Lie, page 12
My face moved into his neck, and I breathed in the scent of him, the mixture of his cologne, his laundry detergent, and his soul. My hand went to his thigh, and I gripped him through his jeans, feeling just how muscular and strong he was. I didn’t know what had come over me. I was so relieved to see his face, to be with a man I had forged such a strong bond with. It was like being with an old friend, but so much more. “I missed you…” I whispered into his ear even though no one could overhear us. We were in our own world where there were no other people, no music.
He turned his face closer to mine, his cheek against my lips. “I missed you too.”
I sat that way with him for a long time, just appreciating the affection. I loved being smothered by his large size, feeling a strong man wrapped around me like an indestructible cage. I pressed my forehead against his neck and just sat there. It’d been over a month since we’d last spoken so there was plenty to talk about, but I still didn’t have a single word to say.
Neither did he.
We sat together for hours, saying nothing, and by the time it was almost one in the morning, most of the people had already left. My friends went home because I was obviously busy, and the only people who remained were the people who hadn’t found anyone or who had nothing to go home to.
He pulled his face away slightly to look me in the eye, which he hadn’t done much since we were so close together. “You look beautiful.” His hand slid across my cheek and into my hair, keeping it from my face so he could take a good look at me.
“Thank you.”
“I miss being able to look at you.” With his intense gaze, he showered me with his focus, looking at me in a way every woman dreamed about.
“Me too.”
“How are you?” He asked the question like we were friends, like he cared about my well-being, like he had been thinking about me even when we were no longer in each other’s lives.
“It took a long time for me to get out of the house. This is my first night out…”
“And how did it go?”
“Rough in the beginning. But it ended pretty great.” My hand squeezed his thigh. “How about you?”
“Fine.”
“Releasing those girls cause any problems…?” He told me it would be complicated because of the reaction of his men, because of the way his operation ran, but if there were problems, he probably wouldn’t tell me about them.
“I had to change their business plan and it’s taking some time, but I think it’s working. Now I have to do it with everyone else…”
“What do you mean, everyone else?”
He held his drink with one hand. “They aren’t the only business in the city…”
My mind tried to process what that meant. “So, you intend to stop them all?”
He nodded.
I was speechless for a moment. “You’re doing that for me?”
“No. I told you I feel differently about it now.”
“But that’s because of me…”
He never replied.
I leaned into him and placed a kiss on his neck, my attraction deepening. His actions didn’t vindicate his crimes, didn’t fix what he did to Damien, but it still resonated all the way down to my soul. “Thank you.” We’d been holding each other close all night at the bar, but Heath hadn’t asked me to go home because he assumed my answer was still no.
I wasn’t sure what my answer was anymore.
He finished his drink and left the glass on the table. “I should go.” He sat still for a moment, not pulling away, like he was waiting for me to object. “Do you want me to walk you to your car?”
I was disappointed that he was going to leave, take his touch away and give it to somebody else, but there was no other outcome for us. Without really thinking about what I was saying, I answered. “No, I’m parked right outside.” I’d managed to grab a spot at the curb right outside the entrance.
He was still for a while, not knowing what to do other than leave me there. “Alright.” He rose to his feet and pulled his body away from mine. He didn’t look at me again before he walked out of the nearly deserted bar and through the front doors.
I stayed in my chair and felt so empty inside once he was gone. I was back to my usual existence, feeling numb and empty. Nothing excited me; everything was normal. He was the only thing that kicked me into gear, that made all my nerves tingle with electricity. That man was the only one who could bring me to life anymore. He was a spectrum of color in a sea of gray.
I turned back to the door when I knew he was gone, but an impulse overtook me, a desperation so profound that I stopped thinking about the consequences, the morality of the situation. I just wanted what I wanted…unapologetically.
I left my seat and ran after him.
I’d probably waited too long, sat in the chair and did nothing when I should have taken action. He was a fast walker, and I had no idea where he’d parked. I could call, but that somehow felt shameful. I left the bar and emerged onto the sidewalk. I looked to the right first but saw nobody. There were only a few cars on the street, but none of them was his truck. Then I turned to the left.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, regarding me with fierce coldness. Six foot three of all man, he carried himself like a king, with a strong back and shoulders so heavy only a powerful man could carry them. “Took you long enough.”
His arrogance was infuriating, but in that moment, I didn’t care. I ran to him in my heels, jumping up into his arms because I knew he would catch me. I hit his chest like a car crashing into a concrete wall, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips crushed against his, and I felt a surge of joy flush through me. It was everything I wanted in a kiss—lust, trust, and a fierce passion. I knew I would never find it anywhere else, and I should just enjoy it before it was gone. Between our kisses, I spoke. “You asshole…”
My heart was beating so wildly, I thought it would explode out of my chest and onto the floor. It was the feeling I’d had as a teenager, being so nervous to kiss a boy, to do things that were forbidden because I was too young. But I felt those sensations a million times stronger with this man.
