Chapter 15
Amelia
Ugh… What the fuck is going on? Why do I feel this way?
It's been barely two hours since I woke up from the beautiful sleep I fell into after my session with Tanner last night.
How is it possible that I feel both sated and hungry at the same time?
It had been wonderful having the cucumber inside of me to finally quell the horniness that has plagued me all week. However, something about it felt so impersonal, almost like an out-of-body experience.
It was just my luck to have Tanner walk in when he did, even though he was his usual snarky self.
Fuck! He was good. I scream in my head.
However, despite what just happened between us, there is one thing that remains clear to me, and that is that Tanner still annoys me and manages to get under my skin, no matter what I do to stop it.
Unfortunately, my words never manage to cut through whatever solid armor he’s wearing long enough for him to admit defeat.
I shouldn’t be attracted to him, and yet, I am. His fingers had been absolutely wonderful inside of me. That much I can’t deny. The way he toyed with my G-spot and left me wanting more. The way his thumb caressed my clit, stimulating the sexual explosion, still makes my sensitive nub tingle. Hmm.
My mind drifts to Josiah. His muscular arms have been a thing of dreams from the moment I saw him, no matter how pissed I was then.
I want to feel those hands wrapped around me as they lift me up. I want to wrap around him and I want him to do whatever he desires.
“Fucking hell…”
What is going on? Since when have I been so in tune with myself and my sexuality that I imagine getting sexual with all of these men?
Rueben’s body is a work of art that has stayed plastered in my mind from the moment we shared a bathroom, and I want to plaster myself to him and have him invade my body, much like he has done with my mind.
My mouth waters as I picture his big, tattooed cock hardening in my grip. I want to watch as the skin stretches and the image of his tattoo becomes increasingly visible. I want to trace every inch of his cock with my tongue until he cums in my mouth.
I lift my pillow to my face. My thoughts shame me. How is this me? How am I thinking such thoughts?
Am I just lonely?
There has never been a time in my life when I was so focused on my pleasure as I am now, although there’s always been something in the back of my mind for me to fixate on.
I’ve never really had friends since Dad died. The moment I thought I knew who his killers were, I made it my mission to make sure that I grew up to be the type of person that would have the power to make them pay.
That meant focusing on school and the police academy, and avoiding whatever would distract me from what I needed to do, which often meant friends, parties, and a chance at a social life.
I have never regretted any of it, not even now that I've found out that the people I put my trust in were the ones to be wary of, and those I planned to make pay were the ones who truly cared for my dad.
This is my first go at friendship of any sort, and the guys have been pretty much how I imagined friendship would be.
Rueben has been the most caring. He constantly goes out of his way to engage in conversation with me, even when I am snarky or rude towards him.
On days when he’s busy and won't be around much, he makes sure to have my breakfast waiting for me the moment I wake up.
While it pains me to admit it, this period has been one of the best times of my life, when I'm not thinking of how my father’s killer could still be out there.
Rueben manages to make sure that I forget all that plagues me and enjoy myself. Although I still haven't managed to trust them quite yet—I still remember what happened the last time I chose to trust someone—I’m glad for their company.
I close my eyes and try to relax a little, but much like before, my thoughts are plagued by images of Rueben and Josiah in so many different positions that I’m surprised I’m actually able to think some of them up.
What the fuck is all of this?
I toss the pillow overhead, staring at it as it hits the floor in a corner. I don’t go back to retrieve it, content to have let out some steam, although it’s not nearly enough.
“I’ll lose my mind if I stay here.”
I get out of bed and head straight to the kitchen to help myself with some breakfast. Maybe eating will help me relax. But there, a place I thought I could find peace, is where I am met with yet another temptation. I freeze in shock as I set my eyes on him.
He's standing there by the kitchen counter, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. His gorgeous body, shirtless, is calling out to me, and I find myself gawking at the folds of his muscles and chiseled abs. He's standing like a Greek god with that bare chest, broad and buff, inviting me to come into his warm embrace.
His pair of tight black boxers reveal the print of his huge cock as he smiles at me.
Yeah… I'm so fucked!
