Steel & Ice (16 page)

“
Hop on my back.” I hopped
on. No need to convince me to press my body up against
his.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and I
pulled on a strand of J’s hair. “Were you afraid I’d fall?”

J smirked at me. “Never can be too careful.”
I looked back up at the steep stairs. Yeah, it was highly probable
I wouldn’t have made it down those stairs.

We headed toward the DJ box and J went to
say something to Rock. I’d requested a million songs, but never
knew his name. How did J know and not me?

I was deep in thought about J, Eight Oh
Eight, and Checks, when Chris broke from Cup Booty and came over to
me. “You goin’ home with him?”

I smiled and she knew my answer. “You?” I
asked and nodded to Cup Booty. She grinned a devilish grin and that
was all the answer I needed. I put my hand up for a high five and
Chris smacked my hand as hard as she could. We burst into laughter,
partly because we were both wasted, and partly because we were both
about to get laid. A tear slipped out of my eye as I tried to reign
in my laughter.

Luckily, J came and broke up our laugh fest
and kept us from making fools of ourselves. Chris walked back to
Cup Booty. No, Chris swaggered back to Cup Booty.

“
Two songs?” J asked. “And
then we go?” I nodded, as Miguel’s Do You Like Drugs came on. J
pulled me against his chest and I put my arms around his neck. My
heels made me tall enough that his hands were perfectly positioned
to grip my ass and grind into me. From the way he rubbed the bulge
in his pants against me, I could tell he planned to do me like
drugs later on. Just as Maxwell and Alicia Keys’ Fire We Make came
on, J spun me around so my back was to his front. I turned my head
and looked up at him, beaming. I pulled him down so I could whisper
in his ear. “I love this song.”

“
I imagined so.”

“
How do you do
it?”

“
Do what?” he asked,
perplexed.

“
Know what I want, whether
it’s songs or mind blowing orgasms?”

He just smiled and leaned down to plant a
gentle kiss on my lips. “No starfish in the morning this time,” he
murmured in my ear, putting his hands on my hips to pull me back
against his. “I want to fall asleep wrapped around your body and
wake up the same way.” I grabbed his hands and wrapped them around
me, silently telling him I wasn’t going anywhere.

Our bodies were flush
against one another, moving to the rhythm Maxwell and Alicia Keys
provided us. I closed my eyes and for a moment it was just J and me
on the dance floor moving to the beat. I got lost in my head a bit.
He’d heard my starfish when I left that morning. He didn’t blow my
phone up all week. He didn’t box me into a corner, which would have
forced me to push him away. He gave me space. He played it
perfectly, but I didn’t think he was playing. This wasn’t a game to
him, which seemed unfathomable to me. To top it off, he just made
me come on his fingers and his face less than half an hour ago.
Dancing to one of my favorite songs with his heat pressed against
me, I thought,
yeah he must be some kind
of god.

Chris and I parted ways at the door,
whispering to each other to give play by play details the following
day. I offered her use of my apartment as it was closer than hers.
I didn’t really want her driving across town. Chris knew how to
handle her liquor, but still… “Devon lives in those apartments two
blocks down.” Devon Devon Devon. That was his name. Eh, I’d forget
by morning.

“
Nice.” We hugged and went
our separate ways for the first time. She’d dropped me off, and
then met up with a guy after the club. She’d taken me home, and
fucked a guy on my couch after the club. We’d never both left with
guys after the club.

“
I love you,
bitch.”

“
I love you too, Chris.” I
couldn’t seem to stop the shit eating grin on my face as I followed
J to his Suburban.

It seemed like we were only in the car for a
few seconds when we pulled into his driveway. I knew it took longer
than a few minutes to arrive at his drive way, but I was pretty
drunk on vodka and J. Without speaking, J came around to my side of
the car and lifted me out. He grabbed my hand and for the second
time that night I felt giddy. He led me into the house and up the
stairs into his bedroom. I plopped down on his giant bed and laid
back. Oh no! The room began to spin. I sat up and heard J start the
shower.

