Accent Hussy (It Had 2 B U) (7 page)

I grab him firmly and place him straight back in my mouth. The game is on; time to utilize the woman’s bible of
How to Give a blowjob in Ten Ways
. I swear that book was a lifesaver for me in college. I’m not sure how I got my hands on it, but I’ve read that book backward and forwards. I’ve absorbed every single tip, position, tongue flick, and suction technique the book could give. My past boyfriends have never complained, and I’m not about to give up my perfect blowjob streak because an unaccented asshole thinks I can’t give a blowjob.

The first tip: Super Suction Gravitron. Yup, I’m not kidding; that’s the first technique the book gives you. It’s simple really. It involves rolling your tongue around the tip and shaft of a man’s penis, sucking on it as hard as you can until your cheeks hurt and your teeth are carved into them. Once you start feeling cheek strain, you relax your mouth and repeat the tongue twirling. It’s like that carnival ride, The Graviton, where you get sucked up to the sides of the sphere while it spins around and around until you’re so dizzy you puke.

I attempt this exact move on Caleb. After a few moans, I can tell he’s already getting bored so I change it up, skip tips two and three, and move straight into tip four, pretty much my go to move when it comes to giving a blowjob—the good old Rakin’ the Leaves. This is not an amateur move. It should be approached with extreme caution. It takes a lot of practice before you can perfect the art of technique four. Most girls don’t do it because it actually involves raking your teeth and gently nibbling on a man’s penis. Quite often, I immediately get palmed in the face when I attempt this move, but I think Caleb has big enough balls to handle it. In fact, I know he does since I’m sitting here playing with them like a couple of lazy, hairy, Ben Wa Balls.

Here goes nothing.

Gently, ever so gently, I rake my teeth along his shaft.

He jumps. “What the fuck are you doing? I hope you’re not planning to bite my dick off!”

“You want me to give you a good blowjob, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Excuse me for thinking you could handle it.”

“I can handle anything you dish out,” he says confidently.

“Then shut up and let me please your dick.”

He inhales deeply when I rake him again; this time, he stills and holds his breath. After a few seconds, he’s relaxed and breathing again. With a mixture of technique’s eight, nine, four and one, it doesn’t take long before Caleb is total putty in my hands. “Shit, maybe you are a master at this,” he grumbles. “I’m really close.”

“I have two major rules when I’m giving head, Caleb. Rule number one: I don’t swallow or spit. Coat my tits, stomach, ass, even my face in your gunk if you want, but leave my teeth, mouth, throat, and tongue alone. Rule number two: If your gunk so much as touches my hair, I will stab you. It will not make my hair shine and it sure as shit isn’t conditioner, so point your come shooter somewhere else on my body, away from my hair, if you know what’s good for you.”

He laughs hysterically. “Well, if you were going for the top five best blowjobs I’ve ever received, you’re going to have to swallow. Otherwise, you’ll be lucky if you fall into my top ten.”

God damn it! I was afraid of that. There are way too many come guzzlers in this world. The numerous times I’ve tried, it hasn’t been pretty. I actually threw up on a guy’s dick before. He didn’t call me after that. Unfortunately, I’m just not in the mood to try and best the other nine girls in his top ten. When he starts to moan, I release my mouth and aim him straight towards my chest. He moves my hand, points his dick towards my boobs and explodes.

“Damn, that was pretty good for an amateur,” he grins.

“I am not a damn amateur. Just because I’m not a come guzzling slut, does not mean I don’t know what I’m doing. You, Sir, are sadly mistaken and need to broaden your blowjob horizons,” I grump.

He grabs a dirty shirt from off his floor and wipes me clean.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m happier participating in the real thing. Now get on all fours and turn around.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

I’m still too turned on to deny him his request. I hate that his dominance excites me. I’ve never been with a man who took full control before. I’ve always had most of it, but the way he orders me around is so hot that all my witty, sarcastic, comebacks stay hidden deep inside me. I turn and get on all fours, my ass waving at him.

“Mmmm, I had a feeling your ass would be perfect.” He starts massaging each of my cheeks. Then his finger finds its way inside me and begins twirling around. “Yup, I definitely think you’re wet enough.” A stuttered moan rocks through me; he’s dragging this out too long. I need to feel him. I need to feel him now!

“Are you going to stop talking?”

“Probably not,” he remarks. “I can’t help myself around you.”

Ha! Now I can leave peacefully in the middle of the night and not think twice. If he wants to renege on his part of the deal, so will I.

