Chapter Sixteen
Cynda…
Stepping out of the shower I heard Chaos and Joe talking.
God, just the thought of him and I was wet, and not from the shower.
We had some serious chemistry going on between us.
The problem was what to do about it. Michelle would laugh her ass off and tell me to fuck him.
Easy for her to say, actually after her night with Flame I guess it was easy for her.
Drying my hair, I contemplated what I’d say to Chaos.
Damn, who was I kidding, I wanted him and I’d say his hard-on was proof he wanted me…
and that panty-wetting kiss. Holy shit batman, I don’t know how I didn’t fall over when he pulled away.
I was a total mush ball. Then watching him perform with all those women tossing their thongs and a few in the audience even flashed their boobs, I wondered what I was thinking.
This wasn’t the life I wanted. My mother raised me alone, whether or not my father really knew about us.
He still toured all the time. How could you have a family like that?
I shook my head trying to make the memories go away—thinking about any of that wouldn’t help me decide what to do now, and I had to decide.
Obviously he wanted to fuck me, the constant hard-on proved that.
But did he want more? Could I live with what he was able to give?
I wanted a family, a stable life, it was the opposite of what I’d have with him.
The tap on the bathroom door startled me, and I dropped my brush. “Cyn, you okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I sounded flustered, and he was probably wondering what I was doing. I giggled. Maybe he thought I was getting myself off. “Be right out.”
“Okay, no rush, just checking on you. I’m going to have a drink. Do you want me to make you one too?”
We were talking through the bathroom door. I started giggling again; it was so domestic. Hi, honey, I’m home can I get you a drink? Oh yeah, I had it bad.
“You sure you’re okay?”
All the giggling gave me hiccups. Oh yeah I was fine, just borderline insane. “Yeah fine. I’ll have what you’re having.” The hiccups in between the words kept me laughing and now my sides were hurting. He must be thinking I’ve lost my mind, not that I’d blame him.
Holding my breath I counted to ten and slowly let it out.
Thank God they were gone. I packed up the rest of my shower stuff and put on one of the sexy nighties Michelle talked me into, but then covered it up with my fluffy white robe.
Rolling my eyes at the image in the mirror I shrugged. Talk about sending mixed messages.
Looking at my reflection, I wondered what he saw when he looked at me.
The blue streaks were still bright in my brown hair and the stylist trimmed and layered my bangs so they weren’t hanging over my eyes.
With no make-up I looked pale especially with the black frames of my glasses.
He could have his pick of any of the hot groupies, so why was he here with me?
My inner sex fiend, growled. She wanted Chaos and now.
Michelle would agree with her and kick my butt.
Time to pull up my big girl panties and go for it.
I took a deep breath. Okay, here goes nothing.
It’s crazy really, I was so sure of myself in every other part of my life but with this man, I was like mush.
Good thing my inner sex fiend wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Pulling open the door, I stepped out and almost slammed right into his chest. He was leaning against the wall across from the door with a drink in each hand.
“Oh damn, sorry.”
“No problem. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, just had the giggles and no, I can’t explain.”
“Here’s your drink, I don’t know if you like scotch and soda but it’s what I’m having. There’s nothing like Johnny Walker Black.”
“I’ve never had it,” I said and taking the glass and swallowing a large gulp. Shit. It burned all the way down. Coughing, I almost dropped everything I was holding. He took the glass from me and pounded me on the back. Great, Cyn, way to be a turn on.
“I was going to tell you it’s strong, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
“Yeah, I see that. But umm…it’s good.”
He laughed. “Fuck. I’m not believing that. Want me to make you something else?”
“No, really it’s good. I’ll just drink it slower.”
“Okay. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
Nodding, I took my drink back and put it on the table.
While he was in the shower, I put all my stuff back in the drawers in his room and sat at the table to wait for him.
I was going to take off the robe but I chickened out at the last minute.
I wanted to make sure he still wanted me before I threw myself at him.
The shower turned off, and my stomach knotted and my palms got sweaty. I took a drink of the scotch hoping it’d help calm my nerves. It’s not like I was a virgin, so why was I so nervous? Maybe because he was everything I’d always avoided. Duh.
I heard the bathroom door open and took another drink before I looked his way.
He stepped out of a cloud of steam as the door opened all the way.
I stared at his naked feet and moved up his legs breathing a sigh of relief he wasn’t completely naked, but when I got to his waist he might as well have been.
The towel he’d wrapped around his waist didn’t hide a damn thing.
His chest was bare and covered with tattoos, but all I could focus on was how it glistened with the water dripping from his long black hair.
The thought of dragging my tongue along his chest made me lick my lips.
“Like what you see?”
It was the scotch making me so hot, right? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. “Not bad,” I replied, but I sounded breathless even to myself, so much for coming off cool and sophisticated.
He was in front of me before I could say anything else. He lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes. He looked so freakin’ sexy I had to have him, I needed to touch him all over and feel his hands on me.
“Cyn, yes or no?”
I didn’t need an explanation, it was clear what he was asking. The moment I’d been worried about all evening had arrived but it was a no brainer. “Yes.”
