Unbearable (Undescribable) (38 page)

Once I unzip his pants, I pull his dick through and
start running my hand up and down his shaft. I crawl onto the bed and straddle
him. Leaning down, I place my lips on his as I feel him start to harden in my
hand.

Very slowly, I glide my tongue across his lips. “You
going to wake up for me, baby?” I whisper.

I smile when he lifts his hips to meet my hand. I glance
down to where I am stoking him, and then back up to find his baby blue eyes
open and staring at me. “There you are.”

He places his hands on my hips. “Here I am. What
are you going to do with me?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m going to give you your last present.” I get up
off of him and stand next to the bed. I undo my bra and throw it across the
room as he sits up, placing his feet on the floor.

He spreads his legs and allows me to step in
between them. I go down to my knees and take him into my hand. He grabs my
wrists and pulls it away. His other hand cups my face. I look up at him
frowning.

“This reminds me of the first time I brought you
back to this house,” he says, staring down at me.

“Is that a good thing?” I ask, confused.

“It’s a great thing.” He smiles. “It took
everything I had to not fuck you.” He tightens his hand around my wrist.

“Why didn’t you?” I shift on my knees due to the
throbbing between my legs for him.

“Because I knew then that I wanted more and that
you would be worth the wait.” He lets go of my wrist and places his hand on the
other side of my face.

I smile as I run my hands over his thighs. “Well,
now we
are
more and we are past the waiting period,” I tease.

“You’re right. We are.” He pulls me toward him.
“Even before I had you I wanted you more than I could explain. And now that
I’ve had you….” His eyes leave mine and make their way slowly down my body and
then back up to mine. “I can’t get enough.”

“Neither can I.” With that being said, I wet my
lips and lower my mouth over his massive erection. He slides his hands into my
hair and gathers it at the back of my head.

“Do I need to tell you how I want it?” His voice is
low and throaty.

“No,” I answer, placing my hands behind my back,
knowing he wants the control.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

He brings my head down and I open up my mouth for
him. He gently pulls my head back and then pushes it down slowly. I want to
feel him all the way to the back of my throat. I want to hear those wonderful
noises he makes when I’m taking all of him.

He releases a long breath and his grip loosens at the
nape of my neck. With his hand now relaxed I can take control. I speed up and
vigorously suck, taking him in deeper and deeper each time I lower my head,
until I feel him in the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair,
pulling my head back, my gaze landing on his. “What’s the rush?”

I take in a breath and lick my lips again.

He tilts his head to the side when I don’t answer.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, Angel?”

I feel my heart beat against my chest. The way he
said that makes me feel dirty and I like it.

“You want it rough tonight?”

I continue to stare up at him, his hands in my hair,
and mine behind my back. The throbbing between my legs is intensifying with
every word he speaks.

“Like the night I fucked your mouth in the garage?”

My body starts to tremble. “I know you loved it.”

I start to pant and try closing my knees. “Answer
me,” he demands, gripping my hair tighter still.

I whimper and my hands come around, grabbing a hold
of his knees.

He smirks, letting go of my hair, and my head falls,
looking down to the floor at his release. I suck in a deep breath as I let my
hands fall to my sides. He gets up and I hear him walk around as I close my
eyes and try to calm my body. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. The need it
feels has never been this strong. I could get up and lie on the bed, but I
don’t want to. I want to wait for his command. I want him to do whatever he
wants with me. If he wants me to get up and lie down then he will say so.

I open my eyes and stare at the floor as I hear him
come stand behind me.

I hear the clanking of metal and know instantly
that he has the handcuffs in his hands.

A big smile forms on my face.

Before he can even tell me to, I place my hands
behind my back. He places the handcuffs around them. I hiss in a breath when he
makes it tighter than normal.

“You said you liked how tight it was the last time when
it left marks,” he states in a serious voice.

“I did,” I answer without hesitation.

I wait for him to say something or walk around to
sit back down in front of me but he doesn’t.

I look up when I see his hands come down in front
of me. Before I can see what is in his hands, everything goes black.

“Slade?” I say, shifting on my knees.

He tightens whatever is around my eyes behind my
head. “I only want you to be able to feel tonight, Angel,” he whispers in my
ear.

I whimper, nodding my head. He has never
blindfolded me before, but I’m up for trying anything with him.

I hear the bed creak as he sits down on the mattress.
I continue to sit on my knees, waiting for him to guide me, but instead I hear
a popping sound as if he opened a container of some sort. Then I hear him rub
his hands together.

I take in a deep breath when he places a now slick hand
on the back of my neck. I open up, thinking he’s going to give me a little bit
of him at a time.

As soon as his dick enters my mouth I taste peppermint,
before he pushes my head all the way down. My mouth slides up and down easily
as he guides it with his hand on the back of my neck. I swallow, over and over,
as he dominates my mouth.

He threads the fingers of his other hand through my
hair, and then tightens both fists as he draws back and thrusts forward.

“Shit,” he hisses.

I can’t take it anymore. I pull my head back,
breathing heavy. “Slade, I need you.” I hate not being able to see his face,
his expressions.

“Need me to do what, Angel?” His deep voice has my
already needy body on fire.

I clench my jaw at his words. “To bend me over and
fuck me,” I demand. I need him to ease the ache between my legs.

He rubs a thumb over my parted lips. “You have such
a dirty mouth.”

“Please?” I plead as my body shakes.

“Whatever my Angel needs.”

I pull my head back when his breath hits my face.
He must have moved onto the floor in front of me.

