by cross, kali
Someone has replaced the two-person table with a regular dining room table and chairs. A bunch of people are sitting around the table playing beer pong. Some are on our beds talking and listening to the music while others are congregating in the kitchenette. Sally leads me to an open seat, and pours me a stiff whiskey. She introduces me to the group around the table. “This is Kat, Darren. You know Lily, and Bobby. You know Karen. Everyone, this is Amber.” She shouts over the music, squeezing my arm.
Great, Lily’s here already…the Ice Princess gives me her typical arctic stare grunting, “hello” and proceeds to ignore me whenever possible, speaking only when she has to – what a fucking bitch. Everyone else offers a friendly “hi” or “hey.”
Sally looks beautiful. In fact, she looks fucking hot. She is wearing this tiny white mini skirt and a tight, white t-shirt that shows off her tan abs. She has this cool gold Egyptian necklace on, flat and round and all one piece. Her hair is loose, cascading down her back and threatening to graze her ass.
Kat and Darren are nice. They are the typical All-American couple, blond hair, blue eyes, striking smiles, and athletic builds….and totally into each other. They’re friendly and having fun getting wasted and macking on each other every once in a while.
Now, Bobby? He’s shorter than Sally, like five eight or five nine. He has a good build, lean, like a runner. His hair is black and his eyes match….pools of dark chocolate. He is definitely cute. He’s kinda got a Latin, Rico Suave-thing going on. When I catch him staring at me, his face shows no emotion. No hint of like or dislike, nothing, completely impassive. Weird. Gorgeous…but weird.
“So, Amber, where are you from?” Kat asks. Aiming the ball and bouncing it seamlessly into the red solo cup.
“I’m from Chicago. How about you and Darren?”
“Oh, we’re both from LA. I’ve been here for a couple of years. I’m set to graduate next year and it’s off to UC-Davis to finish my degree in veterinary medicine. Darren is off to med school in the fall. He’s going to UCLA medical school.”
“Sweet.” I bounce and miss, as everyone shouts “Drink!”
Taking a swig of my whiskey, I ask, “Bobby, where are you from?” Mostly it’s to be polite. Why does he look so familiar?
“Laredo, Texas,” he says, as his ball sails into the cup without touching even the rim.
Lily shoots and misses completely. Everyone yells “Drink!” as she takes the tiniest sip of her drink. The ball bounces off the table and over to our beds. Her eyes narrow, focusing on me as she patiently waits. With a smirk I usually reserve for my mother, I wait as well.
“O-ka-y,” Sally says as she jumps up to retrieve the ping pong ball.
Sally hands the ball to Karen. Karen eyes the cup, pushing up her glasses and practices lining up her ball to make it in the cup.
“Seriously Karen?” Darren laughs. “You never make it. I don’t know how they do it down there on the farm but in LA we try to get the ball in the cup.”
“Yeah, two years we’ve been playing beer pong and I can count the number of times you’ve made it in.” Kat laughs. “Girl, give it up.”
“I don’t give up. I’m going to get that stupid, GD ball in there. I have to focus that’s all. If all of you would give me a minute, I could concentrate,” she grumbles. Finally releasing the ball, it bounces off the rim and off the table. “So close!”
Kat and Darren laugh, giving her props for not giving up and speculating that hell will freeze over before she gets the ball in the cup.
As the night wares on, people begin to leave, choosing to pass out in their own beds. Kat and Darren disappear into the bathroom and come back after about a half hour looking very, very happy. We drink and dance ourselves silly. After a while, it’s only the seven of us still sitting around the table.
My phone beeps. Pulling my phone out, I check the display.
On my way…can’t get you off my mind.
I can still feel that scrumptious ass in my hands.
Be there in 30.
“Ok, everybody get out.” I gesture for everyone to stand, saying, “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Everybody up. Up.” My delighted smile is immovable from my lips. I refrain from doing a booty wiggle and instead concentrate on herding the cats out the door.
Everyone says their goodbyes, some with quizzical stares, but they all gather their stuff, and file out.
Turning to Sally, my eyes are deadly serious as I say, “Ok, my turn. I need the room.” I stand, arms crossed.
