Beg Me (Power Play Series) (2 page)

“I love a good head.”  I remark and immediately place my lips over the rim of the bottle and start to suck.  I pull my lips off and lick the drips of beer from the neck of
the bottle and across his hand.

“That was hot” he says to me and moves
to get closer. “Is your boyfriend or husband going to come through the door and catch us?”

“Nope, it’s just me, and i
t’s about to get hotter.”

I place my hand on his knee and start to slowly rub up his leg towards his
firm thigh.  I can feel his muscles start to flex and contract.  I spy the growth in his pants as he reaches over to touch my breasts. 

“No, you don’t
get to touch without permission.  Right now I want to devour your body” I say continuing my assault on his upper thighs “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon, and the only thing I want to unpack is you out of those jeans.” 

“Take them off”
I demand.

“What?” He says to me nervously

“You heard me, take them off” I say again sternly

He stands and
strips off his jeans and t-shirt that seemed to be poured onto his body.  I remove my shorts and sports bra.  My nipples are already hard and erect, and I can feel moisture between my legs.  I walk back over to him and push him down on the bed.  I turn into an animal full of lust and heat, I begin planting rough open mouth kisses on his bare muscular chest working my way down to the patch of hair leading to his cock.  I lick up and down his shaft several times watching him grow and harden in my hands before finally taking it into my mouth.   I close my eyes and seal my lips over the head, I instantly come, and it’s always the same intense feeling every time. I feel the growth building from my suction and open my eyes to watch him as he slowly pumps his hips in an upward motion, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.   I reach down with my other hand and push through the warmth of my lips to rub my clit.   The fire burning inside of me is too much to control.  I slip his cock back out of my mouth kissing my way up his chest.   When I reach his mouth I bite his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. 

“Do you have a l
atex allergy?” I ask huskily.

He shakes his head no in response.  I get up
and stride into the bathroom.  I am slightly disappointed when I reach in my purse to pull out the regular size condom and not the Magnum that I have grown accustomed to.  He was above average, but not enough to fill out the magnum and I refuse to have any mishaps. 

When I return he is sitting up on the bed
, leaning back on his hands, watching me. 

“Is this something you do often?” he asked.

“Which part, moving or fucking a complete stranger?” I say nonchalantly as I place the condom on the night stand. 

He stands
and turns to face me; I can tell from the look on his face he doesn’t find my reply humorous.

“Do you want to talk first?  You don’t even know my name.
” I say nothing, just look at him with a blank expression.

“I’m not even a full-time mover.  I just help out Gus when he needs it.”
He continues. 

I watch him as he starts to pace
nervously now around the bed. I am offering this man free grade-A pussy and he wants to carry on a conversation. 

“Look dude.  I don’t care who you are or what you do.  I’m horny, and naked.  You’re hot and here.”
I say with a sigh “If you don’t want to do this, just say the word.”

“No, it’s cool.  I’m totally down for this.”

“Good, then shut up and get over here.”  I say to him and point in the area of my pussy. “It ain’t gonna fuck itself.” 

When he finally sits back down on the bed, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

“Lay back.”  I say roughly. 

I grab the condom from the stand and rip it open with my teeth. 
His chest rises and falls quickly as I sheath his cock with the condom and straddle his thighs. Finally I slowly begin to lower myself down onto him.

As he fills
me, I begin to grind eagerly on top of him, the excitement of the moment takes over and I feel the first orgasm rip inside me. 

“Touch me.”
I say between panted breathes.

I grab his
rough, warm hands and place them over my painfully erect nipples.  As he cups a breast in each hand, he begins to roll his thumbs over the tight buds.  

“Bite them.”
I growl.

He leans up to ta
ke one nipple between his teeth, and pulls. 

“Yes, it feels so good.” I
moan as I feel the second orgasm come and I can feel the muscles in my walls pulse as they squeeze on his cock hungrily.   I see the desire building in his eyes as I look down at him through half closed lids.   I throw my head back and let it take me over; I rock back and forth harder using my hands to propel me.  Beads of sweat dot his chest, his jaw sets and his mouth opens as sounds of pleasure escape from it.   I feel his cock twitch inside me, and loud moan escapes him as he finds his release. 

Yes
, this is another sexual battle I have won. 

“Wow” he says
panting and grinning beneath me. “That was so hot.  You are a BAD girl aren’t you?” he growls as he slaps my ass.

“You have n
o idea” I say as I dismount from him and lay on my stomach.

“Give me thirty to regroup and I’ll rock your world again.”

I lay there in silence staring at the wall; I know there will be no repeat performance.  I am temporarily satisfied, but still longing for something.  Something more than sex, but I know it won’t be with him.  He rolls to his side and starts stroking my face and arm, as if he were petting an animal at the zoo.  His touch irritates me, and I pull away from his reach to the other side of the bed. 

“You better get cleaned up.”  I say
, never meeting his eyes, as I get up from the bed turn on the bathroom light. “I have fresh towels in the cabinet”

By the time he returns from the shower, I am dressed
and have already begun stripping the sheets from the bed.

“I need to throw these in the washer.  I’ll have your money downstairs.”

I bundle the sheets in my arms and the smell of fresh sex on my sheets guilts me, I regret my decision to bed the mover.  I throw the items in and start the washer. 

