Chapter 16
The only badthing about Tessa being in charge is that now that I”ve tongue fucked her boneless, I have to wait for her to recover. Meanwhile, I lay here hard as marble, and suffering from a raging case of blue balls. My eyes slide over her smooth skin, which doesn”t make my situation easier, but what an amazing sight.
“What are you doing?” she asks me with a hint of amusement in her voice.
I slide my hand down her back and over her ass. “Enjoying the view and waiting for you to regrow bones.”
She chuckles a low, throaty sound that sends more blood racing down to my cock. “Can you stop being sexy for just a little bit, please?”
“Hmmm,” a satisfied almost purr rolls out of her. “I’m not sure I can turn it off.”
I was afraid she was going to say that. “Then you may actually kill me. I might be the first man to die of blood loss, because all of my blood has gone to my dick. I”ll be like one of those cases they warn men about in the ED commercials, except you are the drug.”
“That sounds dangerous. I better do something to make sure my new favorite toy doesn’t get broken.”
For a second I think about taking issue with classifying my dick as a toy, or labeling it as new. If anything, she’s been obsessed with my cock for a while, but then she starts to slide her hand down my shaft, and all arguments escape me.
She shows me she knows what she’s doing when she works her hand over the head and uses the pre-cum leaking out of the tip as a lubricant. Her hand glides down my rigid length with ease thanks to how much she’s teased me already. With steady pressure, she squeezes tightly starting at the base, and works her hand up and down.
I toss my head back, and feel the muscles in my neck strain as I try and hold back the jolt of electricity and fire I feel racing up through my balls up my spine and spreading warmth through every nerve in my body. Through gritted teeth, I hiss, “Tessa, baby, you have to stop that or I”m going to embarrass myself.”
“Mmmm,” she hums again. “But it feels good,” she moans, and I”m almost convinced that she feels the same thing I am.
Maybe she does. This isn’t just fucking, not like what I’d been holding us back from doing for so long after she came back. This is her crawling into my skin, and making a home inside of me, where she has always belonged.
A long moan is pulled from my chest, but I grab her hand to stop her. “It really fucking does, but after all this time I would rather come in your cunt than your hand.”
She tosses her leg over my waist, and I feel the heat from her pussy as she rocks over my aching erection. “That does sound like a better idea.”
She torments me further by rubbing up and down without letting me slip inside. I grumble, but the truth is I kind of like the torture. I might be a little bit of a masochist.
We stare into each other’s eyes, and all of the clichés make sense to me. I understand now what it means to fall into her soul, to see into her, and all that flowery bullshit that I would have rolled my eyes at just yesterday. Her dark eyes, always so expressive, reveal more to me than she ever has with words. She’s admitted again that she loves me, but that is just a word. Love is something we throw around easily and for too many things. Her eyes speak a different language. It’s ancient, and needs no translation. Through them I know she feels the same devastating, soul encompassing, ground shaking emotions I do, that our language inadequately labels as love.
When the connection between us reaches a crescendo, her mouth clashes against mine in a hungry kiss. We consume each other in much the same way our souls were combining together. This is more than sex, it’s magic connecting us back together.
The pleasure is intense, but it’s about so much more than getting off, and taking it slow never felt so amazing. I could spend the entire day living in this limbo right here. Up until now, I”ve always been more of an instant gratification kind of a guy, but I am learning how sexy anticipation can be. Waiting for Tessa is no longer a hardship. It”s a privilege, one that I will never take for granted again, unless I die from it.
Her hand slips in between us and grabs on to the root of my cock, positioning me at her opening. The tip slips into her heat, and I fight the urge to grab her shoulders and shove her down the rest of the way. Slowly, she rocks herself down my length, and I know she has to adjust to my size. Just before she is halfway down, the fucking phone rings.
“Don”t answer it,” I say, through clenched teeth.
“Wasn”t planning on it,” she pants, as she continues to lower herself on top of me.
She”s almost there, just a couple more inches until her hips meet mine. The incessant ringing starts again, and I can see her eyes dart anxiously toward the phone. “What if it”s an emergency?” she worries.
Her movements have slowed, and I know she”s not going to be able to enjoy herself until she manages to calm her mind. “Would it help you relax if you knew?” I force myself to ask.
