by Becca Taylor
I’m not a small man. Standing at six-foot-three, the gym, running, construction, and years of drumming have kept me in shape. Lexi runs her hands up and down my chest tracing the tattoos covering my body. The sound of her shoes hitting the floor has me looking down. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulls out not one, but three condoms.
“A girl scout always comes prepared.” She holds up three fingers and smiles.
Lexi stands again to unbutton and shimmy out of her jeans, leaving her in just her top, and what can only be called dental floss. Her panties are the tiniest scrap of material I’ve ever seen, nothing more than a little triangle covers her pussy.
Just when I think my dick can’t get any harder, it does. She reaches behind her back, then her neck, and her shirt falls to the floor. I was right … No. Fucking. Bra. Even without touching her, I can tell her tits will fit in my hands perfectly. And I have pretty big hands. Her pink nipples are screaming to be in my mouth.
“Shit, Lex, you are a sight.”
She strips me of my jeans, leaving me in my boxer briefs. The next move is mine. I remove the last piece of clothing on her. The sight of her bare, smooth as silk pussy has me growling. The woman is a goddess.
With her lying on the bed, I kiss my way up her leg until I hit my destination. To give myself better access, I toss her legs over my shoulders. Using my fingers, I spread her lips wide to give me better access for my tongue. I lick her from back to front, making my way to her most sensitive spot. Sucking her clit between my lips, I tease it with my tongue.
"Hunter, that feels good."
The song “Addicted” pops in my head because after one taste, I know I’m addicted to her. Back, forward, circle, suck. I stiffen my tongue, following a pattern to the beat. Her hips start to move, finding their own rhythm against my tongue. With a tight grip, her hands hold my head in place, causing me to groan and making her hips move faster.
"More, Hunter. I need more.”
With one finger, I test her size. She’s slick and feels like satin. As I gently stroke, her walls tighten around my finger.
"You like that? You want more?”
While biting her bottom lip, she nods her head. I add a second finger and begin my exploration to learn what she likes. When her body stills, I know I find that special spot. Only then do I begin adding my mouth again. My tongue circles her clit as my fingers tease deep inside her.
"Hunter, I'm going to come. Now."
Her orgasm explodes on my fingers, and it is the sexiest thing I've seen in my lifetime. Her back arches as she grips the sheets on my bed. The sound coming from her is somewhere between a breath and moan. When her body goes limp, I remove my fingers and suck them dry.
“Lex, you have the sweetest tasting pussy. Dolce come caramelle. I could do this all night.” The Italian words start to flow naturally from me. It’s not a lie when I say she’s as sweet as candy.
She removes her hands from her face. "Just give me a few seconds, and I'll be good to go again. All night?"
Definitely all night. I climb on top of her bringing my lips to hers, sucking on the bottom one. I nip my way down her chin and around her neck to her ear. With a roll of my hips, I look at her. “And day.”
Immediately, she’s already grinding against my erection. Using her feet, she pushes my boxers off. This woman couldn’t get any better if she tried.
I grab a condom off the nightstand, but she takes it from me.
"Let me do it.”
Sitting back on my legs, I give her better access to my rock hard dick.
"I guess I really can call you Big Boy now. Shit, Hunter, you're huge." She runs her hands up and down my shaft, taking in my size. Like the rest of me, my cock is proportional to my body.
When her thumb grazes just under the tip, my head falls back at the slight touch. Not even realizing what she's doing, Lexi keeps rubbing that spot over and over. Or maybe she knows exactly what she’s doing.
"Lex, if you don't stop, you’ll make me come before we get to the good stuff."
She rips the wrapper open, placing it over my erection teasingly. As she lies back, I position myself above her. Those sexy legs of hers wrap around my waist, and I can’t resist running my hands over them. They are the smoothest that I’ve ever touched. She starts grinding her wetness against my cock.
"I have a feeling I’m going to like this ride," she moans.
