Steele

by Kelly Gendron

  “No.” It’s the truth. From the moment I saw him standing shirtless in front of the open window in that run-down apartment building in Chicago, my body has wanted this man. Something inside me moved; a part of me that hasn’t had any life since Trevor was resurrected. Now awakened, it’s starving, and I must feed it! “I want you to take me, Steele. Take me right here, right now. I’m done fighting you.”

  “Really?” His mouth lowers to my neck. “That’s too bad. I was liking the challenge.” His lips softly press against my skin, his warm breath moving along my dimpled flesh. “But fight or not, tonight, I will take you. Rest assured, tonight, we will fuck,” he whispers into my ear, bending me easily to his will. A large warm hand clamps around my neck, strong fingers advance on my skin, scoring down over my collarbone to my chest. Soliciting my desires, highlighting my heated flesh, and claiming my ripe body, he prepares me to become his.

  And I’m ready to belong to him. If not for only this night, I surrender. He yanks my bra to the side. My nipple peaks. My back arches. Unabashedly, I offer him my breasts. His mouth latches onto my protruding tip. One hand uses my hair to hold me back from reacting, frozen in position as he feasts on me, while his other hand firmly holds my swollen mound in place so he can kiss, lick, and suckle me at will. He lightly blows on my erect tip, pampering and prepping my nipple for the graze of his teeth. The first nibble beckons a moan from me, the second a cry, but the bite—the hard, stinging bite—nearly brings me to my knees. It’s a pain like no other. Pleasurable pain. Clawing from the inside out, I feel every inch of me scream for his attention. I struggle restlessly beneath his control. I need more.

  “Stay still,” he mumbles against my tender nipple. “Or”—he kisses my hard nub—“doesn’t it feel good?” He lands a couple of more kisses upon my rippled flesh. “If you want a little mercy, you know what to do.”

  “I don’t want any mercy. I want you.”

  “Then be a good girl and don’t fight me.”

  “I’m not fighting you. I’m fighting me. I can’t take it. I want you inside me now.”

  “Sorry.” He chuckles, near black eyes laughing up at me. “But you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

  “Why?”

  “Did you ever consider that maybe I want to lick your pussy like this”—his wet tongue glides over my nipple—“before I fuck you?”

  “Oh-ho.” My voice quivers amidst the hot chills ravishing my body.

  “Or maybe, I want to play a little like this.” He squeezes my nipple between his finger and thumb and tugs. He works the sensitive tiny ball of flesh at the end of my breast, and all I can think about is his hand between my legs. His fingers working me there too … Oh, no! Don’t think about it. No, don’t go there. You will come! “Or maybe, I want to spank your ass like this.” He slaps my breast, not too hard but not very light. The sound snaps to my ears, and like with the pluck and release of any instrument, my body vibrates. “That’s depending on what kind of girl you are tonight. Do you want to be a bad girl this evening, Miss Rigsby?” He taps my breast again a little harder.

  A sort of whimper spews from my trembling lips. “Noooo.”

  “You sure?” He taps my breast even hard.

  “Yessss. I … oh, yessss, please,” I say between gasps. “Please, stop, just⸻Shit!” I squirm under another slap, fighting for more air. “Just take me, please, Steele, stop this … and⸻”

  As if he knows the bough is about to break, he releases my hair, my breast, and my dire need to surrender. “Okay, good girl it is then.” He steps a foot back, allowing the space between us to return. “Take off your panties. I want you naked.”

  Without pause, I wiggle my hips and pull the thin material of my underwear from around my feet, discarding them on the floor. I stand straight, square my shoulders, and thrust out my aching breasts.

  I. Am. Ready.

  “Good.” He baths my body with a slow wash of his eyes as he rubs his chin. “Now walk over to the bed, lie on your back, and spread your legs for me.”

  I bite my lip, nervous about the request. Can’t he do it? Pick me up, carry me over to the bed, and put me on it. Can’t he take control as he did with my nipples?

  “Do as you’re asked, please.”

  “O-kay.” I did promise no more fighting. I twist around on the balls of my bare feet and make my way over to the bed, feeling sexy as hell knowing he’s watching me. My ass cheeks heat, blushing from the inside out. I resume the position he politely requested, planting my feet firmly into the mattress. “Is this right?” I gently sway my thighs open and closed.

