by Tiana Laveen
Nope. I don’t want just a fuck or a fling, Kim. There’s a lot to unwrap with Zaire. I know that. She’s fucking beautiful. She’s complicated. Too smart for her own good. She has so many layers… But that makes her all the more intriguing. I need someone who can understand what the hell I do, what my life is about and be by my side, not in my fucking way. She’s half way there… The secret? She covertly likes bad boys. Well, guess what? The Devil knows me by name. She’s fucking with the king of the soulless… If she can make me give a fuck, she wins. Let’s play a game, and this time, it ain’t Blackjack…
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kill Two Lovebirds with One Stone…
When he walked past her and pulled the thick curtains closed with a brutal tug, she wasn’t certain what to expect. Something in the way he moved gave her pause. He appeared harder, angrier, more aggressive…
Zaire slowed down, then stopped dancing altogether when he glared at a plant in the corner of the room for a spell, turned the music off, snatching the knob on the stereo as if it had in some way offended him. She stood in a semi-dark room while shadows and light played tricks with her mind. Suddenly, ‘White Room’ by Cream blasted through the speakers and the lights started to flash around the ceiling as if she’d been transported to a disco. The room grew darker then turned blood red, a pulsing sound and feeling taking over. She felt as if she were spinning, disoriented, caught up in a strange rapture—the love child of a heartbeat and a snare drum…
The sound of something heavy and hard hit wood… perhaps a bag striking a table. She heard a zipper… stomping… Then, his big, rough hands cupped her breasts from behind, and she quivered. The slight tickle of his pubic hair rubbed against her lower back; the hardness of his dick and chest brushed against her while the feel of the gold chain gave her an icy chill.
Warm breath along her earlobe…
He breathed heavy.
In… out…
In… out…
The prickly stubble on his chin made her more aware of his masculine presence, while the strong yet pleasant scent of his cologne sent her somewhere carnal and prohibited. She sighed when he stroked her nipples, lulling her to a state of pleasure and peace, and she rested the back of her head against his shoulder. Every cell of her body awoke at his command, her breasts responding instantly to his ministrations, becoming taut and hard against his touch. Pulling and pinching them as he grinded slow and easy against her backside, he revved her engine, made the kitty cat purr.
She shuddered at the sudden sound of a wrapper splitting open, stealing her out of her lullaby. He pulled away ever so slightly and she could soon feel the head of his dick bump against the crack of her ass. Hands wrapped around her hips; he made her lean forward as if preparing for a good frisk, forcing her to rest her hands on a desk in front of her.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
‘Somebody to Love’ by Jefferson Airplane now emitted from the speakers, setting the mood as he roughly shoved himself inside her from behind and thrust hard and fast, making everything on that damn desk shake. The smacking of his balls beating her pussy rang in her ears.
“I’m going to make you lose any inhibitions you may have in that head of yours. I’m going to have you doing shit you never imagined!” He rammed his cock deep inside, his fingers pressing into her flesh, so much she was certain she’d be bruised once he turned her loose. Her pussy poured libations, loving the way he handled her and set her on a path of sexual destruction.
Her legs shook when he reached around and stroked her clit, his fingers alternating pressure between soft and rough. “Cum on my dick… cum on it, damn it! Fuck me back! Juicy…” His deep voice echoed and although she started to speak, no sound came out her mouth. She clawed at the desk, her nails scratching the wood as the rain drizzled down from the gaping hole between her legs, stuffed with his pumping, hungry dick, and glazed her inner thighs in hurried trickles of delight.
“Shit!” She hissed between clenched teeth. The maniac yanked her arm, turning her around and making her face him. “Fuck!”
He picked her up with the greatest of ease, forcing her down on his shaft. That all too familiar cocktail of pain and pleasure from his girth and movements made her want to cry in ecstasy. Wrapping her arms around him, wrists crisscrossed behind his neck, she hung like jewelry against him as he marched her across the room. She blinked and turned away when he pulled the curtains open, exposing the back of her to blinding sunlight.
