by Kat Blak
“Is that look for me or the bread?” Jasper jokes. Forcing my eyes up to him, I can see a hunger in them that I don’t think is for the bread. The way his eyes roam my body makes me feel hot and naked, I can feel my pulse starting to race. In the next breath, the room fills back up with the rest of the guys. Honestly, I had been so focused on Jasper and his oh so perfect ass, I didn't even realize we had been alone.
“Oh God, the smell of that bread is amazing,” says Nunu as he takes the seat out next to mine.
“Just in time, the food is ready,” Jasper responds as he starts removing the pots from the stove. I still have no idea what he has made. The guys start grabbing the different dishes of food and heading into another room. Nunu elbows me gently and nods his head in their direction prompting me to jump off the stool to follow. Walking behind the guys, we go through another door and into what I can only describe as a dining room come sitting room. It’s one big room with couches and a television at one end, and a table and chairs at the other. Heading over to the table I see that it has already been set with mats and cutlery. Damn these guys are organized, or are they just trying to impress me. Nunu being a true gentleman holds the chair out for me to slide onto. Glancing around the table, I take in all the food. Everything looks incredible and the smell is just mouth watering. On the table is a fresh salad with croutons, a big bowl of spaghetti and another with what looks like carbonara.
“So, the sauce is carbonara, with pieces of ham in. Oh shit, you're not a vegetarian are you? Even the salad has bacon flakes in it!” Jasper says quickly, looking at me for confirmation. Obviously because I look like a hippy, I must be a vegetarian.
Taking a big sigh, “I am indeed vegetarian. It’s not right for us to hurt Mother Nature’s animals for our own selfish gain.” Everyone around the table stops eating and starts gazing between themselves. I'm not sure how long I can keep this straight face for. I can see all but Cal starting to panic.
“Fuck, we should have asked first before we invited you for dinner,” Nunu says.
“Why? You wouldn’t have invited me if you knew I was a vegetarian?” I ask with mock anger.
“No, no, no, nothing like that. We would have just been more prepared,” Tek says.
Suddenly Jasper is jumping up from the table. “I can throw together a quick salad with no meat, would that be ok?”
“Guys, calm down, she is full on pulling your legs,” Cal says between bites of food. Every eye in the room turns to look at me.
Cracking a smile, I just respond with “gotcha,” and the table erupts in laughter.
Chapter Nineteen
The main part of dinner goes without any incidents. It's only when the dessert comes out that arguments start to happen. Jasper had made the most delicious cheesecake I’ve ever tasted. I'm trying to savor every bite I take. I'm also trying to stop the moans leaving my lips, but a girl only has so much willpower. I can feel the guy's eyes on me, watching me lick my spoon clean after every mouthful. As I'm taking the last bite, the doorbell rings. Glancing round I wonder who it could be as everyone who lives here is sitting at the table. No one stands up to get it.
“Are you expecting someone?” I ask, looking around.
“No”
“No”
“Nope”
“Maybe”
They all say one after the other. When the doorbell rings again, I get up to answer it, as none of them are making a move. Damn guys being so bloody lazy, I bet it's only because a girl’s in the house. Heading over to the front door, I open it wide and take a step back when I see who is standing there in a long brown coat. The kind you see flashers wear. It's the blonde Barbie girl from the classroom. I have already forgotten her name. Not really sure if I should invite her in or not, I just kind of stand there frozen. She pushes past me and marches into the house.
The shoulder check brings me out of my shocked state and I march right behind her. When we enter the dining room, she instantly heads over to Cal and stands behind him whispering things into his ear. The rage I feel is burning. They invited me over and I thought we would clear the air about what is going on with us, but no. Instead he invited over his booty call.
“Next time you want to talk about the future, in an adult manner, then come find me. Until then, leave me the fuck alone.” I can’t believe it, I thought we were finally making progress at dinner. Cal will always be a man whore and I will never be able to change that. I refuse to let him see how much that realization is breaking my heart. I have already failed this mission before it’s even started. The thought of disappointing Mother Nature is shattering. But if I’m being honest, it’s the fact Cal doesn’t want me that really kills. I can feel my eyes starting to fill with liquid. I can’t let them see my pain.
