Page 25 of Love Triangle
He scoffs. “Rarely has anyone referred to me as anything like a ‘sweetie’ but I suppose I’ll accept the compliment.”
“You’ll take it and you’ll like it.” I laugh.
“Oh, I will? And what will you take?” There’s no laughter in Cliff’s voice, but I can sense a hint of playfulness beyond the rough edges.
“Hmm. I don’t know, what do I need to take?” I sit back and tap my finger to my lip in thought.
“I know what you need,sweetie.” Cliff snatches my hand and presses it back against the wall behind my head. Slowly he leans in near to my ear, close enough that his lips brush my skin as he speaks. “Now let’s see how much of it you can take.”
With one fluid movement, he scoops me off the couch and stands. When I begin to make a noise of protest, he tosses me over his shoulder as if I’m nothing more than a sack of grain, lifts my skirt, and bites my ass cheek.
“Ah! My ass!” I yelp.
“Point me to the bedroom or I fuck you into the carpet, your choice, but the bedroom will save you from the rug burn. I can’t promise it will save you from anything else.” He traces a finger around the light bite mark, and I break out in goosebumps.
“Out the door to the right,” I manage to squeak out.
“Good girl.”
A moment later, I’m unceremoniously tossed onto the pink sheets covering my queen size bed. I lay breathlessly on my back and watch as the man I thought was just a bit of an uptight nerd turns into something that is very muchnotthat.
He removes his cardigan, setting it neatly on the chair that faces the end of my bed. Next, he begins to unbutton his shirt and the moment the top of his chest is revealed my eyes nearly bug out.He’s covered in tattoos.Every piece of clothing that he removes had been hiding more artwork.
They’re beautiful. Dark caverns full of mineral formations. Mines of crystals and gems. Mountain peaks capped in snow. Volcanic eruptions. The earth from his feet to his shoulders. It seems like it should be a strange mishmash, but it’s not. Everything has clearly been well thought out and carefully placed. All the art is fantastic and the execution is flawless. Only one piece doesn’t fit in with the rest.
“What’s this?” I point to the area near his heart left open with nothing but a simple design. All that’s there is the outline of a triangle, inside which one corner has been blocked off into a square shape. There are letters on the sides and corners of the shape.
“It’s a right triangle. It was my first tattoo. I thought getting something related to trigonometry would be a terribly clever way to punish myself for falling in love with my particularly straight best friend. Now, is that all you’re going to say when I’m nearly naked in your room? How disappointing.Tsk.”
“Nearly! Not completely!” I hug a pillow to myself and can’t help but giggle. This man is so weird. Such a huge romantic, a big geek, neurotic as fuck, and dominating in the bedroom. I can’t tell what’s coming next.Except hopefully me.
When he strips off the final article, his underwear, he looks at me and raises one eyebrow as if to say, “are you satisfied now?” Oh boy, am I satisfied. The man ispacking.Andpiercedall down the shaft.
“How the hell am I supposed to take all of that inside of me?” I unwittingly breathe out.
His lip curls up at one corner as he replies, “What was it you said? Oh yes, ‘You’ll take it and you’ll like it.’ Now take off that dress and spread your legs, we need to stretch you out.”
I find my mouth has suddenly gone dry when I try to respond so I just nod instead. The zipper goes down quickly, and I fling the dress to the floor. Cliff sighs as he sees the green fabric in a crumpled heap, before leaning down to pick it up. He watches me judgmentally as he carefully folds the garment before placing it on top of his own meticulously folded clothes.
“Don’t tell me I have to train you not to make a mess. I’d hoped you’d come housebroken already.”He shakes his head at me. I shrug apologetically, still unable to form words.
Wanting to distract Cliff from my misdeeds, I spread my legs before him. The trick works. His eyes immediately flick to my center where they stay. His head tilts to the side as he inspects my form, his hand running languidly over his massive cock. Finally, he crawls onto the bed and presses my thighs open farther, slowly getting closer to my aching cunt.
“I’m quite happy you aren’t invisible here yet. You’re a wondrous sight to behold.”
The compliment makes me want to close my legs in embarrassment; I always get embarrassed by compliments. I force myself to keep them open, however, and let him continue what he’s doing. Without preamble, he slips two fingers deep into my slippery center and groans.
“You’re almost ready for me as it is,sweetie.” He chuckles at the mocking pet name. “I’m going to have to make you come again to really get you prepared. I shouldn’t be too rough with you, it being our first time and all.”
He kisses down my thighs until he’s nearly against my lower lips. “I can’t promise I’ll be sosweetnext time.”
In a move much faster than the languid kisses he had been bestowing upon my thighs, he begins going down on me and it’s unreasonably, impossibly, nearly unbearably magnificent.Fuck.I don’t even realize he has four fingers inside me when I come only about a minute after he starts. When he sits up on his knees, licking those fingers one by one, I can only stare at him in shock with my mouth hanging open.
“Alright then,” is all he says before he falls on top of me, pinning my arms above me and trapping my legs to the sides with his.
His mouth crashes to mine and he kisses me hard, ruthlessly, forcing me to taste my own arousal on his tongue. He nips my lips, pressing hard enough to leave bruises. He literallygrowlsagainst my neck, as if he can’t even stand having to abide by human decency standards. I could nearly come again from him grinding his pierced cock against my clit alone as he ravishes me with these animalistic kisses.
“I want to tear you apart, Crystal. I’ve wanted to do terrible things to you since the moment I saw you in that shop. It’s taking everything in me to hold back. But I will. For now. For you. You’re too sweet, too good to hurt, even though I can tell you want it.” The ache in his voice as he presses his forehead against my chest is powerful.
