Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (6 page)

“Where are we going to
eat
?”

“Emily stop. Please. I’m going to eat your
pussy as soon as I see you and then we can have dinner. Anywhere
you want, eight hundred dollar plates of food, I don’t care. All I
want is in your pants. You’re killing me.”

“Okay see you at sex… I mean six… Oh silly
me.” I giggle into the phone.

“Oh god, sweetheart I want you. Good-bye
Emily.”

She hangs up and I go to town on my pussy. I
can’t wait another minute to orgasm.

“Hey Stace.” I say with a bright smile coming
into the living room after a hot shower and pleasuring myself.

“Hey woman. You look rather happy. You know
since…”

“Yeah well I have a date tonight so I can’t
be all grumpy.”

“And with who? If it is who I think it is. Is
this a work date or a get down and get some date?” he teases.

“Both.” I blurt plopping down beside him on
the couch.

He raises a brow. “You know if you keep up
talking to her and doing the nasty I might actually start to
believe you’re not as straight as you think you are.” he
smiles.

“I’m an equal opportunity sex connoisseur.
Isn’t that what you call it?” I tease and elbow him in the side.
His laptop is on his lap working, his feet up on the coffee table,
wearing boxers and a blue T. The TV’s off.

“Yes. I fuck many men and women. You haven’t
fucked a woman, not yet anyhow.”

“Well I probably will. Maybe. I dunno. But I
don’t think being with just one woman with no desire to be with
others of the same sex counts as being bi. I think it’s called I
like steak and only one fish.” I giggle.

“A really hot fish. If she was straight I
would have screwed her already.” He states bluntly.

“Wow, Stace why don’t ya tell me how you
really feel about Claire?” I chuckle and lean up to kiss his
cheek.

“I just did.” He wags his golden eyebrows at
me. “You have good taste in both men and women Em. Johnathan is hot
and hung like a stallion and Claire is beautiful and has soft big
tits.”

I bow forward and put my hands on my face
laughing. My hair falling around me like a waterfall. He is so
funny! I can’t believe he just said that to me. He’s in rare form
this morning. He’s got a nasty mouth sometimes. But he’s a little
worse than usual today.

“What? Are you going to deny it?” he says
seriously.

“No, of course not. I’ve seen both of them
naked. They’re hot. I just can’t believe you said Johnathan is hung
like a stallion. He’s your friend. Who’d probably have a heart
attack if he heard you talk about him that way.” I smile and shake
my head laughing.

Sometimes my best friend can be weird. This
morning is defiantly one of those mornings.

“No he wouldn’t. I’ve said it to him before.
He knows I fuck dudes. I’m not going to say I’ve never thought of
Johnathan as a sex object before. He’s too hot not to. Even if I
didn’t work for him I’d still find him hot. But he’s cool with me
being bi. Almost as cool as you are about it.”

I look over at him and frown.

“You’re fucking telling me that he’s known
you’re bi longer than I have?” I raise a brow angrily, my nose
crinkling with disgust.

“Yes, it’s something we talked about when we
were in rehab together among a bunch of other things. He knows most
things about me as I know most things about him. I was in a bad
place when I was getting clean and he kind of helped me out. Kyle
was pushing hard to be together and I couldn’t do it. So I went to
drugs and Johnathan was one of the men in the rehab to help me get
clean.”

“You never? You know?”

He barks a laugh and runs his hand through
his beautiful shaggy blonde hair. “Oh god no. It wasn’t for a lack
of trying on my part. For like the first six months I knew him I
tried to convince him to try to let me ‘show him a good time’.” He
air quotes. “He never did though and I stopped once I was clean and
had my head on straight. He’s straight. Well I’m not going to say
he’s not a little freaky in the bedroom but that’s normal.”

Thank the lord! I think I might have had a
stroke if they had actually done something. That is not another
pile of shit I want to add to my mound of life.

“So you say you know him so well. Do you
think he does love me? You didn’t think that before but Deacon and
James both thinks he is. Where is James anyway?” I glance
around.

