Chapter 14
Bianca
My heart swelled as Wayne asked again, showing how much consent truly meant to him.
I nodded, still speechless after an explosive orgasm, and reached for him.
He stood and started to undo his pants before I caught his hand and pulled it away.
I sat up, running my hands over his pale skin, the bumps and ridges of hard muscle, the fine trail of hair that led down below his waistband.
I slid my hands around his waist and pulled him closer, kissing his stomach, enjoying the feel of his hands caressing my hair.
My fingers made short work of his pants and they dropped around his ankles.
Though his boxers were still in place, his enormous cock peeked out of the top and my mouth watered at the sight while I simultaneously felt intimidated by its sheer size.
That was a problem for future me. Now, I wanted to please him the way he’d pleased me.
“You don’t have to return the favor,” he murmured. “Not until you’re ready.”
In response, I slipped his boxers off. His cock stood proud, thick and long, the skin soft as I grazed my fingers over it.
Wayne hissed through his teeth and I watched his face as I wrapped my hand around him and tugged.
He groaned, hips thrusting, and his hand curled in my hair.
Licking my lips, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over his head, across his slit.
“Shit,” he whispered.
I took a few moments to explore him, taste the silky skin, test his reactions to every spot.
Then I swallowed him, taking him as far as I could without choking.
Wayne grunted at the suddenness, but I was already pulling away.
I pushed him back a step and slid off the bed to my knees, bringing the object of my desire to face level.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, pumping him with my hand again.
He smiled, his blue eyes soft. “Just you.”
My tongue curled around his length as I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down.
Wayne cursed under his breath, muscles tensing under my hands where I held on to his hips.
Every hiss, every flex of his fingers, every curse, made me feel powerful, like I could bring him to his knees if I wanted.
My pussy throbbed, aching for him, and I slipped my hand down there to ease it.
The area was still sensitive from his affection. My other hand tightened on him, working in tandem with my mouth, and I moaned around him. I glanced up to see his face turned to the ceiling. As if sensing my gaze, he looked down, expression morphing from pleasure to intense hunger.
“Are you…” He trailed off, licking his lips. I managed a short nod without releasing him. “Fuck, Bianca.”
My name from his mouth was music to my ears. I tore my eyes from his, focusing solely on him and my quickly building orgasm. His tip brushed the back of my throat, and I was surprised to find I didn’t gag. When I tested it again, took him in further, he groaned another curse.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbled.
I laughed, almost choking myself on him, and he tensed as the vibration ran through him.
His cock stiffened to silk-covered steel and I braced myself to catch him even as my fingers were set to push me over the edge with him.
Swirling, pumping, rubbing, sucking. Wayne’s hand fisted in my hair, hips jerking as heat splashed against the back of my throat.
Rubbing harder, my own orgasm followed right behind his and I drank him down greedily, every taste and sensation contributing to that blissful moment. His grip eased and he wobbled dangerously, catching himself on the edge of the bed behind me.
Well, I’d almost brought him to his knees.
He huffed, edged with a sexy growl, and with one final swipe of my tongue, I let him go. I crawled up between his arms, bringing him with me as I slid back on the bed.
“If you ask me for permission one more time in the same session,” I said as soon as his mouth opened, “I’m going to lose it. Fuck me now.”
A wide grin stretched across his face. “Yes, ma’am.” His gaze faltered. “Condom?”
“Birth control,” I gasped. “I’m clean, too.”
He grinned. “As am I.” I probably shouldn’t have taken his word, but deep inside, I trusted him implicitly.
Future me was now present me, and despite the fact that I’d just had it in my mouth, it honestly didn’t look like it would fit inside. I wanted it, wanted him, but he was freaking enormous.
He positioned himself at my entrance, sliding back and forth against my still sensitive pussy.
Heat curled low in my belly, ready for whatever sensational experience he was going to bring.
Easing the tip in, his cerulean gaze was pinned on me, going as slow as he thought he needed to.
Each small thrust brought him deeper, stretching, filling, until I was so full that I thought I’d burst.
And yet, there was a perfection in that feeling. He was practically penetrating my lungs, but I felt whole, like that was where he belonged. His eyebrows were tilted up with worry, but I shook my head.
“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” My lungs fought against me, voice coming out raspy. I hooked my calves around his waist, and he grabbed them instinctively. “Move.”
Wavering just a second longer, he nodded and pulled out.
My body cried out at the emptiness he left behind before he filled it again, so painfully slow.
I was glad that he was giving me time to adjust, but what I needed and what I wanted were two entirely different beasts.
The next time he pulled out, I used my legs to push him back in hard.
He grunted, hands landing on either side of me. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I took his face between my hands and smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Trust me to tell you if it hurts.”
Sitting up a bit, I pressed my lips to his. He leaned on one arm, hooking his other arm under my right leg. “Tell me,” he said again, then thrust hard.
The air left my lungs as he hammered a spot so deep inside, it sent tremors through every nerve ending.
I arched my back and the angle sent him farther.
The arm he was propped on slid under me, holding me close as he tore me in half and put me back together.
My mind couldn’t grasp a single coherent thought, only sensation, only Wayne.
He muttered something against my skin that I couldn’t make out.
I was unraveling, the heat he’d stoked in me now a roaring fire in my core.
My world centered on him in that moment, eyes squeezed shut, bruising grip on my thigh, pounding relentlessly into me.
I was going to shatter into a thousand pieces and enjoy every second of it.
My stomach flipped and fireworks exploded across my skin, stealing breath I hadn’t been able to catch for minutes, hours, days.
