Tales of A Tomboy: Britain, page 15
The timer goes off, and I have to let her go before heading into the kitchen to check the food. It’s definitely hot enough so I pull it out and throw the garlic bread in the broiler. When it’s done, I pull it out. “Come and get it, babe.”
Britain comes into the kitchen and gives me a look. “What’s wrong? We talked about my therapy session and you got a weird look on your face.” She walks right up to me. “If you’re going to break up with me, just do it.”
I grab her by the shoulders. “I’m not breaking up with you. I just…I just feel bad because it’s my fault you had the reaction you did, and it’s my fault I drudged up bad memories.”
“Do you really think it would’ve been healthier for me to go the rest of my life without kissing a man, fooling around with a man, or making love to one? Yes, I had a bad reaction, sue me. I hadn’t been touched by anyone. It was a one-time thing. Maybe it won’t ever happen again, maybe it will. People go through worse traumas than what I did and have completely healthy sexual relationships—why can’t I?”
I don’t know what to say right now, so I do the only thing that I can think of: I slam my lips down on hers. With my hands on her ass I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I carry her blindly through my place and up the stairs.
Britain stays wrapped around me as I climb up on my bed, our lips never separating. She moans into my mouth as I grind against her. My hands slide down her sides until I reach under her tank top and push it up and over her breasts. I groan when I come in contact with her bare skin.
My lips travel down her neck and when I reach her delectable pink nipples, my tongue licks one tip until it hardens. I suck it into my mouth, and she cries out. Her fingers grab my hair in a punishing grip. I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I let go and bring my lips up to hers, whispering against her lips, “Can I lick your pussy?”
Her eyes widen, but she nods. I don’t miss the way she does a full-body shiver, and it makes me hard as fuck.
“Baby, I need to hear words.” I stroke her cheek.
“Yes. Please do it, Sir.”
That’s all I need to hear, and begin my descent down her sexy little body.
Chapter Eighteen
Britain
My heart races and my hips move of their own accord as his lips travel down my neck. I moan as he reaches my breasts, sucking each hardened tip into his mouth. I’ve never felt something so good, so real. His hair is soft under my fingertips, and I grip it as he pulls my shorts and panties down and off. I’m tempted to cover myself, but he doesn’t give me the chance as he descends on my pussy.
He grabs my thighs, spreading my legs. I close my eyes as I feel his breath on my skin. I’m not bare down there, but I do get a bikini wax. Does he like it?
“Fuck, you have a beautiful pussy.” My core clenches at his words, and I know I’m wet. “Britain, look at me. Watch me worship you.”
I open my eyes and watch his bright blue ones stare at me with so much emotion in them I feel myself getting choked up. He bends down, and I moan as I feel his wet tongue slide up from my core to my clit. Silas holds my eyes as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My hips come up off the bed as he licks my entrance over and over. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth.
He moans like I do eating my favorite ice cream. I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. His eyes stay locked on mine as he pushes one finger inside of me. My legs shake as he rubs a spot inside me while pushing on my lower stomach.
I come so suddenly that I give a surprised cry. My eyes roll back in my head as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. When the tremors finally stop, Silas kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth. I can taste the tangy flavor of my arousal on his lips.
He smiles down at me. “How was that?”
“Awesome,” I breathe out, because honestly, I’m at a loss for words right now. “I think you broke my brain.”
His chest vibrates against mine as he chuckles. He rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms. I can feel how hard his dick is, but he doesn’t take it any further. Holding his eyes, I reach between us, my heart racing as I place my open hand on his dick through his jeans. We both hold completely still, but my breaths leave me in rapid pants.
He moves first, kissing my forehead. “Breathe nice and slow, baby. It’s just you and me—no one else.”
I do what he says and feel myself start to relax. He smiles, and my heart flutters. My stomach decides to interrupt us by growling loudly. “Let’s get you fed,” Silas says, pulling my tank top that was bunched up under my arms down. Then he grabs my panties, slipping them back on me.