“He’s at home. He won’t be in until later. I
told him to take some time to himself. He stayed late last night
after you went to sleep and I’ve been working him hard. As for
love? At first I was angry. I mean the seeing red angry, about him
and you and what he was doing. But now? I think he might in his own
way. It’s not normal. He gives me the feeling if you’d let him,
he’ll be dependent on you emotionally as well as physically. Not
the normal dependent either. He’s shown aggression toward others
already and it might get worse and he could get possessive. I don’t
know but I know him and if this is love he feels he won’t half ass
it. It will be all or nothing for him.”

“Do you think he’ll be mad if he finds out
I’ve been or might continue sleeping with Claire? Hypothetically of
course. I just don’t want him to get crazy and ruin the business
side of our arrangement with her.”

“Claire’s a woman. So maybe not. He might
wanna watch.” He bumps into me playfully. “Knowing Johnathan he
will give you her if that’s what you desire. He’s a giver. But he
could also play the possessive asshole part and force you to never
talk to her again. If you chose to date him or whatever in the
future. You’re kind of uncharted territory with him and I’ve never
seen him act the way he acts with you.”

I give him a confused look. “I thought you
said you see it all the time with him.”

“I did. But it’s short-lived. He stopped
fucking around even though you wouldn’t screw him. Except for you
know, Cassandra. He talked to the guys about you and he came to you
when he fucked up with drugs. I think it’s sincere. I hope it is.
Is what I meant to say. He’s a complex man and I don’t always know
his motives.” He shrugs.

I lean over and kiss him on the forehead.

“Thanks’ Stace. All of this with him is
confusing. My heart hurts still because of the Cassandra thing. But
it’s not like I can change what happened I can only change what I
do about it. So I am going to love these little babies.” I caress
my tummy. “And I’m to go on trucking the best I can.”

I cuddle into him and turn on the TV. We
spend the rest of the morning and afternoon hanging on the couch. I
make some mac n cheese for lunch and he paints my nails a pale pink
for my date tonight.

“Hurry up she’s coming to the door!” Stacy
yells down the hall.

I’ve spent the past hour re-showering, doing
my hair, shaving, putting on makeup, pink lipstick, shimmery grey
eye shadow and a crap load of mascara and eyeliner. I’m wearing
shiny black dress. It’s tight around the bust and my bra makes my
boobs push up out of the top. I’ve got hot cleavage. It flares
slightly under my breasts so you can’t see my bump. My red hair is
wavy over my shoulders, and I deep conditioned it today so it’s
extra soft.

I’m so nervous. I’ve never been on a date
with a woman before or on a date in general in a longtime. Well I
did in DC but that doesn’t count it was sudden and it was more of a
bar excursion. Plus, I’ve been horny thinking about this date since
this afternoon. My belly keeps doing summersaults.

“She’s here do you want me to let her in? Oh
god she has a really nice car Em!” he yells again.

I’m busy strapping on my heels and jewelry
for tonight. I can’t get my hand to stop twitching long enough to
latch this damn necklace. I got my silver earrings in, now this
three tier necklace is the problem.

“Em!”

“Jesus, yes! Let her in.” I holler.

A gently knock at my door.

“I said let her in Stace.”

My door opens and holy shit! I freeze
staring. There she is in her five foot five glory. Long straight
brown hair, lovely blue eyes, wearing a black and grey stripe
pantsuit tailored perfectly to her body and super trendy. Her white
blouse is open at the top and her cleavage is poking out just a
little. She’s fucking hot! I can’t believe I’ve went six weeks
without seeing her again.

“Wow!” she exclaims eyeing me up and
down.

I stand up straight smoothing the sides of my
dress down with my hands.

“I should be the one saying that to you. I
love that suit.” I wink with a smile.

“Thanks. But seriously Emily you’re gorgeous.
I guess I forgot how hot you are. You ready to go. I have a gift
for you waiting in the car.”

I raise a flirtatious eyebrow at her and
twirl my hair innocently while biting my lower lip. I can feel my
clit thumping. My belly is doing lots of jumping jacks right now.
My heart no longer aches but is soaring at the sight of her
fantastic beauty.

“Not that kind of gift. A real gift dirty
girl.” She eyes me and licks her lips. Oh fuck she’s hot! Those
pouty lips of hers are perfect and glossy.

“Oh.” I fake frown. “Can you help me with
this first?” I hold out my necklace.