He stood in front of me at the foot of my bed, his hand snaking up my back to the zipper at the center of my spine. When his fingers grasped it, he pulled down slowly, going over my ass until he reached the very bottom. Instead of kissing me, he chose to stare at me, making the arousal much more intense. He wasn’t afraid of eye contact, whether it was a sign of aggression or intimacy. When my dress was loose, he pushed the straps over my shoulders and allowed gravity to do the rest.
It fell off my body into a pile around my ankles. So I wouldn’t trip, I pushed it aside, and now I was nearly naked but somehow completely comfortable. My tits were pointed because of the nerves and excitement, and my tummy was tight because I wanted to look as sexy as possible.
He’d been in my presence when I was naked before, but he’d never looked. But now that he’d been explicitly invited, his eyes slid along to my neck, to my chest, and went all the way down to my thighs. And then the sexiest moan came from his throat, a moan only a real man knew how to make. He didn’t have to tell me he thought I was beautiful, didn’t need to describe what he was about to do to me. That little noise was more than enough to explain every single thought inside his brain. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
I’d seen him shirtless before, but I hadn’t really paid attention because I was in the midst of the most traumatic moment of my life. My gaze dropped, and I examined him the way he examined me, looked at the dark tattoos that covered his rock-hard body. The deep color of the ink couldn’t mask how strong he was, his massive pectoral muscles and his chiseled, tight abs. I wasn’t sure what was sexier, his ink or his body. My hands flattened against his abs and slowly moved up over his powerful chest. My fingers felt resistance immediately, because there was nothing under his skin except muscle. I moved into him and tilted my chin up to look into his gaze. “Just tonight…” I couldn’t resist him anymore, and I wanted to have this moment, to submit to the lust that had drowned us both. We could have an incredible night together and then move on, not have to spend our time wondering what could have been.
He didn’t say anything. Not a word. He unfastened his jeans and got them loose before he pushed them down along with his boxers, sinking lower and lower over his tight stomach, revealing the thick vein that traveled down past his hips to his crotch. And then his big fucking cock came out.
“Oh fuck…” It was even bigger than I’d imagined, bigger than what I’d thought I felt when he ground against me. Dicks were dicks, nothing spectacular, but his cock was damn beautiful, like the inspiration for every dildo in the world.
When his bottoms hit the floor, he kicked them away. “We’ll see.”
The last thing I was going to do was argue with the sexiest man in the world while he looked like that, like a Greek god came to life from marble just to please me. He didn’t just look kingly, but he behaved like a king, owned the room like one.
His hands went to my hips, and he grabbed my black thong before he pushed it over my hips and ass and down my legs. He sank down with the material, his face right at my stomach. He pulled it away from my ankles so I could step out without getting tangled in the fabric. Then he placed his massive palms over my stomach, his fingertips wrapping around my rib cage. He squeezed me like he wanted to feel me, feel exactly how my frame was built, and then he dragged his hands down over my hips, over my ass, down my long legs to my knees.
I’d never been touched like that.
One of his powerful arms grabbed my leg and placed the other over his shoulder.
I clutched his broad shoulders for balance because I thought I was going to topple over having to stand on one foot.
Then he pressed his mouth between my legs and kissed me.
Oh my god.
I closed my eyes at just the first touch, feeling those powerful lips kiss my clit like they knew exactly what they were doing, like they had pussy for breakfast every day. I winced because it both felt good and bad, bad because I hadn’t been touched like that in so long my nerves were too sensitive. I grabbed his shoulders, and my nails clawed into his tough skin.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the large mirror I had propped against the wall. It was the place where I tried on clothes and examined my appearance before I left the house. Now, I saw a gorgeous man on his knees, kissing my sacred place, his powerful hands supporting me and gliding over my body. His hand squeezed my thigh and then my ass before moving up and touching my stomach. His ass was muscular and tight, and his back was so ripped, he looked like the strongest man in the world.
I stared at the most erotic scene in my life, and I could hardly believe I was living it. I was even turned on by my own appearance, the blush in my cheeks, wetness in my eyes, the way my mouth couldn’t stay closed because I was breathing so hard. My hand dug into his hair, and I moaned while he did amazing things to me. Every time I took a deep breath, my tits rose and pointed to the sky. My stomach tightened, and my little abs became more distinct. My skin was tanned and olive-toned naturally, much darker than his beautiful fair skin.
“Heath…my fucking god.” It had already started off unbelievable, that hard mouth so good against my body. He had a shadow of hair over his jawline, and I could feel the coarse hairs rub against my cunt when he kissed me, and I liked that even more. I loved feeling a man’s facial hair against the most erotic part of my body. I could tell I was already wet, ready for that fat dick whenever he wanted to give it to me.
He kissed me for a while, doing it slowly like he wanted this to be foreplay, not the first climax he gave me. Sometimes he pressed into me harder just to tease me, but the rest of the time, he was soft, pulling me into his face and grinning as I ground against him.
It was so fucking good.
He slowed down his kisses until he gave me a few final embraces, gentle pecks that told me he was finished and ready to move on.
