by cross, kali
Straightening her back, and I suspect processing his words fully, Karen twists to him fuming, “What is your f-ing problem Jerrod? Seriously? What’s with the jealousy routine?” Taking a breath, she prepares to lay into him. “You have barely acknowledged my existence for four years. Four years. And now, I get some attention, and you go all crazy on me? Are you f-ing kidding me?”
I can only see the back of her head because she’s turned to him, but damn, her whole finger is wiggling around like nobody’s business. I guess the years of frustration are causing her to spew out every last bit of disappointment she has towards this man.
“Where do you get off?” Karen fumes. “I have waited for you to make a move through two years of high school and two years of college. Waited, Jerrod. And, you never gave me a moment of your time that wasn’t required for class. Not one. You can just…just…oh go screw yourself, Jerrod.” She crosses her arms in a huff and glares at the neck of the cabbie.
Jerrod frowns at her. Circling his arms around her, he envelops her in a kiss that lasts from Sixth Street all the way to Twenty-Sixth Street.
Wow.
Karen does not seem bothered in the least. I exchange curved smiles with the cabbie, tipping him well for having to listen to a shouting match, and close the car door. I feel lonely and a whole lot hornier as I watched those two go at it. I wish Tommy had taken me up on my offer. I tried not to watch but they were so obviously into each other, completely oblivious to everyone else. I couldn’t divert my eyes a hundred percent of the time.
A drink and a warm bath should do the trick. Maybe it’s rabbit time. Sally is out of the room tonight, I can finally have some “me” time.
I stagger as I exit the elevator, searching for my key in the black hole that is my purse. The last martini was a whopper. As I reach the door, I finally fish my key chain out of a side pocket, muttering, “Eureka.”
“Hey, darlin’,” Tommy murmurs in a slow sexy tone.
The sound echoes off the walls and my heart races as the vibrations seem to travel down my spine.
Chapter 11
I turn to see Tommy leaning against the corner wall, looking hotter than any guy has a right to. His blue eyes sparkling, with his mouth crooked in a grin. His denim collar brushes against his ebony curls. His sapphire eyes grow darker, like a midnight sky devoid of stars. Damn him. My eyes drop to see if he’s wearing a belt. The thick leather strap sends a blush to my cheeks. I try not to stare and I end up fidgeting. Stroking his beard, he looks bemused. “Finally find your keys in that big ass purse of yours?”
“I thought you weren’t coming by,” I whisper, trying not to sound completely needy.
“Sally sent me a text telling me to get my ass up here. Said she was going out and you were all alone.” He steps closer to me. His smile brightens enough to get his dimples to come out and play. His low sultry voice growls, “I figured you could have your fill of using me for sex tonight, and in return, I get to spend Saturday showing you Austin and talking to you. I want to get to know you. You.”
My keys jingle, the only sound in the quiet hall. I smile, swaying and struggling to find my dorm key on my massive key ring, the heat etching up my face.
Lifting his thumb up to stroke my lips, his eyes hold mine as he says, “I’m serious, Amber. Saturday is for talking. Tonight can be for fucking your brains out, but tomorrow, I get you, and you talk, real talk, like when we were in the music store. Not the joking around and sarcasm where you blow off my questions. I’m not interested in keeping it casual. I don’t do casual. I do real. Ok?”
I nod. But why? Can’t we just fuck? What’s with all the talking? I’m really not that interesting. What if he realizes that? Shit, I hate talking about myself.
“Well, I guess you better unlock your door so I can peel you out of that skirt.” His hand slides down my back and over my ass as he bends to nuzzle my neck. “My whole ride up, I couldn’t stop thinking about you walking around without panties on.”
I struggle with the distraction and the lock.
“You want some help, darlin’, or should we get started out here?” His soft breath heats my skin as I feel his smile against my neck.
I manage to get the door unlocked, and he follows me in, dropping his bag and jacket on a chair. Why does he always make me so nervous? And, what’s with this need to talk all the time? “Would you like a drink?”
“I wouldn’t say no to a beer.” He wonders around the small room, occasionally watching me putter around. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yeah.” I fix a whiskey for myself.
