Requisite Vices (23 page)

The chair shuffles, but I don’t bother to look up. I can only assume he’s become so disgusted by talking to me, that he’s decided to leave, and I don’t want my last image of him to be of him walking out the door.

My heart is hammering and I can feel the tears about to break. I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath, remembering how agonizing it could be at times to not receive the smallest response to a message from him. How long could it honestly take to send a simple response?

My thoughts waver, and I grow furious. How dare he make me feel like shit, always hanging on a limb waiting to hear from him, nervously glancing at my phone waiting for the lights to flash for a new message, and yet it never comes. I came here, steeling myself to be the one in control. I came here convincing myself that I’d turn the tables and perhaps, make him want me instead of me sitting around questioning myself, as I feel my confidence dwindle away because of a single man.

Then, the cool touch of his fingers press under my chin as he lifts my face, forcing my eyes into his. He’s moved near me; his body, dangerously close. The electricity from his skin jumps the void between us, sparking against my skin as his pulls me into his arms, and his lips embrace mine. I breathe in deep, taking in his musky scent, as my heart pounds and aches against my rib cage.

He pulls away; his speckled, brown eyes melting my body as he strokes his thumb against my cheek.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I told you I’d try to be better with communicating, and I haven’t been doing a very good job. So many different things demand my attention, but you shouldn’t be suffering for it.”

He apologized to me. A real, heartfelt apology. I can see his eyes begging me for forgiveness, and as much as I don’t want to give in, I do.

Standing firm, I grip the front of his shirt and pull him close, kissing him with the full might of every emotion that’s wracked my body since the day I met him. My body is on fire, and every memory of those unanswered texts float away on the waves of music flowing through the city. His arms wrap around me as his hands slip through my hair, tugging lightly; seductively.

Riley was right; I love with this man. Against all rhyme and reason, I am hopelessly in love. Completely, lustfully and overwhelmingly entangled in him. I can’t fathom how this will work, as I feel the need for constant attention. Even if it’s just a small phone call for five minutes, or a text to check up on me. In my twisted and broken mind, I need some kind of reaffirmation that he hasn’t let someone else catch his eye, or that he hasn’t simply grown bored with me. I need to feel like I’m good enough.

And yet when he’s with me, I can’t imagine how I was so foolish as to think something so absurd. He is so…there were no words. He’s wonderful, incredible, eloquent, successful, intoxicating. A testosterone-infused cocktail of romance and seething dominance. Those words alone doesn’t seem to do him justice. He is absolutely beautiful in every way. His eyes, his body, his mind and his words are sweet notes of a symphony that enraptured my heart. They wrapped me in a blanket and whispered promises, reaffirming that he is one of a kind. I’m obsessed; totally and completely. I’m drunk off of his presence and high from his scent; as if everything I built up to protect myself has come crashing to the ground, exposing raw unadulterated passion, desire, and aching, painful love whenever I am close to him.

Our kiss deepens, and my fingers run through his hair; each soft curl giving way beneath my tender touch.

He sighs heatedly, near inaudibly, against my lips and pulls me closer. My hands move down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It sags off of his shoulders as he runs his fingers through my curls, and holds my head firm against the kiss. Ripping his shirt off, my hands press desperately against his warm chest and relish in the feel of his soft flesh beneath my fingertips. His hands move down my back then over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it down over my shoulders, exposing my bra. His lips move to my neck, kissing the sensitive skin and pulling me firmly against him. His hard, thick erection presses against me, a wave of pleasure crashes through my body in anticipation.

Knowing I can excite him like this heightens my own pleasure all the more, and I’m aching for him. My entire body, now singing with the passion in my heart, as they cry out in unison for him.

Pulling away, a sly smile spreads over his lips as he moves to the window. He tugs the windows open, letting the music waft in on the evening air, and allowing the heat to fill the room. Beckoning me closer, he points out the window.

“Right there. Do you see it?” He whispers, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

My eyes flutter as his words slide through my ears, and I struggle to see what he’s pointing at but I only see the throbbing crowd below.

“The group of people?”

“Mhm.” He whispers as his hands wrap around me from behind, holding me tight as he sways our bodies to the music. “I don’t want you to take your eyes off of them. Watch…knowing at any moment, they could look up and see my hands on your beautiful body.”

His lips move to my neck once more, and kiss along it softly, moving from right below my ear to my shoulder then swapping to the side. His hands move over my breasts and tease over my collar bone. The muscles in my body tense as he does; flashes of pain from so long ago…

I close my eyes tight, strangling the memories, lighting them on fire and watching in pleasure as they burn to ash.

It didn’t happen. Those memories…that life…doesn’t exist and never has.

His hands stop, and he moves them to my hips.

“Is something wrong? Are you all right?”

“…yeah. Just, please don’t touch me there… it makes me uncomfortable…”

“Then let me make up for it.”

He turns me to face him and gazes into my eyes as he runs his fingers through my hair. I have to bite my tongue to keep from my lips from betraying me. Do I love him? I want nothing more than to tell him right here and now. My heart aches, my throat clenches, but I hold it back. His eyes, and his touch, banish the darkness of old, painful memories.

“When all of the festivities are over, and my obligations complete, I’d like you to come stay with me for a few days. If you can. Perhaps a weekend? I would love to spend some more time with you. Uninterrupted, of course.”

“Uninterrupted? That’s hard to pass up.”

I run my fingers along his prominent jaw line, then tilt my face up to meet his, lightly tracing my lips along his. They’re soft and supple, like running my lips over the ripe flesh of freshly opened rose petals. Everything about this man makes me crave more. He’s my drug, my freedom. I want nothing more than to be locked in this moment for eternity.

