Coded Love (A BWWM Romantic Suspense)

by Tiana Cole

  “No problem. Low-key is fine with me.”

  “Alright, then. Maybe you can spare a few minutes and take a shower before going back to work. Your therapist will be here soon.”

  “Would you like to come with me as I take a shower? I am suddenly feeling a bit dizzy.”

  I looked at him with concern until I saw the twinkle in those mischievous eyes.

  “Huh! You wish. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I replied coquettishly.

  The image came back to me when he flashed me at the hospital. It was a disconcerting feeling. I knew I wanted to see more, touch him too. But I brushed the thought aside as he walked away.

  I wondered how in heaven’s name I was going to keep brushing him off and treating everything he said as a joke. He was such a tease, and I was only human after all. This arrangement was going to test my grit and I had a sinking feeling I wasn’t always going to win.

  Chapter 14 (Gareth)

  I was glad she decided on low-key. I wasn’t in the mood to go to some fancy club and have someone see us. It wasn’t because I was ashamed to be seen with her.

  The pesky paparazzi worried me more than anything. They were everywhere. I just wanted her to myself away from prying eyes.

  I was really glad she showed up. I wasn’t sure she would. It was a risk I took and it cost me a pretty penny. Twenty-five million dollars to be exact, donated to Mary Johnston Hospital for the children’s hospice.

  Steve was aghast, of course. But I said it was my money after all and he had no business in the matter. He wouldn’t understand anyway.

  How could he? I didn’t understand it myself. I was in a highly agitated state. There was a fire burning inside of me that triggered an erection that refused to subside, leaving me feeling weak and frustrated.

  Running didn’t help. I had constant visions of Sienna naked and docile in my arms. I racked my brain, searching for ways to get to her. I knew as long as I was a patient at the hospital that was how she would think of me. When Director Newell mentioned the hospice, I knew I had my ace. There was no way she would deny the hospital what it had needed for a long time.

  Sienna was right. I made it difficult for her to say no. The money wasn’t important. I would earn as much, even more, for my next endorsement. Besides, it gave me a strange sense of fulfillment. Like I did something good for mankind. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, I appeased my conscience.

  If only she knew the reason…how much I wanted to fuck her. I chuckled. This had to be the most expensive fuck ever. The thought was giving me another hard-on. I concentrated on what she was saying even as I was imagining her already naked.

  “I didn’t know you knew of places like this.”

  ‘Places like this’ meant a hole-in-the-wall steakhouse just outside of town. I smiled. She was much too considerate to call it a dump.

  “They serve the most tender barbecue ribs this side of the earth. The greens for the salad are grown at the back, and the mash potatoes are moist and creamy. The owner is a friend of mine.”

  Her eyes grew wide in surprise. Probably thought I only ran with the A-list crowd.

  When our order arrived I was rewarded by the look of approval when she sunk her teeth into the tender meat.

  “It goes well with beer…but you don’t have to.” I wasn’t sure whether she drank beer or not. I remembered her confession about getting wasted with her friends. I didn’t want her zonking out on me. Not tonight. I was ashamed at my own cunning and devious thoughts. I wanted her tipsy, not hammered out of her head.

  “Beer is fine,” she agreed…to my relief.

  The place was slowly filling up and I was glad Philippe, the owner, gave us a table that afforded a little privacy. We had a good view of the room from the little corner where we sat. I took a sip from my beer mug.

  “Don’t overdo it, please,” she said. “You are taking medications. I know it’s just beer. Still…”

  I nodded and then looked at her earnestly.

  “I have a favor to ask from you,” I said as she looked back at me. She really had strikingly expressive eyes, and right now my cock was telling me so.

  “I don’t want you to treat me like a patient, Sienna.”

  She smiled as a questioning furrow marred her brows.

  “And how do you want me to treat you?”

  “Like an ordinary man out on a date with a gorgeous woman.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  Alarm bells rang in my ear. She was throwing all my well-laid plans out the window. Then she grinned with mischief.

