by Cee Smith
“You’re getting nice and comfortable in that uptown apartment, aren’t you?”
“That’s not it. I…are we…will we be sharing a room?” I struggled to find the right words, afraid I was assuming we were at a point in whatever it was we were to each other to spend a night together.
“Would you like to share a room with me, Indigo?”
“I’m not opposed…”
“Don’t play coy. We’re beyond that, aren’t we?”
“You’re right. I’m comfortable with staying in the same room, if you are.”
“Good.”
The gleam in his eyes shined a light on his inner devil working up an itinerary for our night together. The sight sent a shiver down my spine and adrenaline flooded my body. This felt like the last step in merging the two men that I’d struggled to piece together like patchwork.
Saturday, November 7th
“Everett.”
We entered the room and Oaken stood up, jubilant in his greeting. After driving for two hours, we got cleaned up in the hotel room before joining Oaken and his managing partner down in one of the conference rooms.
“Mr. Oaken—”
“Please drop the formalities—Oaken is fine. This is my managing partner, Devon. And you are Ms. Ericson, yes?” Oaken stopped shaking Everett’s hand and moved to shake mine. “Yes, I remember you.”
I wasn’t as star-struck as I was the first time I met Oaken, but when he said he remembered me, I felt my anxiety ramp up a notch. How many people could say that they’d met Oaken—twice!—and be remembered by the man? Not very many, I imagine. Unless you were someone in the industry and your name was up there with Lagerfeld, Chanel, or Versace, it seemed unfathomable that he would commit you to memory.
Recalling my manners, I responded. “Please call me Indigo.”
“Indigo. What a beautiful name.”
“Thank you.” I smiled as I registered Oaken was still shaking my hand. He released me once he noticed he was preventing Devon from introducing himself. Waves of tension rolled off of Everett, reminding me of his presence in Oaken’s obvious adoration of me.
With the introductions out of the way, we all sat down around the square table in the middle of the room. Since it was informal, Everett and I sat across from Oaken and Devon, and Everett presented the imagery on his laptop as needed. Otherwise, he kept the conversation flowing, answering any question that either of the men had and smoothing over any last minutes worries.
I watched Everett present, enthralled by his every word, but the entire time I felt Oaken’s eyes on me. Scooting my chair a little to the left, I tried distancing myself from Everett to see if I just happened to be in Oaken’s line of sight. The distance didn’t seem to make a difference. His eyes followed me those few inches.
Everett wrapped up his presentation, and Devon indicated dinner would be arriving shortly.
“Have you modeled before, Indigo?” All eyes turned to me as Oaken cut straight to the chase. The space between Everett and I seemed to evaporate in the heat of his stare. I had to admit, seeing him affected by someone else’s interest, however innocent, excited me a little.
“God, no.”
“You have a very unique look. You’d do well. That face should be on runways and magazines, not hiding behind some computer.” He said “computer” with disdain as if the idea of my job or, more specifically, my job setting disgusted him.
“Uh, thanks?”
With eyebrows nearly flush with his hairline, Devon appeared more embarrassed by Oaken’s words than I was. “Oaken, you’re scaring the poor girl. I’m sorry, honey. I’m afraid to say the attitude comes with the job description. I don’t think there’s one area where he doesn’t have an opinion, unfortunately.”
“It was a compliment. If I was going to a boring meeting, I’d want to bring someone beautiful to look at too.” Oaken looked across at Everett, expecting some agreement with his statement.
“While I can’t deny she is gorgeous, she’s definitely more than arm candy if that’s what you’re suggesting. She handled this project almost entirely.”
Oaken grinned, “And here all I thought you cared about was the bottom line. Is it safe to assume it’s not all work and no play then?”
I hadn’t known that Everett and Oaken knew each other beyond the parameters of this business arrangement, but now that I was seeing them outside of the office together there was a level of comfort and ease in their mannerisms and the way they spoke.
“I think what Devon failed to include in his warning is that incorrigible gossip is also part of the job description.” Everett smiled, his white teeth gleaming beneath the amber light of the chandelier overhead.
“It’s true,” Oaken began laughing and we all laughed with him, breaking the little bit of tension that crept in at his interest in our relationship.
I stepped inside the hotel room, taking my heels off as I entered. Everett stepped in and locked the door, the look of hunger evident in the way his eyes remained fixated on me as he wrestled his tie off. He threw the tie on the ground and pushed me against the bed.
“I’ve waited all night for this. Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
This wasn’t the first time I’d undressed for Everett, but it felt like it. I knew I was the sole focus of his attention. There was no fear of interruption there in that hotel room. He moved deeper into the room, turning on the lamp beside the bed before taking a seat in the chair in front of the window spanning the length of the wall. Night fell across the sky. Everett’s body was mirrored in the glass at his back. I was there in the glass too, surprisingly strong as I began removing my clothes.
Everett watched as I stripped down to nothing.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” Everett said, leaning forward in his chair. “You really are gorgeous, Indigo.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Get on the bed. Spread your legs. I’m going to taste you—tongue-fuck your cunt—until you burst on my tongue. Then I’m going to tie you up in a pretty knot and have you bouncing on my dick.”
