by S. K. Lessly
And after that, if I feel like it or if she could handle me, I’ll take her to my bedroom and fuck her some more the way I want to until I got tired. Only then will I let up and allow her to leave. And I guarantee you it won’t be right away. It should be a man’s mission to completely satisfy a woman. You shouldn’t have to pick and choose a man based on their skill set. If they know nothing about plumbing, they shouldn’t be laying down pipe—period. Now that should be mandatory.” He then shrugged. “At least that’s how I feel.”
I’m speechless right now.
I was trying to keep the nonchalant look on my face as if what he had just said didn’t affect me, but I was failing miserably. I knew it. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.
Could the throbbing between my thighs be the result of mere words? Did he have that kind of power? I shook my head, trying to clear it. It was obvious that he did have that kind of power if he had just made my panties wet. Or maybe it was the promise in his voice that had done it. The closeness of his body wasn’t making things any better. Not to mention the cologne he was wearing. It was making the haze in my head, cloud judgment that I should be using right about now.
I shouldn’t be turning into goo. I shouldn’t have been fantasizing about him taking me right here and now, ripping my clothes off and stroking me long and deep. And I definitely had no business visualizing him bending me over his couch and commanding my lady parts.
“And as far as giving a woman the reigns,” he added slowly, bringing my eyes back to his dark stare as his voice suddenly grew gruff, low, and sexy as shit.
“If she’s skilled enough, I’ll let her do her thing. I don’t have a problem with a woman wanting to fuck my brains out. I encourage it in fact. If she wants it bad enough or she’s on her grown-woman shit, then it’ll be her time to shine. If she needs a little help or she’s feeling that good riding me, I’ll grip her hips and move her so we both feel good. And it wouldn’t be just up and down, no. I’d move us in a way that would bring the both of us pleasure.
“Let’s be honest, a lot of women don’t need to be in control. They don’t know what to do when they have it. That’s when I take over and play with her clit a little, give it some attention to get her there. That’s her goal anyway, right? She’s chasing that clit stimulation. She desires the pleasure of getting that G-spot stroked until she explodes. Seriously, Misty, if a man doesn’t know that shit, there’s a problem.”
He paused right there, and I lie to you not, the air around us suddenly grew very electric and hot despite the cool breeze from the trees in my backyard. His eyes seemed to undress me in that moment, causing me to feel naked and vulnerable. And his voice… Oh, it was doing something to my insides; something delicious, palpable, and completely salacious.
“If you’re with someone that isn’t giving you what you need, baby,” he said, continuing to strip me bare. “…that’s a damn shame. My advice to you is to throw your little fish back in the water and wait for something bigger; someone better. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed if you do.”
WHAT!?
‘I guarantee you won’t be disappointed’, what was that?
And the look in his eyes…
It’s the alcohol, Misty. It has to be the alcohol. This is just a product of the courage juice we just had.
But was it? As I continued to stare into the dark abyss of his powerful eyes, I wasn’t so sure. Had I missed something? One minute we were just talking hypothetically and now we were talking about something totally different. The intensity in his eyes grew to a level I couldn’t take anymore.
I mumbled softly as my eyes shifted to the concrete floor of my patio. Smiling slightly and trying my best to lighten the mood between us, I whispered, “Thanks for the advice, but I guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“No, baby, you really don’t have to.”
And, my heart just stopped.
Did you hear what he just said?
Goodness, I almost passed out. I definitely felt my hands shaking. His voice, that sexy-ass voice of his was very raspy, low, and deep. I almost didn’t hear him…almost.
I looked up sharply and found a pair of eyes that were no longer blue with a hint of green. No, those suckers had turned completely green, reminding me of what an ocean would look like from a distance after the green reef and moss had changed its color. The eyes in front of me were looking straight through to my soul, tearing down my defenses and crumbling the carefully-placed wall I had all around me for my emotional protection.
Shit, I was in trouble. I knew it. I felt it. The look he was giving me told me everything he wanted to do to me at that very moment. I wasn’t ready for this. We weren’t ready for this.
Save yourself, Misty before it’s too late.
I stood quickly, mumbling some mess that I couldn’t even decipher. I needed a break from this man. No, I needed to escape this man and fast. But it seemed the universe had other plans. My plan was to escape into my house, lock my bedroom door, and pray Shane would get the message and leave. However, God must’ve been on the floor laughing His head off because I never made it to my house.
I had taken two long strides toward sanctity, clearing the lounge chair he sat in when I felt a firm grip on my wrist. I closed my eyes and held my breath. The hold on me wasn’t too aggressive, but it was definitely telling me not to fucking move. And I didn’t. I couldn’t. My body didn’t know the concept at the present time. My brain was otherwise occupied with making the rest of my body work. My breath was caught in my throat. My heart was beating uncontrollably as if it were going to burst out of my chest to save itself and make it to the safety of my house.