I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, the brief pause as he slides it over him, and then he pulls me against him. I’m thinking he’s going to play with me a little bit more before he enters me, but he doesn’t. His thrust is hard and fast. I can feel it all the way to my belly button. His dick was seriously meant for me. It’s like he was the missing key, and I’m a lock that was waiting to be opened.

“God, Everly, no girl has ever felt this good before.”

No guy has ever felt more perfect, but I’m sure as hell not telling him that. This will only be a one-night stand. No amount of sweet-talking, sexy alpha orders or the fact that his body is practically scrumptious is going to make me ever sleep with him again.

After a few minutes, he gently guides me to my back. He crawls up my body, grabs my left leg, and pulls it up around his hips. He’s so cut that his hip bone is grinding into my side. When he finally reaches the point where we are face to face, he bends down and kisses me. It’s the first time our lips have actually touched. A sensation of being made of air rushes through my body. Holy shit! What the hell was that? I’ve never kissed anyone and felt this way before. His tongue dips into my mouth; before I can rethink it, I massage his tongue with my own. Every inch of my body is zinging from his touch. A wake of goosebumps ridge where his fingers graze my bare skin. I’m not used to being bewitched, but I’m entranced by Caleb and unable to break the spell he’s put me under. He brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

I’m lost in his teal-colored irises. Just looking into them makes my pussy clench.

What is happening to me? I don’t get with guys like Caleb—the sexy, charismatic bad boys that rip out girl’s hearts and spit them out like they are chewing tobacco. I definitely don’t get all giddy when a guy that I’m not into kisses me. Yet, when Caleb kisses me, I’m completely crippled. I don’t want to stop kissing him. I’m even contemplating staying for longer than the night, but that thought is gone the minute he speaks again.

“Ready to have your world rocked, Baby?” My hand shoots up and covers his lips. They sure as hell work wonders when they are kissing me, but the minute he starts running his mouth, his lips are like poison.

“Do me a favor, never call me baby again. Also, stop talking. You’re ruining this . . . whatever this is.” I drop my hand and he grins.

“It’s going to be the best night of your life, Bab . . . Everly. When I’m done with you, I’m going to completely ruin you for every other guy out there. You’re not going to want to leave this room when I get done pleasuring you.”

Just before I can counter with some witty comeback, he enters me. He’s staring directly into my eyes. I notice he has a tiny scar under his left eye. I want to ask him where he got that scar, but instead, I keep quiet. Questions lead to feelings, feelings lead to emotions, and when emotions get involved, Everly ends up making bad decisions—decisions like staying longer than just the night. Well, I’m not going to let a little thing like a sexy scar and electric kisses mess up my mind. It’s made up. I’m going home . . . after this orgasm, of course.

Passion, endurance, fire. Those three words best describe what just transpired between Caleb and me. I should’ve left twenty minutes ago, but then his arm went around me and those muscles of his turned into perfect pillows.

Caleb is
practically
perfect—emphasis on the word practically. God, I wish there was a surgical procedure that could implant one person’s voice into another person’s body. Where’s that bitch Ursula when you need her? I’m sure she could concoct some kind of potion that would steal one person’s accent and implant it in Caleb’s sweet, sexy body for me. I could probably even recommend a few unworthy boys to sacrifice for the greater good of creating my perfect man. Take that jerk Leo . . . Norman . . . ugh, whatever his name is for example; that asshole doesn’t deserve a sexy accent, whether it was fake or not. I’d definitely offer up his ass to Ursula in exchange for the perfect Caleb. Unfortunately, Ariel and that Prince Eric ruined all my chances of acquiring Ursula’s help. I guess I’ll have to settle for the sexy dreams I keep having to keep my fantasy alive.

At least, when I’m sleeping, Caleb’s not speaking. In my dreams, Caleb can be any man I want him to be. Australian, Italian, German, Spanish . . . every accent in my wet dreams arsenal is at my fingertips, and now that I have a leading man to imagine, I can finally put two of my favorite things together—accents and Caleb’s body. Not that Caleb is one of my favorite things. I swear if it wasn’t for his enchanted penis, I wouldn’t even be dreaming about him. Sex has
never
been this good. Caleb just really knew how to push every sexual button I had and all at the same time. He’s more than a perfect penis . . . he’s also a sex magician, and I’m addicted to his show already.