Giggling she grabs her stuff. Turning, she dances to the door, texting as she goes, doing a cha-cha while singing. “Amber’s gettin’ la-aid. Yes, she i-is. Amber’s gettin’ la-aid. Yes, she i-is. Amber’s gettin’ la-aid.” She continues her dance with a wave as she closes the door behind her. I can hear her singing her tune all the way down the hall.
I shake my head and giggle. Damn straight. It’s been too fucking long.
Chapter 7
A soft knock a few minutes later has me padding to the door anxious to get Sally whatever she has forgotten, so she can be on her way. I need to get ready. As I open the door, I say, “Girl, we need to get you a key on Monday.”
“A key sounds ‘bout right. That way I can visit you anytime, day, or night.” Tommy leans against the doorjamb leering at me with a crooked grin. “Hey, darlin’.” His voice is low and silky, making the muscles in my stomach clench.
His eyes drink me in, sliding up and down my body, leaving a burning path of scalding heat in their wake. Clutching his helmet as it rests against his leg, his black motorcycle jacket and a royal blue t-shirt drip sex and biker cool. Wow. I circle my arms around his neck and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist as his helmet drops and rolls across the floor. My lips begin their assault as my hands hold his face in place as he shoves the door shut with his boot.
With no effort at all, he carries me to the bed, depositing me with a bounce onto my back. Raising myself up on my elbows, my eyes feast on him. Damn, I want to taste every part of him. I try not to drool as he pulls off his jacket, revealing a tight t-shirt that leaves absolutely nothing to my imagination. I bite lightly on my lower lip as my eyes roam over this man. Shit, just looking at him makes me wet.
He smiles that devilish grin I have grown to love, his eyes never leaving mine, as he places his knee between my legs, knocking my legs open. Lowering to rest his hands on both sides of my head, he studies my face. His eyes blaze a fiery blue as his lips curve into a wicked smile, his hair a wild mass of curls. As he hovers over me, his arms bulge, every muscle defining these two works of art. I can’t believe he’s here with me.
My eyes rip away from his body to focus on his eyes. Sinking into those dark blue pools, I’m captivated. My skin tingles and buzzes with anticipation, my heart thumping, as I part my lips. I lie still, waiting, frozen. I’m completely lost in those eyes as his body hovers over me. I whisper, “Hi.”
“Hi,” he whispers, stroking my face. I reach for him, trying to pull him to me, and he’s immovable. “Patience, darlin’. Let me look at you.”
Kiss me.
His eyes explore my face as if to memorize every detail. His sensual lips are full and inviting. I nibble on my lower lip, smiling. His eyes singe my skin, making my pussy throb. I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin. But, I wait…at least I try to wait. Failing miserably as my anticipation gets the better of me, I reach for him again murmuring, “Come here…please.”
His sapphire blue eyes twinkle as he lowers himself to my lips, grazing them playfully. He pulls my hands above my head and pins me with a single one of his, saying, “I guess you wanna play, huh?”
I bite my lip, smiling, and nod. His mouth curves into a sly grin as he positions himself over my lips, teasing me with kisses and tiny licks. His velvet tongue sensuously trails a path along my lower lip. The heat emanating from his body is only making me wetter. Squirming under him, hoping to get him to move, the huskiness in my voice surpr
ises me as I plead, “Come. Here.”
“Oh, no, Darlin’. See I’m not a wham-bam,-thank-you-ma’am kind a guy.” His blue eyes caress my body. “I like to take my time.” His hand slides down my body as he murmurs, “The slow southern way.” His blue eyes lock with mine as his hand grazes my chin. “Now you‘ve tried to test my resolve, and I’ve let you…a little…but now? We’re gonna take this nice and slow. I want to see your face when you come while I eat that sweet little pussy, and fuck you…hard. This ain’t no sprint, it’s a marathon so you settle your ass right down. I’m takin’ my time here.” My eyes widen. Damn. His cocky smile makes my core tighten and my aching need ramps up, but I do as he asks. I lie still eager for him to fulfill his promise.
“That’s better. Now let’s see what we have here.” His hand slides down my face, skimming down the center of my neck and continuing its journey. His hand stops on my breast, kneading it, murmuring, “Beautiful” as he glides his thumb over my nipple. Growling his appreciation as my nub peeks out of one of the strategic cuts in my t-shirt. “Well, ain’t that sweet. It wants to come out and play.”