Running from the room, I need to find a bathroom where I can safely let the tears fall. As I reach the first door at the top of the stairs I find it unlocked, so I push it open and go inside. It's not the bathroom I was hoping for, but with all the shouting going on downstairs I don't want to leave this room. The room is dark, with only a desk lamp on to illuminate it. Heading over to the seat in front of the desk I sit down. Glancing around, there is a king size bed with dark bedding on it, a dark wooden chest of drawers with clothes spilling out and this desk and chair. That is all the furniture in the room, but there are bits of paper thrown around everywhere.
Picking one up off the carpeted floor, I uncrumple it and lay it flat on the desk. It's a sketch of an eye. The detail is extraordinary, even down to the individual fleks inside the iris. The eye lashes are long with a slight curl at the end. They have even drawn the eyebrow. Fascinated with the drawing, I bend down to grab another bit of crumpled paper. This one is of a hand, the hand looks femine with thin fingers and longish nails.
I can hear the commotion going on downstairs, but this room makes me feel safe. The guys seem to be shouting at each other and stomping around. I hope this is Nunu's room, as he is the one I have built the most trust with so far. Maybe they will think I have gone home and I can sneak out when they are doing something else. I need to speak to Mother Nature again. She needs to find someone else to do this, as I don't think it's me. I think the Fates have it wrong.
Trying to stop the dark thoughts creeping in, I grab another piece of paper. Laying it flat, the image is breathtaking. It's me. Well it's my face and hair at least. The artist has drawn a portrait of me. I look beautiful, I've never seen myself as a beautiful person before. I know I'm not ugly, but I also wouldn't consider myself as breathtaking. That’s exactly what the artist has captured in me. In the drawing I'm looking away with a contemplative look on my face.
Before I have a chance to pick up another one the door is opening and Tek is walking in. He is just as shocked to see me sitting at the desk as I am to see him. My heart is racing, wondering if he is going to shout at me to get out, or for invading his privacy. But instead a smile lifts at the corner of his mouth and he quietly closes the door.
“I see you’ve found my room,” he says in a whispered voice.
“This is your room?” I respond with shock lacing my tone. That would make him the artist. “You drew these?” I ask, pointing down at the pictures on the desk as he stalks closer to me. When he reaches me, he crouches down to sit on his haunches directly in front of me, making us eye level.
“Yes,” he purrs, “These are all of you.” His eyes are fully focused on me, unblinking. I can feel my heart rate picking up. I watch as his eyes take in my face. All this attention is making my mouth go dry, causing me to run my tongue over my bottom lip, hoping to dampen it. His eyes seem to narrow on that moment. I watch as his adam's apple moves up and down, everything about him is enticing.
“Since walking into your mother’s shop, you have ensnared my mind, body and soul. All I can see is you,” he whispers, moving his hand up to capture my cheek. His eyes shouting the truth of his whispered words. His touch is gentle in contrast to his size, just making me want him that much more.
/> I watch him, captivated, as his tongue sneaks out of his plump, pink lips moistening them, causing them to glisten under the desk lamp. When his tongue snakes over his lip ring, my body shudders. I wonder what his lips would feel like running up the inside of my thighs? How his tongue would feel lapping at my centre. That thought has me clenching around the emptiness I need filling.
Watching his pupils dilate, his eyes fully black as the dead of night. I know he is thinking the same. My heart rate starts to beat faster, and my lips part. No words leave me though because, without any hesitation, I crash my lips to his.
Our tongues, teeth and lips devour and consume each other. I can feel him in the deepest parts of myself, of my soul. Without taking another moment he grabs me under the legs with his powerful hands. Lifting me off the chair like I weigh nothing, I wrap my legs around his waist. Feeling how turned on he is against my heated, wet pussy. Without any shame, I rub my core against his bulging pants, desperately needing some kind of relief. As a moan leaves my lips, a hiss leaves his, breaking apart our kiss. We catch our breath for a moment, locked in each other's lust-filled eyes. Breathing rapidly still, he starts nipping and sucking down the tender flesh of my neck.