Gripping my cock tightly, I slide in one inch at a time. She's damn tight. Lexi isn’t having that, though. With her feet, she grips my ass, pulling me in the rest of the way.
"Fuck, Lex." I stay still, not to let her get used to me, but more because I don’t want to explode right then.
"Hunter, I need you to start moving, like now. You’re torturing me."
Slowly, I start moving in and out. I want to take my time and savor her. There’s no word to describe Lexi on my cock. Perfection isn’t even enough.
"Please, Hunter. Harder. I won’t break.”
"You're sure, Lex? Because once I start, I don't think I can stop."
As if she’s begging me, she licks her lips and nods. There’s no way I can deny her. In a matter of hours, she has me wrapped around her finger. In fact, she can have anything she wants. Rising to my knees, I grip her hips and raise them off the bed. My hips rotate: once, twice … the third time pulling out as far as I can then plunge back into her.
"Yes."
With each thrust, the bed moves, scratching against the tile floor.
This woman was put on earth for me. The way her body molds to mine and grips me is like nothing I've ever felt before. It was designed for me alone. My orgasm starts too quickly for my liking. A tingle at the base of my spine gives me my first warning. With each motion, the sensation builds, only this time it’s not concentrated in one area. Fuck, I feel it everywhere. My dick gets harder at the same time my balls start to tighten, but there is no way in hell I’ll get off before her. I use my thumb to rub small circles on her clit. The need for her to come with me is all consuming.
"Hunter. I'm close. Holy shit, keep doing that."
The way she says my name, all breathy and strained, makes me thrust harder. I drive deeper than I ever have in a woman. Just as I am about to explode, she screams. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and that's when I allow myself to let go. Like fucking pyrotechnics, I come harder than I ever have in my life.
"Goddamn, Lex." I fuck her through both our orgasms. As we come off the high, I slow my movements until all the energy drains from my body, and I collapse next to her. She removes the condom and tosses it in the nearby trash. No woman has ever done that shit before. But this is Lexi; she’s not like any woman I have ever known.
"That was the best orgasm ever." She kisses my lips before making her way to the bathroom.
"You need help?" I ask her as she laughs, yelling from the bathroom. She seems to have gotten a burst of energy.
"Nope, but I could use a t-shirt."
I put my briefs on and grab her a Butter My Bread t-shirt. The thing hangs down to her knees, but it’s sexy as hell. She climbs over my body into bed, curling into me.
“Night, Big Boy.”
ONE DELICIOUS WEEKEND, that’s all I got with Lexi and then she was gone. She left me a freaking note by the bed. Thanks for the good time, Big Boy. It was fun. See you around sometime. More than once, I re-read the words just to see if I missed something. There is no way a woman used me. Lexi was the female version of my male friends, and damn, if that didn't fuck with my ego.
I called her a few times and texted her probably more than a man should. She even stopped coming in for lunch. If it weren’t for that note, I would have thought maybe the whole thing was a dream.
She disappeared into hiding, at least from me.
I’m not going to beg, so I have no choice but to give up. If she wants to see me again, she knows where I work. Hell, she knows where I live. Does it hurt? Fuck, yeah. I just keep telling myself that at least I had one night of pure heaven before going bac
k to the nightmare.
While I sit down to eat, my phone rings. It’s Gabby. I stare at the phone, contemplating whether to answer. On the fourth ring, I do but wait for her to talk first.
“Hunter?”
“I’m here.” I can hear her crying in the background, and that is a weakness of mine. I could take it that night, but right now, I can’t. But I’ve never heard her like this. The anger I felt slowly starts to recede.
“Can we talk face to face? Please?”
I know it … I’m going to cave.
“Not tonight. I’m going out with the boys.” Bentley needed to get out. And when your boy calls, you go.
“Tomorrow, then? I can stop by your place in the morning.”
Through the grapevine, she heard where I’m staying. My mom told me she was proud that I bought a house and told my aunt. My aunt is much like her daughter and likes gossip. Insert Melanie. Once Mel knew, I have no doubt in my mind that she told Gabby. It’s not like I’m hiding it.