Warmth flooded me at his words. It wasn’t often that he told me exactly what he had planned for me. There was something about knowing what was to come that made my body dance in anticipation. Crawling across the bed, I did as he instructed, wiggling my ass to entice him to get to the part where his head was between my legs.
“I’m not going to spank you while we’re at the hotel; God knows they’d be able to hear your screams through the walls. But I’ll be sure to smack that ass later for tempting me.”
I fell back on my elbows, looking down my body at him still sitting in the chair. He said I was tempting him, but you’d never know it with the way he spoke in a calm voice. His posture was unchanged in his heightened desire. In the low lamplight, I could make out the hard length of him, the front of his slacks tented around his enormous erection. I licked my lips at the bulge, eager for a taste of him. Nothing got me hotter than looking up and finding his unwavering gaze settled on me. It was in those moments that I felt like I was his whole world.
Positioning my hands on my knees, I crept my fingers up my thigh while watching Everett’s reaction. He leapt up from the chair. “Fuck.”
He threw his weight across the bed, his hands pinning me down against the mattress. The sharp bite of his teeth on my inner thigh made me yelp in shock. I bucked beneath his weight and he smiled, his eyes alighting with devious intent. His elbows locked between my spread thighs, opening me up wider as he descended, his mouth closing around my cleft. My clit hardened beneath the touch of his lapping tongue. The weight of his body over mine was a welcome restraint as my muscles flexed at the ministrations of his mouth moving against me. That wasn’t the only placed he kissed; his lips touched my upper thighs, my lower stomach, along my hips. They burned every part of me.
I wanted to struggle against his weight, but I also wanted to remain there forever. The balance of emotions kept me frozen in place as he continued making love
to me with his tongue.
“Have I told you how much I love the taste of you?” he asked kissing along my mound. “You know what that means, don’t you? I might have to keep you.”
Everett’s smile held a little bit of mischief and a lot of desire, but most of all I noticed the way he looked at me. God, I hoped he was serious and not just saying something in the moment because what I wanted most, only he had the power to give—himself.
His mouth moved higher, making room for his fingers to spear into me and then I felt the beginning of my undoing. Like a ribbon unraveling, I felt my orgasm ripping through my body.
“Can I come, sir?”
“Hold out just a bit longer, precious. I want to see you squirm.”
He wasn’t lying; he was definitely in a sadistic mood. I can’t remember the amount of times I was brought to the edge, my body raging like an inferno as I dangled there on the precipice of my release. Sweat lined my forehead, my muscles in my legs felt like rubber bands pulled too tight, and I’d taken up shivering in the wake of my orgasm denial.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re this far gone.”
He pushed back the pieces of hair that clung to my skin and looked up with glowing eyes. “Come, precious.”
Dancing fingers traced the curves of my body all the way back down until he was pinning me down and holding me open again.
“I’m gonna…Evereeeeeeeeett!” I screamed his name with my release. My hips twitched and thrusted, riding his mouth harder. There was nowhere for me to go, so I pushed deeper, deeper into him looking for relief with every drag of his tongue. He lunged back, his arms shifting around my waist to hold me in place. I stared down the edge of the bed and watched his feet dig into the mattress, supporting the weight of both of us.
“Fuck, Everett.”
He feasted on me like I was his last meal and I barreled through the first orgasm and headed straight for the second one without reprieve.
“Oh, God, please. Please.”
He released his hold on my waist, letting me drop back into the mattress. I bounced once and he seemed to flip me over on my stomach with a slight hand. Rising to all fours, I turned my head to watch him. Everett rose up on his knees, unbuckling his belt as he watched my ass line up with his hips. The head of his cock sprung up, released from the confinement of his pants. A burst of angry blood settled in his veins, making him long and thick and overflowing with need. Desire pooled in that sticky drop of him. A drop I could taste as surely as if I’d turned around and licked it from the tip of him. My tongue rolled in my mouth as I waited.
“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, and I don’t want you to make a sound. Do you understand, Indigo?”
“Yes, sir.”
With one hand clutched around the base of him and the other on my hip, he pulled me against him. His shaft brushed the outside of my lips, swirling through the proof of my first orgasm, tempting me with the nearness of his hot blood. A moan rose up on heavy breath, but I sealed my lips to stop the sound from springing out into the room. It was as if Everett could sense how on edge I was. His mind and body always seemed to be in tune with exactly what I needed and when I needed it. With the strike of a snake, he sank into me, driving as deep as my body would take him in one solid thrust.
“That’s what I like. That warm, wet pussy stretching to take me.”
He knew what his words did to me. How tense my body grew with the sound of his voice. It was like being wrapped up in his entire being, like I was completely fused with him. My fists tightened in the sheets beneath me as his rhythmic thrusts threw me forward with his momentum. One arm wrapped around my waist, pressing me tight against him, while the other wound its way between my legs. His fingers drove a wedge between my lips, purposely missing the exact spot I wanted to grind down on.
Breath whipped past his teeth as he shoved forward again. His hand ground down harder between my legs, rubbing in circles while still escaping my pleasure center. I huffed out a heavy sigh, careful to make sure it was void of any sound, but I still felt him tense behind me.