“Wait, what about you?” I don’t want him to think I’m selfish or something.
He places his hands on the mattress on both sides of my hips, leaning in close. “Oh baby, there is going to be plenty of time for me.” Silas picks me up like I weigh nothing, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me downstairs.
The lasagna is no longer warm, but I don’t care. That’s how hungry I am. Silas doesn’t bother with plates and just hands me a fork. I know I’m making a pig out of myself as I sit on his kitchen counter, but I don’t care. I’m so freaking happy right now I can’t stand it. I think I’m falling in love with him—is it too soon? What if he doesn’t feel the same way?
Luckily, we’re both too busy stuffing our faces for him to notice my internal freakout. We finish eating and clean up the kitchen. As we cuddle up together on the sofa, he grabs the gray cashmere blanket that is draped over the back and lays it on my lap, since I’m still in just my tank top and underwear.
“What did you want to watch?” he asks.
“Can you turn on SportsCenter? The Cubs played today, but it wasn’t televised.” Silas smiles and turns it on. It looks like we missed the highlights for my Cubbies, but we watch it anyway and in no time, I feel my eyes start to get heavy.
My eyes flutter open, and it takes a second time to realize that I’m in bed, but not mine—Silas’s. I roll over and find the bed empty and hear the shower running. Gingerly, I climb out of bed and move toward the bathroom. That’s when I hear a soft groan. I open the door slowly and the sight before me makes my mouth water and my belly ache.
Silas is naked, obviously, and he’s got one hand resting against the shower tile. The other hand is wrapped around his cock. I should look away—I should leave him to it, but I can’t. He jerks it almost roughly, but his moans tell me he likes what he’s doing.
My fingers find their way into my panties, and I’m embarrassingly wet. I don’t even care, and begin rubbing my clit. It takes no time at all before we both begin coming together. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He shuts the shower off, and I quickly close the door and scramble to his bed, climbing in it and pretending to be asleep.
I hear Silas move around his bedroom and then climb into bed with me. I feel him snuggle in behind me and wrap his arm around my waist. His lips touch my ear. “Did you enjoy the show?” My body stiffens and he chuckles. “Next time you don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission. Understood?” he growls against my neck, making my body tremble and my vagina quiver.
“Yes, I understand…Sir.”
***
My eyes follow Silas as he stalks toward me like a lion stalking its prey. Tonight, he’s using the flogger on me. I’m scared, but exhilarated. He’s got me restrained to the St. Andrew’s Cross in my bra and panties. Usually, he says, subs are naked, but since I’m still learning he’s letting me wear my undergarments, thank God. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my eyes drift down to the flogger.
Before we started, he let me hold one in my hands. It was the big, scary-looking flogger that he showed earlier. The one he’s going to use on me is made of a softer material, and it’s for what he calls “sensation play.” It won’t hurt, but it’ll teach me about surrender and how to get used to the feel of it hitting my skin.
I can’t decide if I want to look at the flogger, or at his bare chest. Honestly, I keep getting drawn to his eyes, which look much darker than usual. “What’s your safe word?” His voice is deeper, sexier.
“Red, Sir.”
He reaches out, stroking my cheek. “Good girl. What word do you use if you need me to back off?”
“Yellow.” Silas grips my chin, raising his eyebrow, and my stomach dips. “Sir.” He leans in, pressing his lips to mine.
When he pulls away, the look in his eyes causes me to swallow the lump in my throat. The blue sparkles as he runs his hand over the tails of the flogger. The first strike startles me, causing me to jerk against my bindings. The second and third I’m prepared for, but it takes four and five for me to let my body relax. They’re soft so they don’t hurt; it’s just more of a dull thud. He reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties. My eyes drift shut as a moan slips past my lips.
Silas drives me close to the edge, but then backs off. He begins using the flogger again and strikes my thighs. My cries turn to incoherent babbles as he alternates between rubbing my clit and using the flogger on me, never using the same pattern—keeping me off balance.