She bobs her head. I stretch my arm out to the nightstand and hand her the offensive piece of plastic and glass.
Tessa mouths, “Thank you,” and answers the phone.
“Hello?” she answers, without having looked at the screen.
“Oh, hey, Benji, uh, I”m not sure what our plans are tonight. I”ll have to ask Ford.”
I can”t hear his side of the conversation, but I know he”s up to some shit. He knows we”re here together, and of course, he wants to see her, but I’m sure he mostly doesn”t want me to be alone with her. I wouldn’t either if our roles were reversed, but she’s my soulmate, not his. Of course he loves her, she’s easy to love, but he will recover. I haven’t in all the time we’ve been apart, and I don’t think I ever could.
Grabbing onto her hips, I remind her of my presence, because I can’t stand sharing her even for a second. Holding her steady, I thrust up into her, and her breath hitches. She drops one hand to my chest and digs her nails into my muscle. The small bite of pain makes my balls pull up into my body and I yank her down harder on my cock in reflex. Her inner walls flutter around me, and she gasps into the phone before she can stop herself. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I’m not upset he may have heard what she sounds like as she falls apart for me.
Tessa turns her face to look down at me, and when I think she”s about to tell me to stop, she holds herself with that hand on my chest and starts to roll her hips. My fingers dig into her lush curves and help rock her up and down my dick.
Being inside of her is better than I remember. It isn”t just the hot, wet, tightness of her cunt, and the way it squeezes my cock that I love. It”s also the flush of her skin, the way she blushes from her breasts to her cheeks, the way her pulse beats rapidly in her neck and how her breathing makes her chest heave. Most of all, I love the way she melts for me. How she doesn”t try and hide any of her reactions. This woman who is so reserved, who keeps her feelings locked down around everyone else, opens up for me when we’re alone.
It was amusing when I started this game, but I”m no longer interested in playing it. I reach up with one hand and pinch her nipple, getting her attention back from the phone. She has sensitive tits, and can be brought to climax with enough attention to her nipples. I’m probably the only man alive who knows this, and she knows I’ll use it against her to get what I want.
Her eyes flash to mine and I mouth, “Get off the phone.” I emphasize my point by thrusting up into her hard.
“Ugh,” she grunts, and then, in a breathy voice says, “I”m going to have to call you back.” Before he can say anything she hangs up the phone and throws it on the floor.
“That was playing dirty,” she chastises me.
I raise one eyebrow and give her a disbelieving look. “You’re bouncing on my dick, while talking to another guy. One you were recently engaged to. I think I was being very open-minded.”
She purses her lips and looks contemplative. “You”re right, you should be rewarded for being so gracious.”
I swivel my hips while she”s talking and watch her mouth fall open into a small O. The fluttering in her pussy has become a rhythmic squeezing. She’s fighting hard to hold off another orgasm. She isn”t the only one who can dish out erotic torture. I know her buttons just as well as she knows mine. There might”ve been a lot of things that have changed in our lives, but I am the one who has spent time getting to know everything that she likes, and I doubt those things have changed. I know what gets her off better than she does.
“What did you have in mind?” I finally ask.
She doesn”t answer with words. Instead, she reaches up and grabs the headboard, lifts her hips and slams down on top of me. She repeats this action over and over until our bodies are slamming together. I”m holding onto her hips and I wonder if this is what it”s like when I take her hard.
The noises coming from me are animalistic. I hold on tighter to her, trying to slow her movements, but she is more wild than I am. Her hips undulate, rolling and rocking on top of me each time her pelvis meets mine.
“Vixen, baby, I need you to slow down. I”m never going to last this way,” I implore her.
My body feels molten, with a pleasure so high I can”t even describe the feelings racing through every vein in my body. It”s like I”ve been injected with a drug that causes pure euphoria, and Tessa is my new addiction. I want this feeling to last forever, but the tingling sensation racing through my lower back, down my legs, and through my cock is telling me I have moments until the most violent orgasm of my life takes me over.
“Seriously, I”m going to come if you don”t stop,” I warn her.
As soon as I say the words the walls of her pussy squeeze around my cock so hard I see stars. Shit, make that entire constellations. “Do it,” she demands. “Come now. It. Feels. Too. Good. Now, Ford, I can”t wait anymore.”