“You wouldn’t disobey me would you, Indigo? You know how extreme my punishments can be.”
“No, sir. I am still allowed to breathe though, right sir?
“Sassy girl.” He slapped my ass and plunged in hard, shoving me down until only my elbows could hold me up.
“I’ve been saving this pretty little asshole for a special occasion, but I must say it looks awfully tempting tonight.” The tip of a finger pushed at my entrance, a heavy reminder of his control over my body. My back rose like a bristling cat, the spike of adrenaline shooting down my spine at the threat of his finger. I couldn’t voice my desire, but I wanted to. I wanted to tell him everything he could do to my body, but I had already given him the key. I couldn’t tell him which doors to open and when. That wasn’t the way our relationship worked. There was still so much to know about Everett, still so much he kept hidden from me.
He unhooked his finger from my entrance and stretched his palm up to my shoulder. His hand clutched my shoulder, bouncing me against his thrusting hips while his fingers strummed my clit—back and forth. Pressed against the back of my legs, I could feel his thighs tense behind me, a sure sign that he was ready to erupt.
Hands curled around my shoulder, his body thrown over mine like a winter coat to keep me warm, Everett unleashed the madness within him. His hand wound its way in my hair, and he pulled my head so far back I could see the pained torture of his release written across his face. My throat wobbled at the sound that buried itself in my larynx.
Everett was a sight to see. His hair fell to the side of his face. A sheen of sweat layered his forehead. A blazing fire lit up his eyes. His body torpedoed into mine, and I felt him thicken inside me.
“Indigo,” he breathed my name like a benediction, a word I wasn’t supposed to hear over the sound of my strangled breaths or my own orgasm that he was wrangling from me—a wild horse lassoed by his crushing need. Everett groaned and it sounded mystical in the stillness of the room, like owls hooting over the sound of whispering branches in the wind. My elbows then fell, the cool sheets welcoming my face like a familiar friend. My body squeezed out my orgasm, like a thing it needed to purge. I searched for oxygen in the bed, my lungs exhausted from holding in my screams. Sparks burst behind my clenched eyes as the waves of our orgasms crashed together.
Sunday, November 8th
I woke to bright light pouring in through the curtains we’d left open the night before. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the table beside the bed told me it was almost 9 a.m. Turning over, I found Everett still asleep. The sunrays painted him in angelic hues, making his features softer in the unfiltered light. Stubble dotted his firm jaw, and his lashes looked like spider legs. The pomade usually masking his unruly hair was completely gone, leaving his strands loose and wayward from a rough night of slumber.
Curling into his open arms, I remembered how he rolled over the night before, pulling me into his warmth like that spot of his body had been carved with me in mind. I was a perfect fit—his chest was my pillow and his feet tangled with mine, locking me into his embrace.
Still entrenched in slumber, his face invited my fingers to bridge that invisible space that usually kept me from touching him. I traced the shell of his ear before sliding my fingers across his scalp, feeling the smooth locks beneath my fingertips. Parts of his honey-soaked strands melded with the color of my hand.
So quick, I didn’t even register he was awake, his hand closed over mine. He held me there, my hand in his, absorbing the depth of the moment. Still shaking off the dregs of night, his eyelashes struggled to part. Those green eyes I’d spent weeks memorizing opened, leaving me breathless.
He stared back at me, unblinking. His hand shifted, pulling my fingers across his unshaven jaw, seedlings of hair prickling my sensitive flesh like needles. I relished the discomfort, savoring the way he held me gently in his hand. It was the closest we’d come to holding hand
s, and I was starved for the simple affection.
I knew this man could never be something as simple as my boyfriend, but I held him in my heart the way a little girl held onto her first love—with a type of holy reverence. An intangible, untouchable devotion to something so pure. I was falling for Everett.
Everett pulled my hand down to his lips and kissed the tips of my fingers, cherishing them against the fullness of his mouth. He never broke eye contact. Instead, he looked at me as if he intended to break me with the gesture. The look rang of an unspoken test. Why did it feel like he was always looking for ways to break me? As if he needed to find a valid reason to put a stop to this whole thing. My will was unshaken. I took that as encouragement to prove I was deserving of his affection.
“Do you typically molest men while they’re sleeping?”
“Not usually on Sundays.”
“Only every other day of the week?”
“Depends on whether I keep them around till morning.”
“A heartbreaker. I can picture that. Most boys your age probably don’t have the courage to take on a lioness like you.”
“And you do?”
He stopped kissing my fingers and gripped my waist, pulling me tighter against his body. His lips closed over mine, extinguishing the breath from my lungs. Everett rolled me beneath him, his tongue swiping mine as he devoured me. Heat billowed around me as his mouth fell to the crook of my neck, licking my pulse point that thumped wildly with my racing heart.
“You’re but a cub to me.” He nipped my neck with his teeth and leapt up, saying, “Now, get up and start the shower. I’m going to order us breakfast then join you in a bit.”
Everett threw back the covers and the muscles of his body flexed as he reached across the bed for the phone on the nightstand.
“Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Belford? Can I starch your shirt while I’m at it?”