I wake up around three in the morning to Caleb sleeping soundly behind me. Waking up in foreign beds with hot, sexy men isn’t something I’m used to. Yet, when I open my eyes and see his chiseled face sleeping peacefully next to me, I begin to wonder if I should leave at all. One-night-stands are meant to be just that. One night. Staying into day two is a mistake. I know we will never see each other again, so what’s the point of hanging around to find out what he’s planning on making me for breakfast?

Carefully, I pry myself out of his arms. He whimpers next to me. It’s almost adorable until I hear him mumble my name in his sleep.
Okay, it’s so time for me to leave!

I quietly gather each piece of clothing I own and make my way from his condo. Once outside, I pick up my phone and dial a cab company. Within two minutes, a cab pulls up. Perks of calling one late at night, I guess. Giving the cabby directions to my parent’s place, he speeds off. I turn in my seat watching as Caleb’s condo gets smaller and smaller. I almost feel bad for leaving him, but then I remember he’s kind of a cocky asshole that doesn’t have a sexy voice to back it up. There’s no reason to feel bad. I’ll never see him again. I’m going back to school tomorrow, and the likelihood of him and me ever running into each other again is slim to none. Miami is a big city, full of lots of people. Just because he happens to stand out in a crowd, doesn’t mean he’s the sexiest man alive. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and a third of them come from foreign waters. All I have to do is cast my rod into the ocean of men and reel me in the right combination of sexiness so I can finally settle down for good.

When I get home, my mother is waiting up for me. Well, she’s asleep on the couch, but still waiting for me just like she did when I was a teenager. I gently shake her awake and tell her to go back to bed.

“Your brother got engaged tonight,” she remarks sleepily. She staggers up from the couch and zombie walks towards the stairs.

“I know, I was there,” I tell her, smiling proudly. I’m so happy that my brother and Breezy are finally together. Everyone, even my brother, saw how perfect they were together. Unfortunately, the only person who didn’t see it was Breezy. She, of course, is the most important part of their equation; without her, one plus zero equals a very sad Max. Now that Max has a smile on his face again, I can actually return to school happy. I fulfilled the mission my mother sent me on. The smile has found my brother’s ugly mug once again. The woman of his dreams is finally going to be his forever and all because I pushed her to get up on that stage to fight for her man. Maybe one day I’ll have a love worth fighting for.

“You look flushed. Did you have too much to drink tonight?” My mother asks.

“Yeah, a little. I’m okay, Mom.”

“Where have you been all night long?”

A brief flashback of my incessant moaning as Caleb drove his dick so far into me I could practically feel it in my mouth comes flooding back to me: My nails scratching his back as he played with my nipple and sucked on my breasts; how his dick felt against my tongue as I tried to mimic every tip and suggestion my blowjob bible gave me; the way his kisses left my body in some sort of daze that can only be described as a whirlwind. Every thrust, every movement, every word, all of it came rushing back to me. There was something special about Caleb—something I can’t really put my finger on. Sure, he was great in bed and made me feel things no other man has been able to make me feel. He’s charismatic and cocky, seductive and aggressive, domineering and submissive all at the same time. He was perfect, in every single way, except the one thing I am looking for the most—the one thing that probably makes me the shallowest and most insensitive person in the world—the one thing that is my absolute deal breaker. NO ACCENT!

“I was with a friend.”

My mom grins, knowing perfectly well that being with a friend late on a Friday night means one thing and one thing only. Sex. Lots of it.

“I wish I could be in my twenties once again. I had sex all the time in my twenties.” She sighs dreamily and I laugh.

“Mom that’s a little too much information for me at three o’clock in the morning. I think it’s time for you to get to bed.

She nods and yawns loudly. “Was he, at least, good looking?” she asks.

“Yes, he was probably one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

“No, mother, I told him I wanted it to be a one-night thing. I’ll be lucky if I’ll even remember his name in a week. So nope, I’m never seeing him again.”

“I get the feeling you may be changing your tune. He sounds pretty special. If he’s the
one,
I’m sure you will be bumping into each other again. That’s usually how it works.”

I roll my eyes at her making her laugh.

“I’m glad you got home okay. Your brother said he asked a friend of his to drive you home and then you disappeared. I knew you probably met someone, but I was nervous.”

“It’s okay, Mom, I’m here now. I’m leaving in the morning, so make sure you tell Breezy and Max I said congratulations the next time you see them. I love those two kids, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to them before I left. They were too busy making out.” I smile. I’m actually ecstatic that Max was finally able to con Breezy into really dating him. They are pretty much perfect for one another.

“Will do. I want you to eat in the morning—no skipping off without breakfast. I’m going to make waffles.”