“Now the whole world can see you getting fucked! You like that, huh?!” His eyes grew dark as he jockeyed her hard and fast on his cock, his pace never ceasing.
They were on the 21st floor. She knew any visibility of their illicit affair would be hard to see but then her sensibilities were shattered when he leaned in close, as if reading her mind.
“Binoculars…”
She hated how she grew so much more turned on the worse, nastier and meaner he became. The heat of his mouth latched on to her breasts, his soft, full lips encircling her areolas and making her coo. Burying his head between them, he feverishly sucked and licked her nipples like a madman. She contorted against him as he grunted loudly, the sounds animalistic… a feral brute moving his sword within her, twisting and turning it. His eyes welled with layers of lust and hidden, horrible things cloaked in the blackness of immortality, mysteries she’d yet to uncover. She could feel it all—the coldness of his soul blending with her warmth, the lost little boy within stealing bits of her…
He’s two different people trapped in one body… a modern day Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde…
She’d observed him in the short time she’d known him. He’d be beautifully courteous to staff at the hotel, opening doors for older blue-haired ladies, and being a complete gentleman to tourists taking in the sights. But then, sometimes, he’d get reserved, standing off to the side, cigar in hand. He’d sport a crooked smile on his ruggedly handsome face and a darkness would come over his eyes, turning that smile sinister. Downright wicked.
“Always be prepared for the unexpected. Like meeting a motherfucker like me,” he whispered in her ear.
She craved his blackness like blazing gold, shimmery silk, and divine diamonds. He was an incredible heathen, a source of indignity and yearning. Dragging her nails up and down his back with vigor, she fancied feeling his flesh tearing beneath her rush of violence as she met his intense thrusts. She squelched a scream by biting on her lower lip. Sliding his finger in her ass, he rotated it, keeping an even rhythm. Then he thrust his cock slower, but harder and deeper, inside her dripping pussy.
She hated how her voice broke and poured out. Choppy, short… truncated at the root, then amped and loud, desperate… Shuddering against him, she turned into a geyser, the crack of her ass slick and wet as her pussy poured and leaked all over the place. He’d made a fool of her.
“I’m in deep trouble,” she murmured, not sure he’d heard her.
“Yeah, you are, but lucky for you, I invented trouble, so I control it…”
In a matter of seconds, she found herself screaming when he flung her on the bed like a suitcase prepared to be packed. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later, the condom off and his bare dick slinging from side to side.
She scooted back on the mattress and he got on top of her, hovering above her, his monstrous cock in hand.
“Open your damn mouth. Suck my dick, and you better suck it right.”
She opened her mouth, her heart racing as he jammed his cock closer, bumping the heavy head against her lower lip. He grasped the back of her head, then took a fistful of her hair and drove his fat dick inside her mouth, plunging in short, fast jabs.
“Mmmm!” She moaned, bucking and losing control, stroking her pussy while he fucked her mouth with ruthless abandon. Slurping the muscle that pumped between her lips, she was eager for more of him, thirsting for his special delivery. She rose up on her elbow. Wrapping her hand around his dick, she forced her mouth down on him and back, slurping, li
cking and sliding up and down it. The wetness of her working mouth against his cock created a loud sound, competing with the blaring music. He groaned, deep and guttural as she fed herself from the bounty between his legs, taking him all down nice and easy. Saliva and pre-cum dripped down her chin, and she was unable to stop herself from devouring him whole. Strawberry Alarm Clock’s, ‘Incense and Peppermints’ played as she came, and came hard.
I’ve never cum from sucking someone’s dick!