Using my safe word is on the tip of my tongue as a sense of panic takes over me. My heart races and I tug at the restraints around my wrists. “Breathe, baby, stay with me. Don’t fight it. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he croons while rubbing my clit.
I close my eyes and breathe through the sensual assault on my body. He grabs onto my hips and I feel him nip at one nipple and then the other through the silky material of my bra. I moan and thrust my breasts out, begging for them to be touched. Instead, he uses the flogger on me again and again until I start to feel lightheaded, almost drunk.
Silas’s fingers slip under my panties and rub my clit until I can’t take it anymore and come, over and over—crying out incoherently as wave after wave of pleasure flows through me. I feel myself being lifted and laid down on the bed. My eyes feel so heavy, and I feel like I’m in a cocoon. I don’t fight it—instead, I let sleep pull me under.
“Baby? Britain?”
I open my eyes and find Silas smiling at me. “Did I fall asleep?”
He strokes a hand over my hair in a loving gesture. “That can happen sometimes after a scene, but you’ve only been out for about ten minutes. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You went into subspace. It’s not unusual for someone to do that their first time, but fuck me, you did it beautifully.”
I smile and snuggle into him. Warmth fills me under his praise. “Will it be like that all of the time?”
“Maybe, maybe not—every experience is different, but if you trust me, and we communicate, we can have a lot of fun.”
I like the sound of that. Leaning forward, I kiss the base of his throat. I move my lips up to his earlobe, nipping it with my teeth. He hisses out a breath and moans, it urges me on. Kissing back down his neck until I reach his chest, I taste the slight saltiness of his skin. When I reach one nipple, I swirl my tongue around it and then bite it like he does to mine. After I give the other one the same treatment, I begin my descent down farther.
Silas’s eyes are on me as I unbutton his jeans. I don’t miss the large erection behind his denim. As I peel it down, he lifts his hips so I can slide them down and off. His dick is hard, lying stiff against his stomach. I climb back between his legs. He smiles while watching me.
My hand only slightly trembles as I wrap it around his length. I’ve watched GIFs on Tumblr about blowjobs. I’m not super confident, but I’ll give it my best shot. Keeping my eyes on him, I drag my tongue from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue around it. I do it a few more times and then wrap my lips around it before sliding down, sucking it into my mouth.
He moans as I take him to the back of my throat, swallowing him down, and I only gag a little. Silas grabs my hand, wrapping it around the base of his dick. Moving my hand up and down, I jerk him off while still sucking. I begin picking up speed as his groan becomes more ragged and urgent.
“Baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” He moans, but I keep going. He’s given me so much already and I want to give him something back.
I shake my head and increase the suction. He shouts as the first splash of his cum hits my tongue. I swallow the warm, salty liquid down as he shoots into my mouth. I finish swallowing, and I won’t lie—I gag just a tiny bit, but when he pulls me up and kisses the fuck out of me, I forget all about the fact that I did not care for that.
When we finally get situated in bed, he hugs me to his chest. “Thank you for tonight.”
I tilt my head back and look at him. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”
He laughs as he hugs me close, and that’s how we fall asleep with him wrapped around my body.
Chapter Nineteen
Silas
I follow Britain to our seats and can barely keep up with her. When Jeremiah offered me his two club seats at Wrigley for a Cubs home game, I said yes immediately. I’d stopped by the shop and when I held them up in front of Britain she screamed, jumped up and down, and then ran around me in circles. I couldn’t stop laughing, and then caught her when she launched herself at me.
We decided to make it an overnight trip, and I got us a suite at The Hotel at Midtown. Britain stood at the window with a look of wonder on her face, enjoying a beautiful view of the city. We walked here from the hotel since it’s a gorgeous day.
