by Becca Taylor
In even strokes, I work my hand up and down my shaft, but it’s her mouth I imagine, sucking me down her throat. She grips me tightly in one hand, while her tongue explores the Prince Albert. Her cheeks hollow as she begins to suck me harder than anyone ever has. As her head bobs up and down my shaft, she moves faster each time. I lose it the second I remember the way she said my name in that breathy voice. Fuck.
Just thinking about her has me coming harder than I have for the first time in months. Dammit. I need to have her again. No, I will have her again. One time wasn’t enough.
I make my way to the bathroom to clean up. My bed is calling me. Sleep is what I need to get my mind off Lexi, but my phone beeps on my nightstand. I look over to see the message appear.
Shit.
Lexi: Hope you had fun tonight. Maybe next time you could save me a dance. Sweet dreams, Big Boy.
Fucking hell. The girl wants to torment me. Hell, I want to torture her right back. The good thing about her sending me a text is that it means she’s not with him. Game on, Lexi.
NOT LONG AFTER Hunter leaves the club, I head home too. The mood to dance is gone. Tyler says he’s had his fun for the night and takes Jade and me home.
“You sure you’re okay, Lexi? You’ve been quiet the whole ride,” Tyler asks as he nudges my arm. I’ve been staring into space the whole ride.
“I’m good, Ty. Just tired. I’ll call you.” I kiss him good night on the cheek.
The first thing to go, when I walk inside, is my heels. They were not made for dancing all night, but they are hot. I strip and put on my favorite sleep shirt that isn’t even mine. It’s a souvenir from my night with Hunter. It’s ridiculously large, but it smelled like him. That familiar scent is long gone now, but I got a trace of it tonight.
I climb into bed with Hunter never leaving my thoughts. Mostly, I wonder if he went home with her. If he did … hell, I don’t want to think about the what-ifs.
The thought of texting him happens as I plug my phone in the charger. Multiple times, I write and erase the same text before I actually hit send. Thirty minutes go by before I get a response.
Hunter: You still awake?
Not wanting to seem anxious, I wait a minute before responding.
Me: You can’t sleep either?
Hunter: Nope.
Me: Too much partying?
Hunter: Nope.
One-word answers aren’t giving away anything. I want to ask what he did when he left, but it’s not my business. Hunter interrupts my thoughts with another text.
Hunter: You alone?
I think about how I should reply. What I should respond with is a simple yes, but I have questions of my own.
Me: Yes. I’m guessing you are too.
No response. Waiting for an answer is killing me. I’m getting nothing. Not a yes or a no. It seems like hours go by before the message lights up again.
Hunter: Yes, but I would rather have someone here with me.
My body heats up, aroused at the thought of being there with him.
Me: What would you be doing with that someone?
Hunter: Definitely not sleep.
Me: I want to know exactly what.
I touch my breasts over the t-shirt. Going months with no sex is not normal for me. I desperately need relief. “Fingers” by Pink comes to mind while I’m waiting for him to type his answer when the phone rings. Shit. Hunter’s name lights up. I debate whether to answer it, and on the third ring, I give in.
“Lex?” His voice has this sexy, gravelly tone to it. My ears perk up at the way he says my name. The sensation travels throughout my body. I manage to reply with his name.
“Hunter.”
“What are we playing at here?” he asks in a quiet tone.
“That’s all we’re doing, Hunter. Playing. And I’m in the mood to play.”
“Why me? Why not Tyler? You were out with him tonight.”
“You were out with someone too, yet you went home alone. Like me. Are you going to tell me what you would be doing with that someone if you weren’t alone?” I don’t want this to turn into a serious conversation.
“Fucking hell. Are you still dressed like you were tonight?” I can hear his breath through the phone as he debates whether to play my game or not.
I remove his t-shirt from my body and put on my headphones. It makes me feel like he’s talking in my ear and not through the damn phone. “Not anymore.”
“Tell me,” he demands.
“Up until a few seconds ago, I was wearing a t-shirt. Now, just a lace thong.” I almost slip and tell him I was wearing his shirt.