The words barely left my mouth when he lifted me into his arms and carried me to his room, sliding the bedroom door shut behind him. He lowered my feet to the floor, his hands moving to my cheeks.
“I want you, all of you. You’re making me fuckin’ crazy woman.”
I didn’t answer, just pulled his head down so I could kiss the lips I’d been craving. He licked across mine before sliding his tongue in between. He tasted of toothpaste and scotch and I wanted more.
Our tongues danced with each other and he loosened my robe, pushing it off my shoulders and dropping it to the floor.
His hands slid over my shoulders pulling me closer, his erection pushed against my stomach.
I ground my hips against him, I needed him, more than I’d ever needed anyone and my inner sex fiend didn’t plan on waiting any longer.
He released my lips and pulled back to look at me. He whistled, and his grin was so sexy it could have melted steel. I silently thanked Michelle for making me buy the little piece of black lace that barely covered me. The look in his eyes was worth every dime I’d paid for it.
“You approve?”
“Oh fuck yeah, as long as I’m the only one who sees it.”
Did he really just say that? The thought popped out of my head as quickly as it’d entered. His hands on my skin knocked out any possible chance of clear thinking. Desire, desperation, need. My body practically hummed the words.
He sat me on the edge of the bed, lifting my nightgown and spreading my legs.
I should have been embarrassed at how wet I was, and he had to be able to smell my desire, but I didn’t care.
My juices were running down my inner thighs and my insides quivered when he moaned and trailed his tongue along my heated skin and licked them up.
It was pure torture, again and again his tongue slid against my skin but he’d stop just before he reached my pussy, making more of my juices ooze down my thighs.
Now I was the one moaning. Watching him was a huge turn on, but feeling the slight roughness of his tongue on my sensitive skin made me wetter.
Lifting my hips so he could get closer, I spread my legs as far as I could.
He looked at me from between them and grinned.
Then, as I watched, he stuck his tongue out and slid it along my pussy lips.
Oh. My. God. I thought I was going to come right then.
Holy shit, he was so sexy. I couldn’t pull my eyes away as he spread my lips with his fingers and touched his tongue to my hard clit.
Oh God. I shuddered trying to regain control, clenching muscles I didn’t know I had.
I wanted to make this last as long as I could, but when he sucked my clit between his teeth and nibbled on it, and then slid one finger into my soaked pussy there was no holding back.
Every muscle tightened and I screamed as I came, gushing my juices all over his hand.
“Fuck, baby, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so overcome by my orgasm. What the hell, I’d never done that before. I didn’t even know it was possible. He didn’t seem to care since he was lapping it up, and when he looked at me, his face was wet from my juices. Damn it was sexy too.
“Baby, you taste so sweet, I could eat you all day. Who needs food I’ll live on Cyn.”
I wanted more, selfish I know, but knowing how good the first orgasm was I craved more. I wanted all of him, to taste him, suck him, and fuck him but most of all I wanted to torture him until he begged me to stop.
He pulled my nightgown over my head and pushed me down. Sliding up my body, I realized he was naked too. I didn’t know when he’d dropped his towel but I didn’t care. Finally his body was against mine.
His lips came down on mine and he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste myself and I knew that’s what he’d meant to happen. It was a sweet tangy flavor, not bad and I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop.
He straddled my hips, sat back on his heels, and looked at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Not as sexy as you are, baby,” I answered reaching to tug on his hair trying to pull him back to me.
He shook his head and leaned out of my reach.
Pouting, I dropped my hands on the bed, gathering the blanket in my clenched fists.
I wanted him so much it hurt, didn’t he see it?
He wouldn’t give in, only chuckled and dragged one finger down the center of my body from the base of my neck to the top of my pussy.
“Oh no, not yet, I’ve been dreaming of this for days.” With an evil grin, he flicked the hard peaks of my nipples with his fingertips.
Groaning from the pleasure-pain, I squirmed beneath him. He was moving too slowly, couldn’t he see I was on fire? “C’mon, baby, I need you.”
“You’ll have me, just not yet, lover. I want this to last all night.”
I wanted to growl at him, just thinking about having his cock inside me made more juices run down my legs.
I’d never been this wet before. I was helpless to do anything but writhe against him, as he taunted my nipples with squeezes, tweaks, and pinches, I thrust against him and his balls rubbed against my clit.
Finally finding some relief for my burning need, I kept rubbing against him.
My head tilted back and I was so focused on the fire racing along my nerve endings, edging closer and closer to another orgasm, that when his tongue touched one hardened nipple I almost jumped off the bed. “Oh shit. You’re killing me, Trent. Please, baby.”
“It’s all good, just enjoy it,” he said against my skin, then he sucked my nipple into his mouth dragging his teeth against it.
“Oh fuck,” I screamed, as another orgasm raced through me.
My body was so sensitive every touch drove my orgasmic wave higher.
When he sucked most of one breast into his mouth and dragged his rough fingertips across the other nipple, I lost it completely.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I thought I was going to pass out.