“You know I can’t say no to waffles, Mom. I’ll make sure to eat. Besides, I want to say goodbye to dad before he goes to work.”

She yawns and then nods before disappearing into her bedroom. I can hear my dad snoring behind the door. My mom and dad are actually like polar opposites. Dad is your quintessential nerd. He even has a damn pocket protector. He’s tall and skinny with earthy brown hair. Mom is where my brother and I get our Italian looks from, though. She has curly black hair, a broad nose, and is a little on the chunky side. Max and I joke that our mom must’ve slept with the mailman when we were conceived because neither of us, besides our crooked left eyebrow, look like our dad. My mom says it’s because she has the more dominant genes, which could be true, she pretty much wears the pants in our family.

“Did you honestly think you could get out of this house without giving your big brother and almost new sister a hug goodbye?” Breezy exclaims.

Max and Breezy are standing in the kitchen doorway. I’m stuffing my face full of waffles. They literally catch me mid a syrupy bite which slips down my chin. Max laughs. I get up from the table and rush Breezy.

“Congratulations you two!” I exclaim, throwing my arms around her. I always wanted a sister.

Breezy giggles. “How about maid of honor? I need one and I can’t think of anyone better than you.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll be your maid of honor. I’d be a little mad if I wasn’t!”

Max laughs and ruffles my hair. “Did you save us some waffles?”

“Maybe. You know I like to bogart the waffles. I may have left you a few crumbs and leftover syrup,” I joke.

Mom and Dad pick that exact moment to walk in, toting an entire plate of waffles. Obviously, I can’t lie about eating all the waffles now. My mom beams proudly at the three of us. She grabs Breezy and starts crying.

“Finally,” she breathes. “I was wondering when you were going to open your eyes and see how perfect my son is for you.”

Breezy blushes. “Did everyone but me think that Max and I were meant to be together?”

“YES!” My mother, Max, my dad and I all shout in unison. Then we burst out laughing.

It’s not often that we have a sit-down breakfast. It’s really nice.

I notice my dad is being overly quiet, not that he isn’t normally, but today he seems
really
quiet. My mom seems a little distracted as well. I wonder what’s going on with those two?

“Dad, are you okay?” I ask.

His head shoots up and he looks at me strangely. “Sure, honey, why do you ask?”

“You’re quieter than usual.”

“I’m sorry, just lost in thought. I got some bad news yesterday.”

“What’s wrong?” Max asks.

“I’m being let go from work. Your mother and I need to figure out how to keep paying the bills. She may end up having to go back to work.”

I hadn’t discussed with either of them about moving back into their house; this seems like the perfect time to bring up the subject. “Could you use an extra income? School ends here in a couple months. Max and Dashawn are opening up their gym and have offered me the job as business manager. The only thing I haven’t found yet is a place to live. I was thinking maybe I could move in here. I could redecorate the basement and make it my small apartment or something.”

My parents share a look between them. It’s that “what do you think” look. My mother smiles.

“Everly, you know you and Max are both welcome to stay with us anytime you like. I couldn’t ask you to pay rent, though. It’s our jobs as your parents to take care of you when you need us.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help pay the bills here. You two will need the money. I’m not taking no for an answer. You’re going to let me help pay some bills—rent, utilities, whatever you need help with, okay?”

“We can help out too, Dad,” Max pipes in. “I have some money set away. I could pay some bills for you until Everly gets moved in.”

“We couldn’t ask you to do that,” my father says with tears in his eyes.

“You two have taken care of us for our whole lives, Dad. Let us take care of you two for once. Max and I want to help. We both know you’ll be able to find a job, but until then, let Max and me help you out around here,” I exclaim.

“Yes, I agree with Everly. You must let us help out,” Breezy chimes in. All four of us look at her and she smiles. “I’m part of this family now, too. I want to be able to give my input.”

My father laughs. “Breezy, you’re more than welcome to pipe in anytime you want. You can even talk for my son if you want. God knows, he doesn’t always make the best decisions. Well, besides falling in love with you, of course.”

“Daaaaad,” Max groans. “I’m not
that
bad of a decision maker.”

“At least, you finally settled down before your man whorish ways ended up getting you in trouble. I was pretty certain if you kept going I was going to have to help you buy a new dick.”

“Seriously Dad? That’s physically impossible.”

“If it shriveled up and fell off because you didn’t take care of it, I’m pretty sure it would be me helping you find a new one, not your mother or Breezy.”