“Send me a picture.”
“No.” I chuckle.
“Yes. Show me yours. I’ll show you mine.”
Dammit. He’s the only man I will give in to. His tone, his words have power over me. Somehow, I manage a front and back photo of myself, but I keep my face and breasts out of it. I send it to him. The message I get back is a picture of him lying in bed. He’s dressed in sweats and no shirt. At first, I think I’m getting the raw end of the deal, but then I notice it. He’s rock hard under those sweats. Sweet Jesus.
“Fuck, Lex. Your body is something else. You wet?”
My fingers drift downward, testing how wet I am. I’m drenched. “Yes, very. Tell me. I want to know what you would do if I was there.”
He stalls a moment. “First, I’d spank that ass for walking out on me that night. Then I’d flip you on your back, peel away your sexy-as-fuck panties, and put them in my nightstand drawer. Since you took my shirt, I’m keeping them as a souvenir. I’d take my time with each one of your tits, sucking and biting each of your pink nipples into peaks until you beg me for more.”
If I were there, I’d be begging on my hands and knees. I moan as I grab my breasts. I hear his breath falter, but he goes on. “Using my tongue, I would travel down your body until I am right where I want to be: between your thighs, inhaling your sweet scent. My tongue would brush against your wet lips because I need one little taste. I’ll never forget your taste.”
My fingers begin mimicking his words, moving through my slick lips. “I’d slide one finger into your wet pussy. Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.” I softly moan.
“I’d move my fingers in and out of you, bringing you close to the edge and driving you insane. Your body moves uncontrollably at my touch. You’re getting close. I can hear it.”
Hell, I’m so close to coming.
“I add my tongue, and it drives you over the edge.”
The orgasm I’ve needed comes hard. I want to scream out, but all I manage is, “Hunter.” I say it so softly; I don’t think he even heard me.
“Good night, Lex.” The line goes dead. He hangs up, ending our hot night.
Well, hell. He just gave me a taste of my own medicine. At least, I got off on it.
THE LUNCH CROWD today seemed like it would never end. As the days get hotter, Butter My Bread gets busier. When I finally have time to look up from the grill, Candi is walking in and coming to the counter. She gives me a sweet hello wave then points at a table to let me know she'll be having lunch here. It’s almost my break time, and I debate on being honest with her now or talking to her later. Things aren’t going to move forward with us. I can’t continue to lead her on if I’m constantly thinking about another woman. While I'm cooking her lunch, I hear Caleb start talking to another customer that walks in.
"Hey, Lexi. Want your usual?" he asks her.
"I think I'm in the mood for something different today."
I haven't talked to her since that little phone conversation. Little is not the right word. Hot, sexy, or even erotic would be better word choices. If it weren’t for the picture on my phone, I would say that the Jack I drank caused me to hallucinate. Twice that night, my hand got all the action. My thoughts turn from cooking to bringing her to the office where we could have a live reenactment of that phone conversation.
"Dude, you’re burning the food."
Josh brings me back to the now.
"Shit."
He’s right. Smoke is coming from the grill, and I will have to start over. I’m burning Candi’s lunch because Lexi is distracting me. I've never burned anything. Ever. Caleb asks me if I heard Lexi's order. I didn't.
"Sorry, Lex. What did you want?"
"Pulled pork and one of your special pickles. A big, juicy one, please." She smiles and licks her lips.
Fuck. I cook her food and wrap it up to go. She takes me by surprise when she says she is staying to eat. Not only that, but she takes her food and heads straight for Candi's table. They sit there talking for almost twenty minutes. Not just talking either, they are in full-blown hysterics.
Bentley laughs. "Interesting. Time for me to grab the popcorn this time."
"Fuck you. I'm going on break."
Josh is fine on his own. The lunch rush is ending, and I need to get over there to see what the fuck they are laughing about. Casually, I flip the chair backward and sit between the two of them. "Ladies. You two seem to be having fun."
