Bittersweet Deceit (23 page)

“
Both but mostly me.”

“And you
’re pursuing me? Don’t you see you’re just hurting yourself?” I asked.

“This is different.”

“How the hell is it different?” I said, throwing my hands in the air.

“Lainie, come on. At least admit there is something mystical going on between us. Not that I enjoy your repeated rebuffs
, but at least I get why you keep rejecting me. Bad timing is part of it. You’re otherwise occupied. But damn when we kiss. Come on, OCDC, don’t lie to me. It’s better with me than it is with Mason, isn’t it?”

I shifted uncomfortably and said,
“My kisses with Mason are perfectly fine. I’d go as far as saying excellent.”

“And ours?”
He moved his hand back and forth between us.

“I don’t remember.”

“Bullshit,” he said, fiercely.

“Let’s talk about something else.”

“No way.” He threw down the crust of his pizza and wiped his face and hands with a napkin. “Stand,” he demanded.

“Why?”

“You know why.” Not waiting for me to respond, he lifted me up under my arms, kicked the stool away, which went clattering against the tile, and pushed me up against the wall. His hard body pressed against mine, instantly arousing me.

Then his lips touched mine and I became
pliant in his arms. His soft lips caressed me, slowly at first, exploring my mouth with his tongue, seeking out mine. Once they collided he groaned and rubbed his hard, steely erection into my mound. I wanted to see his cock, touch it, taste it. Instead of lowering down in front of him, I grasped his ass with both hands and pulled him in tighter.

“Oh
, Stayman,” I mumbled against his lips.

“I won’t stop,” h
e whispered, the arousal clear in his declaration. Before I could protest, he swept me up and with my arms around his neck he carried me to his bed. His eyes stayed locked on me as he transported me with ease. He sat on the edge of the bed and resumed teaching me a lesson via his kiss. Bound and determined to prove himself right, he continued the odysseys of our abandon.

Something inside me opened up
, and my heart expanded. At first, elation spilled out and eddied around us. Somehow his kiss fused vivid, sexual desire and tenderness into one incredible sensation, rendering me defenseless. He made me feel vulnerable and breached the door to all of my emotions.

In opening my soul
, the pain caused by my recent revelations escaped. I gasped uncontrollably. Then a howl of hurt and betrayal erupted and I couldn’t stop it.

“Oh
, Lainie, I’m so sorry you’re hurting,” he said as he rocked me and held me close.

I lay my face
against his chest as I purged the grief of my lost love affair. A part of me forever burnt in the wreckage. “I ... I’m ... getting your ... shirt—”

“
Shh, It’s okay,” he said, moving my hair away from my face.

“I feel like ...
like such a fool,” I said, peering up at Stay.

His eyes were moist. He kissed my tear soaked cheeks
and eyes. “Here’s nothing wrong with being a fool for love. Us fools are the ones that ultimately find their true match.”

Scanning his eyes for duplicity, I didn’t find any there. “Don’t let me go,” I whispered.

“Never.”

I started to wipe my tears on the back of my hand.

With me still in his lap, he reached over to end table, took out a pale-green handkerchief and handed to me.

Laughing through the tears, I said, “You weren’t kidding about these things.” I wiped my face and blew my nose.

“Abundant uses.”

I sat up on his lap and saw the huge, wet spot on his shirt.

“Seriously, don’t worry about,” he said. “Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?”

“Stay...”

“Yes
, honey?”

“You.”

“Me? Oh, I see. Come.” He laid us out on the bed facing each other, his legs entangled with mine. “What can I do for you?”

“Kiss me again.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want—”

“Now you show some propriety?” I tugged his shirt toward me.

“Okay.” His crooked smile shined bright.

Then, thankfully, he kissed me again. I finally got my wish and traveled away from myself, away from the pain and anguish, sparking a hope that I might really let go of the past and move on. It might take me weeks or months, but in Stay’s arms, I believed I would make it.

His kisses were gentle and full of compassion and love. Even so, my body steamed with intense need.

I pulled back and said, “I want you.”

“God, Lane, you have no idea. I just don’t think—”

“Don’t think. Please.”

“You might regret—”

“I’ll never regret spending this night in your arms. I can’t make any promises about the future, but right now there is no other place I want to be. I want you Stay. Please make love to me. We’ll do it your way.”

“Lainie, I...”

I moved to sit up. “If you don’t want to, then just say so. I won’
t be mad.”

He pulled me back down and
shoved my hand under the elastic of his PJs. “What do you think? Take your clothes off for me.”

I hesitated and he seemed to sense why.

“I love your body. Trust me.”

I sat up and pulled the shirt over my head and folded it to the side. I shimmied out of the bottoms and then lay with my arms in close, fighting off the impulse to cover my breast. My legs tightly shut.

“Relax,” he said. “You’re beautiful, Lainie.” He ran his hand down the center of my chest and around my hip. “Womanly and soft.”

“Thank you. Do I get to see?” I said, pointing down to his cock.

“If you’re a good girl.”

I harrumphed
, and he laughed.

