by Liz Davis
Reyna’s voice brought the silence. “So what are you going to do then? Let fear rule you, or take control and live your life? Because it’s entirely up to you, Evan.”
And he knew that it was. Those three little words weren’t the most important thing to him, but he knew that she did want to hear him say it. What mattered to him the most was making sure that their relationship was stable, and that nothing could ever come between them. A part of him was uncertain about taking the plunge and putting his heart on the line, but he also didn’t want to wait too long to officially declare his love. He knew Maya was ruled by her emotions, so if he delayed saying it for too long, then she might mistake his fear for nonchalance. Maya wasn’t the type of woman to wait forever, and he knew that. So the decision should have been simple. But fear wasn’t something that was easy to slip away from.
* * * *
After hitting the call end button, Maya slipped her phone into her purse, deeply contented from hearing the sound of her lover’s voice. They’d spent less than ten minutes chatting, and would have stayed on for longer, but unfortunately, the call kept dropping off, so they reluctantly decided to end their conversation. Yesterday evening had been nerve-racking for her, as she’d spent the entire time worrying about Evan’s whereabouts, but when he’d finally called around midnight, she’d been filled with a huge sense of relief.
They’d only been separated for two days now, but she was still eagerly counting the hours until he arrived back home. She wasn’t just craving the feel of his lips and the touch of his skin, but his mere presence. Just having him around her was deeply comforting, and he provided her with a feeling that nobody else could.
As she pulled up in front of her apartment, she took a glance at the clock on the dashboard. The digital display read half past five, which meant she had plenty of time to spare before she headed over to Amhara’s for dinner. After grabbing her purse off the passenger’s seat she got out the car, and then slammed it shut. The car made a beeping noise as she hit the button on her keyless remote, and as she headed for the front door of her apartment, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her from behind. As she turned her head to look behind her, she was dismayed to see that it was Dylan.
Chapter 12
Hoping to increase the distance between them, she began to walk faster, but Dylan caught up to her before she could even slip her key into the lock.
“Hey, Maya.” He leaned against the door to her apartment, blocking her way so that she couldn’t evade him.
“What do you want?” She offered him her most fierce glare.
He held up the shopping bag that he was holding. “Just came by to return your things. And I was hoping I could pick up some of the stuff I left over here.”
She pushed him aside so she could slip her key into the lock, and then cracked the door open. “I packed your stuff in a box. Wait out here while I go in and get it for you.”
“Can’t I come in?”
“Why?”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“Uh-uh, no way. There’s a Denny’s on Fifth and Main. You can use their facilities. And besides, you’re a guy. You can use the bathroom anywhere.”
“Come on, Maya. It’s me you’re talking to here, not some random stranger.”
“Yeah, exactly. It’s you. I’d rather let a stranger in first before I let you in, considering your track record.”
“You think I want to make a move on you or something? I have a girlfriend, remember?”
“Well, that never seemed to stop you before.” Tightening her hand on the doorknob, she firmly stated, “I don’t trust you, okay? So you’re not coming in.”
Dylan’s mouth set into a thin, hard line. “Fine, then I’m not giving you your stuff back. All these clothes, shoes, and jewelry are going straight into the trash. And you can forget about getting these back.” He pulled three vintage records out of the bag, holding them up for her to see. She tried to snatch them out of his grasp, but he pulled them away before she had the chance.
“Those are my records, Dylan. They were a present from my aunt, and they hold a lot of sentimental value, so stop playing around and give them to me.” Her body tensed with anger.
“Let me in, and you’ll get them back. Otherwise, I’ll just dump them. The choice is yours.”
For a few moments, all they did was stare each other down, and the silence between them was so thick with tension, it was nearly suffocating. He was up to something, this much she knew. And for some reason, he wanted to get into her apartment. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he was only doing this to control her, to see how far he could push her before she gave up and caved in. He knew how much she treasured the records, so he was using it to his full advantage.
Ever since she’d first met him, Dylan had tried to control nearly every aspect of her life, and whenever he wanted something from her—be it sex, a freshly cooked hot meal, or attention—he always saw that he got it. Looking back on their relationship, she was ashamed to say that she’d allowed him to walk all over her. And now, even though they were no longer a couple, here he was, still trying to wield control over her, still finding a way to mess with her head even though she’d vowed to never let him back in.
She didn’t feel comfortable at all with allowing him into her apartment, but she really wanted those records back. Not to mention, she was hoping that the three hundred dollars she’d hidden in the record sleeve was still there. She worked hard for her money, and didn’t want it to just be thrown in the trash. So against her deepest suspicions, she reluctantly gave in to Dylan’s stubbornness
“You’d better enjoy this last cheap thrill of having control over me because this is the last time you’re going to experience it. I’m giving you one minute, and then you have to leave. And if you try anything funny, I’ll call the cops.”
Releasing a little laugh, he walked across the threshold. “Relax, Maya. All I want to do is just use the bathroom, and then I’ll be on my way.”
