Chapter 14 #2
"My friend Raina–right, you know Raina–she plays. Clover loves to make her play any time she comes over, so I just keep it out for her." God, did that sound stupid? Of course she knows who Raina is. I’m more nervous than I thought I would be.
It dawns on me that that's the first time either of us has mentioned Clover tonight. I pause to see if she'll change the subject or ask about her.
"That's actually pretty sweet." She picks up the guitar and puts the strap over her head.
"Do you play?"
"God, no. I wish. Can you imagine how many chicks I'd get if I could shred on one of these?"
The tension I was holding leaves my body, and my lips quirk up in a tight smile at the thought of Blake wooing other women into sleeping with her. “That’s what Raina always says.”
“I knew she was a smart woman.”
She plucks at a few strings, then sets it back on the stand. She continues to wander around the living room, eyeing everything very intently. I lean against the wall and watch her. I don't have anything to hide here. If I did, I wouldn't have welcomed her into my home.
"Where's all the kid stuff?" She gestures at the uncluttered floors. "Isn't there supposed to be piles of Lego and stuffed animals strewn all over the place? She lives here, right?"
"She lives here." I nod. "I picked up for you."
She places her hand on her chest and sucks in a breath. "For me? You shouldn't have."
"Dirty princess pajamas on the floor, paints and markers littering the dining room table, and plastic toys shoved in between the couch cushions isn't the most conducive setting for what I want to do with you."
Her eyes, which are taking in a picture of me and Clover on the wall, snap over to me. A playful grin spreads across her face. "Does that mean you also cleaned your bedroom?"
"Wanna come find out?"
"Thank god. I thought you were about to break out the board games next."
"We can play games if you'd like."
She crosses the living room and follows me down the hallway. "Only if the loser has consequences that result in painfully blissful orgasms."
I stop at my bedroom door and wait for her to enter. "Those are the only kind I know."
I flick the light on. I already put it on a dim setting before she came, so it fills the room with a warm glow. Light enough so I can see her, but dark enough to set the mood.
Just like she took a minute to observe the living room, she does the same to my bedroom. "It's nicer than I thought."
"What were you expecting?"
"No headboard, two pillows, black comforter, mismatched bedside tables, trash can full of used condoms..."
"You paint quite the picture. Sorry to disappoint you."
She shrugs nonchalantly. "Eh, we all have to be disappointed sometimes."
The way she crawls onto the bed gives me flashbacks to the night we shared with Fia. She sits back on her feet and playfully strokes her exposed sides before slipping off her top. Her breasts fall out, and my mouth starts watering.
"Sorry, I was getting warm."
I walk over to the bed and lean forward on my hands. I gesture to her tight, peaked nipples. "If you're not cold, then those are telling me you're pretty aroused right now."
She brushes her fingertips across her breasts, gently playing with her piercings.
I lean forward even more and suck one into my mouth. Once I get a good moan out of her, I switch to the other. Her nails run through my hair, sending chills down my spine.
I slowly tug my shirt off and toss it aside. "I was getting a little hot, too. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all."
She crawls to the edge of the bed where I'm standing and kneels.
She's still shorter than me in this position, but our faces are close.
She licks her soft lips again, and I shudder at the memory of what they felt like wrapped around my cock.
I reach out and grab the side of her face, running my thumb across her wet lower lip.
It's not lost on me that we still haven't kissed.
I wonder if she realizes it, too. Is it something she avoids doing?
I know some people who hook up a lot find that kissing is too intimate for them.
That's not the case for me, but that seems like a weird hill she would die on.
I test my theory by keeping my hold on her jaw and leaning in.
She doesn't pull back, but she doesn't meet me halfway either.
"Do you want this?" Our lips are so close that when I whisper it, I know she feels my breath on her skin.
The longest pause passes, and I'm about to respectfully back away when I feel her nod her head. It's so subtle that if I weren’t so in tune with her every movement, I might have missed it.
"You sure? You seem a little scared." My tone is mocking, but I don't care.
Another torturously long pause. She's really thinking hard about this.
"I'm not scared of you."
"I meant you seem scared of this." I brush my lips against hers, applying barely any pressure. "Not scared of me."
Just as I'm about to press my lips into hers for a real kiss, one I've been dying for, she pulls back.
All I can do is lock eyes and shake my head at her as she lies down on her back.
She undoes her jeans and pulls them off slowly. Her legs fall apart, and I eye the black lace panties that run between her thick thighs. She rubs her fingers against herself, teasing me.
"You can kiss me here." Her voice is so soft, so seductive. A whole different beast from the fierce armor she usually wears, but just as enticing.
I go to join her on the bed, but stop when she sucks in an excited breath.
“Is that?”
I look up and chuckle to myself. “Mhm.”
“Can you tie me up and suspend me from it?”
“I could.” I pause, knowing she’s going to try to fight me on this. “But I won’t.”
She sits up, almost startling me with how fast she moved. “Why the fuck not?”
I think about how I want to phrase this. Trying to find a way that won’t end up with me pissing her off.
“Have you ever done a ropes session before?”
“No, but I’ve watched them. I have a damn Agura tattoo for fuck’s sake. I can handle it.”
I shake my head. “It’s not the same. Doing a session with someone takes a lot of trust.”
She ponders my reasoning for a moment.
“Do you trust me?”
“I mean, I don’t really trust anyone. But I know you know what you’re doing.”
“I do. But if you’re not fully comfortable, panic can set in quickly and make a fun time very much not fun anymore.”
Her gaze travels from me up to the bar attached to my ceiling.
“Let’s be real for a second, B. How would you really feel being completely immobilized and suspended from a man’s ceiling?”
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “Fiiiiine. You’re no fun.” She crosses her arms over her chest and fake pouts. “But you better fuck me extra good to make up for it.”
We both fight back a laugh.
“Now that I can do.”
She lies back down and spreads her legs for me, the ropes completely forgotten. I've forgotten all about the lips on her face, and I’m diving right into the ones between her legs. We've been teasing each other all night, so she's already soaked for me.
Her hands tangle in my hair, and I hold her panties aside as I ravage her with my tongue.
She moans and squeezes my head between her thighs when she starts to peak.
I slide two fingers in and curl them, pulling her orgasm from her like it belongs to me.
I've done this a few times now, so I know exactly what it takes to make her scream.