He came back into the room and started
undressing in front of me. His strip show managed to keep the spins
at bay. I couldn’t help raking my eyes up and down his body. He had
long toes, strong thighs, rock hard abs, broad shoulders. When my
eyes finally reached his face, I saw his dark, hungry eyes staring
back at me. He slipped off his boxers, and I saw his abs weren’t
the only rock hard part of him.

“
Like what you see?” he
asked, wearing his own shit eating grin. I looked up from his
erection to his eyes, and realized I too was grinning. Damn, caught
staring!

Instead of telling him, I decided to show
him. Getting off the bed, I kicked my heels off and suddenly he was
four inches taller. I shed my jeans and my tank until I was just in
my bra and panties. Kneeling before him, I looked up into his eyes.
They were dark pools of blackness again. Running my tongue over the
length of his cock and around the tip, I watched his lids close as
a slow moan erupted from his mouth. He was too big to take all of
him into my mouth, so I slid my hand up and down the base, while
taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I started slowly,
and sped up gradually. The faster I went, the more I was rewarded
with his moaning and incoherent words.

He growled, and grabbed me under my arms,
pulling me up, moving us towards the shower. I dropped my panties
and bra on the way. He grabbed my ass and picked me up, slamming
his mouth against mine as we hit the shower, hot water raining down
on our already enflamed bodies. I clenched my legs around him and
grabbed fist-fulls of his gorgeous black hair in order to hold him
close to me with as much skin to skin contact as possible.

“
Fuck Elle, I want to feel
you wrapped around me,” he rasped as he plunged his erect cock into
me.

“
Oh god yes. Fuck yes! Fuck
me, J.” He pumped in and out of me, alternating between slow and
fast, deep and shallow plunges. Sometimes practically pulling out
until just the tip sat at my entrance before pushing back in and
burying himself to the hilt. Time seemed to stand still, yet move
in slow motion as I savored the feeling of him inside me. He was
stretching me to my limit, and it felt so good. Although I felt
myself clenching around him, my orgasm building, I wished we could
do this forever, until the end of time. I was wet and slick and his
cock felt so fucking good moving in and out of me. It’s like his
cock was made for me, as I could feel it pounding my G spot over
and over and over. As my walls vice gripped around him, I felt like
I was about to have an orgasm off penetration alone for the first
time ever.

J pulled back and looked me in the eye while
still sliding in and out of me. “I wanna feel you come around my
cock and then I’ll pull out. But I have to feel you come, Elle.
You’ve denied me all week. Please,” he begged. That’s all it took
and I could no longer keep my eyes open. The fireworks erupted as
did I. I had barely come to my senses when I felt him pull out. I
tightened my legs around him, and he pushed me harder into the wall
as one of his hands let go of my ass. He shoved his free hand
against the wall to steady himself. I wrapped my hand around his
cock, helping him milk every ounce of cum he had onto my stomach.
“Aw fuck, Elle. My Elle. Fuck, you’re really my Elle,” he groaned,
seeing his seed all over me.

Both panting, J reached over and turned the
water to luke warm. He slowly let go of my legs and leaned down to
lay his forehead against mine. It felt like I was on fire and every
place his skin touched mine was burning. J stepped back into the
stream of water and I watched it stream down the planes of his
chest. He inched back, silently inviting me to join him under the
water. As I moved forward we both watched his cum slip down my body
and into the drain.

“
You’re so beautiful.” I
looked up from the drain to see J staring down at me, his eyes now
soft and sated. I buried my face in his chest, still coming down
from the intensity of what just happened. My eyes were closed when
I felt hands massaging shampoo into my scalp. “Mmmm that feels
good.”

J turned us around so I could lay my head
back into the stream of water. He watched the suds slide down my
body with a look of adoration in his eyes. I grabbed the soap and
washed the makeup off my face. Standing there with no makeup, hair
plastered to my head, J’s eyes on me, I felt more naked than I ever
had before. I walked over to J and put my hands around his neck,
pulling him down for a kiss. I gently pressed my lips against his.
“You make me feel beautiful.”

J stepped out of the shower first and handed
me a towel. I dried my body and then wrapped my hair up in it. “Are
you OK?”