Wayne groaned loudly, sounding almost like a roar, face pressed to my chest as his thrusts became wild, unhinged.
His hot breath washed over me, and I gasped as he held me tighter, his hips jerking erratically as he came.
Wayne traced his nose across my chest and along my collarbone, and I shivered when his teeth grazed my skin. He’d buried his face in my neck when we finished. Somehow, the teeth at my neck felt impossibly sharp. “Wayne?” I whispered.
“Give me a second,” he said in a low, growly voice. “That was…”
“I know,” I said. “Me, too.” I rubbed his back to help him come down from the amazing high that was. A moment later, he lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“You okay?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I’m fine. More than fine. That was just intense. Are you okay?”
I chuckled and kept rubbing his back. “Intense for sure. And I’m great.” I was more than great. My last orgasm floated over me still, putting me in a post-sex euphoria I didn’t want to let go of.
That was, by far, the best sex I’d ever had in my damn life.
“Come on,” he said. “You’ve still got green behind your ear.”
I let Wayne pull me from the bed and lead me into the bathroom. “This is a pretty great shower,” he said.
“It was one of the selling points of the apartment for me,” I said as I reached in and turned on the three showerheads. “And the water heater is tankless, so it’s pretty much an unlimited water supply.”
Wayne stepped through the large, glass doorway and led me in with his hand. “Come on, I’ll get that green off of you.”
I showed him which face wash to use and stepped into the spray.
Wayne lathered his hands up, then rubbed my neck from behind. Green water trickled down my breasts until it ran clear. “I think you got it,” I said with a laugh. Turning, I grabbed my body wash and squirted a liberal amount in my palm. “My turn.”
Smoothing the liquid over his chest, I massaged and cleaned his pecs, up over his shoulders, and down his arm.
On his other arm, I lifted it and turned it over, inspecting the tattoo of a dragon with a circle.
Wayne froze as I inspected it, barely breathing.
“You’re going to have to explain what the significance of this tattoo is if you guys aren’t a cult,” I said. “Seems pretty significant to me.”
“It’s not a big deal,” he said. “We’re just friends, and we have a lot more friends. And some of it is family.”
He was full of shit. “A bunch of people don’t get the same tattoo for friendship. Are you like former military with one another?” I shook my head. “No, it’s more than that, because my sister got one, too. And she’ll only tell me to ask you when I question her about it.”
I pushed on one shoulder and pulled on the other, forcing him to turn around. “Here,” I said, holding out the bottle of body wash. “You can wash your own privates.”
He chuckled at my teasing tone and held his hand out for the soap.
I put more in my hand and washed his back, scratching as I did.
“I mean, I don’t think you guys are a bunch of serial killers or anything.
My sister wouldn’t get mixed up in that mess.
But you’re something. Nobody is married, but everyone acts like it. ”
“Some connections run deeper than marriage,” he said cryptically. I wanted to slap him upside the back of the head.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t marry me?” I asked. “Because of some connections?”
He whirled around and popped a kiss to my lips. “I’d marry you in a second if you wanted me to. Or I’d do a handfasting ceremony, or go before a justice of the peace, or a mystic, or whatever you wanted to do to show the world I wanted to spend my life with you.”
I sucked in a deep breath as Wayne’s eyes widened. “Not that I’m saying we should jump right into marriage,” he said quickly.
“Mmmhmm.” I arched an eyebrow and stepped back into the spray to rinse the soap off of my neck and body. “Sounds complicated.”
He nodded vigorously. “It is complicated. Very.”
I crossed my arms over my breasts. “So uncomplicate it.”
As he rinsed himself, he kept glancing at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for that conversation?”
“How can I be sure if I’m ready for a conversation when I don’t have the foggiest clue what it is?” I asked.
He chuckled and turned off the water. “I guess so.” Without waiting for me, Wayne stepped out and dried off. He didn’t close the bathroom door, so as I was drying myself, I heard his conversation on the phone clearly. “Hey. Is Briana there?”
Why did he need to know where my sister was? Was she more involved in this than I’d realized? I knew she had the tattoo, but shit. This was Bri.
“We’ll be on our way soon,” Wayne said.
Suddenly, my nerves jangled and twisted my stomach. I walked out of the bathroom and my face must’ve been worried. Wayne hung up the phone and smiled at me. “It’s okay. I promise, you’re safe and Bri will be there. We’ll explain about the tattoos and the cult thing.”
We dressed, and the word cult kept banging on the front of my mind. Cult, cult, cult.
“You ready?” Wayne asked.
I nodded and followed him to his truck. Cult, cult, cult.
With a lump in my throat, I let Wayne open my door. Cult, cult, cult.
I stayed quiet all the way to Jace’s Place. Cult, cult, cult.
When we pulled up in front of Jace and Bri’s house, Bri came waddling out the door with her arms out. “C’mere, sister,” she said.
Ignoring Wayne, cult, cult, cult, I sprinted up the porch stairs and got right in Briana’s face. “What is going on?” I asked. “What is this insanity?”
Someone beside me chuckled and I shrieked and whirled around, spreading my arms to protect Briana from the newcomer who had appeared in a part of the porch that didn’t have an exit or entrance. She’d just… appeared! “Where the hell did you come from?” I asked in a high-pitched voice.
The woman shrugged. “That’s a question with a long answer that I don’t feel like getting into today. Just calm down. We aren’t a cult.” The little woman shrugged. “Well, not truly.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled, then the smile turned to a laugh. “You’ve always liked fairy tales, haven’t you?”
I gaped at the woman and nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
She spread her arms wide. “Bianca Newman, welcome to your fairy tale.”