He had to taste her.
Would die for just one drop of her ripe, delicious cunt on his tongue.
She would understand, and be patient.
He slipped his hand inside his pants, touching his penis. Feeling the smooth, veined, hardness.
Dripping pre-come all over his fingers.
A low, deep, groan of agony and need escaped.
Forcing its way past his lips.
He fisted himself. Stroking rapidly. Breathing faster. Harsher. Fucking his cock relentlessly. Desperately, as she fucked him…in his mind.
In spite of himself, he visualized Ty. Sucking her gorgeous, pretty little clit into his mouth. Danny thrusting into her from behind.
And Lena, grinding herself against Ty’s mouth. Forcing his head between her legs with one hand. Gripping the bar with the other.
He imagined how slick and moist she must have been, sitting on Ty’s lap. Fantasy and reality finally converging.
He remembered her face as she was about to come. The moist sweat covering her body. The way her lips parted. Her breathing, becoming more labored and rushed.
He could still feel the air shift. Changing as she found her release with Ty. Her spicy, sweet scent. Mingling with his darker, earthier one.
He stroked himself faster and faster. Bruising his cock. Making it rough and painful. Essential and necessary to satisfy the darkness of his need.
Finally, he obtained the relief he sought, coming with a torn, hoarse cry. The force of his climax ripped through him like a tidal wave. Holding it in for so long, he had no physical control left. He came all over his hands and fingers, a seemingly endless amount of warm, liquid semen.
He reached for a crumpled napkin on the floor. Cleaning himself and sitting back. Letting his heart rate slow. Vaguely aware of the tears rolling down his face.
Not wiping them away.
He sat like that for a while. Staring out the window at nothing.
Eventually he started the car. Driving towards the exit of the parking garage. As he drove, he noticed a familiar car parked adjacent to his, and slowed to let Remy know he was leaving.
His window came down, but before he could say anything, he abruptly stopped. Seeing Elizabeth.
Her tongue practically down his bodyguard’s throat, as he cupped her breasts from behind. Danny watched her. Moving up and down in a way that was all too recognizable.
He knew he could continue ignoring this. What he knew had been going on for months. Act like he never saw a fucking thing.
An hour ago, it might have been easy to do.
Until he saw a glimpse of what he could have.
What he could have had all along.
If he finally allowed himself to be happy.
Just once.
He looked down at his cell phone, turning the camera on. He raised it, and after hesitating, snapped a few shots.
She didn’t even see the flash.
He drove to the entrance of the parking garage. Paying the attendant, before pulling out into the street.
He waited at the first stoplight. Forwarding the pictures to his attorney, Sasha, with three words in the heading.
File the papers.
He paused one last time, looking over the pictures. Seeing her suck Remy’s fingers into her mouth.
When the light turned green, Danny continued driving.
Into the night.
Heading home.
Wherever the fuck that was.
Book 2
Chapter 1
“So.”
“So...yeah.”
“Here we are.”
“What?”
“I was just saying…here we are. Club’s closed. Everyone’s gone.”
“Oh. Right.”
Silence.
“So.”
“So...yeah.”
“We gonna talk about this?”
“Talk about what?”
“Well…for starters…my dick is about an inch from your pussy.”
“Oh. Um…” Lena trailed off.
Delving back into the quiet thing she was doing.
Not moving from his lap. Which she currently sat on.
Ty’s laugh was quiet. Rueful.
He kissed the back of her arm.
“You know…you keep talking so much I won’t get a word in edgewise.”
More silence.
“Hey…that was a joke.” He gently nudged her. “Ha ha?”
Lena gave a faint smile in his general direction. Lapsing back into silence. Typical Lena avoidance.
He should have known better.
That’s my girl…deny till the end.
“I’m not your girl.”
“Wait…what?”
“You were thinking out loud. Like when the words appear in a cloud above your head. You’re not that hard.”
“Um…really?”
“To read. You’re not that hard…to read. Is what I meant.”
She cleared her throat, trying not to meet his eyes.
“Transparent. You were transparent. I knew what you were thinking. You were all, oh hey, that’s my girl Lena…deny everything. I’m not your girl.”
She stared off into space as she spoke.
Eventually becoming silent. Again.
He frowned.
She could maybe not do that reading his mind shit.
It was weird.
Ty knew now wasn’t the right time to discuss anything remotely resembling what happened between them.
Especially anything about Danny.
The absolutely stricken, haunted look on her face when he left. He would never forget it as long as he lived.
She was devastated. He knew he was mostly responsible.
He also knew they crossed a line they could never go back from. Having your penis wedged between your best friend’s thighs after almost fucking her could do that to a person.
Stupendous orgasms gave a clarity nothing else could.
All to the display of the man she had loved for years.
Even if she never did openly acknowledge that fact.
What in fuck was wrong with him, pulling this shit?
You knew exactly what you were doing. Don’t even try to grow a conscience now.