Eyes pressed closed, he slipped out of her mouth and gently took her into his arms, cradling her as she vibrated, then went limp. He then shifted his body to rest on his back, one leg propped up and arm behind his head, as she finished the job…
Lying between his legs, she slowly licked up and down his shaft. His eyes hooded, looking much like two long dashes in a sentence… His thick black eyebrows bunched and his long, dark eyelashes fluttered as he made jerky motions. Rising up, he grabbed her head and delivered short, fast jabs again, soon gushing in her mouth. She shuddered when she glimpsed the handle of a gun inside the pillow case, but she kept right on, pleasuring him, giving them both what they so desperately needed. Moaning and groaning, he rotated his hips back and forth, his muscles contorting. He smiled ever so slightly at her as she swallowed his essence, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
“Let’s fuck some more in the shower.” Taking her by the hand, he led her into the big, gorgeous gold, gray, and white bathroom. He soon had the water on, giving it a second or two to get hot. She waited while the man meticulously studied various shower gels and shampoos. “Which shower gel do you want? They got some shit called Coconut Hibiscus, and, uh, what’s this?” He peered closer at the bottle. “Lavender Fields… some relaxing shit like that.”
She squelched a giggle and pointed to the lavender fields bottle. They both got inside the glass shower enclosure, him standing behind her like a protective wall.
How can I feel so safe yet so in danger with him at the same time? My nerves are a damn wreck…
Deep Purple’s ‘Hush’ played through the bathroom all-around speakers.
“So, I see this is all older music. You like sixties music, Maximus? You’re an old soul.” She lathered up her hands, facing the shower as it beat against her breasts.
“I like all types of music, but yeah, love a lot of classics from the sixties, and some from the early seventies, too. I wasn’t even born yet, but those tunes resonate with me. My father used to blast this shit all damn day. He and his friends.” His fingers raked gently through her hair, and a soft, cared-for feeling rushed over her, filling her with warmth from the inside out. The big motherfucker who fucked like an enraged monster, talked like a king, and laughed like a hyena was actually washing her hair. He was careful, slow, perfect…
He started to massage her scalp.
“Close your eyes, baby… Don’t want it to sting.”
When he was done, he grabbed the shower nozzle above them and rinsed her hair out. She then heard what sounded like him rubbing lotion between his palms. He began to separate the strands of her hair with his fingers and apply the substance.
“What are you doing?”
“Conditioning your hair.” She smiled and shook her head, accepting this most unorthodox pampering. ‘You Keep Me Hangin’ On’ by Vanilla Fudge started to play in that moment. He pulled away from her, then, in a deep voice full of rusty bike parts, cool dusky days, and the rays of an angry, heated dawn, he said, “Gotta let that set for a minute, so while we wait, I’m going to eat your fat pussy. Spread your legs.”
Before she could form a thought, he moved her a bit to the side and dropped to his knees before her, looking up at her as though she were his personal Goddess. She shivered from the intensity in his eyes as he affectionately stroked her legs. The water rained down on his short dark hair, making it look blacker than black. Slicking a few of the slightly longer strands in the front away from his face, he pierced her with a blazing gaze and flicked his long tongue outward, stroking it in a feathery motion against her clit… torturing her. Water webbed in his lashes as he kept his eye on her, his hands cupping her ass and coaxing her closer to him.
“I just love the way your pussy looks and tastes… Brown and pink folds, like Neapolitan ice cream… One day, when I cum in you, my cream will be the vanilla. You taste like peaches and sea salt… sweet and briny… that’s what you taste like. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.”
He curled his tongue, jetting it into her slit, lapping her juices rinsed quickly away by the flowing water. Running her fingers over his soft, short hair, she closed her eyes and relished the way he was making her body feel. From the bottoms of her feet, to the top of her head, her nerve endings sang… Her clit throbbed as he flicked and sucked. The look in his eyes said, ‘I want to please you.’
Shuddering against him, she crashed into the wall before her, keeping herself steady with one hand against the cold, wet tiles. Crying out, she came hard. He held her to him, still delivering tongue tricks and licks until she was spent, barely able to breathe. She didn’t know when he got to his feet, but he was there…
He rinsed her hair with the same gentle handling as before, his touch so intoxicating and kind. Once he was finished, he inched the clear shower door open and grabbed a fresh condom wrapper from the double sink vanity surface.
