Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (7 page)

“I’m sorry Em. It’s okay. You just turn me on
so much I can’t help myself.” She walks over and pulls me into her
arms. I hug her back. She smells so nice, like flowers and
cucumber. Our breasts are pressing together. I can feel the heat of
her sexy body through my dress. “Please don’t cry.” She softly
caresses my back ending on my butt and gives it a little
squeeze.

“It’s okay I’m just emotional.” I
whisper.

“I know sweetie pregnancy does that to a
woman.”

I pull back abruptly and look into her eyes.
How did she know! What the hell? Is it that obvious? Am I that fat
already?

“How?” I mutter.

“How did I know? Your belly is slightly
bigger than the last time I saw you and your breasts are swollen
and you’re hormonal.”

“Oh.” I slump. “Do you not want to go out
then?”

She barks a laugh and shakes her head.
“Emily, you could be at the end of your pregnancy and I’d still
want to do what I want to do to you. Pregnant or not I still like
you.” She says and it sounds genuine.

“But… it doesn’t bother you that I’m having
babies?”

She rears her head back her eyes wide open.
“Babies?”

“Yes, twelve weeks with twins right now.” I
shrug with a deep frown.

“Who’s the father if you don’t mind me
asking? Is it Stacy?”

Now I’m the one who barks a laugh and rear
back my head. “Oh dear god, no! I’ve never touched him. They’re
Johnathan’s.”

“As in Johnathan Striker?”

“The one and only.”

“And how does he feel about you and me?” she
asks sweetly, like she might actually care.

“Honestly? He doesn’t know about the babies.
Or you.”

“Oh…”

I cut her off. “Listen Claire. I like you.
But if getting involved with Johnathan Strikers baby’s mama is
going to cause a problem I understand. I won’t be hurt if you say
you don’t want to see me anymore. I don’t know what this is.” I
wave my hand between us. “But I like the way you make me feel
sexually. I’ve barely done the man thing let alone the female. I’m
not what you’d call ‘sexually experienced.’ ” I give her some
over-the-top air quotes. “So I can’t say I’ll know a thing about
what I’m doing. All I can say is I think you’re beautiful and turn
me on. I’ve never looked at women in a sexual way before and I
still don’t to be honest. But I do find you yummy. I know I’m horny
all the time and that’s part of my problem but I can tell you when
I look at other women I don’t get all funny inside and my pussy
doesn’t burn like it does when I think about or look at you.” I
state bluntly and to the point. No bullshit. And I’m surprisingly
not shy about. One up for Em!

Her face lights up. “Babe if all you want
from me is sex, I’m fine with that. If it leads to more then I’m
cool with that too. I don’t mind babies. I
am
a woman; we
are kind of programed to love them. I don’t want to stop seeing
you. But I need you to be honest with me all the time. If there
comes a point you don’t want this you just say the word. I’m not a
youngin anymore so I can take the truth. I might not like it
because I do like you. Like a lot. But I’d rather you say,
when
, than string me along.” She says calm and
collectively.

I sigh and wipe my brow like I have sweat on
it, and smile.

“Phew! I thought I would have to go to the
bathroom and as you so delicately put it and fuck myself.” I laugh
and she does too and it instantly calms the high-level of tension
between us both sexual and emotional.

We’re in Claire’s car and she’s driving.
Stacy was right, her car is awesome. It’s a white Ashton Martin
two-seater sports car. Fast, sleek and sexy just like its driver.
We said good-bye to Stacy and now Claire and I are headed to our
destination wherever that may be.

“So… Where are we headed in this sexy
thing?”

She glances over at me raking me with her
gaze, as he bites that beautiful pouty lip of hers.

“Well, this morning I sort of booked us a
hotel room on the beach in Malibu. Is that okay? I just thought
some fresh air, room service and a big hot tub, would be a good
jumping off point to what I have planned for this evening.”

“And what do you have planned for tonight?” I
wiggle my brows at her and giggle.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If you want to go soft core or hardcore.”
She blurts, her angelic voice fills the air between us like a thick
heady fog.

I gulp hard. “And if I said hard? What does
that consist of and will it hurt the babies?”