  “Yes.” His near black eyes sparkle from across the room. “That’s perfect.” He removes his shoes and socks and walks over to me, shedding his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

  Oh, my God, this is it. He’s finally going to …

  “I want to taste you.”

  Taste me?

  He settles between my legs. Oh, hell! There’s no way I’m going to survive a taste test now. I need some release. Quick. “Shit!” My hips pull back the second I feel his hot mouth on my pussy. Something moist, strong, and smooth strokes me. Mother of … it’s got to be his tongue. Wait! I lift my head. What’s going on now? He’s stretching me open. Hang on, I’m not sure if he’s doing it with his tongue or some stranded finger, but something just touched my ... “Steele!” I grab his head. “Please! Steele!” I jerk him closer to me unable to concentrate on the culprit responsible for attacking my defenseless clitoris. “I can’t take it.” I grip his short hair and smother my pussy in his face. “Oh God!” Legs locked around him, I gyrate my hips to the erotic evasion. “If you don’t stop, I am going to come!”

  There, I warned him!

  Overriding my strength, he shifts back and looks up at me with a grin. “Then come.”

  “But …” I drop my head back with a grrrr. I don’t want it to end. Is that selfish?

  “You did say you wanted to be a good girl tonight, right?”

  “Yes,” I quietly respond. Hell, just hearing him say good girl makes me want to explode.

  “Well, to do that, you’ll have to do what I want, and I want you to come all over my face.”

  My head pops back up.

  His eyebrow lifts. “Okay?”

  I gaze down into his gorgeous face. “Okay.” I drop my head back onto the pillow, relaxing my legs, not about to argue.

  It doesn’t take long for his mouth to find my clitoris and takes even less time for me to do what he has politely requested.

  My muscles tighten, and my upper thighs begin to quiver. He sucks every ounce of sexual energy from my body, starting at my toes and fingertips and working its way to my vagina. Then, bam! It hits. The strong, pulsating sensation claims me until I’m writhing beneath him and screaming like some wounded animal. My tone fluctuates with the orgasm from begging and pleading for more to refusing more. I curse, babbling naughty words and yelling his name like he doesn’t know it.

  Lost to the blinding climax, I barely notice him moving up my body. His hot flesh slides deep into me. I convulse around him, pressing down to meet his every upward thrust. His cock feels perfect. He’s intensifying my orgasm and taking it to whole new level.

  “That’s it.” He growls, pushing his palms into the mattress and rising above me. “Wrap your legs around me. Yes,” he grunts when I obey. “You feel so tight, amazing.” He thrusts in deep. “Absolutely amazing.” He repeats again and again, thrusting harder, his touch rougher and voice louder. Our bodies collide, ripening our heated flesh.

  “Jay.” He pauses and looks down at me.

  “Yes?” I couldn’t be anymore engaged, couldn’t be more ready. Can I even come again?

  His hips pull back, eyes close, and he plunges into me, fast and hard. I feel the goose bumps along his shoulders, arms, and back; between that and the heavy breathing, the twitching and the growling, I know we have finally reached our completion. That brief, unexplaina
ble moment when a man and woman become one.

  We are at that moment, and yes, miraculously, I am coming again!

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  STEELE

  Just as I thought, the view of the woods from the bed is breathtaking. Must be early because the sun’s just starting to break around the trees. I run my hand over Jay’s silky hair. Enjoying the scenery, I allow my fingers to stroll along her beautiful face and naked shoulder. I glance down. The sight of her sprawled comfortably over me, the sheet barely covering her ass and leg, is even more breathtaking. Last night was amazing.

  I kiss the top of her head.

  A faint popping sound that’s not coming from the fireplace pulls my eyes back to the window.

  Jay mumbles something incoherent as she snuggles closer to me.

  “Do you hear that?”

  “What?” Her hand reaches around me, her face finding a resting place in the crook of my neck.

  I tilt my head toward the window. “There! That?”