  “Kidding! Okay I can do that. But just so you know…there is nothing ordinary about you, Gareth Westbrook.”

  I laughed. My chances of getting her in the sack just leveled up a few notches. I was thinking of a good comeback when she spotted movement near an improvised stage and exclaimed, “Oh…there’s a band.”

  “I forgot to mention,” I replied catching a glimpse of the band members, “two of Philippe’s sons are in the band and they perform here. One is a great sax player while the other one plays the guitar. But you might not be into their music. They play songs from the sixties and seventies…mostly Motown sound.”

  I deliberately omitted to tell her the horn instruments, especially the saxophone, was music I listened to when having sex. Sex and saxophone combination was like silk and satin. It was all I had in my playlist.

  “Are you kidding? I love Motown. I grew up on their music. My dad got me into it and I was hooked. Smokey Robinson , Jackson 5, Stevie Wonder, The Temptations, The Four Tops, Diana Ross and the Supremes, Gladys Knight and the Pips, Marvin Gaye and Tammy Turrell. I love them all.”

  “That’s great. You’re going to love this band, then,” I replied, giving her a thumbs-up. I knew they were really good.

  Sienna sat enrapt, listening to the band play soulful music which they interspersed with pop, blues, and jazz. But it was when the sax was on that she really came alive. She would close her eyes and lift her face up with a smile as she swayed in her chair, lost to the sexy strain of the instrument. Then she would open them and glance in my direction. It was electric.

  Some of the younger couples took to the dance floor. It was time for me to make my move as I touched her arm. She turned towards me with a questioning look.

  “I’d like to dance with you.” I indicated my intention by holding my hand out to her. A slight anxiety crossed her face, and then she rose from her chair with a wary coolness.

  I took her hand as we walked slowly to the dance floor. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

  I was feeling high with expectation at the thought of holding her. It was so unlike the blasé and experienced guy I considered myself.

  It was an intoxicating feeling as I pulled her close, her right hand tight against the fingers of my left hand as my right arm snaked around her waist.

  She placed her left hand on my shoulder and rested her cheek against my chest. The smell of her hair wafted up my nostrils, increasing the lust that I have been holding back since the day I first met her.

  “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you afraid of me, Sienna?” I whispered down to her ear.

  “No, not afraid…just wary of you, I guess.”

  “Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to. That’s a promise.”

  She raised her head, her eyes and lips inches away from mine. I wanted to possess her mouth but I just made a promise. Her eyes spoke volumes even as her lips stayed quiet.

  I knew the wheels were turning inside her head. She arrived at some kind of decision because she pulled the hand that was in mine and raised it to my shoulder. She then locked both hands against my nape and pulled closer.

  I smiled.

  The sexy strains of the saxophone took hold of both of us. Electricity flowed between the tight spaces of our bodies as we began to sway and move slowly, lost in the moment of physical connection.

  A heat burned deep within me as I felt her shiver slightly. I felt
her thighs between my legs, her crotch bumping lightly against the bulge between my legs. I pulled her even closer as our hips began a slow languorous movement.

  I heard her sigh. She pushed her thigh against my cock, brushing against it slightly before she raised her eyes up to mine.

  I leaned down closer to her face, our lips barely touching, her mouth quivering ever so slightly, our eyes locked in unspoken agreement. Her eyes never faltered. It was then I knew she was mine for the taking.

  I allowed my hand to move gently up and down her back, my fingers wrapping against the soft curves of her waist. My thumbs reached out and brushed against her breasts, a caress that made her breath whistle against her lips.

  As the music played on, our bodies swayed in unison. She followed my lead perfectly, her hips rotating against my hip, her breast crunched tightly against my chest.

  The intoxicating aroma of lust pervaded both our senses as we surrendered to the inescapable certainty that we would make love tonight.