“Oh god no! I’m freaky Em, but not that
freaky. I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that I don’t do subtle
in the sex department. I like to take charge and I like to pleasure
you
.” She grips the steering wheel hard like she’s trying to
ground herself.

“What’s the difference from hardcore and soft
core to you? I’m new to all this. You have to understand that.
Also…I know this is none of my business but how often do you do,
this.
”

“This as in take a woman to a hotel? Or as in
screw around?”

“Both.” I let slip out. I must sound like a
demanding ass. I don’t want to be that way.

“If I mess with women Emily it’s usually at
my apartment in downtown LA that I stay in some nights if I don’t
want to go home after work. I don’t take them to hotels or my house
on the beach. As for sex? I have one partner I use weekly. Her
name’s Sabrina, she’s thirty five and we’ve had this arrangement
for that past five years. She’s a pleasure giving sub. She likes to
be dominated by making her pleasure me. In turn I let her fuck
herself, while she does naughty stuff to me. I don’t touch her. And
other partners… occasionally have one every few months and I never
go out with them more than once. I’m like a man that way. I don’t
like to keep the same one around. Except Sabrina because we service
each other’s needs.”

“Wow. You’re honest.” I blurt and mean
it.

I can’t help it. She’s honest and that itself
is a turn on. It doesn’t bother me at all she does other women. I’m
not jealous with her like I am Johnathan. The thought of him with
another woman makes me want to kill her and him. But with Claire, I
get it. I’m a woman and we have needs. I’ve never done friends with
benefits but I understand it if both parties are consensual. Makes
sense to me.

“I have to be if I want to keep you around a
while. As for soft and hardcore. Soft is normal like petting,
kissing, sucking tits, playing with each other, normal vanilla sex.
It’s hot and heavy but it stays in the normal realm. Now hardcore
for me is not as bad as some people are. I don’t do whips and
chains. But as you know I LOVE asses so I include that in
everything I do hardcore wise. I also use other toys that are safe
and won’t hurt you. I get a little dirtier in the things I might
ask you to allow me to do or do to me. But I always let you say no.
I won’t push. Vanilla is fine. As long as I get to touch your body
I don’t care one way or another.” She divulges in a smooth elegant
way.

“Okay.”

I’ve never done anything remotely out of the
vanilla department in my life. I’ve only ever had missionary sex
and I’ve received oral twice now. I’ve gotten well-acquainted with
my own parts because I’ve had to or I’d walk around horny all the
time. But I’ve never done much else. Being with Claire seems like
it might be good for me in that department. It’s safe and she is
gentle and honestly I’d like to say if I ever get lucky enough to
do something with Johnathan again I’d like to have more experience
under my proverbial belt.

I know it might sound bad that I still want
Johnathan but it’s completely different with each of them. And
Johnathan and I might never happen so I can’t be living with the
‘what if’s’ and miss out on Claire who’s right in front of me. I’m
done holding back. If I stick with her I’ll be able to feed my
sexual desires that burn in my panties every single day. It makes
sense to go with the flow.

“We’re here.” She says pulling up to a large
hotel right on the beach. It’s modern Mediterranean style with tan
stucco.

“This is lovely and too much.”

“Well I couldn’t take you to some cheap Motel
Six. And trust me it’s within my price range.” She smiles, her blue
eyes light up. She’s beautiful. I can’t believe she likes me. What
for? I have no idea. But I can’t say I’m complaining.

We get out and go inside. She doesn’t even
need to check in and they slide her over our room key.

We arrive at our room, it’s on the second
floor. She slides in the key and opens the door right up. Oh my
god! It’s perfect and she’s already had it fully stocked with food
and it has a view of the ocean from the bed, and a balcony. How
lovely! I can’t believe she went to all this trouble just to have
sex with me. We could have just stayed at Stacy’s and done that. I
sure as hell wanted it badly enough.

“This is too much.” I scan the room. “Way too
much!”

She comes up behind me and wraps her lovingly
arms around my waist pressing her breasts hard against my back.
Tucking my hair over my opposite shoulder she nuzzles her nose into
the crook of my neck.