Dylan set the shopping bag and the records on the counter then headed for the bathroom. Once he’d shut the door behind him, she reached into the shopping bag and pulled out one of the records. After sliding it out of its jacket, she stuck her hand inside the cardboard covering and felt around. As her fingers brushed against the unmistakable feel of dollar bills, she detached them from the sleeve and pulled them out. She counted to make sure the full amount was there, and then stuffed the currency into her pocket. Curious about what was taking Dylan so long, she walked toward the hallway and came to a stop next to the bathroom door. The last thing she wanted was to hear him relieve himself, but she needed to make sure that he wasn’t doing anything funny. Nearly fifteen seconds had passed before she suspiciously called out to him.
“I don’t hear you peeing, so what’s going on in there?” A crease formed between her eyebrows.
Dylan cleared his throat, and then called out to her from beyond the bathroom door. “Chill, babe, it’s coming.”
A few seconds passed, and then there was the tinkle of liquid hitting porcelain. Once it came to an end, she heard the toilet flush, followed by the sound of him washing his hands.
As the door opened, he smiled at her. “All done, I’ll be on my way now.” Spotting a small cardboard box sitting next to the front door, he asked, “Is this my stuff?”
She opened the door and stood next it, answering him with a tone of impatience. “Yep.”
He lifted the box up and paused at the doorway. He made a move to cup her chin in the palm of his hand so that he could stroke the side of her face, but she jolted her head back, physically sickened by the feel of his fingers on her.
“Don’t touch me.” She tried to slap him away, but he caught her hand in his own, holding it tightly by the wrist.
They stared at each other for a few moments, he gazing into her eyes suggestively, and she glaring back at him.
“So, have you gotten any interesting notes, lately?”
“Notes? What are you talking ab
out?” As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened in realization of what he meant. “You bastard, I should have known it was you!”
His lips tugged into a sly smile, and he chuckled from her reaction. “What, you didn’t like my little joke?”
“Joke?” Her voice rose to a higher pitch, and brows dipped into a frown. “Get out of here, Dylan. Right now.” She snatched her hand away from his grip and pulled the door wider.
“Of course, guess I’ll be on my way, then.” Just before he exited the apartment he paused, turning to glance back at her. “I’ll be seeing you around, Maya.” Then he walked across the threshold and headed outside.
* * * *
The sound of a ringing phone startled Maya out of her sleep. She’d been having a strange, frightening dream, and as her eyes fluttered open, she found herself grateful to realize she was once again a part of the waking world. Rolling onto her side, she reached toward her bedside table to pick up her landline.
“Hello?” she sleepily murmured.
“Hey, Maya,” said Evan’s voice from the other end.
Giving a little yawn, she glanced at the digital clock and saw it was two thirty in the morning. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I couldn’t sleep, and I felt like hearing your voice. Hope you don’t mind me waking you up.”
“Of course not. It’s good to hear from you.”
He was quiet for a few moments, and then he posed a question. “So, what are you wearing?”
A light chuckle fled from her lips at the clichéness of it.
“What’s funny?”
“Oh, nothing. But to answer your question, I have on a pair of panties and a silk camisole.”
“What color are the panties?”
“They’re black satin with pink flowers.”
“Mmmm, those are my favorite pair. “I wish I could touch you.” There was raw desire in his voice.
”I wish you could, too.”
“Do you miss having me touch you?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out as quiet whisper.
“Mmm, you don’t know how badly I want you. I woke up craving the feel of your body.” The sound of a strangled groan emitted through the receiver. “My dick feels like stone.”
Maya felt a strong ache building deep between her legs. “I want you, too. I miss the feel of you lying next to me in bed.”
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Yeah.” She glided her palm along her inner thigh, allowing it to travel toward the heat between her legs.
“And what are you thinking about?”
“The feel of your hands on me, touching and caressing my skin.”
“And what else?”
“I’m imagining the feel of your lips upon my neck, sliding lower until they reach my breasts.”
“You love having your nipples sucked, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” She traced a finger along the fabric of her panties, feeling the outline of her vaginal lips through her underwear.
“And what else do you like?”
“I like it when you slide your hands between my legs and touch me.”
“And where do I touch you? Say the word for me.”
Pressing her fingers against the spot, she responded, “My pussy.”
A heavy groan of lust found its way past his lips. “I love it when you say that word. Hearing you talk dirty to me really makes my dick hard.”
“Are you touching it?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I wish it was my hand on you right now.”
“So do I. Take your panties off.” His voice had grown husky with arousal.
Cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder, Maya lifted her hips up and slid down her panties, kicking them off around her feet.
“Are they off?”
“Yeah.”
The sound of his breathing increased. “Good, now touch yourself. Finger your pussy for me.”
“Okay.” Parting her legs, she teasingly slid her finger up and down her moist slit, dragging a fingernail lightly along the delicate flesh. Then she plunged a digit in, slowly sliding it deep between her velvety walls. “Oh Evan, I’m so wet for you.” Her voice came out breathy, and her back arched as she began pumping her finger in and out.