  The thought made my knees weak as my cock grew even harder. The music ended. Reluctantly I let go from the tight embrace as we slowly separated.

  I threw some bills onto the table and made a beeline for the door. Her hand was tightly clasped in mine as we headed for the car. Not a word was spoken between us as the starry sky lit the darkness outside. The path was clear for the fire that was consuming us both, a fire that would only be doused by the merging of bodies and answering the primeval call of nature.

  Chapter 15 ( Sienna )

  Sexy music was playing somewhere inside the room. Hidden speakers maybe. I didn’t know and didn’t really care. Gareth’s breath was like a hot poker ravishing my skin as his smooth tongue followed the curve from my ear to the side of my neck and down my shoulder. His hands caressed my back before it made a detour to my breast which he cupped in both palms.

  My nipples strained hard against the fabric of my bra, screaming to be set free, yearning for the touch of his fingers. A cry of pleasure escaped my lips as I threw my head back feeling his lips as they descended down the base of my neck.

  “Undress me,” he growled roughly as I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His jeans were the next to go as my feverish hands grappled clumsily with the zipper.

  The bulge of his cock strained against his boxers. My hands travelled down the rough mat of chest hair until I reached the silky softness of his happy trail. I pulled the garter of his boxers and grasped the rearing monster within.

  I wanted to go down on my knees and suck his cock but he stopped me and pushed me slightly away from him.

  “My turn, Sienna,” he whispered roughly as he unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time. He slid it off my shoulder where it joined the heap on the floor.

  He went down on his knees and opened the zipper of my pants, which he pulled down together with my panties. I felt embarrassed for the sopping wetness between my legs.

  “You smell heavenly,” he said as he burrowed his face between the triangular patch of my pubic hair.

  “Spread your legs wider.” I followed like the mindless robot that I had become.

  His nose travelled up the patch of my pubes, tasting me, smelling as he went along, until his tongue burrowed inside my belly button.

  I never expected the shock to travel back to my wet pussy. I felt his palms caressing the back of my legs, moving up my thighs, and rested against my ass, which he cupped in his hand before squeezing tightly.

  The feeling of power and dominance enveloped my whole body. I owned him tonight and his elated reception about everything he touched and tasted gave me a sense of confidence about my own body. I knew he would pleasure me like no man had ever done before.

  I felt his fingertips reach between my legs as he spread them even wider. Beyond the desire that had gotten hold of me, I saw as he spread the lips of my pussy and stuck his tongue into my sweet spot.

  I groaned with pleasure as his tongue began to stroke my protruding clit. I grabbed hold of his shoulder to steady my quivering legs. I wanted him to take me to bed.

  I needed a firm hold for my back. The shakes had travelled all the way to the ends of my hair. But I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. Hot and cold flashes travelled up and down my entire being. Even my soul felt like it was on fire.

  I could feel my juices flowing as he assaulted my sensitive clit. A sense of heaviness filled my vagina and I realized he was finger fucking me. The sensation of his tongue sucking my clit and his fingers going in and out of my hole was mind blowing.

  “You want my cock inside you?”

  “Yes,” I wheezed in response.

  “You have to show me how much you want me,” he teased.

  “Ohhh, I want you so bad,” I replied, moaning in pleasure.

  “Not yet. There is so much more I want to do to you.”

  The denial simply fanned the flames of my lust. He released me, stood quickly before reaching out and expertly unfastening my bra from behind. He shrugged off his boxers and we were both as naked as the day we were born.

  My eyes feasted on his cock as it reared like a snake that had been rudely awakened from a deep sleep. A vein running along his enormous shaft throbbed. He pulled me towards the bed and positioned a pillow behind my head. And then he lay by my side, his eyes never leaving my face.

  He reached out with his fingers and followed the contour of my forehead down to my nose before his fingers followed the outline of my lips. I could smell the salty-sweet aroma of my pussy in his fingertips.