  She lifts her head, eyes closed. “Oh, that.” She lies back down. “It’s called frost crack; in the winter when the sun warms the trees, there’s like this contraction in the wood that causes the bark to split,” she mumbles against my chest but, this time, coherently.

  “Huh.” My hand goes back to caressing her hair, listening to the odd sound and imagining the effects on the wood from the cold and heat. Makes sense. I watch a small branch fall from a tree and land gracefully on the ground.

  The tips of her fingernails scratch up the side of my head. Feels good. My eyelids slowly fall.

  “Steele?”

  My eyes snap open. “Yeah?” I draw my hand down her silky mane, content with lying in this bed for the remainder of the day.

  “Why are you here?”

  My hand stops mid-stroke. Fuck. Thought I would get out of answering this question. I resume caressing her. “Remember what I told you about my mom.”

  “Yes,” she responds in a low whisper as though if we don’t talk too loudly about it, then maybe it didn’t really happen, but it did.

  “Well, the day she took me and Stone, I was so scared. I mean, Stone was with me, but he was little. I had to be the strong one.” I stare off into the woods, everything around me turning into a blur, even the memories. My fingers drift down her skin, following each soft line. “Every day that we were with her, I’d pray someone would come and help me because even though I was ready to do it, I really didn’t want to do it alone.” My fingers slide to her head. I brush away a few strands, then bend down and kiss her forehead. “When I heard you left and that someone had died, I wasn’t sure what happened, but I knew whatever it was, I didn’t want you to have to go it alone.”

  It remains silent for a few seconds. Then something wet drops on my neck. Son of a bitch. Did I make her cry? Before I can respond to the thought, she pushes herself up and moves to the edge of the bed. She sits there with her back to me. Her shoulders shake, following a faint sniffle.

  Maybe she’s cold. Perhaps, that’s all it is. I pull the sheet up and around her.

  “Thanks.” Her voice quivers as she grips the sheet closer to her chest.

  Dammit! She’s crying. I move back in the bed, giving her some space to deal with why I’m here and why that made her cry.

  Fuck it. We both need to face the fact that I care about her, and that’s why I’m here. I settle against the headboard and concentrate on the woods, struggling to blur everything else out. Succeeding, I find myself lost in the trees, some with naked limbs and some lush with pine needles.

  “Man, it sure is beautiful here,” I comment aloud.

  “Yeah.” She blows out. “Trevor and I used to sneak in after hunting season when Dad wasn’t around. We’d bring a twelve-pack and get drunk. We’d sit right there.” She points in front of the window, and my eyes focus on her frail frame at the end of bed, still protected by the sheet I wrapped around her naked body. “You should see it after a good snowfall. The trees glisten. It feels like you’re in a whole other world.” Her head tips back a little as though she’s closing her eyes and trying to get lost in the memory. “I used to love walking home at night. The branches drooped like they were draped in diamonds and crystals. Wherever the snow stuck—on the cars, houses, trees—everything would come alive when the streetlights hit them. Everything sparkled.” Her hands come out wide, and the sheet falls to her hips. Her slender back, the silhouette of her body, chokes me. “You should see it, Steele. It’s so pretty.” She picks the sheet up, readjusting it around her. “Unlike California or Chicago, it’s not busy here. You can walk down the middle of streets.”

  “You miss it?”

  Her small shoulders shrug. “I forget sometimes how peaceful it is here. Then something reminds me of home, and I remember the people I left here, living and dead. Like the globe you gave me⸻”

  “I’m sorry.” I sit up straight. “I didn’t mean to⸻”

  “Oh, no. I love the globe.” She turns and looks at me with gentle eyes. “It’s beautiful.” She touches my bare leg. “Thank you, Steele, and thanks for coming.”

  “Sorry about your friend.”

  “She was a wonderful person. I feel bad for her husband. He’s lost so many people already in the past few years.”

  “She was Trevor’s mom, right?” I pause as the sheet slides off her shoulder, almost revealing her nipple. Instant hard-on. Fuck! “Your, ah”—I toss a pillow over my cock—“mom told me when I stopped there before I went to the cemetery.”

  “So …” A smile rouses her thin lips as she glances at my protected crotch. “You met Cosmo and Wanda or, as I like to call them, my fairly odd parents.”