He picks up my picture of Angela and I see him study it from the corner of my eye. “Who’s the girl?”
I freeze. Clearing my throat, I mutter, “old girlfriend,” thankful that he can’t see my face. I pick up my drink and his beer and carry our drinks back to the kitchen table. He sets the picture down and sits in one of the chairs. I place the beer in front of him and take the other seat.
He looks at me with a mildly insulted look. I look away out of pure instinct, uncomfortable with no apparent reason why. Crossing my legs, I take a sip of my drink and wonder what the problem is.
His eyes darken as he orders, “Come here.”
“What? I’m right here,” I say, sipping from my drink. Why does he look angry?
“No, come here.” He growls. He pats his leg and says, “Now.”
I take the few steps around the tiny table, standing above him. “What?”
He pulls me down onto his lap, encircling his arms around me, drawing me in for a kiss. His lips light softly on mine, and become firm and demanding as he forces my mouth open. A light moan escapes my lips as his tongue possesses mine. My hands weave into his curly hair. The curls play softly against my fingers. My hands move instinctively to the sides of his face feeling the softness of his beard. The volume of my groan surprises me. I want this man...for more than a night. Geez, I am so fucked. My breath comes in rapid pants, eager, furious. I have to pull away to get more air. I look into his eyes, and I want to get lost in them. I devour his mouth again in another kiss. I need to show him how much I want him.
A low growl announces his approval.
Encouraged, my hands move to his shirt buttons. I touch the round disks, feeling them with my hands. My fingers contact metal and discover they are snaps, not buttons. Pulling back, my greedy hands poise on his shirt, and my lips part. Heat radiates from my eyes as I yank the first snap open, letting the pop hang in the air, keeping my eyes locked with his. Scorching. Wanting. As I pull each snap open, the sound vibrates through the room…through me. Each snap builds my anticipation, emphasizing my need, revealing more. Diving deep into his darkening blue eyes, I bury myself there. Bearing my soul the only way I can.
See me. Really see me.
I kneel between his legs, kissing my way down his chest, inhaling him, enjoying his scent, a heady mixture of fresh grass, spring air, and sandalwood soap. I pull his shirt open wider, worshipping each muscle, each ripple with my lips.
My hands stop at his belt. I rub my finger along the top of its hard edge, my body remembering our first night. Unbuckling it with gradual soft movements, I look up at him, holding his gaze in mine. I unbutton his jeans, letting the teeth of the zipper part one sweet tooth at a time. My shameless smile is meant to taunt him. Who needs talking when I can have your dick in my mouth?
“Darlin’, are you trying to make me crazy?” His eyes darken. “I’m ‘bout ready to bend you over this table and fuck you into next week.”
Reaching in, I free his cock. I stop briefly, expecting him to take control. My eyes rise, drinking in his body meeting his gaze, hesitating. The heat in his eyes pushes me on, not to hold back...for once.
My inner beast rears her head, ready to play. A wicked, lascivious grin spreads across my eager lips. Elation and the heat from his cock make every nerve in my body tingle. The rush is heady. The freedom to be the one in control is making me so hot. To do to him what he does s
o easily to me. Making him feel like I feel when he looks at me, when he touches me, it’s too much to let pass.
My eyes find his, stroking his cock, the hardness is such a turn on. I made him like this, I make him hard. He wants me. His eyes blaze and dilate as my hand moves up and down. Watching how his breathing changes, the dent in his cheek, the hardening of his jaw as his cock surges. My body moves only to please him as I try to quiet my hesitations, and make him feel a fraction of the heat I feel when he touches me.
Swirling my tongue over the head, I taste him. Salty. My lips encircle his cock, moving swiftly down his shaft. Awarded with a light gasp, I move up and down his dick, enjoying the moans and scattered breathing ringing in my ears. My tongue slides along the underside, his skin heating against my lips as I suck the head. His hand snakes its way behind my head, encouraging my movements. Pulling up, I move my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking lightly. I lick down the back, massaging the fat vein with my tongue, only to plunge his cock into my mouth again, in a relentless steady rhythm.
“Darlin’, I won’t last much longer if you keep that up. Now, get up here.”
