Page 14 of Rock Candy

Not wanting to be a total dickface, I got her attention from across the room and held up my cell phone. She furrowed her brow. I knew she wanted me to stay but I couldn’t. I pointed to the phone screen and mouthedcall me.

She scowled. I panned my hand around the room like the male version of Vanna White before drawing my finger across my throat, which was my grotesquely dramatic version of when this social part was finished.

She giggled and mouthed,What?

I winked and mouthed to her one more time,Call me when this is over.

She shook her head, but I was free to go. I walked back to my hotel. It wasn’t far but it was dark and cold and the walk felt grueling and miserable. It was too much. I wanted her to be mine so badly and a part of me wanted to fight for her or beg, but she’d been so clear. My options with Eddy were friends or naked friends. She didn’t want to be mine. And the thing was, I was a mine kind of guy. A one-woman man, built for service, to worship and adore. Sex wasn’t frivolous for me and it never would be. But even more complicated than my need to have her was how I’d grown attached to Eddy. She was starting to feel like a part of me, like I was walking the earth as half a man before I met her and now, I needed her to survive.

So, I walked, even though my fingertips ached from the cold. I walked until I was in the parking lot of my hotel, and then I paced until I was so cold my eyelashes had started to freeze. In the end I decided that I had to try one more time. I had to beg. I had to pray. I had to make her see that a relationship with me would be different. She wouldn’t feel caged or broken. She would feel safe and loved. Decided, I headed inside to wait for her to call.

She didn’t.

In the weehours of the morning, I woke to someone banging on my door. I was out cold and sat up in a fright. The banging continued. My hotel room was nothing like Eddy’s. It was the equivalent of a Motel 6, just called the Skiside Escape. The decor was straight out of the eighties. There was absolutely no minibar, but it was clean and it served its purpose. Grumpy, I stood up from the bed, rubbing the imprint of the scratchy bedspread from my face and grumbled, “I’m coming.”

I wasn’t together enough to conjure up an explanation for the racket at the door, but I absolutely had no idea that when I opened it, I was going to be eye to eye with a very determined Eddy. She was in a parka and pj’s and didn’t have a stitch of makeup on. She’d clearly gotten out of her bed to come find me.

She barged in. Taking off her jacket and throwing it on the floor, she paced at the foot of the two double beds like a tiger trapped in a cage. Suddenly intently alert, I closed the door before asking, “Everything okay?”

Her energy was frantic. “I can’t do this anymore,” she ranted. “I can’t have everything and nothing with you. I can’t write music with you but not kiss you. I can’t dance with you but not touch you. I can’t talk to you but not fuck you. It’s impossible and it’s making me insane. I don’t want you to not be there when the room clears, Henry. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”

Her words and her desire burned through the last vestiges of my gentlemanly behavior. I heard exactly what I needed to hear from her. She wanted me in the room when the smoke cleared. She wanted me, period. She felt the same connection I felt. Like a key opened a lock, her words broke open the cage I’d constructed to maintain her friendship and set free the animal that hungered for her desperately.

I growled, “Clothes off.”

She stopped pacing and her eyes found mine. “What?” She was startled, not quite sure she’d heard me correctly.

I commanded, “Take your fucking clothes off, Eddy, so I can lather your pussy all over my face.”

Her cheeks pinked. She stood there for a second, just staring at me, but as soon as I questioned her by raising an eyebrow, she peeled off her pj’s.

“Good girl,” I cooed, prowling in her direction. “Lie back on the bed. Spread your legs and show me. I want to see that pussy that I dream about.”

She sat down and scooched her butt back without breaking eye contact. Dropping her knees open, she innocently asked, “Like this?”

“Mmmm.” I nodded, lingering over her smooth pink lips for as long as I could. I wanted to savor the sight before I broke and gave in to touching her. I wanted to remember her open and under my spell. When I began to crawl up the bed, I slowly dragged my fingertips over her calves and thighs. She shivered and flinched, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting. I spoke as I touched her. “Do you know how often I think about tasting you?”

She shook her head no.

“Almost every day. I dream about it, Eddy. I dream about sliding my tongue right here.” I ran one finger between her folds, barely grazing her clit. “I want to go to bed and wake up knowing that I’ve been here, that I’ve relished and ravished you.” I plunged deeper, dipping inside her till my knuckle disappeared.

She rewarded me with a gasp and then a deep resonant moan as I started to move.

“I want to feel you come every day. Every goddamn day.” Her back bowed and she pushed her hips up, clutching my hand inside her. “Do you want that, baby? Do you want to come all over my tongue?”

She learned her lesson on the beach in Martha's Vineyard. When I asked her a question about her pleasure, she didn’t hold back. She begged me immediately.

“Henry, please, I’m already close. Make me come, make me come for you. Please.”

I smirked. “I got you, baby girl.”

I dropped down, blowing warm breath against her swollen clit. Then, pressing my hands into the flesh of her cheeks, I pulled her tight against my face and feasted. At first contact, Eddy cried out, weaving her fingers in my hair and pulling tight, like she needed to hold on. Drunk on the taste and smell of her, I devoured her pussy. I Iicked her from top to bottom with the flat of my tongue. I sucked her flesh into my lips. I pumped my fingers inside her. I drew circles around her clit, all while she writhed and whimpered. She squirmed desperately against my chin, gasping and moaning, chasing her need.

When she came, she came hard, clenching her thighs around my cheeks and throwing her hips in the air as she cried out. “Oh fuck, fuck yes. Henry. Henry. Hen…” Until she lost the words because I took her breath away.

I didn’t give her a minute between making her come and pressing the warmth of my thickened cock against her hip bone. She gasped at the contact and instinctually her hips started to move, grinding against my thigh. She was so deliciously needy for me.

“I want you, more of you,” I said breathily.

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