“Put the phone between your legs. I want to hear.” There was urgency in the way that he spoke to her.
Removing the receiver from her ear, she placed it next to her pussy, positioning the mouthpiece so he could hear her fingering herself. After about half a minute passed, she brought the phone back up from beneath the covers.
As she placed it against her ear, she could hear the sound of Evan’s heavy breathing. There was the sound of slick smacking noises coming from his end of the line, and she knew he was jacking off. The thought of it alone sent a strong jolt of electricity right through her clit.
“Did you hear?” she asked him.
“Yes, fuck, that was so hot. Your pussy is so wet and tight, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Her body was blazing with desire.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you again. I need you so badly it’s driving me crazy.”
Withdrawing her finger Maya slid it along the edge of her sex, reveling in the feel of her slippery heat “What would you do to me if you were here right now?”
“I’d give you a nice deep kiss, sliding my tongue around in your mouth to taste you. Then I’d press my lips against your neck and nibble gently on it, maybe give you a few kisses there as well. Then my lips would travel down further until they reached your perfect breasts. I’d cup one of them in my palm, circling the pad of my thumb around your nipple, letting it grow nice and hard beneath my touch.”
He paused for a moment, and she heard him utter a low moan. Then he continued on. “After using my fingers on your nipples, I’d place the tip of my tongue against one of your tits, flicking it back and forth very lightly, and then slowly applying more pressure. After teasing you for a while, I’d finally take it inside my mouth. Then I’d start sucking and biting them, making you go crazy with my mouth.”
Her moans mingled with the sound of his throaty breathing.
“You’d feel my hand press against your inner thigh, pushing your legs wide apart as my cock moved closer to your pussy. But I wouldn’t put it in right away. I’d make you wait for it.”
She fondled a nipple with her left hand, while keeping her right one busy at work between her legs. She slipped her index and middle between her folds, then began stroking it back and forth in her velvety heat. It didn’t take long before she had a nice, steady rhythm going, and wet, squishy sounds emitted from between her legs.
“I’d slip my fingers inside you, closely watching your face the whole time. I’d let them do the work for a bit, gradually building your desire, making you moan and squirm beneath my touch. Once my fingers were nice and wet, I’d slide them out, licking them clean so I could get a taste of your delicious pussy. Then I’d grab onto your legs and spread them wide open, guiding my cock forward until it pressed against your heat. I’d enter slowly, tilting your legs upward so I could thrust nice and deep.
“Oh baby, yes.” She gasped in response to his seductively deep voice, and her breathing grew heavier. She fingered herself more quickly as she imagined his swollen erection plunging inside her.
“I’d bury myself completely, not stopping until you felt my balls touch your skin. I’d stay in that position for a few moments, just enjoying the feel of your tight warmth as it stretched around my shaft. Then I’d pull my hips back, almost pulling my cock all the way out, but not quite. Then I’d quickly thrust back in. I’d repeat the same move a few times, but each time I pushed back in, I would fuck you a little harder. You’d reach up to grab on to my hips, and I’d just keep thrusting inside of you, listening to your soft, sweet cries as I moved quicker and harder, pushing so deep and hard that you’d scream out in pleasure.”
A ragged sigh escaped her l
ips as she flicked her thumb against her clit, bucking her hips as she continued to finger her hole.
“I’d make love to you all night, alternating between slow, passionate thrusts and quick, urgent ones. I wouldn’t stop until I was certain you were thoroughly satisfied, and even then, I’d probably still keep going. Then I’d finally lose control and pump your tight little pussy full of cum.”
She gave a shallow moan and arched her back, causing her stiff peaks to jut outward. They were begging for attention, and the sound of Evan’s voice had turned them into achingly hard points.
“Talk dirty to me, babe. Tell me how badly you want my cock.”
“I need it more than anything else. I’ve been masturbating every night, imagining the feel of it pushing deep inside.”
“When you think about me fucking you, do I go fast or slow?”
“Slow at first, but after a while, I beg you to do me harder.”
A shuddering moan was released from his lips. “You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper.
“If I were there right now, I’d give it to you so good. I’d slide in nice and deep, loving the way your body felt as you squirmed and moaned beneath me.”
She gave a breathy moan. “I love how deep you can go. You have such a nice, juicy cock. It feels incredible inside me.”
“I love hearing you talk like that. You’ve got me so incredibly hard right now.” His breaths had become labored. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. We have the most incredible sex ever.”
“Yes we do,” she said in a breathless voice. Her nipples were deliciously sore from all the twisting and pulling she’d given them. While talking to Evan, she’d been imagining that it was his fingers and mouth on her, teasing her with that mix of pleasure and pain he’d so perfected.
“I want to feel your mouth on me. The next time we’re together, will you give me a blow job?”
A rush of heat tore through her body from his words. “Yes.” Her voice came out as little more than a whisper.