by Pamela Ann
My treacherous thumb went further into her wet folds, stroking until it reached her hot button of pleasure then went back down to tease her entrance. Her pussy was scorching hot—a furnace—and God only knew how much hotter it was going to get once I stuck my digit inside her opening.
My enchantress was panting, gasping for air as she squirmed about, trying too hard not to scream her frustration for me to get a move on.
My eyes watched my thumb circle inside her, softly pressing in and out of her while I listened to her whimper my name.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Emma?” She made a guttural moan, gasping and begging for more with her eyes closed.
Inching my nose closer to her pussy slit, I inhaled her scent before I buried the tip of my nose in and glided upwards. My tongue stuck out to gather her nectar as I glided it until my lips reached her anus. My tongue circulated around, prepping her for my next ambush.
I inserted my thumb inside her rectal opening. Emma yelped, tensing at my intrusion. She immediately opened her mouth to say something, but I halted her protest when I stuck my middle finger inside her pussy.
“God, Bass! Uhhh—what—” she heaved out, slightly shaking, before I heightened my momentum. “Oh God!” she cried when my finger started twirling and sliding in and out of her juicy cunt. The more wetness that seeped out, the more I gathered towards her clit, slathering it all over her labia.
Watching her reaction to my touch was such a turn on for me. I didn’t need any completion of my own, this alone was enough.
“Do you want more?” I rasped out, unwilling to slow down. Nothing was going to stop me, not even if this cottage was taken down by a storm.
“As much as you can give me,” she implored.
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her pussy lips before I pulled my fingers out of her stretched holes. Emma immediately sighed with relief. We’ve barely just begun, my beauty. I smirked at the thought of her believing that it was almost over. We were far from it.
Getting to my feet, I arched down to slowly kiss up her spine, starting from the base as I slowly helped her up until I reached the back of her neck then I slowly massaged the back of her head. Her position wasn’t intended for long, but I was going to make sure she got her circulation back before I resumed my onslaught.
Emma leaned against my chest, sighing as she lavished the feeling of me massaging her head.
“Ready?” I whispered into her ear before she gave me a smile then a nod.
Cautiously, I carried her towards the bed, carefully placing her on the edge, enough for the top part of her body to be laid down while the rest hung against the side of the mattress. I knelt before her, eyes connecting with hers before I cupped her ass and pulled her a little bit further down with her slicked lips much closer to my tongue.
Emma arched her body, lifting her soaked cunt towards my face, begging for me to finish her with an orgasm. “Bass…” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.
Oh baby, keep saying my name like that and I might end up taking you now. My cock twitched as I absorbed the picture of her before me, begging to be fucked.
My tongue curled atop my bottom lip as I spread her legs open wide then folding them and planting her soles against her butt cheeks. “Hold onto your legs. Don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” I commanded before taking hold of her hands and situating them where I wanted her to hold on until I was done with her.
My hands were now splayed and pressed on her inner thighs as I applied more pressure and pushed them further apart, opening her to the hilt. The sides of her folded legs were touching the bed, all wide and completely accessible to me; mine to do with as I pleased.
“I won’t let go until you tell me to,” she promised.
My wicked smile resurfaced again. “Good girl, Emma.”
Blowing air against her exposed slit, I wanted some of her wetness to subside because she needed to feel the full impact of what I had in mind next. Pulling mints out of my pocket, I opened the tiny tin can and popped six little blue squares into my mouth then softly sucked out the sweetness they brought to my tongue.
My eyes glittered as they focused on her exposed genitalia. Emma, bewitched and entranced, watched as I puckered my lips and slowly blew the minty breath on her sensitive pussy all the way down to her anal entrance, ever so slowly, before going back up again.
Emma shivered as her pussy released more wetness.
She likes it, I mused before my freshly mint-tipped tongue stuck out and ran through her cunt with one, quick, hungry swipe.
I could see her pussy clench through her opening and I knew that she was on fire—tingling and quivering—for more. My tongue gradually and excruciatingly ravaged her pretty pussy.
Reaching out for more mints, I dropped a couple inside her opening, watching it get wet and slowly melt into her core. The liquid mint lured me in, my tongue probing into her before I flicked it back and forth, slurping all the sweetness onto my tongue.
Unabashed, Emma was now screaming with her hips lifted off the bed.
With her screams urging me on, I focused on her sweet button and started to slowly nip on the sides of her pussy lips before two of my fingers went into her wetness while my thumb went in her other opening.
“Bassss!”
I was drowning in her. She was beautiful. What I could make her body do was even more electrifying. I knew, without a doubt, that she and I were going to be explosive in bed together. She was carnal, open for anything, and most of all, she gave me free reign on her body. That alone was a feat.
Without ado, I hooked my fingers like a grapnel inside her grid, zeroing in on her sacred g-spot. My ministrations were relentless and it didn’t take long until she was shaking; her body gearing up for her orgasm. With my thumb inside her ass, my teeth biting in between the twisting and the flickering of her clit and with one other finger hooked on her g-spot, Emma violently trembled, screaming the house down with each wave that was unleashed from her body.