I let out a moan of pleasure when I feel two fingers
run up and down my folds before they enter me. “Fuck, Angel. You weren’t joking,”
he growls.

I shake my head, already panting. I cry out when he
pinches a nipple. “You going to come for me, baby?” he mumbles against my lips.

“Yes,” I pant, balling my hands into fists behind
my back and feeling my body start to tighten.

“Fuck, I love to hear you come.” His forceful
fingers and words send me over the edge. I throw my head back and cry out at
the orgasm that takes over my body.

I don’t know how long it lasts. All I know is when
I realize it’s over, I have my head lying against his chest as I pant and my
body shakes. I open my eyes and realize he removed the blindfold. I then feel
his hands rubbing my wrists as they rest in his lap.

I pull back from him and blink a few times. “You
okay?” he asks. “I’m pretty sure they heard you from a mile away.”

I close my eyes and fall forward, letting my body
rest against his. “I think so.”

He gives a little chuckle. Obviously, he is not worried
about the little blackout that I seemed to have experienced.

He lifts me up off the floor and lays me in bed. I
cuddle up next to him when a thought hits me. “What about you?”

He runs a hand up and down my bare back. “Tonight
was all about you, Angel.”

Even though tonight was his birthday, I am too
exhausted to argue with that statement.

The week seems to go by in a
blur. I spend every waking moment going through all the boxes, and I’m thankful
to have the friends that I have to help me. The girls have been over every
second that they get, helping me sort through everything and find a place for
it. I have hung all of my mother’s clothes in the spare bedroom closet but
still have not found their wedding rings.

“Where could they be?” I wonder aloud, placing my
hands on my hips while looking around the room. Holly, Missy, and Courtney are
all sitting on the bed.

“They must be at you mother’s house,” Holly says
frowning. “We did pack up everything very quickly.”

I turn my back to them and let myself fall onto the
bed. “I guess I can go back and go through the house again,” I say, staring up at
the ceiling.

“I’ll go back to T-town with you,” Courtney says
excitedly. “I’ve been wanting to go back and see my mother.”

“Okay,” I agree, turning around so that I’m on my
stomach facing them. “I will talk to Slade and see what he has to say about me
going next weekend.”

“You have to ask permission?” Courtney asks,
crossing her arms over her chest with a smile.

“No,” I respond, defensively. “I have just left
several times without even telling him where I’m going, and I would have been
pissed if he would have done that. So, I will see if he has anything planned.
Maybe he will want to go.”

“Oh.” She closes her eyes for a second. “Speaking
of plans, I already have plans next Saturday, so I can’t go with you.”

“What do you have planned?” Missy asks.

Courtney looks at all of us. “Thursday is
Thanksgiving. Josh’s dad is going out of town to visit his sister and her
family. So Josh said we would spend the weekend with him to celebrate it.”

“Why doesn’t Josh want to go with his dad to see
his aunt?” I frown.

She shakes her head. “He wouldn’t tell me why. Just
that he didn’t want to go and I left it at that. So, we are going to spend it
with the Long family.”

“Why don’t you go and see your mom?” Holly asks.

“She has a new boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes.
“Guess she is going down to Texas with him to see his family.”

It doesn’t matter how much her mother hates them,
she still likes to have herself a man. Courtney’s mother has always been that
way. Then she falls in love quickly and they end up running from her. But the
only person who matters is whatever man is in her life at the moment.

“What about you guys?” I ask turning to Holly.

“We are going to the Longs’ for the day and then my
family is having theirs that evening,” she replies happily.

“You?” I look to Missy.

“Everyone goes to my parents’ house. I invited Tate
but he turned me down,” she replies quietly.

Courtney bumps her shoulder into her. “I’m sure if
you put on edible panties and send him a picture titled ‘what you can have for
dessert’ he would definitely come over.”

Missy looks down at the comforter with red cheeks.
I narrow my eyes at Courtney and she shrugs. “What? I’m sure he would come over
for that. Who doesn’t like dessert?”

“She does not need sex advice from you Courtney,” I
say with a laugh.

“Why not? Mine would be better than you or Holly.”

Holly rolls her eyes. “Yeah, because you’ve slept
with more men than me and Sam combined.”

Courtney gives us a big smile. “First of all, Sam
has only slept with two guys. I don’t know how many you have slept with.” She
looks at Holly “And second, I can’t help it if I matured faster than you guys.”

“Anyways,” I say getting back on track. “Why did
Tate decline? Is he going to Alaska to see his mother?”

She shakes her head. “Not that I know of. Does he
ever say anything to you about her?”

I shake my head no. “Well, he mentioned that he
goes and sees her often. But other than that, no. Why?”

“He never brings her up. I don’t even think he
talks to her.”

Hmm. I’ll have to ask him about that.

“What’s going on in here?” I turn my head to look
over my shoulder and see Slade and Josh standing inside the bedroom.

“Girl talk,” Courtney says sweetly. Josh cocks his
eyebrow as he walks over to her. He places his hands on either side of her and
bends down. “If you are talking about me, feel free to embellish a little bit,”
he jokes.

She grins up at him. “Always baby,” she teases.

He chuckles before pressing his lips to hers.

Holly rolls her eyes playfully and we start to get
up off the bed.

“Is the game over?” I ask, coming up to Slade.

“Halftime,” he responds, wrapping his arm around my
shoulder and steering me down the hallway.

“What time do you have to work tonight?” Missy asks
as we enter the kitchen.

“The bar opens at six. Holly and I need to be there
by five to start getting everything ready,” I tell her as Micah and Tate walk
into the kitchen from the basement.