I want to see his body. No, I need to see his body. It's like a driving force coursing through my veins. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt, I yank it over his head. He’s built just as I expected, like an Adonis God. All ripples and muscles. Fuck, just the sight of him makes me wetter.
Wiggling in his arms, he understands what I want and slides me down his ripped, honed body, placing me on my feet. On my descent down the hard plains of his body, I start nipping and sucking on his skin. Starting at his nipples I work my way down, enticing agonized moans from him. A thrill running through me at the thought that I can bring this huge man such pleasure and need. All the way down, I follow the trail of dark hair which leads to the promised land. Before I can reach my hands into his waistband and pull his gray sweats down, he growls and fists my dress, ripping it clean off my body.
I look up at him as he takes a sharp intake of breath. His eyes are pulsing and hungry. “You are everything I expected and more.” He reaches his hands under my armpits, lifting me off my knees. "I want you, every single sweet inch of your soft skin." He throws me onto the bed, and I let a little squeak and giggle out, excitement thrumming through me.
Slinking my body up the bed, I crook a finger at him. "Come get me, big boy." I can't help myself, I want to see if he obeys. I position myself at the top of the bed and part my legs. His eyes flare with heat and he becomes a predator as he stalks towards the bed.
Starting with my left foot, he kisses along the instep and up to the back of my knee. His coarse beard tickling my skin as he goes. Reaching the inside of my thigh with his scorching mouth. I'm so highly strung that I beg him to kiss me where I most want him. But instead, he passes straight over and heads down the other leg. Releasing a frustrated groan, I contemplate begging once more, but I'm not going to lower myself by doing it again. Instead, I grab his head and tug on his hair. He gets the message and brings his lips up to mine.
As we start kissing again, he rubs his hard cock, that is still frustratingly covered by his sweats, against my core. “Fuck, we have too many clothes on still,” I say to him frustrated. Leaning forward, he reaches to unclasps my lacy bra and slides the straps off my arms. Before I'm even able to make it to my panties to take them off, he already has one of my nipples in between his teeth, while his fingers pinch the other. I want to demand he take the rest of my clothes off, but as I open my mouth a guttural moan escapes instead.
I’ve never been a very vocal person before during sex or foreplay, but it would seem that I am now. I need to get his teeth and mouth away from my nipples, if he carries on I'm going to be coming all too soon. Grabbing his head to bring it back up to my mouth, I slide my tongue over his piercing before plunging it inside his warm wet mouth.
“Take- off- your- boxers-, now-!” I demand in between mouth fucking. This can no longer be classed as kissing, we are full-on trying to climb inside each other's mouths.
“I love a girl who knows what she wants and just takes it,” Tek responds while managing to ease his boxers down with one hand. Once his boxers are off, I look down and see his huge dick standing proudly on display. Fuck me, is that a silver ring I see on the end of his cock. I want to take a closer look when we have finished fucking. The thought of that ring hitting my g-spot has my legs shaking with need.
“The force is strong with this one,” I say, licking my lips. I’m thinking about taking him into my mouth and deep throating him. What kind of noises could I pull from him again? Before I can even move, he is pulling off my lacy panties, whilst chuckling at my lame ass line.
My underwear hits the floor and I can feel how wet I am down there. The fire in his eyes tells me he can also see me glistening with desire. Without warning he plunges two fingers inside me, my scream of pleasure rips from me as he fucks me with his fingers.
"Enjoying yourself, Alex? Do you like me being inside you?" His voice is rough and heavy. “Next time, I will be taking a lick of this tight little pussy,” he promises. “But I think you are too sexually deprived right now, and I want your first orgasm to be caused by my dick. I want your cream to drench me.” His dirty talk just turns me on so much more. I can feel my core clenching around his fingers. I feel it start to build, but before my orgasm hits he pulls his fingers from me. I growl at him for depriving me of my release. His wicked smile has me snapping my mouth shut. The glint of power in his eyes makes my protest die on my tongue, and I gulp instead.