Like I”ve been telling her, whatever she wants, she gets. Perhaps this isn’t my longest performance, but it’s definitely one of the most memorable. I release inside of her with a shout, thrusting up into her one more time as she bears down on me. I hold her tight against my hips as hot jets of my seed paint the inside of her. I keep coming more than I”ve ever released in my life.
It may have something to do with how long it”s been, but I think it”s because it”s Tessa. My body knows this time she is mine forever, and I’m driven by some remaining primal instinct to mark her so every man will know she is taken. It will have to do until she lets me put a ring on her finger.
She collapses against my chest again, and I hold her tight against me. Our bodies quickly grow cold uncovered, since we are covered in sweat and our combined releases. Her hair is tangled from where my hands kept running through it and grabbing onto it. Basically, we are a glorious mess.
After a couple of minutes of silence, she starts to giggle. “I can”t believe that you did that while I was on the phone.”
I grunt. She should absolutely believe I would do that while she was on the phone with him. “Itshouldn”t be hard for you to believe. I am a lot of things, and possessive happens to be at the top of that list. I can tell you I”ll try to be better, but we both know I”d be lying. I know he”s your friend and he”s important to you. I promise I will try to reconcile myself to dealing with that, but he wants you back, and I am never going to let you go. The sooner he figures that out, the better the chances are he and I will get along. He needs to move on.”
“And the best way to do that was to make it apparent we were having sex while I was on the phone?” she asks.
“You were naked on my cock. There was no way I was going to sit still. I know you wanted me to play the good boy for your game, but I am not that good. The best you’re going to get is a reformed bad boy, but there will always be a bit of bad in me. I know you were supposed to be in charge, but it is so completely against my nature, and I had a momentary lapse in concentration. That’s where the bad comes in. I’ll never stray, never want another woman, but you are going to get the raw and dirty version of me probably pretty often.” Really what did she expect? Just because I have narrowed my focus to her, doesn’t mean I’ve become a completely different man.
Tessa props herself up on my chest, with her arms crossed, leaning up, so she can look down at me. “I think they call that topping from the bottom.”
I playfully swat her rear. “Am I gonna have to watch where you”re going on the internet?”
Her mouth falls open with a look of incredulity. “I”m not completely innocent, you know. I read books.”
I chuckle. “I”ve seen some of the books on your nightstand.”
“Don”t judge ‘em until you”ve tried ‘em,” she sasses.
“I”m confident enough in my masculinity to read one of your romance novels. Pass me one of those sports romances, and I”m down,” I accept her challenge.
She chews on the inner corner of her lip. “I”m not sure I want you getting any more ideas.”
I lean forward and nip the side of her neck. “Baby, I don”t need any help getting ideas.”
* * *
Bennett Richards lives in a luxury,high-rise in downtown Seattle. It”s a beautiful building, but sterile and devoid of personality. Nothing at all like Tessa”s mom”s house. I can see how the luxury would be appealing, but I know her well enough to know that she would prefer the home over the apartment.
She grew up in an environment with more luxury than comfort, while all she ever craved was stability and family. Her mother”s home has both of those, but with her gone, I can see why she would have chosen to stay with Bennett. Tessa does not like to be alone. I will make sure she never will be again.
As for right now, I”m not exactly sure why we are making a stop at the bougie apartment when he called to ask us if we wanted to have dinner.
“Is it going to be the three of us? Won”t that be super awkward?” I ask her.
“Tracy and Lydia are coming too,” she replies.
“Then why aren”t we meeting them at a restaurant?”
On second thought maybe I don”t want to be meeting them somewhere, because I doubt I could afford anywhere he would pick out. Not that I think he would purposefully rub it in my face, although after my stunt earlier, I wouldn”t put it past him to choose someplace expensive, and then emasculate me by offering to pick up the whole check. It isn”t like I could refuse. Not unless I want to somehow sneak a call to Sin and see if he can float me some money. Either way I”m in for a decent amount of embarrassment.
Tessa looks up at me as if she just realized I was missing an important detail. “Oh, I forgot, you couldn’t possibly know this. Tracy and Lydia don”t leave the apartment. Well, Tracy does sometimes. We aren”t actually going to a restaurant because he has food brought in. It is restaurant food but it”ll be at his house.”