I know I’m going to kick my own ass for this. Hell, I won’t have to do it because my four best friends are going to do it for me once they find out.
“Come by after breakfast. I’ll text you the address.”
“I’ll be there. And Hunter?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Without another word, I hang up. I don’t want her thinking I’m giving in this easy. I will hear her out, and for some sick reason, I want to know what happened that night. Since I’m not in the mood to eat anymore, I dump my food in the garbage. A good stiff drink is more appealing than food right now. Maybe even a few.
A NIGHT OUT was exactly what I needed. At least, I know I’m not the only one having woman problems. Bentley wound up crashing at my place, but he was gone by the time I woke up. I told him Gabby was coming by, and he didn’t give me grief about it. He just knew he didn’t want to be here when she showed up. Hell, I’m not sure I want to be here.
I throw on a pair of gym shorts and pour myself a strong cup of coffee. Just as I am about to the take my first sip, Gabby knocks on the door. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself before I open the door. I’m not sure how I’ll react to seeing her again, but I’m not prepared for what I see. The normally put-together woman is not the same. Usually, she’s tan, but her skin looks pale. Tears streak her face, and under her eyes are dark circles. Her once curvy body looks too thin, like she’s lost twenty pounds since I saw her last.
“Hi,” she says tentatively.
I open the door all the way to let her in. She looks around, taking in my house.
“You want a coffee?” I ask her.
“Yes. Thank you.”
Cream and three sugars. I make it how she used to take it and bring it to the living room. I put her cup on the table and sit on the recliner. Gabby sits on the couch diagonal from me.
Silence fills the room. I wait for her to talk first, but it seems like she doesn’t know where to start, so I take charge.
“Tell me what happened after I left the party that night.” I talk with a coldness in my voice. I need to know how the ‘mistake’ went down.
Looking just as shy as the night I met her, she holds the cup in her hand like it’s her lifeline. When Gabby relives the night, she doesn’t look up at me. Her focus is inside the coffee cup.
“After you left, I drank way too much. It’s not her fault, but Mel kept handing me shot after shot. A bunch of us were dancing, and this guy …”
“What’s his name, Gabby?” I don’t know why I ask.
She looks up at me for the first time. “Blake.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. My fucking cousin’s boyfriend. Gabby and I moved in together when Mel moved in with him. I never liked the guy. The cocky son of a bitch thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
She continues. “It’s not what you think, though. He was dancing with Melanie, and she told him to dance with me. I think she wanted to make me happy after what happened; I’m not sure. When she went to the bathroom, he pulled me closer and told me how he’d always had a thing for me, and he was only dating Melanie to get closer to me. He was waiting for you to mess up so he could make his move.”
This just keeps getting better by the minute.
“The alcohol was making me dizzy, and I thought maybe I wasn’t hearing him right. That’s when he kissed me.”
“Goddammit, Gabby.”
“I promise, Hunter. I didn’t want him to kiss me, but I couldn’t fight him either. I was too drunk at that point. Melanie came out of the bathroom, and I thought she was going to beat the shit out of Blake, but she just grabbed me, and we left. She called us a cab, and that’s when I went home. To you. But you left before I could tell you what really happened. You left me.”
The weight loss, the sadness, and the dark circles are my fault. Why didn’t I listen to her? I did this to her. The way she looks up at me with her sad eyes, I can’t take it. Guilt sets in. I need to fix her, but she deserves to know the truth about our time apart.
Crouching in front of her, I begin. “I have to tell you what happened while we were apart first, Gabby. You aren’t going to like what I have to say either. You might want to walk right out of here and never talk to me again.”
She looks like she’s going to touch me, but she stops. Instead, she nods her head giving me the go-ahead.
“While we were apart, I was with someone. Just one night, though. It was nothing more than that. I was alone, and …. never mind. It just happened. I’ll just leave it at that.”