“
Huh?” I asked, unsure what
he is referring to.

“
This is intense, what we
have. You feel it don’t you?”

“
Yeah. I feel it,” I
replied, looking down at the black and gold tiles on the
floor.

J placed a finger under my chin and lifted
my eyes to his. “I feel like you are a deer that’s going to bolt
any minute. I don’t know what this is between us, but I want to
find out. You’re in my thoughts first thing in the morning, until I
close my eyes at night. I’ll give you space. I’ll avoid the
starfish. But please, don’t bolt. Don’t bail on me again.” There
was pain in his eyes that made my heart stop. I was so caught up in
my own head that I never thought what was going on in his all week.
I assumed, like most guys, he forgot about me and moved on to the
next open pair of legs. The realization that he didn’t do that, he
didn’t call me but that he also didn’t stop thinking about me, hit
me like a freight train. This guy was different.

Since getting my own place, I didn’t sleep
around with random guys. I ‘d woken up next to a guy I had been
talking to for a few days or weeks, looked over at him, and
realized it was time to move on. Other times, the newness of a guy
wore off, and his true self started to show. More often than not, I
wasn’t feeling his true self and made my exit. Some guys took the
hint, but not many. They would blow my phone up for days, weeks
sometimes.

I never understood it. If I called a guy and
he didn’t pick up, I didn’t call again. He’d see the caller ID and
call me back if he wanted to. If he didn’t, I assumed he wasn’t
into me. Why didn’t guys get the message? Why did they call ten
times in one hour? Sometimes I would be blunt and tell them I
wasn’t feeling it anymore, but then I was a bitch. The truth always
made me a bitch.

J handled himself in a manner that mystified
me. He didn’t call twenty times a day, but he also didn’t fall into
the bed of another woman. He thought about me? He thought about me.
For a week? I was a deer! And he didn’t make any sudden movements,
knowing I would run. Damn, this dude was killing me with his
awesomeness.

I looked up at him and smiled. “Sausage, not
bacon. I don’t like bacon. And waffles if you got ‘em.” Pulling him
down to me I whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. Let’s go to bed.
You thoroughly wore me out.”

“
Mmmm. That was the plan,”
he replied, unable to hold back his grin. We crawled into his giant
bed. A shower was perfect after a sweaty night of dancing. Again,
he knew exactly what I needed.

J lay on his side and pulled me to his
chest. He wrapped his leg over my hip and I threaded mine through
his creating a human pretzel with all four of our long legs. He
rubbed random shapes on the naked flesh of my back. “What you did
on the desk and in the shower felt amazing. But this, this feels
really good too.” I burrowed deeper into his chest, averting my
eyes from his. “It scares me.”

“
I know it does. I told you
I would never hurt you and I meant it. I feel like I’ve waited my
whole life for you, and I didn’t even know I was waiting. Since I
saw you in Checks that first night, you’ve had me. I’m yours. You
can break me, Elle.” I let his words sink in. I could break this
mammoth of a man? I’d spent hours in my head trying to figure out
what the hell I was doing with J, and telling myself I was going to
end up hurt and broken. I never even gave a minute of my thoughts
to the possibility of breaking him. He seemed so…
unbreakable.

“
Good night J,” I said,
leaning up and kissing his jaw. “I’ll see you in the
morning.”

I could feel his smile against my forehead
when he replied, “In the morning, Elle.” We both drifted off to
sleep, limbs entwined and with silly grins on our faces.

Chapter
8

Waking up next to someone and being happy
about it is surreal. Usually when I woke up next to someone, I
instantly regretted it. This was different. I didn’t feel used or
dirty. I felt protected and valued. I pinched myself. Nope, not
dreaming. Unless I just pinched myself in my dream. I pinched
J.

“
Ow! What the fuck?” J said,
rubbing his eyes as he stirred in my arms. “Why did you pinch me?
And what’s up with the silly grin?” he asked, propping himself up
on one elbow.

“
Needed to make sure I
wasn’t dreaming.” I’m pretty sure I said that with the silly grin
still plastered across my face.