My eyebrows knit together. “You mean like they never leave? How long has this been going on? They just stay in there all the time without ever going out? How do they work or go to school or do anything?”
A look of sadness crosses her face. “It”s been a couple of months now, so not too terribly long.”
I don”t know if she feels guilty because she is still able to live out in the world or if she feels bad because she had to leave them behind and they are still mentally trapped in that hell. I”m not sure Tessa herself has fully escaped from there. Not yet at least, but with my help she will. I left her behind once I won”t leave her behind again. Nor, for that matter, will I leave her to suffer the guilt of feeling like she left Tracy and Lydia behind.
I follow Tessa through the opulent yet empty lobby to Bennett”s private elevator. She presses the button and enters a code, and soon after the elevator takes us all the way up to the fortieth floor. We step out into a five thousand square-foot, white marble and glass apartment. The furnishings are sleek and modern and look like they were designed for style more than comfort. Nothing in here tells me that a twenty-two-year-old man lives in this place.
I don”t know if the point of bringing us here was to show off and make me feel envious of all of this. I don’t buy for a second the bullshit that we’re only meeting here because it’s easier for Tracy and Lydia. There’s no way he spends all of his time in this apartment to coddle them.
If he thinks this is going to intimidate me, he’s seriously miscalculated what makes me tick. Maybe I have just grown up around too much of this bullshit, but I think I”m immune to all of the posturing and copious displays of wealth. Tessa swears he”s a nice guy and I trust her judgment for the most part, but he seems like just another one of the assholes from Ocean Bluff that I grew up around. Another douchebag oblivious to most people outside of his tax bracket. Perhaps I”m wrong and he really is Mother Teresa in Hugo Boss, but I won”t be surprised if a lot of his magnanimity is a skillfully crafted image designed to entice Tessa.
Bennett himself comes from a back room to greet us when the elevator doors open to the foyer. I grit my teeth as Tessa runs straight into his outstretched arms. He hugs her tight and spins her around in a circle. He holds her tighter than is acceptable for a friendly hug, but Tessa doesn’t seem to notice. She seems happy to see him, and her body language doesn’t suggest anything more than platonic affection. It isn”t the same kind of greeting I get when I see her to be sure, not even when she”s pissed off at me. That soothes the raging beast inside of me, but only slightly.
After a couple of moments, he still doesn”t put her down, so I clear my throat. “Okay, that”s great. How about you give me back my girlfriend.” The words might sound like a question, but there”s no inflection at the end because I”m not asking. Even just saying the word “girlfriend” doesn”t feel serious enough, but saying something like soulmate would be cheesy as fuck.
Over Tessa”s shoulder, I can see him scowl at me, but as I predicted, he is too invested in playing the gentleman to argue with me, and he relents by putting her down. Still, he doesn”t let go of her hands, and steps back to get a better look at her. “Wow, Tessie, California has done some good for you,” he praises her.
I hold back the urge to sneer. Tessa must sense the hostility starting to flow from me though, and looks back at me. She winks, trying to calm me down. “Nah, it”s not California. Just a certain asshole.”
That”s my little ballbuster. “Awe, Vixen, you say the sweetest things. I tease her like she did me earlier.”
Tessa blows me a kiss. Make her come twice and she goes from a tiger to a kitten. Life with her will never be boring. It looks like Bennett is confused, judging by the way his eyes bounce between the two of us. When he finally catches my eyes, I raise an eyebrow and hold his gaze daring him to remember what he heard while he was on the phone with her.
I want the fucker to understand that she is mine completely. He needs to give up any hope he still holds onto that he might get her back. Hell, he needs to give up any notion that he ever had her in the first place. His ring might”ve been on her finger for a short amount of time, but it was never real. Tessa has always been and will always be mine.
Bennett clears his throat. “Dinner is set up in the formal dining room. I’ll go let Lydia and Tracy know that you are both here.”
“Thanks, Benji,” Tessa says sweetly.
When she looks away he glares at me. Just as I thought, Bennett isn’t as perfect as Tessa believes. Good, it was going to be too inconvenient to crush a saint. Now that I know he’s a regular guy like the rest of us, I know what I’m dealing with when I move to Seattle with my Vixen. I don’t think for a second that he’s given up. Tessa is far too special to walk away from without a fight.