Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) (13 page)

“I just want to be with you,” I whimper as my body shakes with an all-consuming desire for him.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear and my heart explodes with happiness.

“I love you too. Now can you please get inside of me?” I moan, my hand squeezing the fleshy corded muscle of his leg just above his knee.

“In the bathroom?” His tone is less sexy now.

I look around, completely forgetting we are sitting on the floor of the bathroom. I can’t believe he took my mind that easily off my feelings of pain. And moved them into a hot lust filled state. He’s good. Real good.

“Oh sorry,” I giggle. “I guess I kind of forgot where we are.”

He nibbles my neck and I nearly climax. “Oh Papa Bear we can’t make love in here. But can you please make me come,” I beg in a whisper.

“Anything for you.” His hand slides under the babies onto my mound that’s eagerly awaiting his touch under my dress. In small circles he entices my little bud. “I’ll do this from outside the panties so you don’t have to move.” He laps my neck with his velvety tongue.

“Oh yes.” I moan softly. His finger plucks my nipple and I nearly come undone.

Slowly he encircles my clit and loves my nipple with constant pressure. “Come for me.”

“I’m so close.” I hump into his hand and can feel his large boner on my back. He’s turned on just touching me. Oh yes…. He pinches my clit… oh fuck I’m close… yes… oh yes… he pinches my nipple and I arch my back into him and bite my lip. Screaming under my breath as I come apart in his arms. My body shudders and jerks and he keeps pinching my clit. Oh shit. His mouth sucks hard onto my neck and he keeps the onslaught of pleasure pulsating through my veins. “Come again,” he orders deeply. Oh, I love when I’m bossed around.

His sucking becomes intense and I can’t breathe. My lungs breathe shallow wanton breaths and I can feel another orgasm coming. Oh shit!

“That’s right Mama,” He coaxes in his deep sultry voice. I bow my back into him and hold his hand to my nipple egging him to pinch me harder and he does. I slap my hand over my mouth and press into his chest, exploding into a million little pieces. All the lights turn out as my eyes roll into the back of my head and I wiggle like a fish out of water. Oh fuck! I hump into his hand as it clamps onto my clit and I scream under my breath. Oh my god. Fuck… oh fuck… I can’t stop jerking.

“It’s okay baby.” He breaks the erotic suction on my neck and releases my nipple but still cups my breast lovingly in his hand. Fondling its soft tissue through my dress. The pressure on my clit remains and I can feel my heartbeat thumping between my legs. I’m soaking wet. I’m going to have to change my panties.

“Thank you,” I pant.

He kisses my neck and squeezes my clit again. “Anything for you.”

“How…Are…You…So…Perfect?” I manage out between long drawn breaths, my hands fidgeting and my legs still twitching in my intense post climatic state.

“I’m not perfect but it’s my job to take care of you and if that means making taking advantage of your need to come all the time so you can stop thinking about your heart then so be it.”

I smile and sigh. “See, that’s why you are perfect. Thank you. That was amazing. Do you want some help?” I wiggle my butt against his erection.

A barking chuckle erupts from his mouth. “No. I told you I like the throbbing. Eventually you’ll believe me.”

“You don’t want to orgasm?” I ask, confused. What kind of man doesn’t want to stroke his cock to completion when he’s turned on? This is strange.

“I’m a man, of course I do. But I love the way the throbbing feels. Knowing I just made you come in my hand twice.” He pinches my clit again and I jump. “See, that’s what makes me feel good. I’d rather want to burst all day knowing that I made you feel that good than have an orgasm and break the feeling. It’s like a reminder of pleasuring you.” He stuffs his face into my hair and inhales. “I love pleasuring you.” He kisses my curls. “You mean a lot to me.”

I cup his hand that’s still on my mound, holding him there. “I love that you pleasure me my Papa Bear. I wish we could spend days doing it. I just want to help you out too.”

He sighs. “You are
,
sweetheart. By allowing him to throb and ache.”

“You’re weird
,
” I state
,
still not believing what I am hearing. Sure he’s explained it a few times. But I thought he was just being polite. Apparently not.

“That may be so. But if you’d went a lot of years keeping your sexual urges down to zilch, you’d savor the aching.”

I nod. I know I can’t understand his reasons but I respect them if anything. Plus, I know I will get my chance to make him come again, soon. I want his hot seed in my mouth. It’s delicious.

We get off the floor together. Well, he helps me so I can actually stand after such an intense set of orgasms. I check myself in the mirror and fix my hair, smooth down the sides of my dress and wash my face. I have that post sex appearance and I can’t allow Stacy to know about James and I. I realize he suspects something. But there’s a huge difference between knowing and not. I’m going to keep him in the dark with this one. Best friend or not. I can’t have James fired even if he doesn’t need this job. I need him and I’m not giving him up no matter what. Come hell or high water
,
I will fight to keep him in my life until the day I die.

***

“Feel better?” Stacy produces a half smile.

“Fine now.” I smile back. I want to jump up and down because I feel that great after being sated. But I can feel the weight of Claire’s response weighing heavily on my shoulders. At least I had a small distraction. That helped ground me, if even for a moment.

I rejoin the rest of the men on the couch and James takes up the corner opposite of me still in his workout clothes. Crossing his leg over the other, my guess is to conceal his hard-on.

“I’ll read you the text
,
” Stacy offers, pulling my phone from his pocket. I nod.

“Claire said, I’m sorry I broke your heart that was not my intention. You’re a smart woman if you think I’ve met someone. I guess I have in a sense. I don’t know where it’s going to go. We just met, but I think I am in love. I don’t want to hurt you but my duty is to my heart. I know we would never end up together and that killed me day after day. I never complained but my feelings were growing exponentially and I needed the break. It’s brought a lot into perspective for me. This woman is my age and we are both lesbians. I don’t know how else to say I’m sorry. I wish I could have done this better. But I felt like if I was talking to you like I always do I would be leading you on. As well as hurting the woman I’m falling for. I hope we can be friends and I wish you the best of luck
,
” Stacy reads.

