Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) (20 page)

Chapter Six

We waited for the last of the Orgasmic Meditation group to file out of the room. Everyone looked peaceful and sedate as they waved to Holly. The golden bell jingled merrily as they left the store.

My grandmother once told me that every time a bell rang, it meant an angel got its wings. Maybe there was an angel presiding over orgasms. If so, was a bell about to toll for me?

I didn’t write about orgasms in my books. My characters never got that far. I wrote about soul-piercing gazes, light touches that arrowed to the heart, and kisses that spoke of forever. And I hadn’t experienced a single one of those either.

I had had men’s eyes on me. I had an ample bosom, so of course they looked. I had men paw at me, wanted and unwanted. I’d had my fair share of kisses, too. But none had ever pierced an arrow aimed at forever like the light hold of Christopher’s hand holding mine.

 I walked into the room behind Christopher. He shut the door but didn’t lock it.

“You can say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ at any time, and I will,” he said.

His voice startled me. My fogged brain reached to understand his words. His blue eyes held mine. There was no mischief. His gaze was clear, sober, assessing.

“The boss doesn’t tolerate anything resembling non-consent. Plus, I would never do anything you don’t wish. Are we clear? Do I have your trust, MK? Do I have your consent?”

I nodded hypnotized by his words. He walked over to the far wall and pulled down the blinds. I watched his hands twist the long, plastic stick that turned the blinds to closed, shutting out the bright sunlight of the heavens and casting us down into a muted orange darkness.

“And I have your word that you’ll tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable?” He paced towards me, slowly like a predator stalking its prey. “Let me hear you say it, MK.”

“You have my word,” I parroted.

“Then you have
my
trust and
my
consent.” Christopher placed his hands in my hair, making firm circles and then combing his fingers through. “Just relax, princess.”

His fingers grazed the C-shaped tips of my ears, then pressed over the lobes. I moaned. The sound reverberated from his finger pads back to my eardrums. I heard my heart beating at the base of my ear where his thumb touched.
 

“I know you don’t like water references,” I said. “But all I can think about is the sound of the ocean waves washing over me about to knock me down because your touch is so gentle but so powerful at the same time.”

He grinned, staring at my lips. I leaned forward, certain this kiss would shout the word forever. But he didn’t touch my lips. He skipped my lips.

He massaged my neck. I’d never realized how papery-thin the skin covering the neck was. Everything was magnified. I felt the calluses of his middle finger as it traced the baby hairs at the nape of my neck. In my mind, I saw him holding our newborn baby in his strong, work-worn hands.

His gaze was open, intense as he watched my reaction. “Tell me?”

I choked. I couldn’t tell him I saw forever in his eyes. I couldn’t tell him I’d just had his imaginary baby. That he was cradling the dream child in his arms. That was crazy talk.

It was crazy talk that I wrote in my books that were on Amazon’s top selling lists.

“I feel small and vulnerable,” I said. “You’re bigger than me, and stronger. You could crush me with your hands.” He could crush me with a harsh laugh at my altered version of the truth. “But your eyes tell me to trust you. Your gentle touch is soothing. I feel… cradled.”

Just like our newborn baby would feel as she looked up at her father for the first time. He would smile at her just like he smiled at me now.

Christopher’s hands went down to my shoulders, massaging the caps. My head lolled back as his fingers rhythmically dug into my flesh. I realized that in this position, he had me completely under his control. He could pick me up. He could set me down. He could lead me in any direction he chose. And I wouldn’t hesitate to follow.

Instead of moving me bodily, he moved his hands along my body; steadily south. My eyes flared as I pinpointed his destination.

“Is this okay?” His fingertips grazed the topmost place where a woman’s chest became breasts. “You can tell me ‘no’, MK.”

No. Actually, I couldn’t. My body told my brain to shut its mouth. Every cell in my body screamed that this was him; the One.

In the recesses of my brain, something nagged at me, like the buzzing of a tiny gnat. I mentally squashed it and arched into Christopher’s patient, skilled, masterful hands. He took his time arriving at his destination. Slipping and sliding down the peaks of my breasts. Circling and tapping at the underside where underwire met flesh.