A few tears escape her eyes, and I wipe them away. More guilt hits me.
“Who was it?” she asks. Her body is shaking with sobs, making me feel like complete shit.
“You don’t need to know that. It’s not important.”
I stand to give her a minute to think over what I just told her. Gabby looks up at me before standing up in front of me. Raising her hands, she places them on my chest and leans her head on me. “I don’t care, Hunter. I need you back. I miss you.”
Like that, I get sucked back in. As I wrap my arms around her, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. Every time I let a woman in, I get fucked in the end. But it feels good to be needed. It gives me purpose again.
THESE GIRLS AND their parties are going to be the death of me. Either that or they are going to get me into trouble. Three and a half months, that’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen her. I knew it was inevitable. My boys have gravitated to this group of women, and it’s not hard to see why.
Tonight is one of those parties. Aly and Bentley are throwing a beach barbecue get-together. Even though it’s winter, the weather is unseasonably warm in Florida. I ask Gabby if she wants to come, but she has plans with Melanie. We’ve been somewhat back together for a month, and we agreed to take it one day at a time. It’s been … going. She lives in her apartment, and I live in my house. It’s better for us to have our own space, and I wasn’t about to jump all in again right away.
What I’m not expecting is for Lexi to come up to me and lay it all out. Basically, she says we fucked, she’s moved on, and let’s be friends. I didn’t think what she said would cause the slight ache in my chest, but it does. I play it off. No big deal.
The more I watch her throughout the night, the more I think I will cave. It’s like everything she does is to tease me. The tiny as fuck bathing suit. The way she dances seductively with Aly. Then there’s that drinking game she has us play. If I don’t leave, I’ll do something I will regret.
I come home, ready to sleep the whole night off. The sound of a car pulling into my driveway pisses me off, and I’m not in the mood for company. My cousin shows up with Gabby draped in her arms. I don’t care where they went, or what they did. All I care about is that I have to carry her inside because she is completely out of it. When I toss her on the bed, she barely moves.
“What the hell, Mel? How much did she drink, and why the fuck did you bring her here instead of your apartment?” Sin
ce Blake is out of the picture, Mel and Gabby have moved back in together.
“I’m not her keeper, Hunter. You deal with her; she’s your girlfriend. Besides, it’s your fault she got drunk.”
She turns, slamming the front door closed. How is it my fucking fault she drank? I should have checked if she was okay to drive, but I can only deal with one woman at a time. I take off Gabby’s shoes, and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I look to make sure it’s not one of the boys needing a place to crash for the night but number reads unknown. I ignore the call.
As I put the covers over her, Gabby moans. I don’t bother to take off her dress; it will do for sleeping. I head to the kitchen to grab her some water and aspirin. Judging by the way she looks, she’s going to be in for a long night. More like I’ll be in for a long night.
My phone keeps going off as I make my way back to the bedroom. I put everything down on the nightstand. After the caller’s third or fourth attempt, I answer, annoyed. "Hey asshole, it's two in the morning."
"Hunter?" the sexiest voice asks from the other end. I would know it anywhere.
As quickly and quietly as I can, I leave the room and head into the closest room over, the bathroom. I close the door behind me. "Lex, you okay?"
"I'm fine. It’s just … I can't sleep."
My heart is racing for two reasons: one, Lexi called me, and two, Gabby is in the next room. If she wakes up and hears me talking to another woman, all hell will break loose, but there is no way in hell I am hanging up.
"You still there?" she asks me.
"Yeah, I'm here." I close the lid on the toilet and sit down, wishing I was in the living room instead. It's my fucking house, and I'm hiding. I run my hands over my freshly shaved head, wishing something was there. "What's going on, Lex? Aren't you still at Aly's house?"
"Yes. She's asleep, though. Why are you whispering? Are you alone?"
I want to lie and tell her yes, but I can't. "No."
"Oh, I'll let you go then."
"No." Fuck. I don't want her to hang up. It’s been so long since she talked to me, and I want to keep it that way.