“Josiah.” Shock flickers in my gaze.
“Amelia, hi.” He waves at me and sets the cup gently on the countertop.
“Hi,” I reply and walk into the kitchen, biting my lower lip in embarrassment as my voice comes out airier than I’d hoped. I’m very happy to see him.
“You hungry?” he asks, going over to the pot on the stove.
I'm hungry for your cock.
I have no control over my thoughts anymore, and it's alarming, but I don't care. I love the feeling. He's very attractive and I want him.
“Of course you're hungry!” he says. “I mean you're here…in the kitchen.” He opens the pot and the lid clunks on the concrete counter as he places it there.
“No… I, err…” I begin stammering all of a sudden as he turns to me. I can feel a strand of sweat on my forehead and hope that he doesn't see it. I'm nervous and hot, wet maybe. I slap my head with a wry laugh and say to him, “I'm not…really…hungry.” The slight pauses come when I try not to focus on the visible print of his boner from within his boxers.
He senses my discomfort and mistakes it for a sign of illness, because he rushes over and touches my hand and then places the back of his palm on my forehead. He is saying something about my fever coming down, but I'm too distracted by his alluring body to listen.
He's very close to me; his hand is slowly sliding down my arm, sending volts of electricity surging through me, but I try to stay calm. I can feel his breath on my face. He smells nice, a sweet mix of cologne and the fresh coffee he was sipping when I walked in.
He reaches up to comb his fingers through my hair when I quickly draw out of his hold, a reflexive move that ends up looking rather embarrassing. “I'm so sorry,” I apologize immediately.
“Are you all right?” he asks, obviously surprised by my sudden withdrawal. “You're really that averse to my touch—”
I cut him off immediately, “No, no, it's nothing like—I was just…”
“Just what?” He heads to the kitchen counter, picks up his cup, and sips his coffee.
I stare at him in silence, wishing he would yank me off my feet and set me on that countertop and…
“You know, I was wondering why you'd react this way to my touch when you clearly didn't seem to have a problem with Tanner touching you last night.”
What the fuck? My head shoots up as I look at him in embarrassment.
“I… I…” Suddenly, I am speechless. “You heard?”
He smiles and nods. Josiah walks up to me and says in a rather flirtatious manner, “You know…” He's so close to me now that I can literally feel his boner brushing against my groin. “If you could give it to Tanner…you can give it to me.”
My body trembles as his fingers comb my hair backward. I try to resist, but every fiber of my being wants him.
Fuck this! I nod, and next thing I know, his lips connect with mine in a heat so hot and passionate that it takes our breaths away. I respond with the same energy, and I can tell by the way he's kissing me that he's wanted to do this long before now.
He yanks me up and sets me on the countertop, just like I imagined. I smile and giggle as he kisses down my neck while tugging my hair downward behind me.
“You can't imagine just how long I've been dreaming of doing this with you,” he says, kissing my neck and sucking on the skin.
“Why…haven’t you?” I say between moans, tossing my neck to the side to give him the access he requires.
“Because I didn’t know if it was something you wanted, and I didn’t wish to make you uncomfortable.”
I melt at his words. Despite how he portrays himself as a monster, there’s still a soft side to him that he’s showing me right now.
“Well, now that you have me, perhaps you can show me exactly what you've been imagining.”
My words surprise me. I’ve never been bold like this before. It’s like being with them changes so much about me.
I welcome the change, enjoying the confidence that fills me underneath his stare.
He taps my hands, and I raise them enough for him to take off the shirt I’m wearing. He stares at my naked body and grins.
“You're beautiful. Sexy.”
I blush.
He slides his finger down to my slick walls, and a sweet moan escapes me. He immediately seals my lips with a kiss I could never resist. He slips his tongue into my mouth and twirls mine up. My arms wrap around him, traveling down the rigidness of his awesome body. Damn! He's a fucking good kisser.
I reach for his cock, and I feel the hardness rising within his boxers. He presses his lips on my breast and sucks on them while I moan, basking in the pleasure he's giving.
“My gosh, you're perfect!” He stares at me for a moment.