While she was riding on her orgasm, I didn’t stop. Instead, I became feral, wanting her body to be pushed to the extremes until it couldn’t take anymore.
My mouth was dripping wet, but I wasn’t perturbed. I kept going. Pulling my thumb out, I used my free middle finger and traced her pussy’s wetness down to her ass. Sliding it down, wetting it before I stuck the middle finger in her anal entrance.
She bellowed when it started all over again. Orgasms rocked her supple body over and over and over again. Back to back to back, the crazy multiple orgasms were merciless.
“Bass, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore. I want you in my mouth,” Emma begged and sobbed, hoping to end her agony.
It was the way she said my name that truly moved me away and made me look at her blushing face. Without wiping my lips of her essence, I grinned down at her with wicked intent as I hovered above her naked body.
From the top slit of her lower lips, my tongue slowly licked upwards; past her navel, to the valley of her breasts, to her gorgeous mounds, her neck and then stopped on the tip of her chin. A soft moan came out of her lips when my hot tongue glided on the outline of her lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. Her kisses were what I craved more than anything. Yet, for some reason, I held back. Instead, I kissed the tipped of her dainty nose.
When she reached down to unbuckle my jeans, I moved sideways, not ready to go further just yet.
“No, don’t do this,” she whimpered, but I wasn’t ready to take it there; not when I hadn’t even kissed her.
I could—easily—but something was amiss. We hadn’t really figured things out yet. I needed to know where her thoughts were when it came to me because I was all in. Was she? Even if she wasn’t, I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. If she was willing to go all the way, she needed to be mine—someway, somehow—even if it entailed only her body.
I was compromising because I was willing to take her body, if she was still in love with Carter. Besides, if she wasn’t
in love with him anymore, well, I wanted all of her. For now, though, we could start with the physical relationship. The rest as they say, would fall into place.
Openly staring at her, my eyes flicked back and forth, hoping to catch something in her depths. “Be with me, Emma,” I managed to rasp out, putting myself on the line again.
Her eyes froze, darkening at my words. The massive hesitation was now in full force. Her body stilled, as did her breathing. Emma looked away, not wanting for me to see what her eyes were hiding away. “I…”
Fuck, please… don’t do this again, Emma, I silently pleaded. My heart gripped tighter inside my chest, holding my breath in. She knew how she affected me. She knew how much I’d wanted her. She knew—and yet what? She still didn’t know where I stood?
“Yes?” I waited.
In vain.
In agony.
“I don’t have an answer.” She finally finished without even bothering to look at me.
When she said that, I literally could hear my heart crack a little. She was never going to be mine, was she? What the fuck was I doing then?
With a quick nod, I directed a straight look towards her. “Right, of course.” I couldn’t for the life of me look at her, so I up and left my bedroom.
I strode towards the open patio doors and strolled towards the shore. The sand dipped from my steps, the fine grains cool between my toes.
The moon was high, its reflection glistened and mirrored along the still sea. Soft, calming waves whispered into my ears.
Pausing, I took a moment and studied the scenery before me at the same time my cellphone started ringing. Pulling it out of my pocket, I answered the call without looking at the caller.
“Hello?”
“Bass.”
Fuck, I mouthed my hiss as I gripped the phone tighter into my ear. “What do you want?” My voice was cold, uninviting.
“We’re checking in, is all. How are things?” the man kept on rambling. The urge to cut the call was profound, but my curiosity was getting to me, so I held on for a few more minutes.
My parents weren’t really parental. They were two beings who thrived on each other with constant splurges of money to fund their gambling addiction and my mother’s extravagant lifestyle.
“Get to the point. I don’t have time to spare for nonsense.”
My father snorted, as if my words didn’t hold meaning. “I’m sure you’ve spent all the nonsense with your ever evolving need for exotic varieties.” He gave another snorting sound again, grating me further, before he spoke his intent. “I’m calling to see if you could spare us half of your inheritance. You’re young and you don’t have the need of it. You’re making your own money, so there’s no need to hang on to the sum that was supposed to be all mine in the first place.”
Ah, there it was. Always… it was forever about money. “Guess Grandmother didn’t deem you worthy of it all. Besides, it’s never too late to start working, you know.”
“You ungrateful child! You would be nothing without us!”
Here we go again. “I got here because of hard work. I worked countless hours to gain experience. I succeeded because I didn’t give up. There was never us here. It was all fucking me. So, don’t take credit for something you didn’t even lift a finger towards. And as for the inheritance, you got the same amount I did. The large sum should tide you two over until you’re buried six feet under.”
“Without us, you wouldn’t even be born. Just because you’re all great now doesn’t mean shit to me, you hear? As for money, we have enough to tide us over for the next few months. If you’re unwilling to give us a portion of yours, I’m going to take you to court and contest that will. If I win, I get it all.”
“If—that’s a big if.” I pulled my hair out, laughing drily at the absurdity of my so-called father. “Do what you like. I don’t care.”