Enjoying my power too much, I ignore his request. I suck a bit harder, thrusting his length to the back of my throat and swallowing. I work my mouth up and down his cock, reveling in his groans, swimming in the deliciousness. My heart roars as my ears ring from the high. My juices creep down my crevice. Pleasing him is making me so hot, craving more of him. My pussy aches to feel him.
His growl rises from his throat, announcing his intention. He pulls me up, turning me, pushing my hands onto the top of the table. Yanking my skirt up, I hear a quick rustle, a rip of foil. He glides into me, letting me adjust. The shock of his entry garners a gasp, followed by an urgent need.
His whisper is low and carnal. “You are so wet, darlin’. I told you I wouldn’t last much longer. My turn to torture you.” With ferocious strokes, he moves with a hunger. Fucking me as he promised…hard. My pussy accepts all of it, aching for him.
Encircling me in his arms, he kisses and nips my shoulders, sending shockwaves straight to my clit. “Oh fuck. Shit. Harder.”
Sinking his hand between my legs, his finger and thumb rub my clit with every stroke. His hips thrust in and out, pushing me higher and higher. Flesh slapping flesh, my hips meeting every thrust, making me move like an animal, milking his cock with my pussy. My mouth gapes open as my eyes try to focus. Flying up, up, up. “Harder. Don’t fucking stop. Fuck!” My release signaled with a loud moan.
His back straightens as he thrusts one last time into me signaling his own explosion. Moving the edges of my top up, exposing my back, he kisses it tenderly. “No bra either I see. Damn, girl.” His voice grinds out in a scratchy whisper. “You are nothing short of pure sin.”
As he pulls out of me, my heart crashes at the loss. His hand slides my skirt down and his touch is gone. My body still at rest on the table, I turn, “Where are you going?” My voice sounds vulnerable, childlike. My God, Amber, snap out of it. What’s with the girly shit?
He’s back in his chair. His pants zipped with his shirt still open, the top button of his jeans left undone. He leans against the back of the chair, looking sexy and completely fuckable. Smiling gradually, he says, “There she is. That’s the girl from the music store.” His eyes shine, delighted. “Wanna play a game?” His evil grin is back.
Raising myself up, I turn, intrigued. Hell, everything he does intrigues me.
“In your chair,” he directs with a playful grin. “Need some distance for this game.” His mouth curves into a leer. “Wouldn’t want to lose control or anything, now would we, darlin’?”
I circle around to my chair, looking over my shoulder asking, “Way over here?”
“Sit.” His eyes twinkle. “You’ll need a drink for this game. Do you want another whiskey or a beer maybe? You might be doing some drinking.” He laughs. Standing, he walks to the fridge.
“What? Are we going to play quarters or something?”
“Although I am sure you would kick my ass at it, this is a different kind of game.”
“Ok, beer.”
He pulls a cold longneck out of the fridge, setting it in front of me and crosses to the other side of the table. He smiles a wicked smile and says in an intentionally casual tone, “It’s well after midnight so it’s Saturday.”
Shit, of course it is. I didn’t get home until two am. I am such a dork. Rolling my eyes, I stare at him like a petulant child. “What? So, you want to talk? What about?”
“And she’s gone again.” His face undeterred, he continues, “For every question I ask, you have to answer. If I get a truthful answer devoid of bullshit, you get a reward. If I don’t, you get a punishment and have to drink. Same goes for me.”
“I’ll get to punish you?” A smile curves over my lips gradually as the myriad of possibilities formulate in my mind. This could be fun. Payback can be bitch. Hmmm.
“Yeah. “ He smirks. “If I seem like I’m not being truthful or evading a question, you can punish me.”
“But, you’re an open book,” I mutter, looking at my feet already feeling my bubble pop. “You say whatever you want. I’ll never win.”
“The winning’s in the rewards, darlin’, not the punishments.” His eyes slide over my body, inching carefully over every curve. He licks his lower lip, his eyes heat with a silent promise of delicious rewards. “Do you want to go first?”
“Fine. I’ll go first.” I sit up straighter, leaning in, calling up all my great poker skills. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.” Sizing him up, I ask, “How many women have you been with?”