“Watch me get ready to fuck you…” He rested his back against the shower wall and pulled the rubber down onto his erect cock. “I’m going to slide in you, nice ’nd slow.”
He picked her up, positioning her just right as she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed the wide head into her, slightly in then out, over and over, driving her crazy for he went so slow, dragging it out…
“Come on, Savage! Let me feel you,” she begged, wanting to feel that beautiful stretch she now craved and loved. He put a bit more of himself inside, and then a little more until he was completely within her sugar walls. Holding onto her back, he moved at a snail’s pace, passion in his eyes. He reached up and removed the shower nozzle once again, this time letting it run down between their bumping bodies. He positioned it just so, and she felt the rushing waters massaging her pussy.
“As I fuck you, jam my dick in and out of your warm hot pocket, the water is licking your clit… and I know you like it. Tell me how much you like it…”
“I love it… feels soooo good.” Her head lulling back, she batted her eyes and everything became blurry and soft.
“I’m gonna make you cum again, baby… I love making you cum because see, each time you do, it makes you all the more addicted to me. I want you strung the fuck out.” He jammed hard and fast inside her, then quickly covered her mouth with his palm, crushing her screams.
“Fuck!” She broke free, the feeling so damn good, loving every broken-souled minute of it.
He grunted loud, his chest heaving, his lips twisted and his brows bunched. Each thrust was rougher than the last. He slammed so hard inside her, he stole her next breath, and the one after that. He pressed her against the wall, and the water rushed over his back and sprinkled her face as he drove himself in jerky, tight jabs, filling the condom with his hot load. His heartbeat competed with her own… both racing away like wild horses. They held onto one another, looking into each other’s eyes. She held him close as she kissed him with all she had in her.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
What that meant, she had no idea, but she could tell he needed to say it.
After they dried off, she dressed in one of his T-shirts and he slid on a pair of boxers. The music was still playing, this time ‘I’d Love to Change the World’ by Ten Years After. The tune made her feel as if she were inside of a time machine, a bubble in life’s mystic past. Her body spent, deliciously tortured and captivated by his touch, she felt chills run down her spine from merely looking at him.
Nothing about this could be good for her. But what could she do? He was in her system like a lovely virus. The compulsion was taking effect…
“Make sure you call me when you get back home.” She couldn’t respond just yet as she rocked her other leg back and forth. He paused and stared at her through a mirror on a wall, appearing a bit vexed. “Did you hear me, Eva?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to see you when I get back there, too. Seems we live only about forty or so minutes away from one another. I checked. That’s good.” She swallowed and nodded, feeling confusion and sadness in the worst way. “I have some business to attend to first though, so you may not hear from me for a few days.” His jaw tightened for a spell as he reached for his pants and slid them on. He was putting on a gorgeous black suit, as if he was headed to a meeting with some big wigs. She stood when he grabbed his tie, and went to help slide the smooth red fabric around his neck and start the knot. He gently pushed her damp hair out of her face and smiled ever so slightly. She did her best to ignore the incessant throbbing between her thighs… the hardness of her nipples and the hunger within her… Not for food, but for more of him.
She gritted her teeth as her hands trembled. Making a loop, fingers stiff, she tightened it some, and then a bit more. He grasped her hands, kissed her knuckles, and winked before turning away, finishing it himself. She stepped back, her body fueled with a sense of betrayal, but he grabbed her arm and kept her close.
“What? I better get going, Savage. I’m just going to call Allison and Kim and have one of them go into my room for me and bring me a change of clothes. Allison has my spare room key,” she said in a rambling tone, her brain in a fog of melancholy and missing him already. She tried to turn her mush into magic, her mess into a miracle, but her mind made a fool of her.