When she came out of the bathroom after changing, I could only shake my head. She had her blonde hair in a loose braid with a Cubs trucker hat on her head. She wore a Kris Bryant jersey open, with a blue Cubs tank top underneath. The pièce de résistance was the painted C on her cheek.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m wearing a Cubs t-shirt and a hat, but she just looks so fucking cute I can hardly stand it. While we make our way to our seats, it isn’t lost on me that guys are checking her out, but she’s completely oblivious. I’ve never in all my life met someone like her. I’ve never met someone that felt like they were made just for me before—at least not until I met her.
She’s become so important to me, so vital. It freaks me the fuck out, but at the same time it doesn’t. Since the night I used the flogger on her, she’s been trying to get me to go further with her, but I’ve been hesitant to go all the way. God, I sound like a high schooler or something. I want to make love to her, I do, but considering her past, I’ve taken things extremely slow.
My attention goes back to her as Britain waves her arms in a “come here” motion. She stops at the end of our row and bounces up and down waiting for me.
Our seats are right on the end, thankfully, and as soon as we sit, Britain wraps her arms around me. “This is amazing. Thank you for bringing me.”
I kiss her lips quickly before I grab us a couple of beers from the beer man.
As she watches the game, I can’t help but watch her. She’s been cheering, yelling, and getting everyone in our section to chant together. I was worried at first thinking that someone was going to be an asshole to her for her diehard enthusiasm, but we’re lucky and have a pretty fun group by us.
After the game is over, we head to Slugger’s for drinks and food. When we finish eating, we hit the batting cages, and I quickly learn that my girl is a fucking athlete. She hits the ball every time and while she’s up to bat, I don’t miss the assholes gawking at her. We take turns batting and then I challenge her to a skee ball match. I beat her, but barely.
As we walk back to the hotel hand in hand, it hits me that I’ve never had this much fun with a woman before, or at least when it didn’t involve sex. I’m sure when the time is right for us that the sex will be phenomenal.
It’s only three in the afternoon, so we decide to lie down and take a nap when we get back to our room. Britain pulls her hat off, tossing it on the chair in the corner. She then disappears into the bathroom and then comes out a few minutes later without the paint on her cheek. In no time at all, Britain is passed out, snoring softly.
I don’t sleep even though she’s out and I’m beat. Instead I lie next to her and watch her. Is it creepy? Maybe, but I don’t give a fuck. I never expected this girl, this woman, to grab onto my heart the way she has. As I stare at her, it’s still hard to believe what happened to her—it makes me angry on her behalf.
In sleep she looks a lot younger than she is. Her skin is flawless, and you’d never guess that a few weeks ago she’d had her nose broken. I wrap my hand around hers that’s tucked under her chin, lace our fingers, and feel my eyes get heavy.
***
I button up my white dress shirt before tucking it into my pants. I slip on my black leather belt, and after fastening it I slip into my black loafers. While I get dressed, I hear Britain move around in the bathroom. Tonight we’re having dinner at III Forks in Lakeshore East. It’s one of my favorite places to go when I’m in Chicago.
I grab my cologne out of my Dopp kit and slap a little on my face when the bathroom door opens. “Wow.” It’s all I can say because she’s struck me speechless.
Britain stands in the doorway looking nervous. She’s wearing pants with legs so wide it looks like a skirt. They sit low on her hips, and I see a sliver of skin peeking out of the bottom of the emerald green, tight v-neck shirt with capped sleeves. It shows just enough cleavage, and she’s got a rose gold necklace that rests at the base of her throat.
Her hair is in a fishtail braid that hangs over one dainty shoulder of hers. She’s makeup free except for some clear shiny gloss on her lips. On her feet are her black high-heeled sandals, and her toes are painted pink.
I walk toward her, feeling like a lion stalking his prey. Her pearly whites bite into her lower lip as she watches me come toward her. I stop right in front of her, grabbing her hands. I stroke over the skin on the back of her hand. “You’re fucking stunning.”
Britain’s cheeks turn a dusky shade of pink. “Thank you.”