“I’ll have to think on that one.” He pauses.
“That many?” I ask. The man has obviously got mad skills in the bedroom and he’s hotter than hot…but he has to think about it?
“Well, I went through a phase when I first became a musician.” His eyes study mine, searching for something, I’m not sure what. “Hmmm. I had one girlfriend through high school, two, no three in college. When I became a musician and first moved to Nashville, I got around, had my share of one-night stands, but that got old real quick. Since I got back, I’ve dated one or two ladies.” His smile surprises me. I’m taken aback by its purity and sweetness. “All told, I would say about forty or so. Does that bother you?” he asks, his face impassive, waiting for my response.
“No. Not at all, I was curious. Ever been with any men?” I look him straight in the eye.
“Eh-eh-eh, where’s my reward?” He wags his finger at me.
Standing and still on my power high, I cross around, taking his face in my hands, softly kissing his lips, possessing his mouth. As I pull away, I give him a tiny wink, snickering, and return to my seat.
“Okkkaayyy. Not the reward I was hoping for…but, ok.” He chuckles. “How many girls have you been with?”
My mouth drops open, but I’m not sure why I’m shocked. I thought I had mentioned it, but I couldn’t remember. Once I think about it, I’m actually relieved. If he has a problem, it’ll be easier to end this now. Better to move on since I’m not entirely sure if the “I don’t share” runs both ways. A guy like this gets hit on constantly. Hell, even Aunt Patty took a shot.
One of many...That’s all I am. Gotta be with a face like that. Who does he think he’s kidding?
Looking him straight in the eye, I answer him definitively. “Five.”
Fuck it, this is who I am. Take it or leave it.
Studying my face, he contemplates for a minute. Standing, he moves around the tiny table, gingerly, considering me. Circling behind me, he bends to nuzzle my neck below my ear. Bit by bit, pulling my turtleneck away from my neck, he breathes softly, whispering, “So tense. Let me see if I can get you to relax.” His tongue flutters over my nape. Biting me on my neck brings a shiver up my spine and an ache down below. Pressing a tiny kiss to my neck, he returns to his chair.
“Your turn, darlin’.” His eyes dance.
“Same q
uestion. Have you ever been with a guy?”
“I had a guy come on to me once in a late night session in the studio, but had to put the brakes on. Not my thing.” He smiles his best is-that-all-you-got smile.
A little annoyed at his look, I consider how I can reward and punish him at the same time. Smiling with an evil grin, I glide over, sitting on the table, provocatively parting my legs. Motioning for him to give me his hand, I kiss his finger, lazily sucking the end. I move my mouth up and down his index finger as I stare into his dark blue eyes. Smiling a devilish grin, I nip the pad lightly. I stand and place his hand back in his lap and walk back to my chair with a little extra wiggle in my walk.
“Darlin’, was that a punishment because that was a truthful answer.”
“No, that was your reward for an answer I already knew.”
“Then why did you ask it?”
“I wanted to know,” I say as I smirk at him. “Stop whining, darlin’, and play the game.”
“Ok, so we’re fightin’ dirty, are we? Fine.” He challenges me. “Tell me why you left Chicago.”
“My mom sent me away. It’s something I’m used to with her. I’ve been in boarding school since I was six. She needed me to stand and wave while she ran for office in Chicago so she let me come home. The minute she didn’t need me, she shipped me off to another school….this one.” I stare back at him with dead eyes.
“Am I going to have to punish you, darlin’? Judging by the look on your face, there’s a lot more to this story.”
“That’s it. Sorry to disappoint.”
“Ok.” He looks at me, walking over, and kneels. The heat from his eyes has me worried. His hand skims my stomach, moving softly to the edge of my sweater. Lowering his lips to my neck, he grazes sweet soft kisses across my nape, as he edges his hand gradually up my sweater. His other hand splays on my back to hold me in place. He reaches my nipple as my pussy thumps for attention.
His finger and thumb enclose the tip as he pinches it, twirling it, moving away from my neck to watch my face. His eyes are a dark blue as his jaw clenches. My breath hitches. He releases me and walks back to his chair. His face is dark and his lips curl in a silent warning, threatening a punishment I both fear and want.