Covering me with his huge, honed body, I'm pinned beneath power. My breath is coming in short, quick spurts. Thrusting his hips hard, he plunges his shaft straight into me. It’s so hard that I actually move up the bed. Pleasure rips through me, holy fuck balls. He feels so good inside of me. He starts moving in and out, harder and faster. The headboard whacking against the wall as he slams into me, over and over. Friction builds the heat and that little bit of metal rubbing over my G-spot is what pushes me closer to the edge. I so desperately want to fall off, but at the same time I don't want this to end.
My fingers bite hard into his powerful arms as my pussy clenches and clasps around his huge cock. I feel the telltale sign of my impending orgasm. The spasms of my muscles are uncontrollable, the tingling feeling, the rapid breathing. Tek reaches down and starts rubbing my clit, and he hits the detonator. Fireworks go off inside my head. Every muscle in my body tenses and then relaxes. I may or may not have shouted his name. Loudly. Let’s just hope everyone else in the house is busy with headphones on, or they will for sure know I’m still here.
Within seconds of my orgasm trailing off, I can feel Tek is on the verge too. Removing my hands from his arms, I run them down his neck, towards his chest and gently pluck his nipples like guitar strings. His roar of pleasure fills the room. The feeling of his shaft jumping inside me, the steel tapping at my core, while he releases his seed, has me clamping down again and another orgasm rips through my body. Panting and breathing hard, Tek collapses onto me, rolling off before he crushes me.
After we’ve both ridden out our orgasms he lays next to me, running his fingers over my face. It's at the gentle feel of his touch that I begin to feel my power building inside of me again and out of nowhere it zaps him. Just like it did with Nunu. My eyes go wide expecting him to have a mental breakdown like Nunu did, but instead, he just captures my lips in a bruising kiss.
Once he has finished kissing me, he heads over to the door, opens it and leaves. I'm left perplexed and panting on the bed, not to mention sore!
Chapter Twenty
Fucking unicorn cum. Has that fucktard just left me in bed by myself? More to the point, has he just walked out of this room buck ass naked? Yes would be the answer to both those questions. Looking around for my clothes, I feel a little used. I can't believe he has just fucked me and walked off. It was so incredible and earth shattering, y
et the softness with which he kissed me afterwards seemed to balance things out. As he ran his fingers gently over my face, it wasn’t just power I could feel building, it was butterflies. I’m starting to really like this guy. Plus, what the hell was with my power again? Why is it that as soon as I feel something for one of them, it has to go and zap them. Fuck, I expected this kind of behaviour from Cal, not from Tek. He may be the silent, brooding one, but the way he looks at me and the intensity of the drawings actually made me believe he might like me too. The empty realization of being rejected after the best sex of my life feels like a fucking elephant is sat on my chest. I need to get out of this room, like now.
As I’m about to hop off the bed, get dressed and head for my walk of shame, Tek comes striding back in.
“Huh,” I say out loud. “Where did you go?” I ask not wanting to sound needy, but he kinda just up and left after we had sex. What could have been that important?
“I went to get a wet washcloth to clean you up with, unless you want to take a shower that is?” Well, now I'm the one feeling like an absolute bellend. I'm not really sure what to say back to him, so I just sit there watching him walk towards me. Once he reaches me, he slowly spreads my legs apart and gently wipes me down. I suddenly feel all awkward and strange. A guy has never taken care of me like this before, it's always been wham bam thank you ma’am. Once he has finished he smiles up at me, it’s a truly genuine smile.
“Uh, thank you,” I say back, not really sure what else I can say. Standing up from the bed I walk over to grab my clothes. Well my knickers are a no go as they are wet, and who wants to put wet knickers back on? Not this girl! But I also don't have any pockets to hide them in, and I am not going to walk down stairs with my underwear in my hand. That would just be too mortifying.
“You don't by any chance have any stairs outside your window leading to the curb do you?” I ask hopefully.