I had never felt this way before. Over the years, I had mastered the art of hiding my feelings. No matter what I felt on the inside, you didn’t know unless I wanted you to. Right now, though, I couldn’t hide what Shane was doing to me and I was freaking the hell out. No man had ever elicited this kind of reaction from my body or my soul, and I wasn’t handling it very well. On the outside looking in, I should’ve been happy this was happening. It’s what I’d wanted for a long time. But on the inside, I was scared shitless. What made matters change from hot to nuclear was the music that was playing in the background.
At some point, it had changed from the calm, safe jazz music from earlier to something that was like fuel feeding a damaging fire.
What was playing, you ask?
I only caught the tail end, but it sounded like “Wicked Games” by The Weekend had just stopped mixing up the atmosphere between us. And what was about to bring my universe into a state of unrest, setting a mood that I wasn’t ready for, was “Pillow Talk” by Zayne.
If you don’t know that song, I suggest you stop what you’re doing, find it, and listen to it. Close your eyes and think about you and the one person that could fulfill every sexual fantasy you have. Pretend he is standing in front of you. That’s the only way you’re going to understand what I’m going through right now. This song is seductive, its lyrics are lustful, and the music is carnal.
When Zayne’s penetrating voice placed us under his spell, I opened my eyes and looked deeply into Shane’s. I gave up hiding from the rage of desire flowing through my veins. I knew just by the look in his eyes that he could see the thirst I had for him.
I decided to just let go, and my body instantly relaxed. The world promptly fell away from me. A welcoming peacefulness slowly fell over me as I finally managed to take in an arduous breath. There was nothing, but him standing in front of me. No sound, but the incessant rhythm of my heart beating in time with the anticipation of his touch. My pulse was erratic, my heart was surging, threatening to explode. And yet all I felt was the overwhelming longing to have him any way I could.
Shane, with his fingers still holding my wrist tight, gently pulled me to him. Once I was close, he brought his palm to the side of my face, laced his fingers in my hair and tilted my face to him. I, in turn, gripped his shirt just as his lips touche
d mine.
Oh, God, yes!
Chapter Seven
The second Shane’s taste hit my tongue, I almost exploded. I moaned in complete satisfaction that couldn’t be helped. This had been something that I’d wanted for so long, and he tasted so good. I wrapped my arms around Shane’s neck lifting up on my tippy toes, wanting him to deepen this kiss and give himself over to me just as I was giving myself to him.
He didn’t disappoint. Shane’s hands moved from the sides of my face and he snaked his arms around my waist, lifting me slightly, squeezing me closer to him in order for him to dominate more of my mouth. The sudden feeling of contentment hit me like a tidal wave, hard, determined, and final as he wrapped his arms around me. It felt as if I had finally come home, sort of like a soldier enjoying embraces from his family after the war.
I could feel his heart raging against my chest, beating strong as if it were about to burst out of him and into me. It was crazy though, because we both seemed so out of control. No matter how hard he was breathing or how tight he held me, Shane took his time kissing me. It wasn’t rushed or sloppy. It was agonizingly slow and methodical, which, was driving me completely out of my mind.
Every expert swipe of his tongue against mine, every caress, and every delicious way he tasted me, I felt it from head to toe. The throbbing that grew between my thighs became even more intense and demanding. I couldn’t help but groan softly into his mouth, pleading and desiring more. His lips were making love to me, giving me a taste of what was to come, and I wanted more.
Shane hastily released his tight grip on my lips, but replaced that hold with a fierce hold of my hair. My head was forcefully pulled back causing a slight gasp to escape my surprised lips. I didn’t think I would like my hair being pulled, but the wetness that pooled in my panties told me just how much I enjoyed the aggressive way Shane was handling me.
Shane danced those dangerous lips of his along the sensitive parts of my neck, continuing his seduction. He softly teased the flesh behind my ear, underneath my jaw line, and my throat before his mouth returned to mine. He felt so good, better than I could ever have imagined, and my imagination was good.
The need to catch our breath ultimately took over, and we abruptly pulled back from each other, and I opened my eyes to meet a ferocious yearning rooted deep within his. We stayed like that, watching each other, searching, and penetrating. Our breaths were coming fast against our faces, letting us know just how out of control we both had become.
The thought of ending this crossed my mind. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. He had just gotten out of a relationship, and we were friends…more like family. Yet neither of us made a move to stop the other. Maybe I should be the bigger person start the dialogue.
Before Shane moved to kiss me again, I touched his lips with my fingers. They were so soft. “Wait!” I breathed softly, resting my forehead against his chin. Trepidation laced all through my voice as my hands moved through his hair, down his back, caressing his tense muscles as they flexed and contracted underneath my touch. Good God this man…
“What?” he breathed out. Shane’s own hands caressed my body, running along my arms, my shoulders, seemingly just wanting to touch me.
I looked back up at him. “Should we be doing this?”
I searched his eyes, looking for a hint of hesitation in his deep green orbs. However, there wasn’t a trace of reluctance in them. I only saw longing, lust, and a fierce need that he obviously wanted me to fulfill.
“I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t.”
“Shane I—” My attempt to speak was thwarted when he started kissing the fuck out of me again. Whatever was on the tip of my tongue became a distant memory.
