by Lane Hart
I start to storm off, to take Lola out or go to my bedroom and slam the door to let out some of my aggression when Verek grabs my hand to stop me. He clasps my fingers loosely in his so that I could still pull away if I wanted to. When I don’t, he lifts my knuckles to his lips and kisses each one slowly and sweetly yet still somehow erotically when his tongue sweeps over my skin four separate times.
“I didn’t want you to move on,” he says, his bluish-gray eyes looking up to meet mine after the melting process is complete and I’m completely liquified inside and out thanks to his irresistible charm. “I just hoped that you would have by now,” he remarks, still holding me in place. “You’ll be better off with Paul or someone else.”
As soon as I can find my voice, I ask, “Why would you think that?”
I hate myself for voicing that question when Verek instantly drops my hand in response. At first, I don’t think he’s going to tell me. Then he props his thick arms behind his head and says, “My father runs a strip club, has ever since before I was born.”
“Okay?” I say when I kneel back down beside the sofa to hear what is sounding like his past, something he’s never really talked about.
“I grew up there, lived there pretty much my entire childhood and teenage years. Naked women were everywhere, all the time, strutting around in heels, counting their wads of cash.”
“That sounds like a strange upbringing,” I remark, trying to picture a young boy in a place like that.
“If it was, I didn’t know it. I thought it was normal. It was my normal,” he says. “I didn’t date much in high school. The girls my age didn’t look or act like any of the ones at the club who were not just flirtatious but…forward, giving me lap dances and blowjobs in the private rooms when my dad wasn’t around without me even having to ask. I think Dad knew we fooled around but that I never fucked any of them,” Verek says. “On my sixteenth birthday, he fixed that. Told me it was time to finally become a man.”
“Your father gave you a stripper for your birthday?” I ask in concern.
“No, he gave me six strippers in one of the private rooms, all of which he paid and instructed to finally pop my cherry,” he replies. “Oh, and that’s the same birthday he gave me my first motorcycle.”
“That’s…wow, Verek,” I mutter because I have no idea what to say to that.
“It wasn’t like I was…I wanted them, really,” he clarifies. “It was sort of embarrassing in the beginning, having my first time in a room full of highly experienced women when I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. But they were all nice and very eager to teach me every position possible. By the end of the night, I felt like a god.” Pausing a moment, he goes on to tell me, “See, what I’m trying to explain to you is that sex was never anything more than a transaction to me, with no feelings involved whatsoever. It’s just a physical act with a woman that feels amazing no matter who I’m doing it with. Then it’s simply over and done, I move on. So, I don’t know if I’m capable of having it mean more. I think it’s too late for me to figure that out now. All I know is that I’ve hated myself ever since I let you walk away from me. I don’t even remember much of that woman that night. I wish I had never left with her, and that’s something I will regret for the rest of my life.”
Sitting up on my knees, I lean forward, reaching for the side of Verek’s face to slant my mouth over his. As our lips part, both of our tongues sliding against each other, I feel his fingers in my hair a second before he drops his hand.
When I eventually pull away, I look him in the eye and tell him, “You could’ve slept with a hundred women that night and I would still want you. It’s just hard for me to believe you want me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Verek asks, looking adorably clueless even though it’s so obvious.
“Let’s forget for a little while,” I reply as I get to my feet and climb on top of him, my thighs straddling his with part of the blanket between us as I lean back down to kiss him again.
Chapter Twenty-One
Verek
* * *
When Tessa kisses me and then climbs on top of me to kiss me deeper, my first thought is that she must still be drunk.
But it’s been hours since I brought her home, and based on the conversation we were having, she’s definitely sober.
So I don’t try and stop her this time, unlike earlier when she tried to coax me into her bed. Then, I had to lock her out of the bathroom so she wouldn’t join me in the shower. Not that I didn’t want her in there with me, I just didn’t want her to do anything she would regret later or even worse, wouldn’t remember.
As her tongue collides with mine, I try and control myself, to keep my dick in check, but I’m only human. It doesn’t take long before all thoughts of the alphabetized brands of beer I was concentrating on disappear and I’m rock hard underneath Tessa. Not that she seems to mind. When she grinds her pussy down on the bulge of my shaft, I nearly come just from swallowing her moans even though we’re both still fully clothed. Well, Tessa is still in her flannel pajamas while I’m only wearing her cotton shorts.
Nothing else is going to happen tonight, that I’m sure of. But that’s fine. Kissing her, having the weight of her small body moving on top of mine is pure heaven on Earth after not seeing her for so damn long. The urge to grab her ass and press her down harder is strong, but I resist, shoving both of my hands underneath my pillow in order to ensure that they behave.
Tessa’s hands sure aren’t shy, and I love the way it feels when her fingertips alternate between running through my hair and stroking up and down my chest and my biceps raised beside my head.
She gasps against my lips a second before I feel the first tremor in her body, her coming on top of me without penetration or me placing a finger on her. It’s so unbelievably sexy and yet sad that it took so little to get her off, just a little dry humping through our clothes like teenagers.