I huff my disappointment as he continues his passage down to my skirt, pulling it up to look underneath, his fingers sliding over my cleft. I gasp. His brow cocks, as his lips curve into a filthy grin. In a slow southern drawl, he says, “Well, darlin’, these are gonna have to go. They’re all wet.” Lifting his finger to his lips, his eyes blaze down at me as he sucks on his finger murmuring, “sweet.”
His hand travels down the inside of my thigh, using his fingers to make deliberate circles along my inner thighs only to circle around to the back my knee, tickling it with his fingertip. My body sparks and tingles after his fingers continue on their journey. He crosses to my other side, and his hand moves up my leg, repeating the same slow progress and sending shocks to my clit along the way. His finger drifts through my moist cleft. Dragging his hand lightly up my abdomen, he grazes my other nipple with his rough thumb, forcing it to pucker and stand at attention.
Pulling his hand to his chin, he strokes his light beard as he says, “So where should I explore first?” His devilish grin sends shocks down to my bundle of nerves signaling me to send him down there immediately.
I arch my back, pulling at my hands in a vain attempt to get lose, squirming for some contact, a touch, anything. The firm grip on my hands is maddening. “If I can’t move my hands, I can’t touch you.” I groan.
“Pushy, pushy,” he murmurs, nuzzling my earlobe, his breath hot against it. Whimpering softly, I turn my head away. “Oh, is that what you like?” he whispers, the wisps of air making my heart race as I nod. He kisses lazily up my neck, licking with the tip of his tongue at my earlobe. My breath hitches, as I raise my chin, anticipating his attack. He sucks in my lobe, nipping it. I groan softly, and my back arches out of reflex. “Oh, so you like it rough.” Panting, I nod, feeling heat on my cheeks.
“I aim to please,” he murmurs. Grazing and nibbling my neck, he makes his way to my weak spot. The spot reduces me to a quivering mess, ready to do anything, ready to give in to whatever is asked. His wet mouth closes around my lobe sucking lightly, grazing his teeth over it. His hot mouth teases me alternating flicks of my earlobe with quick bites that flash right to my nub. My mouth gapes open as I moan my accent, my pussy buzzes. My nipples harden, poking their angry nubs out of the cuts in my t-shirt. After he finishes with one side, he moves to the other, eventually descending to my shoulder to nip me, further shocking me into a heat.
My mouth is dry, and I am so wet, as I whisper, “Please.”
His laugh takes on an almost sinister ring. As his fingers pinch and roll my nipple, he pushes the fabric out of his way. His mouth lowers to my nipple. Hot. Wet. My nipple puckers as he sucks it lightly. His soft tongue rolls and caresses it. The sensations overload my senses as I arch my back again, eager for more. He nibbles my nub lightly, watching my reaction, watching me come undone.
I murmur, “Bite it. Bite it hard,” as I squirm under him. I push my breast up, trying to lure him to give me what I want.
His eyes trail up to mine, his mouth still anchored to my nipple, his eyes combusting with heat with the satisfaction of knowing he’s making me crazy. They lock with mine as he deliberately licks and sucks, withholding. As I pant…waiting for it…the mixture of pain and pleasure I love so much. Waiting as he pushes me higher. His eyes lock with mine as he bites and it shoots straight to my aching pussy. I moan, slamming my head into the pillow, my mouth sucking in air. He repeats the same torture on my other one and my body betrays me again. My nipples are swollen and aching. My face flushes as I pant lightly. My clit pulses, and I feel a rush of moisture between my legs as he says, “I bet you can come this way. Wanna see?”
I shake my head no, and he chuckles. “Merely a rhetorical question, darlin’, not an actual one.”
He watches me, torturing me with his slow labored movements. Tenderly licking my sore nipples until they lose their angry glow and suckling them into submission. Only to coax the nipple to a harder peak again, red and aching, biting them hard, forcing my body to buck and writhe involuntarily. I want release, I need it, but it just feels so damn good, that lovely swirl of pleasure and pain.
