Page 8 of Broken Valentine
The more he smiles at me the less I want to, so I don't.
6
Taylor
I followhim to the lot across the street, and maybe I shouldn't be getting in the car with a man I hardly know, but this is what happens when you go home with a stranger.
The whole car ride is quiet, and he doesn't so much as turn the radio on. His eyes remain focused on the road and I glance out the window, watching my surroundings become less familiar. The car comes to a stop when he pulls up in front of a two-story white house with forest green shutters and a white wraparound porch. Exactly what does this man do for a living, and am I really about to go inside his house? Luckily when we walk through the door, everything appears normal and there are no visible torture devices or lamps made of human skin. “This is a nice house you have here.”
He smiles nervously, tossing his jacket over a black leather sofa. “Want to see how nice the bedroom is”
I laugh, pulling off my hat and jacket. “Depends. It's not down in some dungeon is it?”
“Do you want it to be?”
“I guess it would all depend on the day.”
“We aren't very good at this, are we?”
I shake my head, inching closer to where he stands. “Pretty sure we shouldn't be talking this much. Most people would have already had their clothes off by now.”
“I guess we better follow the rules then.”
“I never was good about that, but I guess tonight I can make an exception,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging off my shirt. I shove my pants down my shaking thighs, hoping my nerves will calm soon. Maybe my body will become more at ease when it's laying underneath his. I'm eager to find out.
He pulls off his shirt, walking up the stairs before stopping. He’s something straight out of one of those sexiest man alive magazines with his muscular arms and washboard abs. His skin gives off this kissed by the sun glow. The tattoos that usually hide beneath his shirt only add to it, especially the large design on his chest that wraps around his left arm. Has he changed his mind? I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling too naked when his gaze falls on me.
“You coming?”
“Not yet,” I say with a wink. “But hopefully soon.” I run up the stairs behind a laughing Jamie and my eyes watch his perfect ass move in his jeans with each step he takes. I could watch this man walk up twenty flights of stairs and probably not even realize I was walking that far.
I don't even fully get in his room before he has me pinned against the wall, putting us chest to chest. “Is this all right?” He brushes a curl from my face and his other fingers slide beneath my waistband, caressing the skin above my cock.
I crash my mouth against his, and our tongues move together like instruments in a perfect symphony. Kissing him pulls me so far away from reality, I don't even remember moving to the bed or him taking the rest of his clothes off. I only notice when his bare cock grows harder against my thigh, wetting my skin with precum. I writhe against him, panting when his lips part from mine.
I want him to kiss me everywhere and to feel the warmth of his tongue trailing my skin. I don't have to wait for long when his teeth close over the hard nub of my nipple, with his warm tongue circling the center. He has me moaning and wanting to come out of my skin with each nip of his teeth and swipe of his tongue as he makes his way from my nipples down to my belly button. No other lover has taken so much time and care to make me feel this good. He hasn't even entered me yet and I'm already slipping close to the edge from his touches and kisses alone.
He yanks down my underwear and my cock springs free, coming in contact with his lips, and he slowly wraps them around my tip, circling my slit with his tongue before licking up and down my length, then taking one of my balls into his mouth. I gasp when something wet touches my hole and it takes me a minute to realize he's licking me down there. The sensation is weird at first and it takes my mind a moment to stop being overly self-conscious and allow my body to enjoy the wonderful pleasure as he hits each sensitive nerve with the thrust of his tongue. Thrashing against the sheets, I bend my knees more, giving him better access, and he lifts me by my thighs, burying his face further between my cheeks. A cold gust of air replaces his mouth, and one lubed finger is being pressed against my pucker. “Please,” I beg between pants. It's the only pleading I have to do to have him slipping his digits inside me, working my hole open slowly with his fingers spreading apart.
I’m glad I don't have to ask him to put on a condom because I’m having a hard time forming words and don’t even think I could sing the alphabet if someone asked me to. The tear of the packet is the only thing I need to hear as confirmation and when he presses the tip against my entrance, I can feel the thin layer separating his skin from mine. I ignore my body's disappointment of not being able to feel all of him inside of me. This is a one-night stand; I have no right to want these things with someone I will never see again. He pushes past my entrance, causing my walls to tighten around the invasion.
He kisses my lips sweet and tenderly, whispering near my ear, “Relax for me, precious.”
With that sweet name, I let go, allowing the tension to roll off my body with each press of his lips and entanglement of our tongues. He buries his cock deeper inside me until I'm uncomfortably full, badly needing him to move. He’s a lot bigger than I'm used to, but all my worries fade when he slowly bucks his hips, moving in and out of me. More moans escape my mouth as he increases his speed. He moves inside me, his skin touching mine, and the heat moving between our bodies becomes nearly overwhelming. It’s causing my toes to curl and the blood to rush to my head, leaving me with the aftereffects I would have if I was hanging upside down.
Our bodies move together in perfect tempo, as if they were made for each other. The electric current running between us zaps me to life and I am more alive than I’ve ever been before. He kisses me harder as he increases his thrusts, pressing my knees further against my chest. My body shakes and I’m seeing stars, moons, planets, clouds, and everything out of this world as I fall into euphoria. My cock is shooting spurts of cum without being touched and I forget where I am for a minute, getting lost in the haze of pure bliss and pleasure.
His cock throbs inside me and he fucks me in short quick thrusts, and every muscle in his chest and face tenses. He shakes, releasing a long moan as he fills the condom with his own seed. “Fuck, that was…” He doesn’t finish his words before collapsing beside me.
“Awesome? Magical? Some good dickin?” I bury my face into his shoulder as he ties off the condom, laughing. “All of the above? Now how about we clean up a bit and go to sleep so you can sneak off in the morning.”
I grab some tissues from the nightstand, cleaning off my stomach while he walks into the bathroom. The last thing I remember is the sink running and his sweet, low hums traveling into the bedroom.
* * *
My bladder refusesto let my body rest for any longer. I immediately close my eyes after opening them, assuming they’re playing a trick on me or that I'm not really awake. I open them again and he's still there, occupying the other side of the bed. His body is sculpted to perfection everywhere my eyes land. Too bad I don't have the ability to see through sheets.
Jamie shuffles against the pillow but his eyes remain shut. I slowly slide out of bed, slipping the gray comforter off my body, realizing we’re not at my apartment. I take in the rest of the room, and pictures of him and another man rest on the nearby dresser, nightstand, and even the walls. This is his home. His home he shared with someone else and probably still does. Overtaken with panic, I grab my clothes off the floor, quickly putting them on and no longer caring about the need to piss. All I care about is getting out of here before he wakes up. What if his fiancé comes home, realizing he made a mistake? When I spot my phone on the nightstand, I shove it in my back pocket and run out of the room and down the stairs, passing by more walls and furniture covered in pictures of the once happy couple. I don't stop moving until I reach the door and my heart doesn't slow until I'm far enough down the sidewalk I can no longer see the house. I reach for my phone again and text Luca.