“I’m sure you will. Your mother is giving you a couple of months. If you won’t change your mind, you’ll be hearing from our lawyer.” He immediately cut off the call then, not willing to hear what I had to say.
I knew they meant the threats, which was why they weren’t a part of my life now. Once upon a time, they had a heart, but all of that changed when I was about four or five. I can’t remember properly, but I think it all shifted downhill when my grandmother started getting sick. That’s when my father had more access to her money.
My grandfather kept all of his stock money during The Great Depression. Most of those stocks were heavily invested in oil. Once the economy bounced back, their penny stocks became millions through the years. Half of my inheritance was still untouched, still invested in those companies.
I intended that money for my children, never for me. I could work for my own money. Yet, what irritated me was the fact that my parents thought they had the right to simply demand such things from me when they hadn’t done shit to earn it.
Money was a poison that ruled and crippled the world. People changed because of money. People killed to have money. People betrayed loved ones to gain more.
Money preached.
Even though I loved the lifestyle it gave me, I also resented how people saw me because I had it. That’s why it was hard to trust people because most of the folks you met, needed and wanted something out of you.
Maybe that was why Emma appealed to me more, because she never mentioned the damn word. Maybe because when I looked at her, I saw her looking at me. Not the fame I came along with. Not the money attached to my name. Not the man on the tabloid, but at me—the man behind the glamour and glitz of Hollywood.
Pushing my parents aside, the question remained, where did I go from here?
It wasn’t until my legs felt weary that I decided to turn back and stroll towards the cottage.
Once I got inside, I quietly paced myself until I saw her sleeping form. Her nakedness was evident even if her body was covered by a sheet. From the door, I studied her, yearning from afar.
Tomorrow was another day.
Who knew what would happen then? At this point, I was all tangled and twisted because of one woman. I was going to let fate take its form, guide me from here on out.
It was time she saw the real me. Not the man who was all considerate of her feelings and her love for another man. No. She was going to see the real Bass Cole.
The one I had been hiding from her because I wanted to lure her in with kindness and consideration—but that was out of the window now.
If she wanted to come play, she’d better make sure she could handle the ride.
It was all or nothing… from here on out.
A Kiss, That’s All It Took
“It’s my turn,” I furiously hissed at her the second I parted from her lips after they concluded the scene.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I knew the second my lips touched hers, there was no going back. The scene was fake. It wasn’t about Emma or Bass; it was about Angela and Logan. Yet, it felt like the damn kiss had obliterated my ability to think straight. It consumed me—caught me on its hook and held onto me. There was no way I could brush it off.
No, tonight. I didn’t care if we were going to have a yelling match, or some gargantuan fight because, either way, this was going to end tonight.
I left the shooting location in a huff, not willing to look back at her shaken expression. For months, I’d kept all these volatile feelings I had for her hidden. Now they were about to emerge and I wanted her to witness what she had done to me.
As I walked, the loud rumbling of the dark clouds indicated that a thunderstorm was heading our way, but I was unruffled because my heart only had one goal, Emma. Once I got to the cottage, I didn’t even care about turning the lights on. Taking off my shirt, I strode towards the kitchen sink and splashed my heated face with cold water.
My entire body was burning; dying for a resolution.
Pulling a towel, I roughly wiped my face as I tried to calm myself down. She was coming back soon.
I anticipated h
er return.
So I waited, in the dark.
She took approximately ten minutes to get here.
I was leaning against the entrance wall of the kitchen, directly within view of the patio and the front door, whichever way she chose to make her entrance.
The first thing I saw was her blonde mane, curled from the humidity as she strolled towards the patio. With a deep frown on her face, she carefully took off her sandals, dusting her feet off as she did so. She glanced towards the angry, grumbling sky before she took hold of the sliding door and let herself inside the cottage.
Since my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, it wasn’t hard for me to see that she was trying to look for the light switch.
Not wanting to prolong our impending confrontation, I took a step forward, towards unchartered territory. “What took you so long?”
Emma jumped from the unexpected sound of my voice. “Bass?”
She seemed to have frozen on the spot as I strode towards her, wearing only my worn out jeans and nothing else. Even in the dark, her scent guided me towards her; unmistakable and heady. My breathing became ragged and shallow as I came closer. My throat was parched as I closed in on her. My world was a breath away. One touch. One kiss.
My skin was prickling from apprehension while my senses roared high as I anticipated what was yet to come.
Since the day I’d met her, my fate had seemed to orbit around her. My life wasn’t going to be complete until I ventured out of this bubble and dove into this big uncertainty named Emma.
I was clinging onto the last straws. Even though my emotions were in turmoil, my body was saluting her. It knew her power. It knew what she was capable of making me feel and I had yet to wander towards that territory.
I had gotten a taste of the cream, but I wanted my entire dessert.
My eyes seemed to get lost in hers; those big eyes, full of everything.
I wanted for us to stop thinking and to start feeling from here on. We were here for months, who knew what would happen by then?