“Sure.” She takes it from my hands. I turn
around and lift my hair so she can clasp it for me in the back.

She steps closer and wraps the necklace
around the front of my neck. Pressing her breasts against my back
she clasps the necklace and it falls forward. I let go of my hair
and she wraps her hand around my torso pushing my back to her
front. I hear her inhale my scent, her face in my long hair.

“You always smell so lovely.” She says
pushing my hair to the side.

She pushes her lips to my neck. Oh yes! I
groan in my throat at the sensual contact. Her lips are soft and
supple. She licks her tongue up my neck leaving a hot slick stream
of her saliva. I’m already breathing heavy and if she keeps up I am
going to take her on my bed right here, right now.

“You were such a naughty girl this morning on
the phone.” She hisses in my ear, goose bumps flare over my skin
and I swallow hard.

“I know.” I choke out.

Her hand that’s tight around my stomach
slides a little lower. I gulp, my throat is dry. My body trembles
at her touch. It’s been so long, far too long since I’ve been
touched like this. The last person was her and it didn’t last long
enough.

“You know what you did to me?” she whispers
seductively in my ear moving her hand even lower.

“No.” I whimper softly.

“Yes, you do Emily. You make me so wet for
you.” She cups my sex with her hand over my panties and I squirm as
the heart of her hand tantalizes my clit. “Do I make you wet
too?”

I nod, and she circles her finger over my hot
core. I’m burning to come. I want her so bad!

“Ah yes, I do make you wet.” She moans in my
ear.

Sliding her finger to the side my panties she
pushes her finger in so she’s touching my bare pussy lips. I nearly
jump out of my heels. Her skin is so soft and warm. I lean my head
back inviting her to take my neck. She sucks it while sliding her
finger between my hot wet slit. Oh god! Yes! She feels so good! I
need her, I want more. Please! She dips her finger into my tight
hole up to her knuckle. I’m shaking in her arms. Sucking my neck
harder, her breathing is hot and heavy in my ear. I let a slight
moan escape my lips as she swirls her finger inside of me. Teasing
me taunting me, fucking me with shallow thrusts.

“See sweetheart I can make you just as wet as
you make me. Your dirty little mouth this morning made me finger
myself at my office chair. I couldn’t wait until I came to see you.
See what you did.” She thrusts into me harder, her finger coaxing
the perfect spot.

“Oh!” I moan. She presses harder and faster!
Oh god. I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I can feel it burning
in my belly.

I can’t catch my breath. More, I need
more!

“That’s right baby I fingered my pussy
because of that hot mouth of yours. Did you like that I fucked my
pussy for you baby?” She hisses in my ear.

I nod fast.

“Say it!” she barks hotly against my neck her
tongue ravishing my skin.

“I… Oh god.” She pumps harder swirling her
finger, my juices dripping all over her.

“Say it!”

“I loved that you…oh yes! I loved that you
fucked your pussy with your finger.” I moan my body convulsing. I
tug my hair. I can feel it my belly wants it. I need it. My core is
screaming. I’m almost there! Oh god!

“Who did I fuck it for?”

“Meeeee.” I moan loud, panting.

“That’s right baby. Do you want to come? Do
you want me to make you feel good?” she groans into my ear.

“Yessss. I’m almost there… please don’t
stop.” I beg.

She pulls her finger out of me and lets me
go. I whip around to face her. Her eyes are on fire, her skin
flush, her lips red from sucking my neck.

“I’m not letting you come. You little tease.”
She sticks the finger in her mouth that was just in me “Not yet,
and you taste so good….” She moans sucking my nectar off her
hand.

I’m panting hard. My core aches with the
desire to be sated and I have the equivalent of blue-balls for
chicks. I need to release so bad or I think I might die.

“I can’t go to dinner like this.” I make out
choppy, waving my hand over my trembling body. I can barely stand
still.

“You should have thought about that this
morning when you teased me. I told you I would punish you. I had to
delay a meeting for twenty minutes and finger myself so I could get
on with my day.” She says sternly, I think I might have made her
mad.

“I’m sorry.” I mumble, on the verge of
crying. Damn these hormones. I breathe deep, taking in a nice
cleansing breath. And another one, as I blink away my tears.