Candi talks first. "Lexi and I were just talking about how you two know each other. Then she was telling me something funny that happened at the club. This girl was in the bathroom ... Never mind, it might break a girl code."
They high-five, and I'm dumbstruck. What the hell is going on? Lexi is acting like the other night didn't take place, but then again, I am too.
"Well, guys, I need to head out. I’m meeting a client in twenty minutes. Nice talking to you, Candi. Oh, and Hunter, you have the best pickle in town." She bends down to kiss my cheek, whispering in my ear, "Thanks for the call the other night, we should do it again." With total confidence, she turns and walks out the door.
My eyes follow her every move. The natural sway of her hips, her tanned and toned legs, and her red hair in that ponytail. I want to grab it and pull her mouth to mine. Lexi, on the other hand, never looks back.
"I’d better go too. My lunch is long over. I like her, Hunter. You should go for it. Call me if you two don't work or if you ever get lonely. I'll be around." With a shocked look on my face, I watch Candi as she talks. She stands, kisses my other cheek, and leaves. The way she walks is different; hell, everything about Candi is different. Sweet versus Lexi’s spice. A thought crosses my mind that maybe I crave both spicy and sweet. I drink half my bottle of water in one gulp as I continue to stare at the door.
“Hunter.” I look up at Josh calling my name. “Do you plan to work today? Get off your ass and help me clean the fucking grill.”
The deli went from a few customers to empty while I sat here, for God knows how long, thinking about my next move. Great start to my single life. Bentley is leaning against the counter as I walk by.
“How’d that go?” he asks with a cocky smile.
“Keep smiling, asshole. You may be my boss, but I can still kick your ass.”
He holds his hands up in defense. “This is why I am glad I’m done with the whole dating scene. Good luck with that. This looks like it’s going to be fun to watch.”
Ignoring him as I walk back to the grill, I just need to focus on doing my job. One hour and I’m out of here. Josh is there to relieve me of my cooking duties. I put on my headphones and get to work.
As I get ready to leave, Josh reminds me, “Don’t forget you have that gig tomorrow. I’ll be at your place early to load the gear.”
He’s our unofficial manager, and he’s great at finding new charity events for us to play at. I don’t need reminder for this one. It’s our monthly gig at Chris’ bar. “I won’t forget.”
“Well, you seem mighty distracted.” He doesn’t even hide the smirk on his face.
“Fuck you. I’ll see you tomorrow at five.”
THE FOUR OF US—Kat, Aly, Jade, and myself—are crammed in Aly’s bathroom getting ready for tonight. While Kat and Aly are finishing their makeup, Jade puts the finishing touches on my hair; we look like an assembly line. She styled it into a Mohawk type braid that completes the edgy look I’m going for. It’s sexy, fun, and flirty. And I plan to do a lot of flirting.
After everyone else is satisfied with their looks, we head to the kitchen for a toast or three. The cab isn’t picking us up for a while, which gives us plenty of time to gossip. In that time, I hear more than I should about Aly and Kat’s sex life. It also makes me slightly jealous. It has been too long since I felt a man’s touch. I’m craving the feeling of strong hands roaming my body, that tingly feeling your lips get after someone kisses you so deeply, and the sensation of skin on skin. In other words, I really need to get laid.
I make sure I have everything I need for the night before I slip it all into the pocket in my boots. When I go to put my phone in, I feel the need to send a text before we leave. My fingers, this time, don’t hesitate before hitting send.
Me: See you soon, Big Boy. Can’t wait to see you in action on stage.
We pile into the cab, heading out to the bar. A song comes on the stereo Kat likes; she begs the driver to turn it up by giving him puppy dog eyes and the pout that she’s mastered brilliantly. The four of us start dancing to the sound of Robin Thicke in our seats. The driver laughs as he glances at us through the mirror. That’s when I feel the vibration of my phone against my leg. While everyone is preoccupied, I read the message.
Hunter: Looking forward to it, La Dolcezza.
I have no idea what that means, but I like the sound of it.