I pull him towards me and plant my lips on his, rewarding him for his words. He comes willingly into my arms, positioning himself as he grinds into my heat.
I throw my head back as I moan against his lips. Somehow, doing that has only managed to make me even hornier.
I’m desperate to take his boxers off and spread my legs as he fucks me, but he seems to have other ideas.
He pulls away from me and runs his fingers up and down the length of my swollen pussy.
“So beautiful. Let me taste you,” he says, just before he bends over and licks a straight line up to my clit.
I groan as my hands tighten on the edges of the concrete countertop. It’s been so long since I've felt anything so good.
Both legs are set on the countertop, spread wide apart, giving him enough room to eat me up so well. I moan at the feeling he is sending through my whole body. His cold and wet tongue is licking me, sucking so good, mixing his saliva and my juice in a perfect blend. I moan harder and harder, my hand pressing his head against my throbbing pussy.
He sucks my clit into his mouth with a slurping sound as he stares up at my longing eyes.
My hand wraps around his head and I roll my hips into his mouth, craving more.
“More, please more,” I voice my desire, spreading my legs wider apart.
He obeys, slipping a finger inside me just as he licks my clit. His finger follows the pace set, hooking inside me as he brings me closer to my release.
“Take me…please. Take me,” I plead with him. The urge to have him inside me has reached its peak.
He takes his mouth off my mound and smiles at me. “Thought you'd never ask.”
I lean on my hands, watching him lustfully as he takes off his boxers, and my jaw drops at the size of his cock. Damn! That thing is huge, long, and veiny. Staring at it makes me hunger for him even more. He comes at me, pulls me to himself, so close that his cock freely enters me and my folds swallow him whole. I moan as he plunges in gently, allowing us both to feel the charge as my slippery entrance accepts his hard cock.
“So creamy,” he says, looking down at the inward and outward motion going on below.
I can't get enough. I pull myself closer, scratching his back in sheer pleasure.
The harder he rams, the higher the chances of me falling off the countertop as a result of the reckless hard fuck he is giving me. My moans are now screams as my body vibrates to the rhythm of his thrusts. My boobs bounce up and down as he fucks the living daylights out of me. I reach out and grab the back of his head to gain balance lest I fall off.
His cock is reaching places and hitting spots that send sensations to my brain. My eyes have completely rolled back into their sockets by now.
He pulls out and commands me to go down on my knees. I immediately submit and he sticks out his cock, covered in my juice, right in my face.
“I wanna fuck your mouth,” he says. “Are you okay with that?”
I nod and take the cock and slide it into my mouth. He starts out slowly, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. I can tell that he likes this, and I am beginning to like it too. Seconds later, he increases his speed as my mouth remains open to prevent my teeth from grazing his thick flesh.
He seizes my hair and presses my head deeper into his groin. I feel his cock deep inside my throat. I gag and wheeze. I can hear him moaning, and soon, he pulls my head away and I gasp loudly for air. He looks down and grins. I know he loves the sight of my face, my mouth covered in saliva and my eyes almost teary.
I like the rush, the adrenaline, the sensation of choking on his dick and almost passing out. That shit is mad!
I grab his cock and return it to my mouth.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I dare to say to him. “I want your load on my tongue.”
He smiles and thrusts deep, then deeper, and deeper into my mouth, with his hands supporting the back of my head. I slip my hand down and start to play with myself, focusing on my clit while he fucks my mouth mercilessly. The feeling was like none I have ever felt. I want to scream, but I can't because his cock is deep in my throat. I know he's about to cum now; his groan is growing deeper and his body is shaking. I'm about to cum as well. Oh, shit…
Like water from a fountain, a burst of liquid squirts out of me just in time to hear him groan out loud; he too is cumming.
My mouth is filled with his cum as my entire body trembles from the simultaneous release that is gushing out of me.
His legs shake as he empties his load in my mouth, and oh, how I love it!
He sighs and places both hands on the counter while I freely lean against the same, panting. He looks down at me and smiles. We both stare at each other and burst out chuckling.
“That was amazing,” he says.