“It’s been too long. That felt…so good,” Tessa whispers as she collapses on top of me, her head on my chest, lips still softly kissing my neck.
“Your first time since when we were in the hotel shower?” I trail off, remembering how hot it was when she jacked me off and touched herself.
“Yes,” she sighs heavily. “I haven’t been able to on my own yet…”
“Oh we can do so much better than that, sweetheart,” I promise her, hating that she’s been hurting and isn’t able to give herself some relief. I love that she gets off with me. I could happily spend the rest of my life making her come.
“Can we?” she lifts her head to ask, her face so eager for more orgasms that I have to grip the arm of the sofa to keep them underneath my head so I don’t pull her pussy up to my face to lick it right this second.
“Anything you want,” I tell her.
“Oral?” she asks, on the same page with me. And I swear she had to have felt my cock twitch against her stomach at hearing that one word from her mouth.
“I would love nothing more than for you to sit on my face for the rest of the goddamn week,” I admit.
“Oh,” she says, brows lifting in surprise. “That sounds…good too, but I was asking if I could use my mouth on you.”
Again, my cock jerks and lengthens to a record-breaking length and girth under her stomach.
“If that’s…if you want to,” I say as I stop breathing, trying to figure out if she’s serious about doing this.
“I really want to,” Tessa says as her head dips down to place a wet kiss on my neck that I feel all the way down in my heavy balls. My poor boys haven’t seen any action in so long they’re no longer blue with need but a dark shade of purple.
“Okay,” I say while trying not to squirm anxiously like it’s my first time. My eyes close and my fingers grip the sofa arm tighter as Tessa’s mouth moves slowly, so, so slowly, one kiss at a time down my chest, stopping to lick both of my nipples before her tongue twirls teasingly around the lines of my abs and dips into my belly button while pulling the blank
et between us down to my calves. When her mouth gets to the pelvic indentions over my hip, it feels like her tongue spends a lifetime there before finally, fucking finally, she tugs the elastic band down on her shorts I’m wearing to free my aching cock.
Tessa wraps her hand firmly around the base of my shaft, and the first swipe of her tongue over my slit has precum seeping out in a gush. Before I can even apologize or be embarrassed by my heightened reaction, Tessa laps the thick liquid up and then sucks on the head of my cock, moaning so hard the vibrations cause my hips to thrust upward.
“Sorry!” I exclaim, my jaw and ass cheeks both clenched tight as I try and calm myself down. “Oh, fuck!” I exclaim to the ceiling when instead of scaring her away, her mouth slides halfway down my shaft, coating my flesh with the slickness from her hot, wet tongue before easing back up.
Up and down she goes, over and over again, further, faster, until I can’t hold off anymore. I could watch her beautiful lips wrapped around my dick all day, but it’s been too long. I need her too badly to last more than a few minutes.
“So good, sweetheart. Can’t take anymore,” I choke out when the sudden threat of my release comes thundering down my spine. Closing my eyes tight, I try to warn her by chanting, “Stop, stop, stop,” as my cock grows a mind of its own, pistoning faster in and out of her slick mouth. “Fuck!” I shout, holding on to the sofa arm for dear life as my back bows off the cushion with the first throbbing pulse of my release. I’m so lost to the onset of full-body quakes that it takes me several seconds to realize Tessa’s mouth is greedily sucking every drop of cum from my cock. Her eyes are shut, cheeks hollowing with the amount of suction she’s exerting, giving me the most amazing blowjob of my life. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, this fragile angel who has overcome so much, even forgiving me enough to worship me in such an incredibly intimate way after I caused her the worst pain of her life.
After I’m completely spent, my body sinking limply into the sofa cushions, Tessa finally pulls her mouth off me with a gasp, letting my spent cock slap my stomach, her lips swollen and shiny from our bodies’ mixed fluids. Reaching down, I rub my thumb over them and tell her, “That…was fucking incredible. Thank you, sweetheart.”
Tessa’s tongue wets the pad of my thumb before her heavy eyes meet mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask with a lazy smile on my face. “Needed some of that Big Dick Energy in your mouth?” I joke.
Her brow furrows before her jaw drops comically, making me yearn for her amazing mouth again already. “How did you…”
Dipping my thumb into her still-gaping mouth to wet it on her tongue, I then rub it back and forth over her bottom lip. “I read these sexy lips at the club. Is it as big as you hoped?”
“Bigger,” she says with her teeth biting down gently on my thumbnail. “That day in the hotel shower? I remember being surprised that you kept getting longer and thicker the entire time I touched you.”
“Guess I’m a grower not a shower,” I tease.
“Don’t try and be modest. You’re both,” she says with a smile.
“If you say so,” I agree. “Now, are you going to sit on my face and let me lick your pussy or not?” I ask.
Tessa’s eyes lower before she answers. “Maybe later.”
“Okay,” I reply, wishing she was ready for that but knowing I can’t rush her.
“Want to come to bed for a few hours?” she asks instead. “I’ve missed spooning you.”
“Me too, even though we only did that once,” I admit.
Tessa smiles as she climbs off me, then takes my hand to lead me into her bedroom.