He keeps me teetering like my body is his favorite toy, and he’s playing for his own amusement. Finally as if granting his permission, he provokes the tip again, sucking it against the roof of his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, increasing the intensity, forcing the nub to harden to a rock in his mouth, worshipping it. His eyes lock on me. Repeating his assault, he raises me higher and higher. My breasts are swollen and tight from the attention. His wet mouth pushes me further as I beg, “Please. Please.” Blowing on my nipple softly to cool the fire, he licks lazily around my areola. He bites hard. The surge is overwhelming. The quick bite of pain and the rush of blood, giving me my sweet release, I scream, “Fuck!” My mouth gapes open, pushing against the pillow. My pussy quivers and shakes as I sink back into the bed.
“Sadly, darlin’, I am in desperate need of both my hands.” His hand unbuckles his belt and I hear the buckle clank. As he yanks it free, the sound of it sliding out of his jeans with a whir sends pulsating jolts to my bud. His other hand is still anchoring me as the last tremors shift through my body. Wrapping my hands with the dark belt, the suede and leather caress my skin, tightening its grasp around my wrists. As he wraps it around the headboard above me, buckling it, my heart quickens and my mound stirs. Slipping his fingers in to check my circulation, he asks, “Is that too tight?’ I shake my head no, the brown leather soft against my skin but when I try to move, it’s unrelenting. His hand trails wistfully down my cheek as he kisses me tenderly. Deepening the kiss, his mouth locked on mine, taking full possession.
Sitting back, he admires his captive. He gingerly strokes his hand through the previously explored regions of my body. His sensuous touch sears my skin as I say, “But, I want to touch you.”
“Oh, darlin’, but this is too much fun.” His eyes alight with mischievous glee. “But, nice try. I do believe I owe you another orgasm.” He yanks on the side of my boy shorts. “Let’s get these off.” Pulling from both sides, he pulls them gradually down my legs, his hot kisses igniting trails down my abdomen to my legs with his eyes. Flipping my skirt up, he muses, “I do love a smooth pussy. Your lips are swollen and such a pretty shade of pink. I could get lost in there.” As his eyes burn into mine, he pushes his finger into my pussy, watching me, gauging my reactions, my pleasure. His finger wiggles against my special spot, while inserting another digit, his mouth in a crooked grin. His voice is husky with sly appreciation, “You are so wet, so ready.” Thrusting his fingers in and out, watching my chest rise and fall, my eyes close from the fullness.
My legs spread, hoping to tempt him. “Well, look at that. I guess someone’s impatient.” Lowering his head, he licks and kisses his way down my body. Smoothly sliding off the bed and onto his knees, he pulls my legs wider still. Using his hand
s, he opens my lips wide, exposing my clit, blowing lightly with his hot breath and succeeding in driving me crazy again. Kissing me along the insides of my thighs, at the top of my cleft, his silky beard strokes my skin along the outside of my labia….reverence paid to every spot but there. My clit pounds angrily.
His dark blue eyes blaze as he gauges my reaction, my anticipation, my need. Once sufficiently satisfied that I’m about to jump out of my skin, as I withe, arching my back, jutting my mound toward his lips, his brutal onslaught commences. He centers his mouth around my pulsing bundle of nubs, sucking it skillfully between his lips. I gasp. My eyes close as I roll my head back, nestling it in the pillow as he nibbles ever so softly on my bundle of nerves. Tiny soft nibbles start my build instantly, hardening my nub more. His tongue nudges my hood away while keeping his pitiless onslaught going. “Argh….fuck…what are you doing? Don’t stop.” His snicker vibrates through my bud. “Fuck…get up here…please…I need you inside me,” I demand.
His feral eyes alight as he whispers, “Why darlin’, I’m just gettin’ started. Let a man do his work.” Sinking back down, he continues his agonizing sadistic torture of my clit. Adding slow, arduous licks down my labia and chilling blows as punishment for my interruption.
My need builds with each ministration…slow…like the click, click, click, of the roller coaster as it reaches its pinnacle. My body is no longer my own, as I buck and grind against his mouth, moaning my ascent to the top. Pulling up my cleft, he flicks my plump engorged clit with his tongue rapidly, pushing me over the edge as I scream, “Ah…ah…ah…Oh, God!” My hips bucking wildly as he keeps me seated in place as he continues to suck greedily…prolonging my agony…and my joy. Panting, my chest heaves, as I pull on my restraints, juices seeping down my slit.