by Xavier Neal
AGONIZE
A SENSES SERIES NOVEL
XAVIER NEAL
AGONIZE
Copyright© 2015 by Xavier Neal
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All Rights are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Dedication
To The Universe, Every word written has my thanks to you on it.
Table of Contents
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
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Chapter 1
Tony
Naked. Hungover. And married.
Isn’t this how raunchy comedies start?
“Mr. Reed...,” the redheaded girl beside me runs a finger down my bare chest.
Turning my head I admire the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. Her fiery red hair, chestnut eyes that are glowing at me, her creamy vanilla skin covered in tattoos that look more like intimate paintings than bad decisions made under rebellious suffering. I lick my lips and reach over to move her hair off her shoulder, unable to resist touching her.
Never had this problem before. I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Just like Jamie Foxx did.
My eyes scroll down to her perky b-cup tits that are now pressed up against me. My dick is at full attention under the luxury hotel sheets.
“Tony,” she calls my name again. This time I lift my chin up to meet her eyes. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Nope,” I answer honestly trailing my fingertip down to the top of her boobs. “You’re naked. I’m listening to your body.” Before she can say anything else I roll my thumb around her nipple until it hardens.
Her lips sing my name, “Tony...” She releases another moan before pulling my hand away from its new pink attachment. “I’m serious.”
On an annoyed sigh I hit my head back against the pillow. “I honestly wasn’t listening.”
“Do you remember what happened last night?” she questions pushing her hair behind her ear, a hint of an accent slipping out.
Is that British? Welsh? Like from Wales? How the hell did I get a woman from Wales? Well. I mean it is Vegas.
My brain racks itself to try to remember what exactly happened but for the most part, I see fuzzy patches and lots of shot glasses.
Did I mention I was in Vegas?
“Let me paint you a picture,” the redhead reaches around to the nightstand for a condom, straddles me, and positions her glorious naked body for my taking. I moisten my lips again as my dick nudges the wet, warm heat it remembers even if I can’t.
Guess my cock has a better memory than my brain. Don’t judge.
“We met after my show,” her body moves back and her hand wraps tightly around my straining dick rolling the condom on it flawlessly. I hold back the growl in my throat. “Your brother is friends with my drummer...” The redhead’s hand teases the tip of my dick against her clit, a small piece of metal now obvious. “And we started drinking...” Another connection between my dick and her clit ring causes my jaw to tense.
Apparently she’s into torture...
“Next thing I know you’re telling your brother that I’m the one and saying he’s not the only one in love.”
Great deep seeded brother issues leaking out. Thanks Patron.
“He said prove it,” she continues now inching my dick closer to her opening. “And then you did.” Her hot pussy envelopes my cock and a war cry falls out of me like I’ve never heard before.
Uncontrollably, I grip her hips and start roughly bouncing her up and down. She leans her head forward, her red hair creating an erotic curtain for her perfect face. Without hesitation I sit up, grab a fist full of it, and continue pushing into her again and again, this time with more urgency than before.
When her head tries to fall on my shoulder I yank her hair back up so our eyes meet. She whimpers, “Tony.”
Enthralled by the combination of the pitch and accent I demand with a good tug, “Say my name again.”
“Tony,” she calls out.
Something inside me rips apart and lets out a monster I wasn’t aware existed. Forcefully I demand, “Louder.”
“Tony!” she screams and her pussy convulses in sync with it.
The pulsating has me growling in pleasure once more as I remind her firmly, “Eyes. On. Me.” Her brown eyes widen as I manage to push deeper until her entire body is quaking helplessly against mine. The total submission completely giving me control is not something my dick is used to and caves under the circumstances.
As my body unloads into her she calls out my name again, this time like a plea for mercy.
Where the hell did that come from?
I wrap my arms around her and fall back with my dick still nestled inside. When her head hits my chest a feeling of pure contentment washes over me. Her nails begin stroking my sides and I let my fingers toy softly with the ends of her hair.
I don’t remember this girl’s name. I don’t remember much about anything last night, but I’ll tell you one thing is for sure. This gut wrenching twist I have in the pit of my stomach makes me believe that my liquor confession wasn’t just a drunken outburst to compete with my royal pain in the ass older brother. No. I think I’m in love. And you don’t have to tell me it doesn’t make any goddamn sense. Trust me.
Chapter 2
Lex
I always knew I would get married in Vegas. I just figured when it happened it would be for the fuck of it and not because the easiest way for me to stay in the country was through marriage.
Tony’s light blue eyes are staring down my white t-shirt, looking just as ravenous as he was in the hotel this morning. His tongue touches his lips at the same time his hand slips round the back of my neck to yank me to his lips.