“Honey, this is not too much. If anything
it’s not enough. You’re beautiful Emily and you should be treated
like a princess.” She whispers, sensually trailing soft kisses
along my shoulder and up my neck. She feels so nice.

I exhale and tilt my head back against
her.

“You’re the beautiful one I thought we
already went over this. And you should be treated like a queen not
me.” I whisper back with a long sigh. Her lips are soft and
delicious on my skin. A fire ignites in my stomach that dips down
and pools in my panties.

She turns me around to face her. Wraps me up
in her arms and grabs both of my ass cheeks in her hands.

“Look at me Emily.” She demands.

I do and I dive into the beautiful blue in
her eyes. Her irises like a black hole swallowing me up.

“You are not to question me. Not in here. At
work you can. But in here it’s my job to make you know that I want
you
. I am the one who is to court you and treat you nice and
spoil you.”

She lets go of my butt cheeks and pulls a
little pink velvet baggy out of her pocket.

“This is what I want you to have. Give me
your palm.”

I offer my palm and she dumps a beautiful
white gold anklet into my hand that has a little tiny dolphin charm
on it. I close my hand around it and close my eyes. This is too
much. This woman could have a lesbian who wants to marry her and be
with her all her days. But she chooses me, the fucking head case
that’s pregnant with twins. Why? I don’t get it.

“Why are you so nice to me?” I mutter.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know
the answer to.” She says smoothly. Then she reaches up cupping my
chin in her hand and pressing her lips to mine. Her lips are soft
and smooth and slick with gloss. I groan pressing my body into
hers, wrapping my arms around her sexy neck. I open my mouth
slightly and she gently laps her sweet tongue into my awaiting
hole. I’m already shaking in her arms. I can’t help but be nervous.
Butterflies are breakdancing in my belly as she laps her tongue
with mine and my clit jumps, pleading to be touched. I tangle my
fingers in her soft brown hair and swirl my tongue fervently with
hers. My pulse is pounding and my knees are weak with urgent lust.
I need her now.

She walks me slowly backward toward the bed,
holding me. Her hands firmly planted on my ass. My legs hit the
edge and she pushes me down to sit and her eyes burn into me like
hot molten lava, lust flowing from her every pore. I’m so hot for
her! She’s sexy and I just want to be touched, to be loved, to be
cared for. I need this life like I’ve never needed anything in my
life before. I want her skin on mine.

“Emily.” She breathes out my name
hoarsely.

“Yes.” I barely make out. I’m panting with
lust and shaking with desire. For her!

“I need to know what you want me to do. I
can’t wait any longer I need to know now.” She demands her voice
soft and angelic with hunger filled necessity.

“Do whatever you want I don’t care. Just do
it now! Before I die from orgasm deprivation, I can’t take it
anymore. If it gets to be too much I’ll tell you just do me now.
Please
.” I beg with hot heaving breaths. My chest is rising
and falling hard, my skin hot and flush.

She glances at me licks her lips and starts
peeling off her clothes fast. I tug off my dress, unclasp my bra
and throw my panties on the ground. I want to get down to business
I can’t take it anymore.

Once we’re both naked she tackles me to the
bed and straddles my hips paying attention not to sit where the
babies are.

Her pussy is hovering just above mine and I
can feel the heat sparking between our needy cores.

“God you’re beautiful.” She breathes running
her hands down my body tugging on my nipples. They’re tender but it
feels so good. I arch my back off the bed desperate for her
touch.

“Do you want more?” She asks seductively and
I can feel my juices trickling onto the bed between my legs.

I nod rapidly.

“You know how this works sweetheart. I ask
you a question and you tell me what I want to hear.” She demands.
Cue the fierier burning in my core! I love when she’s like this.
It’s hot and sexually raw.

“I want you to play with me.” I plead, pure
neediness saturating my words.

“I want to play with you too babe, but you
need to tell me what you want.” She purrs twisting my nipples with
her fingers.

“Oh! God! More of that!” I wiggle underneath
her my clit is pounding so much it hurts.

“More of what sweetheart? This?” she twists
my nipples harder this time. I come off the bed and slam back down
moaning and writhing in pleasure. I never knew that little pain
could make me so much needier and desperate to come. But I’m on
fire.