  “Suck my finger and be familiar with how you taste. It drives me out of my mind. There is nothing like it in the world.”

  His words brought a searing heat as I opened my lips and sucked as he asked me to. He began kissing and sucking my nipples as I controlled the urge to bite hard on his fingers. He then removed it from my mouth and brought it down to my clit.

  The stickiness of my saliva and the slickness of my own juices made his finger slide smoothly across my clit. He gradually increased the pressure of his mouth sucking on my nipples and his fingers flicking on my clit. I felt my body surge upward as I yearned for more contact.

  I was in a haze of heat and yearning. I didn’t even notice as he rose and was suddenly between my legs, which he parted open.

  “I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he said hoarsely as I felt him part the lips of my vagina and play with my sweet spot using the tip of his tongue.

  “Gareth, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I panted as cold heat licked me from the tip of my toes to the ends of my hair.

  “Not yet,” he replied in a guttural voice.

  He was teasing me with relentless intent, alternately sucking my clitoris and painting the walls of my pussy with his tongue. He inserted his index finger inside my pussy, rotating it as he entered deep inside me.

  It only made me want his cock more than ever. He then removed his finger as I felt him explore the space just between my pussy and my asshole. Instinctively I knew where he was headed next.

  “Relax, baby, relax,” he commanded me as I felt his finger enter my ass. The sensation was indescribable. I was twisting and humping upwards, clinging to my last reserves of restraint not to orgasm. I wanted his cock inside me.

  “I’m so close, I’m so close…” I moaned softly.

  I decided to take matters into my own hands. I pushed him away from me as I sat up and grasped his cock. I began sliding my hand up and down his engorged cock, delighting in the moist dew that had formed at the tip. I used it to lubricate my hand as I saw his face crunch up in pure pleasure.

  I wanted to give him back the pleasure that he had given me as I opened my lips to and took his cock into my mouth. Gareth threw back his head as a guttural sound emanated from his lips.

  I bobbed slowly up and down his shaft as I controlled my breathing to accommodate all of him. As his cock hit the back of my throat, I released him slowly as I bobbed my way up to the engorged head.

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nbsp; And then I increased the tightness of my lips around his shaft as I travelled the same path down, my tongue twisting and rubbing slightly against the velvety skin.

  I controlled the rhythm of my movement, slow and easy as I released him, hard and firm when going down until he reached the walls of my throat. After a couple of minutes he was thrashing in bed like he was on fire. I knew then that my timing was perfect.

  “Not yet…not yet,” I heard him mutter, and I knew he was saying it to himself to stop him from reaching his own orgasm.

  He withdrew himself gently from my grasping mouth as he turned me over on the bed with my face resting on the pillow. He slotted his arm between my waist and the bed and drew me up until I was on all fours.

  I felt his fingers caressing the skin on my back as he explored the curves of my waist from behind. Then I felt his cock resting between the cheeks of my buttocks sliding over my asshole and into my pussy.

  He was pushing against me but did not penetrate me, merely teasing me with the hardness of his cock. He pushed me down into the bed until the upper part of my body was supported with just my elbow.

  Then he reached forward and under me with his hand, brushing my crotch and parting the lips of my pussy before his finger perched on my clit once again. He stroked and flicked and stroked me again and again as I felt the heat climb the apex of my being.

  He entered my pussy from behind as I pushed my hips backward to meet him. He increased the pressure of his finger on my clit bringing me higher and higher. I heaved backward as he humped me from behind, meeting his every thrust, wanting all of him inside me. My hips were thrust upwards and up to him as the walls of my pussy clenched his cock with every thrust he made.

  I knew I was almost at the top, and judging by the grunts he was making, I was certain he was almost there with me. As his thrusts became more intense, I held my own body firmly against the bed.

  A primordial scream burst forth from his mouth as I felt the warm flow of his cum inside me. He slammed again and again against the back of my thighs and I knew there was nowhere else for me except to surrender to the abyss that was calling out my name.