“Spreads your legs for me.
Oh, yes. You have a beautiful pussy and she’s already juicy.” He ran his fingers through my cleft and then held them up observing all the wetness. “Oh, OC, our kisses are more than good. You smell incredible; I bet you taste good too.” Laying his head near mine, he kissed my neck as his trailed his hand over the swell of my breast, grazing my nipples. “You have tiny nipples that really stand at attention. I like that.”

“Ohhh,” I said as he rolled and twisted my little buds between his fingers.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you, to have you just like this?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Way too long, OC, way too long. Your skin is so soft,” he said, running both hands over my nipples to my shoulders around my collarbone and up my neck. His lips took mine, drowning out my moans. Sliding his hand down my stomach, he found my clit. “Already so wet
and
hard for me. I have to taste you now.”

When he slid down the bed, I tensed up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, lifting his head. “Have you changed your mind?”

“It’s not that.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t like men to do that
.”

He pulled his head back
in surprise and confusion. “Are you telling me that M—I mean that none of your lovers have made you come with their tongue?”

I shook my head.

“Why don’t you like it?”

“For one, I come easily from intercourse.”

“It’s a completely different kind of orgasm. Have you never had a clitoral orgasm?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Wow, okay. Why else?”

“My clit is very sensitive and the men I let try—not very many—hurt me. It didn’t feel good.”

A huge smile spread across his features.

“Why are you grinning?”

“I have so much to show you. It thrills me that we will have a first together—starting now.” He lowered back down and explored my labia with his fingers first, then his tongue. “Your smell and your taste are incredible. Poor guys, they so missed out.” Slowly with soft caresses of his tongue, he worked his way around my opening, lightly sucking on my lips.

My back arched and my pussy flushed.

“There you go, she knows what she likes.” He blew across my saturated labia, and then journeyed to my taut clit.

Feathering touches kissed my clit and I groaned.

He paused, peered up and smiled at me.
Then he bent back down and continued. His slow, sensitive licks caused my hips to gyrate out of control. He wrapped his arms around the outside of my thighs and used his hands to spread me open. His dancing rhythm—never touching the same spot twice—had me vibrating on the edge of a tsunami. As if reading my body, he would taper off, dousing lower into my pussy, lapping up my come. Again, back to my most acute pleasure spot and down again.

He took me by surprise when he fingered my
entrance, finding my danger spot just right inside. “Your G-spot is nice and swollen. Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes
, Stay, yes!”

“Good because it’s going to be a doozy. Hang on.”

I grabbed the comforter with both hands as he twirled around my clit and lightly massaged inside of me. My back arched again, guttural noises sounding. I felt high as if I’d already come, and yet the euphoria continued to grow. “Ohhh. Ohhh. Pleeease!”

And the
n I did. The explosive release fired off my first contraction. Every muscle clinched tightly and then relaxed over and over again. The climax lasted longer than I had ever experienced. I lay there spent, my pussy firing aftershocks repeatedly. “You’ve convinced me,” I mumbled.

He scooped me up in his arms pulling me on top of him.

“You’re still dressed,” I whispered next to his throat.

“Just take your time and enjoy,” he said, kissing my head and burying his nose in my hair.

“You’re good at that,” I sighed.

“That’s just the beginning.”

I grinned up at him, “That’s a good start.”

His still
rigid cock pressed against my stomach.

“Does it hurt to be hard for so long?”

“For some men yes. For me, when I eventually come it’s more intense if I’ve waited. Lately I’ve gotten used to walking around with an erection.”

“Will you let me play with him?
Will we have sex?” I asked.

“I haven’t decided.”

“Why?” I couldn’t fathom why.

“If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”

“Very funny. Tell me.”

“Intercourse is a definite
no, not until you’re going to give us a real shot.”

I thought about it for a second and then said,
“I understand, I do. And if I return the favor?”

“Sex means something to me.”

“Me too. Stop stalling, I want to see your body like you got to see mine.”

He peeled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. “My nipples are sensitive.”

“Really?” My eyes opened wide. “I didn’t know that worked for some men.” I brushed my fingers over his tiny nipples.

Stay’s breathing became heavier.

I tugged at his bottoms. “Please,” I said, dying to see his cock.

He pushed
off his PJs revealing his boxers with a large wet spot on the front.

“You
were
turned on. Does that happen a lot?” I ran my hand over the front of his shorts.

“When I’m super turned on, the
pre-cum flows.”

“That’s sexy. Was it the kisses or going down on me?”

“Both,” he groaned as I traced the outline of his cock.

“Huh. Did it happen at the club?” I wondered
out loud.

“Yes. I’ll never forget that kiss.”

“Me either. Now stop making me wait,” I said, tugging on the bottom of his boxers.

He
pulled them down and kicked them to the side.

“
Holy moly. I think you might be too big for me. I mean, wow, really.”

“I promise you, we
’ll make it work.”

The
veiny shaft was significantly thicker than I’d ever seen. The full head covered a good portion of the top. In addition, the seven and a half inches or so were more than I usually liked.

When I realized that I was staring at it, I reached out and caught a pearl of his
pre-cum on my finger and rubbed it around the tip.

His cock jump
ed and twitched and more pre-cum came to the surface.

I shifted to his side and lapped up the come. Leaning over, my breast gra
zed against his balls and shaft.

“Oh that feels amazing. Love your tits against me.”

I danced my breast over and around his cock, lightly jostling his testicles with their weight.