At the sight of him coming down the steps, I regret having him in my loft, in my bed
all over again. I grab the money from the table in the foyer.

“Thank you so much for your help today.”  I smile and hand him his fee. He takes it and puts in his pocket.

“Well, you have my number.  Maybe we can get together and do this again sometime.” He says lowering his face, trying to get me to look at him. I hate this part.  I hear voices and look behind me to where Cheri and Lauren are in the kitchen pretending to be occupied with something on the counter.

“Um
sure, this was fun, but I’ve got a really crazy schedule.” I lie. 

He leans in and we share an awkward kiss goodbye.  I watch him walk back to his truck as I close the door and lock it.   I hear Cheri’s voice
first.

“I hope she doesn’t plan on banging every guy in the tri-state area, there won’t be a single man left for us.”
She says mockingly “And I don’t know about you Lauren, but I don’t want to play pass the penis with Viv.”

“Maybe we just need an intervention.” Lauren says
softly and puts her hand on my arm. “I don’t know what is worse, seeing you in the pain from what happened or watching you turn yourself into the Nympho of the North” 

How dare she bring that up!
   I glare at her in warning, and she knows she has gone too far.

“I’m sorry Viv.  I’m not
trying to hurt you, I love you…we both love you.” Lauren quickly says, taking a step back.

Now
I’m angry, I feel so filled with hate. My past starts to play back in my head like a movie.

“For what you get
from these guys that you see,” Lauren continues and makes air quotes at the word see.  “It’s like you’re just letting them use you.”  

I am so not in the mood for their comments or judgments
right now.

“Ignoring your pain isn’t going to make it go away.” She does it
again.  I am so disgusted with her using those fucking air quotes when she talks to me.  I lose it. “Since when do you get to be so damn condescending to me?”  I say angrily.

“I don’t know what you mean.”
Lauren replies, with a shocked look.

“YOU
!” I say as I take a step closer and poke her in the chest, “and those fucking air quotes that you make.  Just come out and say what’s on your mind.  Oh wait, that’s right, standing up for yourself isn’t your style, Mouse.” I retort using her childhood nickname as an insult.

“Viv, stop it.”  Cheri says.  “I don’t want us to fight.”

But I am ready for a fight; I need to get rid of the rage that has set up shop in my chest.

“
Oh, no. You wanted an intervention, let’s have it”, I yell.

“How d
are you be so quick to judge me? You always judge me. I think you need to quit being jealous of me and stop trying to control my life. Go live your own.   Don’t forget, I know your secrets too, and you are both just as fucked up as I am” I blurt out without thinking.

I
know that I have hurt them, but that’s just how it is when you yourself are hurting.  You hurt those that are closest to you, the ones you love. 

Chapter Two

“I didn’t mean it.  I’m sorry.”  I
say softly as I extend my arms out in hopes of a group hug.

Lauren doesn’t
even acknowledge me.  I watch as she grabs her purse and walks out the back door, and I start to feel that familiar pain in my chest.

“Geezus Viv!  If there is going to be all this drama, we may need to rethink this whole living arrangement.  You are not the only one
hurting you know, Lauren has been going through a lot lately.” Cheri says scolding me.

“I didn’t know, she
didn’t say anything to me.” I reply defensively.

We
usually tell each other everything; I wonder why I don’t know what’s going on.

“Well
maybe you would know if you took your head out of your ass long enough to be aware of what’s happening with everyone else.”  The emotional bitch slap I received from Cheri was deserved. 

“What was that about anyway?”
Cheri asked, pointing upstairs and referring to the quickie with the mover, and I really don’t want to talk about it.

“It’s nothing”
I say turning away.

“Don’t forget Viv, we know you too.  If you don’t talk
to us, we can’t help. Tell us how to help you.” 

“If I knew
how to fix myself don’t you think I would’ve done it already? I’m not hurting anyone.” Except me, I think to myself.

Cheri walks over and grabs
my shoulders and shakes me.

“We won’t stand by and let anyone hurt you Viv, not even you.  That’s what friends are for.” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, besides I have boxes to unpack.” I say.

I go back upstairs to my loft.  The door to my large walk in closet is open, and I peek inside to see the boxes marked with blue X’s stacked neatly in the corner.  I stand there staring for a few moments before shutting the door.

I gasp as I feel a sharp pain
like someone has just ripped my beating heart from my chest.  I feel a veil of despair and anger start to fill me and I need something to drive it out.   I need more than meds or alcohol to ease this deep pain.  I need the carnal pleasure of sex to make me forget; and from the way I’m feeling now I would say I need lots of it.

I look at the boxes in the room trying to find a place to start.  I turn around surprised
to see Cheri and Lauren outside the doorway. 

“We came to see if you need help unpacking
…and to apologize.” Cheri says looking anywhere but at me.

“I shouldn’t have hit you wi
th the cheap shots.” Lauren adds.

“It was wrong for me to judge you.  We both promise to be here to support you.  Can you ever forgive us for being stupid?”

“You’re forgiven.”  I say with a smile as I bring my friends in close for a hug.

“I guess I am jealous.”  Cheri
mumbles as she grabs a box and opens it.  “I haven’t gotten laid in so long.  I don’t know if I remember how it works with something that doesn’t run on batteries.” She continues, and then we all start laughing, it feels good to laugh with them.