The man kisses like a god yet looks like a slightly bulked up version of someone who should do my taxes. Okay sexy and bulked, like a steamy British accountant.
His tongue grabs mine, toys with it, punishes it, and then starts the process all over again until I’m melting into my airplane seat. When he finally makes the choice to pull away he lets his hand casually slide down the front of my shirt grazing the lip tattoos that are lined along my collar as well as my nipple that’s hardened.
“Damn. Every time I touch you it feels like the first time.”
“That a good thing?”
“That’s the best damn thing,” Tony replies, leaning over to kiss me again when the stewardess interrupts.
“Beverage? Pillow? Blanket?” She offers.
“Blanket please,” I answer and she quickly hands it to me.
“For you sir?”
“Pillow.”
Once she’s handed us both the items, Tony places the pillow against the window, rests his head against it and lets me rest my head on his thigh, the blanket covering me and part of his lap.
“Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“You sure you’re cool with staying ma
rried?” I question softly. “I seriously get it if you wanna draw up papers when we get back to Texas.”
“I’m sure,” he replies. “It’ll be fun. Besides I don’t think I could sleep at night knowing I could’ve helped someone as amazing as you are and didn’t.”
If only he knew, I’m not that amazing. Well, I am. But not the way he wants or needs. Not that kinda girl.
After a short smile at me, he closes his eyes. I wait a brief moment before sliding my hand over his crotch.
Oh yeah, I’m that kinda girl.
Shocked, his eyes spring open. “Lex...?”
“That’s Mrs. Reed to you,” my fingers declare undoing the button on his jeans. Carefully I pull down his zipper and free his cock from his boxers to slowly stroke it. The minute I see his teeth dig sharply into his bottom lip I ask, “Is there a problem?”
A low groan crawls out as I feel his dick stiffen in my grasp.
There’s nothing fucking hotter than the fact I have this effect on him. I’ve had men respond aggressively to my touch before, but not like this. Not with possession wrapped in passion. It’s sexy as hell.
With my face still on his thigh I continue stroking him under the blanket back and forth in a slow agonizing way. It’s clear he’s miserable that he’s not inside of me.
Fuck! I’m miserable he’s not inside of me. What? Lady like? Oh no, you have me confused with someone else. If I thought we’d fit in these tiny ass airplane bathrooms the whole plane would know his name.
My hand refuses to switch speeds, though I glance up just briefly to see him completely engulfed in the pleasure I’m delivering. The sight spurs me on to continue. Tony’s fingers wind through the back of my hair and tug harshly making a whimper escape from me.
In a low voice he mocks me, “Is there a problem?”
It’s my turn to bite my bottom lip. I start jerking him a little faster. He grips my hair sharply in return. This pattern of matching punishment for excitement keeps up until I recognize a sign I’m happily becoming familiar with. The grip on my hair tightens harshly as I move the blanket over catching every last drop of come on my tongue. Anxious to taste him again. Anxious to suck up proof that he loved every minute of what just happened between us.
How bad is it that I wish I could’ve been on my knees doing that task instead?
Satisfied, I slip him back inside his jeans, zip them, and mischievously stare up at him. “Think you can handle a lifetime of that?”
“Of blow jobs or getting my dick sucked in public places?” He tries to hold back his laugh while the hand that was just trying to tear out my hair is now stroking it lovingly. His caress is full of compassion and genuine love. Two things I’ve never been shown.
Come on. A girl like me getting tangled up with emotions like that? You really aren’t that quick at this are you? Which part of me screams I deserve any of that? The anchor tats behind my ears or the music notes dancing across my knees, so I never forget what I did to get here?
“Both,” I answer.
“Hell yes,” Tony grins widely, smiling so deep and so natural it’s refreshing.
When you spend as much time as I do in front of a crowd and mingling with people who only beam at you in between seeing what they can scam out of you to better themselves, you develop a deeper appreciation for something as simple as a genuine smile. Can’t say it’s been offered too often to me in my life.
Chapter 3
Tony
Stop yelling at me. I know this is the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever done sober. Getting married to some chick who I know through one of my brother’s old college buddies is the craziest thing I’ve done drunk. But shit happens right? This type of thing totally happens all the time. It does. No it really does. Ugh. Fuck it. Leave me here in denial please.
Lex wraps her slender arms around mine as we stroll down the sidewalk towards my best friend Maxx and Logan’s new house. The way her body stays glued to me is refreshing. No one has ever wanted me as much as she does. I’ve always come in second best. It’s nice, even if it’s just temporary to come in first.
“And you’re sure they won’t mind me dropping in?” she questions, my eyes checking her out again.
It’s addicting. She’s nothing like anyone I’ve ever dated.