Other men had felt me up before. I’d never enjoyed the experience. They’d all been a series of awkward squeezes and painful pinches.

Not Christopher.

He lifted my right boob and massaged the skin at the crease. I let out a helpless sound and grabbed onto his shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Tell me what you feel?”

Like I wanted to cry. “I feel like I’m falling, because of the circles you’re making with your thumbs.” My voice did not sound like my own. It sounded far away. My words came out choppy. Staccato, like I was speaking over a static radio.

“I won’t let you fall, Mary Katherine.”

I opened my eyes and slammed right into his blue depths. He was wrong. I fell. Right into him.

Christopher allowed me to lay my head against his heart. My heartbeat synched to his as both his palms covered as much of the surface of my breasts as they could manage. They felt like they were swelling in his hands.

When the fleshy part of his hands, the part at the bottom of his thumbs, met with my nipples, I had to press my thighs together.

“Tell me?”

I couldn’t tell him what I was feeling in that moment. It was too embarrassing.

“Tell me, princess? Please?”

I couldn’t resist him. Not with the way he whispered ‘please’ to me. I would’ve given him anything in that moment. And so I told him. “I feel like I have to pee.”

He reared back, away from me. I was left mortified. I let go of his shoulders and tried to push away.

“Please don’t.” His voice was so soft, so full of wonder.

My brain had to be malfunctioning. That couldn’t be right. I’d just told this guy that when he’d touched my breasts, it made me feel like I had to pee. That had to be disgust in his tone, revulsion.

Instead, I saw awe and excitement sparkling in his eyes. He pulled my torso back to his.

“Please?” he asked again. “Tell me.”

I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t look away from the… was that hope in his eyes? What could he possibly be hoping for?

When I didn’t offer any resistance, he took it as acquiescence. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands. Using his thumbs, he began a windshield wiper motion.

The sensation of fullness in my core increased. I pressed my thighs together. When that didn’t relieve me, I squirmed, shifting my weight from foot to foot. I had to get out of here before I truly embarrassed myself.

But Christopher held me firm. “Just breathe, princess.”

Princess? I latched onto the endearment. He’d said he wasn’t a prince. But he kept calling me his princess. With my mind on the fairytale, I let my thighs part and something unexpected happened.

“Tell me?” he said like he knew what was happening inside my body but wanted the vocal confirmation.

“I feel…” There wasn’t enough air in the room. I took a deep breath, but it made matters worse. My breasts felt like they were spilling out the sides of my fitted bra.

“Tell me, princess?” Christopher found both of my nipples through the padding in my bra that seemed threadbare.

“So full,” I whimpered. “I’m so full… down there. I have to go.” But I didn’t make a run for the bathroom. Having to pee never felt this good. It wasn’t the fullness that was overwhelming. It didn’t feel like liquid trying to make its way out of me. It felt like something else trying to make its way inside me.

“It’s spreading,” I panted. “It’s warm. And heavy. And smooth. I can’t stop it.”

He flicked both my nipples with his nails and the fullness burst inside of me. Like fireworks, it spread. It wasn’t gentle. It burned and singed me from the inside out.

I well and truly fell then. But true to his word, Christopher caught me. He brought us down to the pillowed ground. He held me until I caught my breath.

“Was that a…?”

He nodded as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. His fingers were tender as they placed the strand back where it belonged. I closed my eyes and settled into his care.

Now, I saw what all the fuss was about. I understood why sex made people stupid. I would have failed at school, at my career, probably at life if I’d known something so magical could happen with my body.

“I’ve never had a woman come from breast fucking,” he said as he continued to stroke the side of my face. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He’d have the privilege of seeing it night after night when we were married and the baby was snug in her cradle.
 

“Christopher?” Holly’s cheery voice called from behind the closed door. “Do you two need a condom? I moved them from the bottom to the top cabinet.”

“No, Mom, we’re good,” he said. “We’re just masturbating.”

I know! I know! I’m cruel for leaving you hanging at that point. Well, I guess you gotta buy the book now and see what happens next!

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