  “They seem nice.” I’m quick to defend the pleasant, helpful couple who directed me to Jay with no questions asked.

  “They are.” She spins around to face the window, shielding her expression as she pulls the sheet back over her shoulder.

  That’s not going to get me to back off, though. I want to know more about the girl who I just traveled 3000 miles to see. The woman who employs my thoughts and governs my body. “You and Trevor where high school sweethearts, then?”

  “Since grammar school, we were best friends, yeah, but we started dating our senior year.”

  “And the both of you moved to Chicago for …?”

  “We moved to California, not Chicago.”

  “California?” Okay, maybe now we’ll get closer to the truth, like why she hates my state. “Did Trevor die in Cali—”

  Her head shakes. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

  “What brought you to Chicago?”

  “I said …” She flips back around, eyes narrowed and voice getting louder, “I. Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”

  I surrender with both hands in the air. “Okay.” I hold my breath but don’t retreat. I’m not afraid of her anger. I put it there, and she can hold me hostage until it’s gone.

  My arms start to lower as her face begins to soften. Again, the sheet falls this time from both shoulders, exposing her perfect round tits. There’s something so captivating about seeing her naked. It makes it difficult to resist the vulnerability in her eyes. I move from her face to her collarbone, then to her rose-tipped nipples that mirror the perfection of the rest of her body. I don’t stare too long, just enough for her to see how beautiful she is to me.

  “Come here.” I nudge, daring her to leave her anger behind.

  “Why?” Her head tilts. The twinkle in her eyes starts to give me hope.

  “You know why.” I wink, loving the playful smile now on her face. Thank God! She’s back. I got her. She’s mine. I’m not sure for how long, but I’ll take what I can get.

  “Yes.” She pulls the pillow from my lap, revealing my growing arousal. “But I want to hear you say it.” Her eyes flash to mine with a sexy, little giggle.

  “Oh, you like that?”

  “What?”

  I
look down at the full erection between my thighs and come back up with a grin. “My cock.”

  “Yes.” She rolls her upper body, and the sheet completely leaves her naked body. She crawls between my legs. “Would you like me to show you how much?” Her hand wraps around my cock. Her mouth encases me.

  “Fuck!” My head thrashes back, hitting the headboard. “You know what … Shit!” She grabs my hips and pulls me in deep, deep-throat deep. It’s hot. Then she goes back to sucking me, licking me like my dick’s the only thing containing water for miles, even hotter. She palms my balls in her hand. Her lips pull all my cum to my chamber. “Fuck, Jay.” I clench my fists. “You know what happens to naughty girls.” I squeeze my ass cheeks, trying to keep my ammo in check.

  Her mouth unsheathes my throbbing cock. “Yes. They get naughty men off.”

  She couldn’t be more right.

  It took me the remainder of the day to make up for the best damn blow job I ever had the pleasure of experiencing. But even after bending her over my knee, spanking her ass, fucking her hard, and giving her three orgasms, I still feel as though I might have shorted her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  We stayed in bed all day yesterday. We didn’t discuss Trevor, nor did we discuss why Steele was there. Instead, our bodies became personally acquainted. We touched each other. We kissed like first-time lovers. Steele showed me a few things. He opened me up. I found myself wanting things that I’d normally be afraid to desire

  I wasn’t ready to roll out my heart, but I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to get dressed, and I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay in Steele Kane’s safe embrace, embellish a little longer in his capable hands, and remain lost in the ecstasy of his euphoric world. But eventually, like everything else in this damn world, all things come to an end.

  We took separate flights home because his was a day earlier than mine. It gave me time to say goodbye to Lucy and the fairly odd parents. Cosmo and Wanda had some questions, only a few, but it was good to have them show interest in my life again. After everything that happened before, they sort of turned off their parent switch. They didn’t know how to deal with the damage in my life because they couldn’t fix it. So, they opted to just turn it off. Granted, I didn’t seek comfort from them. I returned to the little apartment Trevor and I lived in and reserved my pain for myself. I refused to share it with anyone. They were probably right to shut me off because they couldn’t have helped. Anything that could have was buried in the ground.