He gave a less than regretful sigh. It was too late for all that anyway. Not that he had many hindsight being 20/20 moments. What’s done was done.
“Lena.”
“What…Ty.”
“Oh, so you remember my name now.”
Ty had nerve to be annoyed, he knew. Like that shit ever stopped his arrogant ass. Nerve was never something he lacked.
“And by the way, it’s an expression. I know you’re not mine. At least, not entirely.”
He said that part under his breath.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Now Lena looked annoyed.
“Which part?”
“What?” She sounded altogether confused now.
“Never mind.” She wasn’t supposed to hear that part.
“The only part I take objection to. You, somehow being pissed at me. And for what, might I be so bold as to inquire?” Lena asked sarcastically. This annoyed him further.
“Gee, I don’t know, baby. You sounded like you didn’t know my name for a minute. I was just making sure.”
“You know what? I so don’t want to hear this right now. Especially not from you.”
She stood to move from him while he remained seated. Refusing to acknowledge her body’s almost immediate response to his expanding erection.
“And I’m not yours. I’m not his either. So we’re clear.”
Before she could shift from between his legs, he grabbed her. Turning her around to face him. Fitting himself and his burgeoning cock. Conveniently back where it started.
He would deal with that issue momentarily.
“No, I think you do need to hear it darlin’. Especially from me. Whether you want to or not. Because the motherfucker you were thinking about?
He’s gone. Ghost. Like the mist. Like he always does. And I stayed. Like I always do. Picking up the pieces.”
Damn. So much for keeping his big, fat mouth closed.
Lena’s eyes watered for a minute, trying to betray her once again. She was all over the place. With good reason. By sheer force of will, she regained control.
Second time, baby. Don’t do this. Don’t let him get to you.
Not again. Please not again.
Neither of these bastards are worth this shit.
Yes they were.
They were more than worth it. And she knew that. She just wasn’t ready to deal with this…or them. Not right now.
Another time. Not tonight. Please God…not tonight.
She didn’t even want to think about Danny.
She glared at Ty. Watching him watch her. He was silent as he studied her. Not one word. Only a curious expression that as usual, she could not decipher.
“Like you always do? Excuse me? Is that what it is you do? Because I wasn’t sure.” Lena raised her brow at him in disbelief. “The way I see it, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. This shit was all your idea anyway, so excuse the fuck out of me if I don’t see things your way.”
Take that, fucker.
Not that any of this…disastrous monstrosity…
Actually happened.
That is, it would be a disastrous monstrosity…
Of epic proportions.
If it had happened.
Which it hadn’t.
She would deny this shit for as long as humanly possible.
He was right about that, at least. He did know her well.
Almost as well as she knew him.
Of that, she was smugly certain.
And even though his penis…good lord, his gorgeous, eighth wonder of the fucking world dick. Wedged tight, against the outer lips of her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second-
Wait…
Where was she?
Oh yeah.
Even though it felt awesomely, fantastically, soft and silky, crushed velvet rubbing up against her electrically charged flesh. She closed her eyes. Willing herself to move.
Even though what never really happened…
Felt pretty fucking amazing.
Even though right now, his deliciously yummy, thick, fat cock was getting harder. Expanding, every second. Still covered in her juices…still mingled with wetness from him.
Even though he had one of the best feeling dicks, this side of the Mason Dixon line.
She adored that expression.
For a split second, she was obscenely delighted she had an excuse to use it today.
“So we’re back to blaming me for everything, right?”
She blinked at him. Startled he spoke.
“What do you mean, back? We never left. It’s always your fault. Isn’t everything? Unless it’s Reese’s.”
Ty gave her a knowing grin.
Lena frowned, instantly suspicious. He was so sneaky.
This one, right here. She’d have to keep an eye on him.
Before you know it, she’d be right back where she started, doing things she-
Ty wrapped his arms around her waist. Effectively locking her in. Trapping her from moving when she tried.
“Let me go, Ty.”
“No.”
“Ty…I’m serious. Let me go.” She panicked as her body betrayed her once again. Responding to Ty’s evil, crafty ways.
Well, now. Aren’t we the whorefully dirty little slut, with no discipline to speak of?
Yeah, well…you know what, bitch? Until that chocolate brownie ice cream doesn’t make my ass look like a two by four…I guess we’re about even. So shut the fuck up.
Why did her conscience sometimes sound like Elizabeth Hurley?
Later. One crisis at a time.
Right now, she had to deal with Ty and his wayward cock. Trying to make her pussy his new home.
“You’re not accomplishing anything, Ty. Why are you doing this?”
“Oh, no other reason than because I can.” Ty sounded smug as her body heated. Reacting whether she wanted to or not. She was becoming a raging inferno. A flame needing lit. He was the accelerator.
“I guess it’s my fault that wet, beautifully dripping pussy of yours came hard, all over my cock. That I was one thrust away from being thoroughly embedded in your luscious little cunt?”
His tone conversational. As if discussing the weather.
He slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Palming the soft, silky mound of dampened curls between her legs.
He leaned forward. Drawing her in. Enveloping her scent. Allowing it to tease his senses.
Lena gasped, a frantic moan escaping.
“Oh my god, Ty…You are so fucking nasty. I can’t even believe you right now.”
“Yeah, I know. Devil incarnate. That’s me.”
“But…so I’m clear. Say cunt one more time. You know. To make sure I heard it right.”
Ty laughed involuntarily. The sound muffled against her thigh. He gave a resigned shake of his head. She would never stop making him laugh at the most inopportune moments. Never stop thoroughly driving him insane.
He was so head over heels, it wasn’t even funny.
Damn.
“Cunt.” He whispered against her skin. Holding her close to his lips. Breathing her musky fragrance in.
“Fuck. That’s freaking hot. Shit. Wait…No…Ty stop…We have to stop. What are you doing? What are we doing? What am I letting you do?”
“Will you calm the fuck down? I’m doing what you want me to do. What we both want me to do. You know it, and so do I. Let it happen.” He kissed the inside of her bare thigh.
“I’m also setting the record straight. So we’re clear.”
His tone slightly mocking. Repeating her words back to her.
“If you want me to stop, really want me to stop, I will. Tell me again. Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. And I walk away. Right now. Say it, Lena. You have to say it. I won’t be able to let you go if you don’t.”
Ty’s voice was a hoarse whisper. All traces of mockery gone. His other hand dropping from her waist, to the other side of her thighs.
“God help me. I might not be able to let you go, even if you do.”
His fingers were anything but soft, as they kneaded her naked skin. Firm and agile, they continued tormenting her. Traveling up her legs. Grazing over her pussy. Lightly fingering her delicate folds.
She fought against the sensation. Writhing against the wet, muscled slickness of his fingers.
He leaned forward without warning, pushing her skirt up higher. Exposing damp, silkened skin. Pressing his soft lips to her core. The gentlest of kiss. Causing her to jerk against his mouth in response.
“You are so wet and ripe right now, baby…like a peach. I want to savor you. Every. Succulent. Bite. Are you absolutely sure, you don’t want me to take care of this for you?”
He blew his warm breath against her. Tightening his grip on her thighs so she couldn’t move, but where he allowed.
“I have wanted to taste you for so fucking long, Lena.”
Ty murmured against her skin. His every word causing tortuous, vibrating pleasure. Her hips moved frantically, hungrily, against his lips.
“Please…let me do this. I promise you that’s all I’ll take.
Nothing more.”
Lena laughed, a choked, breathless sound.
“Liar.”
“Yeah. I know. That shit sounded good though, right?”
Ty laughed along with her, looking up at her. Struck once again at how beautiful she was. Especially when she laughed.
She had the best laugh.
Free and infectious. Like she didn’t care who heard her.
He wished she did it more.
He wished he didn’t care so much that she didn’t.
Lena looked down at him. Noticing how ridiculously green his eyes were. Framing his impossi
bly long lashes. Almost like a girl’s. Maybe even longer.
She could never understand that shit. Why did God feel it necessary to give boys longer lashes? Girls were the ones who clearly needed them for world domination.
Further evidence God was a woman.
Only a bitchy, catty female wouldn’t share long lashes with other chicks. Bestowing it on the male of the species. Utterly undeserving. More importantly, devoid of any knowledge whatsoever of what to do with them.
Not that there was anything feminine about Tyler Malone.
One hundred percent grade a premium male.
And not one to frown at.
He was gorgeous and he knew it. With a head full of the curliest, inky-black hair she had ever seen on a man.
Her laughter faded, realizing where they found themselves.
Again.
She gradually became aware of him staring at her. With that unfathomable expression she never could decipher.
“I should go, Ty…before anything else happens we regret.” She cleared her throat.
“Not that anything happened before. Because it didn’t. But if it did…which it didn’t…let’s not do something we’ll both regret tomorrow.”
“I understand you feel that way. I can even empathize with your plight. But I suppose that’s the difference between you and me.”
Ty leaned forward.
“I don’t regret this.”
He glanced up. Catching her gaze and holding it. Taking her in his mouth. Sucking her swollen clit with bruising intensity. Lena whimpered, her body taking control. Shoving herself into his face. Using her hands. Pushing him down deeper. Further.
She tangled her hands in his soft hair, yanking it. Smothering him. Pressing herself against his mouth.
He was suffocating. Couldn’t breathe. But stopping was not an option. Fucking her with his mouth, like his life depended on it, was. She ground into him with brutal force.
Ty groaned against her. Licking, twirling, circling his tongue around her clit. Drawing the fleshy lips of her labia into his mouth as well.
He bit down on her flesh, sliding his fingers inside her. Two fingers, then three.
“Release it, baby. Let me taste that cream. Jesus Fucking Christ…you feel so good in my mouth, Lena…give it all to me.”
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