My heart is racing when we pull up to the bar. Slither has played here a few times. Apparently, they pull in a good crowd for the owner, Chris. Kat bragged about it earlier. Their best night was the night Kat sang with them to win back Caleb. I hope to see her up on stage with them tonight since I missed that night.
When we walk inside, the guys are all sitting around the bar. My eyes are only on one person: Hunter. Kat and Aly go take the requisite girlfriend spot under their guys’ arms.
“Hey, baby,” Caleb says to Kat. “You ladies look … wow. Just wow.”
Bentley kisses Aly like he hasn’t seen her in weeks when it’s only been a few hours. There’s that feeling again. Jealousy, envy, and the need to get laid. Jade walks the other end of the bar where Jeremy and Josh are sitting. Jeremy is the last member of Slither. Josh, from what I gather, is more like the manager.
I pass Hunter and greet each of the guys with a kiss on the cheek. Casually, I lean against the bar close to where he is sitting. Like a sixth sense, I can tell that he is eyeing me up and down. And I do it right back. He’s dressed in a dark tank top that fits snugly against his chest and well-worn jeans. I feel that same tingling sensation I always get when I’m around him.
I lean in close to his ear. “Hey, Hunter.” The same as I did to the other guys, I kiss his cheek hello.
“You want something to drink, Lex?” he asks me after he drains his bottle.
“I’ll have a sex on the beach and get him another beer,” I tell the bartender, but my eyes stay trained on Hunter. Our drinks appear on the counter, and I hand the guy behind it a hundred, telling him to put it on my tab.
“Thanks for this and coming tonight.” He bumps his shoulder against mine like a friend would do.
“I’ve always wanted to see you guys play, but something’s always been in the way.” That someone was Gabriella.
“That won’t happen again.” He puts his arm around my back, pulling me close. His warm breath hits my neck. “We need to talk after the show. I need to go play now, though, La Dolcezza.” He says it with an Italian accent, and it sounds incredibly sexy. I bite my lip to keep from grabbing him. Yes. God, yes, he kisses my temple and heads up on the stage. It’s bad enough he has me completely turned on and ready to pounce with just that little touch of his lips, but watching him on stage just about does me in. I am seconds away from running up on the stage and taking him right there. Instead, I dance with my girls, while we drool over the men in front of us.
FOR THE FIRST time in my life, I get a little nervous about a show
. All because of a text from Lexi saying she’d see me tonight. She’s never seen us play a real show, and I want to impress her. More than that, I want her to enjoy watching us. When she walks in the bar, I feel my heart rate speed up. She is dressed for a night out and looks delectable. Her short, tight black dress looks like someone took scissors to it and cut out openings along her ribcage. She pulled her red hair away from her face and tossed over her shoulder in some sort of twist. The killer is her boots. They are sexy as hell. All I can picture is that hair wrapped around my fist while I fuck her wearing only those boots.
Usually, when I play, I focus on my boys, watching their cues for songs. Tonight, my eyes are on the redhead in front of the stage. The way her tits bounce when she jumps to the beat of the song and the motion of her hips swaying seductively to the music has me in a trance. For the first time in my life, I feel relieved when we finish playing for the night.
After we break everything down, we head to where the girls are. Jeremy is the only one who doesn’t stick around since his girl is waiting. Lexi has a drink in one hand, and in the other, she holds a beer out for me.
“I thought you might need this.”
“You have no idea,” I say as I tilt my bottle to hers in cheers. Before she can move away, I pull her close to my body. She’s like a magnet. The need for her is too much. Even in those high heel boots, her head tucks perfectly under my chin.
She tilts to look up at me. “Won’t your girlfriend have a problem with this?”
I smile at the disgusted way she says the word girlfriend.
“What girlfriend?”
“Candi.”
I whisper in her ear, “There is no girlfriend.”
I hear her breath hitch when I tell her this.
“But we still need talk later, Lex. Your place?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
While the girls all make their way to the jukebox to pick out some music, Bentley is the first to question me. “Looks like you and Lexi are getting cozy. Are you two ready to take it to the next level?”