Aside from the fact that she’s painted in bright colors and intricate designs, the fact her ears have piercings along the edge, and she has a diamond studded nose ring, she’s a singer.
I’ve always dated pretty straight lace girls. Retail merchants. Kindergarten teachers. Dental hygienists. Nothing special. Definitely nothing like Lex.
Her gorgeous legs are in holey jeans shaping her thin frame and exposing every detail that turns me on when she’s naked. I admire the way her white shirt drifts up to expose her midriff, the hot pink and green dragon that breathes fire onto her crotch is barely seen.
Not the most clever tattoo, but still pretty cheeky.
“Do you ever listen to me?” Lex giggles pulling her arms away from mine, stopping in front of me, just steps away from Maxx’s car parked in the driveway.
“I do,” I assure her with a playful look. “You just happen to be really sexy. It’s rather distracting.”
“Shut up,” she shakes her head at me, that accent apparent again.
Isn’t that shit just fucking sexy?
“I’m serious, Tony,” the way she says my name makes my cock rise.
See. What did I tell ya?
“Do you think they’re gonna mind me crashing the BBQ?”
“Not at all,” I insure her. “We’re practically family. If anything, I’m sure they’re going to welcome you with open arms. After all, it’s the first time I’ve brought a girl around.”
Lex runs her fingers through her hair before leaning her hip to the side. “Why?”
“Haven’t been worth it,” I answer.
“And I’m worth it?” her hand drags itself across the dragon making me wish I could throw her down in their front yard.
Probably wouldn’t be the housewarming present they want.
“I married you didn’t I?” the playful response is followed by her tossing her arms around me and her tongue with mine. My hands run down her back to give her ass a tight, hard squeeze.
She pulls away with a giggle. “Come on...let’s meet your family.”
I roll my eyes as she drags me across the front yard by my hand.
Pretty sure this chick could drag me into the pits of hell and I’d willingly follow her perfect ass anywhere. Even to have cocktails with Satan himself.
Knocking on the white front door twice before entering, I lead us inside my best friend Maxx’s new home.
Maxx Kellar is in many ways the female version of me. We’re both slightly nerdier than most. Both not use to being picked first by the opposite sex. Always the backup. Once upon a time, we tried to head down that road, but it was pointless. I think on some level I always knew we were never meant to be like that, after all the way she looks at Kellar, one of my other best friends now, was clear from day one. That he was her soulmate. I didn’t get it then. She tried to explain it and I still didn’t get it. But I think I do now. What do you mean you can’t meet your soulmate drunk in Vegas?
Walking through the front door we travel past the formal dining room, the hallway that leads to a set of stairs, and into the large living room I helped move furniture in to just a week ago. The layout is completely open with the opposite space of the living room being the large kitchen. Both areas we spend a lot of time in as a family, so Maxx and Kellar both agreed they needed to be the largest. There’s dark hardwood floors, dark leather couches in the living room that has a flat screen mounted on the wall above a fireplace. The kitchen has an island that’s home to the sink and at the moment bowls filled with salad, fruit, and a thing of pink frosted cupcakes.
Proof we are in Maxx’s house. Girl has a cupcake obsession.
We exit through the living room, out the French doors to the pat
io where the people who care more about me then those I share genetic makeup with, are gathered around. On the stoned patio area there’s a large table, a grill and couches are built into the covered deck as well.
“Can you even count that high?” Erin snaps at Logan Kellar as she flops onto her boyfriend C.J.’s lap.
“I can count about as high as those shorts go Daisy Duke,” his comeback makes C.J. toss his head back in laughter.
“Keep laughing and see if I let you go Boss Hogg on me...” the dirty comment makes me raise my eyebrows.
“Boss Hogg, you?” Luke, her brother, who is sitting at the table, looks confused.
“Do dirty and crooked things to me,” her explanation nearly makes him spit out his beer.
“For the love of God Erin, not while I’m drinking,” he moans in disgust.
“You asked,” she retorts.
Erin and Luke Hart are two siblings who argue more than they do anything else. Most of the time it’s clearly playful, but you can tell at times because of what happened to their parents, he doesn’t always consider himself just a big brother. I can’t tell you what happened. Not my place. But I can tell you, up until Maxx and Logan moved out they all lived together under one roof. It actually worked better than you’re thinking.
“Are they always this much fun?” Lex chimes in wrapping an arm around my lower back.
“The brunette is usually bitchier,” Logan chimes in wiping his hands on a towel. “But I’m always fun.” With a grin that has landed him quite a lot of ass in his past he extends a hand towards my addition to the group. “I’m Unbreakable, but you can call me Kellar.”
If his smile isn’t reason enough to get him all the pussy he used to pull in, the fact he’s an MMA fighter that looks like an underwear model does the trick.