Shane started forward, his hands guiding me by my hips until I felt the cool brick of my house at my back. His hands then traveled up into my shirt, around to my back and caressed me as they glided along my spine into my cotton shorts. He found my bare ass and gripped it tight in his large hands, causing a whimper to escape my lips.
He pulled back from me, placed some serious green eyes on me, and whispered, never releasing his grip on my ass, “I want you, Misty. I can’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t have you. I want to taste you, fuck you, and hear you scream my name. I want to get lost in you even if it’s only for tonight. Let me please you, baby and give you what you’ve been chasing all this time. Let me satisfy you the way you deserve.” He then lifted me up by my ass so my legs went around his waist. When he grinded his hardness against my wet core, I moaned deeply in my throat and circled my hips, replying to him in kind.
“Do you have any other questions?” he asked as he squeezed my ass.
“No,” I whimpered quietly.
“Can I get back to tasting you now?” He wasn’t really asking for permission. He was more like telling me what was about to happen whether I liked it or not.
I answered, moving my lips closer to his. “Please.”
With me still in his arms, he started moving toward the house. He opened the sliding glass door, stepped inside, and blindly closed and locked the door behind him. I took this time to get a taste of my own by burying my face in his neck. It was my turn to make him lose his mind. I placed featherlike kisses everywhere, softly raking my teeth along his now raised skin, sucking and licking him, hoping like hell I was teasing him just as he had teased me.
I felt him falter as he moved and I smiled in triumph against his neck. Hearing him tell me that he wanted me with agony in his voice made me feel so good. I wanted more. I lifted my face from his neck and positioned my hands along the sides of his handsome face. My tongue hungrily ran along the shape of his mouth, slowly memorizing this moment and the way they felt before I kissed him.
I didn’t worry about him not being able to see to maneuver us through my house. He had broken into my house, so I was sure he knew exactly where he was going. And he didn’t seem to mind me devouring his lips because he was otherwise occupied. His hands were everywhere: along my back, in my hair, along my hips, thighs, and ass.
When I felt him pushing my thighs away from his waist, I whimpered my disappointment and released him. I reluctantly slid down his muscled body slowly, taking care to brush up against a bulge that I felt in front of his jeans.
He chuckled, amusement and lust dancing through his eyes.
“Clothes off now, Grace,” he demanded.
I looked in his eyes, unmoving. I wasn’t challenging him. I was just studying him. I slowly took in the shape of his chiseled jaw line and his eyes, noticing how deep and dark they were. I liked the slight facial hair along his jaw that had tickled me as he kissed me. I could see how impatient he was becoming and I smiled inwardly.
He is so damn sexy and rugged. Oh, how I wish he could be all mine.
Shane shook his head, oblivious to where my thoughts had gone. “You can’t follow directions for shit, can you?” he said with a lightness in his voice.
I started to protest, but I found my arms forcefully pushed up and my shirt being yanked from my body. By the time I dropped my arms, my bra’s front clasp had been undone, and the straps were being pushed down my shoulders.
We stood there like that, me shirtless and braless and him watching me closely. He moved closer to me, his six-feet-four frame consuming the world around me, seemingly beguiled by me. My breath caught as he touched my bare skin lightly with his fingertips.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he mumbled, but I didn’t think he was actually speaking to me.
His eyes were completely captivated with my breasts. He squeezed and massaged them. His fingers lightly grazed my nipples, circling and pinching them. I felt my knees starting to give way as I bit my lip due to the stir his touch was causing.
“Take your shorts off,” he instructed gruffly, while still teasing me.
I swallowed, and this time I quickly did what I was told. My hands moved to my hips, and I plunged my thumbs inside the elastic of my shorts. Shane shook his head and moved his hands
to cover mine.
“Panties too, baby. Everything off.”
I shivered from the pure sound of his commanding voice and I made sure my thumb was underneath both my shorts and panties.
I started to pull them down, however, it seems Mr. Cooper was impatient. He kneeled down in front of me as he took over and pulled my shorts and panties slowly along my thighs.
“Step.”
I freed one leg and was about to free the other when my thigh was pushed up and over his shoulder, followed by a salacious lick from my moistened core to my clit.
I gasped loudly. My knees buckled, and my fingers gripped his hair more so to stop myself from collapsing to the carpet than anything else.
“Oooh yesss, Shane… Holy shit! Please right there. Right…”
His tongue created circles along my sensitive bud, adding the right amount of pressure to cause a sensation that was slowly taking me over the top. I grinded my hips against his tongue, chasing what he had promised me. He was lapping up every bit of my satisfaction and he seemed to be striving for more, wanting to make me explode. I was almost there… almost… almost…
My head fell back, eyes rolled to the back of my head as the nerve endings throughout my body awakened fully. He was hitting that spot; circling, circling, circling, and then sucking. Circling, circling, circling, and then sucking again.
My legs started to tremble, my body now weak. He moaned against me while he continued to suck me, creating this fluttering sensation along my clit. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but it just intensified as he pushed me closer to the edge.