Page 13 of Encircled in Darkness
As the truck bumped over the tracks, he finally spoke, his deep timber caressing me. “Have you eaten?”
Shaking my head, I replied honestly. “I ate before work and I’ve some leftover spaghetti waiting for me at home. Would you like to join me?”
The words slipped out and I wanted to smack my hand over my mouth. I had never let a man inside my house, but something about him made me throw all rational thought out the window. He had been the one constant thought running through my head since the moment he placed his hand on the back of my neck and gave me the best orgasm anyone had ever given on me.
He had been the person in my mind as I brought myself to pleasure every night, just the thought of him pushed out the dark thoughts and filled me with reserved hope. It was his name I moaned into my lonely little house as I let the waves of euphoria wash over me.
“I would love to join you, but I’ve got some business to attend to. Maybe I can take you to dinner this week?” he asked as he pulled his expensive truck into my newly repaved driveway
James had a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher, and something deep inside of me stirred. Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, I unhooked my seatbelt and leaned over the center console. Kissing him on the cheek, wishing it was more; I pulled back and placed my purse in my lap.
Whispering into the dark truck, “Thank you for saving me tonight and well... for everything.”
A strong hand gripped into the back of my neck and I gasped as he pulled me back toward him and slammed his mouth to mine. Moaning as the electrical pulses shot through my body, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and stroked it against mine, swirling and wrapping around in a slow and sensual dance.
He stroked my cheek and I felt cherished for a moment. Coming to my senses at the unfamiliar emotion, I withdrew slowly as he placed soft kisses on my lips. I looked into his eyes and saw fiery need staring back at me. He smirked and licked his lips.
I squirmed in my seat as he lifted my hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back, completely opposite from the soul-searing kiss that had stolen my breath. He came around to my side of the car and offered me his hand as I slid down from the tall truck. Placing a hand on my lower back, he walked me to the door and stood with his strong body inches from me.
I could feel the heat emanating from him, the raw energy, and I wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by him. Unlocking the door, I set my purse and keys on the side table and turned back to James.
Kiss him again.
The little voice whispered, and I stepped up to him, my chest lightly rubbing against his. I could feel his enormous cock pressing against the front of his jeans, and I fought the urge to drop to my knees and swallow him whole.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join me for some spaghetti?”Lame, Amaya.
He exhaled and locked eyes with me, pinning me in place. Wrapping his muscular arms around my back, he tugged me against him and leaned in to kiss me gently on the neck. I’m sure I smelled like stale beer, but he didn’t seem to mind. Running his nose up the column of my neck, he inhaled, and I shivered in his arms as my body erupted in chills.
He kissed the spot under my ear and my knees grew weak as he whispered, “I want nothing more than to take you inside and feast on your pussy until you beg me to stop. I’ve craved the taste of you on my tongue and I can’t wait to watch you shatter apart. I want to watch you writhe as I pump my cock into you, and I want to watch you ride me until you can’t move. But that’s not whatyouwant.”
I leaned back and looked at him with confusion clear on my face. “I don’t understand. If that’s what you want...”
I left the sentence open because I still didn’t understand the torn-up contract and the check. I was a chicken shit for not asking, but he must realize I was a sure thing. I was his paid whore and he could do with me what he wanted.
“Amaya, you need to want me as much as I want you.” He pressed his stiff length against my stomach, and I fought the groan deep in my throat. He leaned in again and uttered, “I’m not him. When you want me the way I want you, call me and I’ll be here to take you to the edge of heaven and back again. Until then...” he kissed me softly. “I can wait.”
He released his hold on me and stepped off the small porch. He opened his door and I snapped out of the daze I was in.
“I don’t have your phone number.” Speaking across the driveway. “How can I call you?”
“Check your phone.” He replied with a smile and pulled out of the driveway, leaving me alone and confused again.
I went inside and locked the front door, double checking the four locks before I reached into my purse and pulled out my silent cell phone. Using my thumb print to unlock the phone, I checked my contacts and there he was, first star under favorites. I smiled like a schoolgirl for a moment, then had to ask myself.‘How did his number get in my phone?’
Once again, I spoke the words into the air. “Who the hell are you James?”