She slides underneath the covers and scoots over to make room for me, without letting my hand go. I climb in and then turn my back to her so she can get comfortable behind me. Her small arms come around me, holding on tight as the front of her body becomes flush with my backside. The lips of an angel couldn’t feel as amazing as Tessa’s on my tattoo, right over my Savage Kings ink, as I cover her hand with mine.
That’s how I fall back to sleep, as the little spoon. Instead of making me feel emasculated, I feel cherished and unbelievably happy for the first time in months.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tessa
* * *
I snuggle up to Verek’s back when I start to wake up, glad he’s here with me. I wish he had never left in the first place.
Did he honestly think that while he was gone, I would forget all about him just because I didn’t speak to him for several months?
I’ll never stop caring for him, no matter what.
Verek will always be the man who set my heart racing and made me feel alive in record-breaking time the first night we met.
He’s also the man who saved me from hell. It was his kind voice, telling me I was going to be okay, his gentle hands carrying me out of that place with his cool leather cut, protective and still warm from the heat of his body, wrapped around me like a blanket.
I couldn’t let him go, even if I tried. And I don’t want to. The heartbreak of missing him seems to have completely faded away now that he’s here. My naughty hands can’t keep off him, unable to resist the hard muscles in his strong arms, or his chiseled abs that lead down to his mouthwatering cock that I finally got to taste last night.
Verek’s offer to return the favor set butterflies loose in my belly, but I’m not ready to do something so brazen just yet.
I would like to wake him up with another blowjob, but when I hear and feel his stomach growling, I know playtime will have to wait until after I make us a late breakfast. It’s almost lunchtime, but Verek seemed to need the sleep, and I’ve been content just cuddling up to him for the past few hours.
Pressing my damp lips behind his ear because I know that will wake him up, I ask him, “Ready for some breakfast? I can make pancakes.”
“Hell yes,” comes his gruff response. Stretching his long legs out so far they hang off the bed, Verek takes my hand that’s on his hip and drags it over his stomach and up to his chest before kissing the center of my palm and placing it back over his heart that’s thumping away. “After breakfast, how about a shower together?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I respond, even though I don’t think I’m ready to get naked in front of him. Not that I think Verek would mind if I showered with him in my pajamas. He’s already seen me naked too, the night he found me. Still, it’s a big step I’m not ready to make.
“What else do you have planned for the day?” he asks.
“Nothing really,” I answer. “Why? What do you want to do?”
“Whatever. We could stay in this bed all week if you want.”
“Tempting,” I say with a smile he can’t see. “Food first, though.”
“Sounds good. Want me to take Lola out?”
“Thanks, but I’ll take her if you want to grab a shower,” I tell him.
“That’s a good plan. I still feel gritty from the road trip,” Verek says before he slips out of bed. Standing next to it, I watch in awe as he lifts his arms above head. He stretches his torso deliciously while wearing nothing but my pink shorts. They do nothing to hide his morning wood that I’m already salivating to get my hands on again.
Jeez. The man hasn’t even been back a full day and he already has me so horny I may combust. My body is begging for more than dry humping, that’s for sure. And for whatever reason, Verek seems more than willing to oblige.
Verek
* * *
I pull on my jeans and brush my teeth with a little toothpaste on my finger while Tessa gets started on breakfast.
She’s spoiling me by feeding me and working her mouth on my cock the way she did last night.
I’ve just come out of the bathroom when there’s a knock at the door that causes Tessa to instantly go tense.
“I’ll get it,” I say since she’s busy flipping pancakes. Like I would let her answer it anyway while I’m here.
She re
laxes a tad and tells me, “It’s probably Lucas or Jake.”
“They should text or something before they come knocking and scare you like that,” I remark.
“It’s fine,” she says, although I know it’s not really.
I still check the peephole before I open up, seeing the slightly shorter one I think is named Lucas on the other side.
“What?” I ask when I throw the door open. Lola comes over next to me. She lets out a soft bark at the kid before sitting beside my feet like she thinks I may need backup. I pat her head to let her know she’s a good dog, but I’ve got this.
Lucas’s eyes widen in surprise as he looks me up and down like he wasn’t expecting me to answer the door or still be inside the apartment. “Oh. You’re still here.”
“Oh good, you’re not blind,” I grumble. “But your detective skills need some work. If you and your friend were keeping an eye out all night, wouldn’t you have realized I still had to be somewhere in the apartment complex since you never saw me leave?”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” he says with a wince.
“You didn’t even come to check on her, not even once,” I point out with a disappointed shake of my head. “Now, what do you need?” I ask, just as another man wanders over beside him, looking incredibly perplexed.
“Is this the right apartment?” he asks aloud to either the kid or myself as he eyes my lack of a shirt in confusion.
“Who the hell is he?” I ask Lucas, not liking the fact that he let a stranger get so close to Tessa’s apartment.
“Oh, um, that’s the reason I knocked. This is Paul. He’s here to see Tessa.”
Fucking hell he is!
Staring at the man again, I now notice he does look familiar. I remember seeing him briefly at the hospital the night we found Tessa.