Page 21 of Liberate Us

Amber

One night, I wasat Rouge and sitting atthe bar. I was waiting for my shift to start but was also mulling over what hadhappened with Sammy a few mornings ago.

After I gavehim the blow job, he had lifted me onto my coffee table and went down on meonce again. I could still feel the scratchiness of his beard at my thighs andcenter. I learned rather quickly that it was one of his favorite, if not hismost favorite, things to do when it came to anything sexual. The happy wetnoises that came from him during, turned me on even more. He had murmured howgood I tasted. How he wished he could bottle up my scent. How tasting me madehim hard as fuck. It made me feel good about myself, especially since we allstruggle with moments of being insecure.

I couldstill feel his tongue deep in parts of me that had been neglected by a man formonths. Deep in other parts of me that had never been used for pleasure before,but I realized rather quickly that if Sammy and I continued doing what we weredoing, I wanted it all. We didn’t have sex again, but the foreplay was just asgood. If not more so.

After hehad given me countless orgasms, he wiped his chin and ran his hand coated in myjuices over my stomach and up to my breasts. In a way, it was like he wasmarking me. Especially when while he was doing it, he shoved his fingers intomy mouth, wrapped his other hand around his cock, and came in a matter ofminutes onto my stomach and pussy. I could still feel the burn of his palmconnecting with my cheek as he rubbed his cum into my skin with his other hand.

I thoughtback to the intensity of his dark eyes. They were a chocolate brown but so damndark, they looked almost black. I could barely see his pupils, but I knew hecould see mine. Every time he demanded me to do something in that deep,dominating voice of his or even when he slapped my face and wrapped his handaround my throat, he would smirk. I couldn’t control my body or its reactionwhen it came to him. But I also found that I didn’t overly want to, either.

“Hey girl.”

I jumped,finding Shawnee smiling and her shoulders shaking with laughter at my expense.“Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

“Noworries.” She nodded once. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Iscrubbed a hand down my face, lightly tapping my cheeks. “Haven’t been sleepingwell.” I couldn’t get Sam and my time with him out of my head, so that didn’thelp.

“Oh, I betyou haven’t.” Her smile widened. “So, tell me...” She paused, pulling her longblond hair back into a messy ponytail. “How was he?”

“Why do youthink my crappy sleep involves a guy?” I asked, the back of my neck heating.

“Girl, yourcrappy sleep doesn’t involve just any guy,” she reminded me. “You spent thenight with Sammy Butcher. Maybe multiple nights. I’m waiting for you to tell methat part. But he’s the guy who has made most of the girls here cry. Except forme. He needs a pussy or a little more ink for my taste.”

“And heneeds to be older,” I pointed out, remembering the guy I had bumped into theother night who had been talking to her.

Shawneelaughed. “Yeah, true. So enough about me and my daddy issues. Tell me how hewas.”

I sighed.“You talked to my mom, didn’t you?”

“She calledme right up after her video chat with you. She said that you texted some guy,asking him to come over. She also asked me about him and how he is with you.But of course, I haven’t seen him with you a whole lot, so I didn’t really knowwhat to say.”

I pushedthe straw around in the glass tumbler that still had some cranberry juice andvodka left over in it. “He’s fine with me. I know I don’t know him well. Idon’t think anyone does besides his brother. But I promise you that he is notAaron.”

“Youthought Aaron was a decent guy too in the beginning.” Shawnee liked to remindme often.

“I did butSammy is different.” I didn’t know how to explain it. For one, Sammy wasn’tselfish. He didn’t get mad at me if I had an orgasm and he didn’t. Yes, he wasrough with me, but it was like he read my body and when it gave him the sign hewas looking for, he continued. I could still feel his fingers roughly fuckingme as his free hand tightened around my throat. The orgasm it caused made merealize that as long as you were safe, darker sex was okay. In the short time Ihad known him, he had already done way more than Aaron ever did. He actuallylistened to my body, instead of only taking what he wanted.

“Just becareful,” Shawnee said gently. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”Again,going unsaid.

“I know. I appreciatethat.” I stood from the stool when the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. Ilooked to my right, finding some of the Hell’s Harlem Crew rolling in. I saw afew that I recognized and some I didn’t. I also saw Cyrus but didn’t see hisbrother anywhere. My stomach dropped. Maybe he was going to avoid me now thatwe’d slept together.

My phonesuddenly buzzed, startling me from my pity party for one.

Sammy:Spend the night with me.

My heartjumped to my throat. I looked around the room but he was still nowhere to befound, so I glanced back down at my phone.

Me:Where are you?

Sammy:Babysitting for friends.

My chestwarmed and if my ovaries could have exploded, I was sure they would.

Me:That’s nice of you. I get off at 1am.

Sammy: Trustme, Red, you’ll be getting off long after that too. I’ll pick you up at 1.

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