just an added bonus, but women can be trained to fuck well, so it's not a deal breaker by any means.
I have a brain. I really do, but I keep picking the losers that want the pretty face, and as soon as I open my mouth to express an opinion, I'm gone. Let's not forget the losers that lead you to believe they want a relat
ionship, but only want a piece of ass. Once they get that, Poof! Gone!
Men are dogs, and I don't trust them. You can train them very easily. Break them down to their very core. Flash some cleavage and you're golden. Take control and become a Queen. So many men beg for this from a woman.
“Please be my Dom. I'll do anything you ask. Will you tie me up and whip me?”
Hmmmmm. “What do I get out of this if I do?” Oh, that $200 dress I've been eyeing? That new pair of stilettos I love? Oh, you'll help me financially?
Ok, so I'm not above making someone's fantasies come true if I get what I want out of it. I don't have sex with these men, and I maintain control at all times. It is pretty cool. With one exception.
I never wanted control. I wanted to find the Prince that would sweep me off my feet and control me. My Dom. My Love. My everything. I would give anything if I could find MY Dark Prince to take me to the other side and back, again and again, day after day and night after night.
The perfect relationship. It exists in all the books I read, on everyone's social media status, and in all my friends' lives except mine. It eludes me. I find all the married and taken men whose wives won't indulge in their fantasies. That's where I come in. The discreet little secret.
I'm tired of being the one in the background. I want to be me. Brynn Blakely, so and so's fiancé. Oh yes, we are getting married on the beach. It was love at first sight. He is my Prince Charming. He can't keep his hands off me. I want to find the man for me and be the perfect couple everyone is envious of. Why is that so hard? Why can't I find it? Maybe I need to help fate along on my terms now.
CHAPTER 2
I met Simon in the strangest place of all. On FriendBook. We had been "friends" for a while but he had a post that came across my newsfeed. Green eyes. If you have green eyes I'll probably stutter, stumble and run away. I love green eyes and just fall apart.