Couldn’t wait to see what came next.
He stabilized me while moving my leg off his shoulder before he rose to his feet and looked down at me again, a distinct shine to his lips that came from me. His hand slowly slid into my hair, and he grasped a handful as he guided me backward to my bed. His other arm gripped my ass as he brought our faces close together, our foreheads touching. His hand squeezed me over and over as he let the intensity grow, made me wait for the moment when he finally kissed me.
Then he did.
I could taste myself, but I didn’t mind. I just got to taste his own desire for me, think about the way he’d just kissed me like there was nothing else he wanted more than to adore my most private area. He wasn’t afraid to please a woman the way she liked, to do something most men avoided at all costs. He did it…and he fucking loved it.
His arm gripped my waist as we moved toward the bed. He supported my frame with his arm, holding me as he lowered himself down with a single arm. He positioned me on the bed underneath him, sliding his arm out of the arch in my back once I was in place.
His thighs opened mine as if he intended to take me like this, his heaviness making my mattress creak because it was old. With every move he made, I could feel his weight, feel two hundred and thirty pounds of pure man on top of me. He opened my legs wide like he needed the room to get his fat dick inside me.
He helped himself to my nightstand and fished out a condom as if he already knew they were there. With experienced movements, he ripped into the package and rolled on the condom that was a little tight for his big dick.
It only took him a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me, my lips landing on his. I cupped his face and brought him close to me, our lips moving together with perfect languidness.
His arms hooked behind my knees once his dick was pressed to my entrance. Then he slowly inched inside, pushing deeper and deeper into my wetness, through my tightness, and moved until there was nowhere else for him to go.
I stopped kissing him because I needed a moment to breathe, a moment to appreciate all the sensations inside me. I’d never been stretched like that, never had a man so big inside me. I didn’t even know dicks could be this big. “What a man…” My fingers were still in his hair, and I looked him in the eye as I gave him the compliment.
He stilled inside me and looked into my face, his muscular chest pressing me deeper into the sheets. There was a bit of hair in the center of his pecs, exactly as I liked. He held my gaze for a while, as if he wanted to look at me and enjoy the victory before he actually started to fuck me. I’d told him no so many times, but he never gave up on me. He knew I would cave, waited patiently until the moment I could no longer resist this fine piece of man.
He rocked his hips inside me, his big dick sliding in and out of my small channel. I was an average woman with an average size, but he was so large in every way that he made me feel tiny. Sometimes he pushed inside a little too hard and it made me wince because he pressed right up against my cervix, but I enjoyed being with a man who was big enough to even hurt me.
When he got used to my body, he never made me wince again, his dick memorizing exactly how deep I was. His neck bent down, and he kissed me as he rocked, exchanging a few hot kisses before he pulled away to look at me, to see the burn in my cheeks, emotion in my eyes. Then he kissed me again, breathing into my mouth, giving me his tongue.
Whenever I brought a man home, the sex was usually disappointing. And even when it wasn’t, it still wasn’t anything like this. He fucked so good, he seemed like a professional, like I’d thrown a stack of cash at him and paid him to do this. I already felt the small explosion begin at the bottom of my belly, but it took me a second to recognize it because I couldn’t believe that it was happening so quickly, that he could bring my body and mind to the threshold within seconds. My hands reached for his chest for something to hold on to, and my nails slightly dragged down as the explosion hit me, making my toes squeeze and cramp, making my hips buck against him uncontrollably. I bit my bottom lip so hard, I nearly drew blood. But the screams inside my chest were unable to be suppressed, so I moaned loudly for him, coming with such intensity, it was an out-of-body experience. My head slammed back onto the pillow, and I dug my hand into my hair because I was writhing, making sounds I didn’t even know I could produce. Tears began because it felt so good to release like that, felt so good I thought I would die.
He’d made it happen in less than a minute.
It was a long climax, nearly thirty seconds of unbridled goodness. My nails released from his chest, and I lightly touched his abs as I came down from the stars. I looked into his face above me, and the moisture had built up in my eyes so it had to escape as two tears running straight down to my ears.
Watching me come turned him on but didn’t make him explode. He continued at the same pace because he knew I enjoyed it. “That was easy.” He’d conquered my pussy, conquered all of me. He didn’t smirk with arrogance, but the confidence in his voice was infuriating.
My emotions were strong and at the surface, especially in this animalistic state. My hand slapped across his face, hitting him hard in the cheek because it was an asshole-ish thing to say.
He turned with the hit but didn’t slow down his thrusts. He kept moving, digging at me a little deeper to remind me just how big he was. Those blue eyes were dark with concentration, but also filled with intense arousal. He grew a little harder inside me, like I’d successfully turned him on a bit more.
I cupped his face and brought him in for another kiss, my fingers digging into his short hair. I breathed into his mouth as I fell deeper into him, unable to understand my own emotions, my own desire, my own intensity. One moment, I hated this man, and then the next, I thought I couldn’t live without him.