Smiling, he kisses along my cheek and down my neck as he hooks his thumbs into the waist of my skirt and tugs it down to splash at my feet. He lightly traces his fingertips over the front of my laced panties, then slides his lips down further, lightly licking between my breasts as he leans down and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me and placing my butt on the windowsill, my body pressing against the transparent glass.

If anyone were to look up, they probably wouldn’t be phased by seeing a naked woman against a window, not like I’d care what they thought at this moment, anyhow. They didn’t exist. It’s just him and I in my world, and at this moment, that’s all I ever want it to be.

Thoughts of Riley, Ethan, Angela; they weren’t there. My home, my car, my money, my past; it didn’t exist. It’s him and I, and I want nothing more than to feel my body meld with him, be a part of him, and float on his ocean until I drown.

He slips his fingers in the band of my panties, wiggling me out of them, and as he pulls them from my feet, he kneels down in front of me and presses his lips against my ankle. He slithers his tongue against my skin, sending shocks through my body strong enough to draw moans from my lips. I’ve never felt something so incredible, nor had I ever thought that my ankles were as sensitive as they were proving to be.

What kind of sex did I have before him? It all seems terribly mundane and boring in comparison, as if I’d never fully experienced it. As if nothing, at all, could ever compare.

Moving to the other ankle, his lips go back to work. My fingers dig into the windowsill as my head tilts back, my eyes fluttering as my moans grow with each touch.

I don’t want him to stop, and as his lips work against my ankles, my muscles clench. My body and mind are wrapped in a fit of ecstasy within seconds, without warning, and as my back arches, I feel that all-too-familiar sensation welling up deep in my body.

“Please, Alex…”

“Come for me, my lovely girl.”

My body rebels against my will, trembling and writhing against the window as my lips moan his name.

He stands, wrapping me up in his arms, and carries me to the bed.

“You’re so erotic, my dear. And so sensitive…”

“Please,” I gasp, burying my face against his shoulder, “I need more. Please.”

He strips the rest of his clothes, his body glistening in the evening sunlight like a golden statue.

Crawling on me, he gathers my wrists in one hand, and pins my arms above my head. My breasts tremble with each labored breath, my sensitive nipples pressing against his chest as I bend my knees and press my thighs against his hips. He kisses my lips, his tongue hungrily wrapping around my own as he strokes his free hand down my side and grips the small of my back.

Slowly, agonizingly, he slides himself inside of me, and my body screams in delight. Still sensitive from my orgasm mere moments before, my body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure wracks through me.

He begins slow, sliding in and out with calculated movements. Running my hands over his back, I grip tight; my nails bite into his skin, raking against his flesh. He lets out a guttural growl and dives into me, driving hard and deep. My back arches against him as my head presses back into the bed. He’s so deep, shoving every inch into me, and it’s almost too much. It hurts, but oh…it feels so damn good.

“Take me!” I scream as my body trembles, my lips unable to bite back the words any longer.

And he obliges, slamming mercilessly into me, moaning against my neck. His lips vibrate with his primal, carnal groans of pleasure, and the sound of pure sex assaults my ears.

Swiftly, he props himself on his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders while still buried deep inside of me. Gripping my hips, he pulls out, agonizingly, then thrusts into me in one sift motion, as his lips find my ankles and kiss them lovingly. Every inch pushes and stretches my sensitive sex around him.

He looks down at my body, his eyes hungry, flaming with desire as he presses his hips against me, steadily quickening in response to my lust-filled scream. Gripping the bed, fisting the sheets as he takes me, my nails threatening to rip them to shreds as my body tenses and aches.

“Please…don’t stop…” I beg.

My body writhes, contorting into an image of pure pleasure, as I grip his arms. He increases his pace, sliding effortlessly into me until I’m left trembling beneath his body. My back arches, my eyes fluttering as I scream. Each delectable contraction squeezes him, as I throw myself from the edge of another, earth shattering orgasm.

My legs slip from his shoulders, weakened, as my body twitches and trembles, but he doesn’t stop. He grips my thighs firmly, thrusting into me harder and faster as his eyes roll back and his eyes flutter to a close.

“Oh, God, Cass…you feel incredible” he groans.

He’s panting, sweat glistening on his body as his rock hard cock fills me to a near breaking point.

Spearing into me with an animalistic ferocity, his eyes take on a wild look, his damp curls clinging to his face and neck as his perfectly trimmed nails bite into my thighs. Wincing in delectable pain, the small jolt spreading like a wildfire from his fingertips, throughout my body into a mix of fire and lightning, churning in the middle of a maelstrom. I’m melting into him, each limb and bit of skin indistinguishable as our bodies press perfectly into one another, each movement a carefully calculated note of exquisite harmony.

His eyes blaze, head tilting back as I feel him grow inside of me. His breathing comes ragged, struggled from his lips as every muscle tenses against me. He groans, moans, then grows silent as his breath catches in his chest, and he comes. Bliss and ecstasy flashes in his eyes for the briefest of moments before he collapses on top of me, tilting my face to meet his.

“You’re wonderful.” he whispers breathlessly, kissing my lips.

Rolling off of me, he wraps me in his arms, and I feel safe and carefree. It’s the only place I can ever imagine being, the only place I ever want to be.

His chin rests on the top of my head as I wrap my arm and leg around him, taking in his scent mixed with the lusty smell of our lovemaking, and I feel lucky to have him. Never had I thought I’d be lying in a bed with this man, who enraptures all with his written and spoken words, and yet here I am. And I know I’m his. There are other men who may capture my eye, and yet none have captured my soul as much as this man, with nothing more than a few words and a look from his eye.

Tracing my nails lightly over his chest, I listen to his heart pound against my ear. He reaches down and softly pets my hair, leaning down for a moment to kiss the top of my head, and I can’t help but smile. If only every night were like this…