I puff out my chest and take it like a man. I’m not going to cry anymore over this. I’m not going to be in pain. I’m going to suck it up and I’m going to accept that a woman I cared for is finally falling for a woman she deserves. As long as that woman takes care of her needs
,
that’s all I can hope for. I can’t be selfish, even if I want to. And I guess it’s better for her to end this then me. I know it was inevitable like she said. But I guess it doesn’t stink any less knowing that the last time we were together would be the very last. That’s the bitter end of it all.

“Text her back and tell her I’m happy for her. Tell her that I hope his woman treats her well and that they live a happy life. And that I would love to still be friends.”

Stacy’s mouth drops open. “That’s it? You want to tell her it’s okay?”

“Yep. Everyone in this room knows that this would have ended sooner or later. I guess it’s just sooner rather than later. I’m not going to lie and say it doesn’t break my heart. But it would have regardless. I’m just glad she found someone that she can be happy with.”

Stacy texts her back and we spend the rest of the day watching more holiday movies on Lifetime and I cook a broccoli, chicken, rice and cheese casserole for dinner. I’m in love with this kitchen.

The rest of the week Stacy and Kyle stayed with us was filled with so much fun. I tried not to stress about the Claire situation. We even texted a few more times. My heart is slowly mending, with the help of my best friends. James and I have done some rather tantalizing things this past week in the bedroom. I’ve given him head once again. Devouring the come he shot into the back of my throat. It’s seriously addicting. And every day he’s been more than eager to pleasure me into multiple toe curling orgasms that make me want to scream his name and shout that he’s an oral sex god to the world. I don’t have a lot of experience with oral stimulation because only two people besides James has ever gotten me off that way. But he’s better than Johnathan and Claire combined. He takes his time and pushes me to the edge, in a neediness that’s all consuming. Then just when I think I can’t take it anymore he nips the climactic edge and I explode, squirting into his mouth. He’s never penetrated me with anything more than his tongue. Do I want him to finger me? Yes. But he won’t. Eventually, I hope to have those inside of me too.

Stacy and Kyle left last night, after we all ate dinner at this cute little rustic restaurant in town. It was a steakhouse and was the first time I had left the cabin since Stacy and Kyle’s arrival. The steak was amazing and even more so when James snuck in little caring knee squeezes under the table throughout the night. I thought he was amazing before our new found; whatever this is. But now he’s blown me out of the water with his overabundance of sweetness. Plus, I can’t believe I’ve gone an entire week without paparazzi stalking us or a new photo of me ending up on the internet. I was concerned when the news broke about me going on a vacation with my bodyguard they’d blow it into a lover’s getaway. Then
,
of course
,
James would be thrown into the crossfire of tabloid mischief. I don’t ever want that for him.

I can honestly say we did absolutely nothing when Stacy was here except relax. No more walks, because James refused to let his pregnant lady leave his sight. I read two books, Kyle and Stace had so much sex. I don’t know exactly how much, but I’d rather not. We played Monopoly twice and James won both times. Evidently, Kyle is a very sore loser. The trash talking between the two manly men was enough to make me gag on the testosterone filled air. Stace is definitely the girl in his relationship with Kyle. Fem all the way. Which I guess is part of the reason him and I have gotten along so well for the past ten years. Minus that little stint a few months ago when I cut him out of my life for about a week.

“Good morning beautiful.” James leans over and kisses my lips.

I smile wide and stretch my arms high into the air. This is our first day of six that we get to be alone in this cabin. Just the two of us and lots of talks to be had and sex if I get lucky. I can only hope. Fingers crossed.

“Morning
,
handsome.” I grab his arm and pull him over to me. “Kiss me again.”

He listens and lingers his lips just above mine for a few agonizing moments. My pulse races at the anticipation of his tongue tangling with mine. I purr in my throat at the thought. “You’re
—
”

He smashes his lips to mine
,
leaving me breathless. Oh James! I run my fingers through his hair and hold him to my mouth opening for his velvet invasion. Jetting his tongue into my hole I groan accepting him, grinding my thighs together with the need for him to touch me. I’m on fire. My core screaming for him to mark me. The sweet symphony of our tongues sings in my veins and my heart soars. I love kissing this man. I groan with the lust of a hundred women as he sucks my tongue with sweet loving pulls and I tug on his hair, air filling my lungs in short bursts. I can’t breathe. Oh god I love this.

He pulls away with a bright smile, his eyes locked into mine with a deep feral intent. I bite my lip, wanting more.

“My pregnant lady wants loving.” His hand inches its way down my stomach over my boy shorts, between my legs and onto my wet trembling core.

“I want you to make love to me
,
” I moan, arching my back at the soft contact on my mound. I can feel his sensual heat searing through my panties.

Nuzzling my neck he trails perfect soft kisses up and across my jawline.

“I’m not making love to you today.” His teeth nip my chin and I moan loudly for the first time in days. I hated not being able to scream or moan loud because of Stacy hearing.

“Please
,
” I beg and grab his hand holding him to my sex. “I want more than that touching me.”

“We have a lot to talk about
,
Mama Bear
,
before that
,
”
he
purrs sensually into my ear, nibbling ever so slightly on my lobe.

“Oh god. You make me feel so good.” I tug him closer to me.

“No you make me feel so good sweetheart.” His body shifts and a solid cock is pressed against my hip. Ummm… I love that cock.

A jolt jumps in my belly and I break out of horny mode. Oh my god! I think the babies just kicked and I felt it! Oh my god!