Текст книги "Rug Burns"

Автор книги: Cory Cyr

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12

I woke up to noise. Ugh. I had a slight headache from too much wine and not enough sleep. My thighs felt like I’d ridden my exercise bike for twenty miles. And my pussy, well-worn and pummeled. Big time. As I tried to get out of my bed, I felt as if every muscle had been stretched to its capacity and then some. Jesus, even my jaw ached. Keenan was a man that left a lasting impression.

I yawned as I raised my arms over my head, attempting a few yoga poses to get my blood flowing. Fuck that. No yoga plow posing for me this morning. I’d already been plowed like a Kansas farm gearing up for spring planting.

I noticed Keenan’s shirt and pants still lying on the chair. What the hell? Was he strolling through my house naked? I grabbed a fresh pair of panties and threw on his shirt. He was so tall it came down to mid thigh on me. I decided against a bra. Why? Because if that man could strut without his clothes—God help me—I could go sans bra. I padded to the kitchen. Fuck me. No, on second thought, don’t fuck me. He stood in the kitchen in front of the stove with his back to me, wearing only his striped briefs. I had a sudden sense of déjà vu. I’d come upon Latch in this very kitchen. Thank the good Lord Haven’s boy toy had donned pants, but if I recalled the incident correctly, that’s all he had on.

“Good morning, baby,” Keenan said as he turned around to greet me. He held a mug of steaming coffee in one hand and a spatula in the other. He really loved that particular kitchen tool. “Want some coffee? Take mine.”

Seriously, could he be any sweeter? Bastard. I snatched the mug from his hand, praying the coffee might suppress the continual building thump in my brain. I’d been over-fucked. I wondered if you could die from too many orgasms. Although, it wasn’t the worst way I could go.

I was a glutton for punishment. I just had to let my eyes drift to his dick. Damn. As soon as I did that, it was as if my stare had penetrated his briefs and caused them to tent. I swear I tried to look away, but I was spellbound, so I watched. I thought I had power with a cock in my mouth. Evidently, my eyes were magic too. Double-crossing. Treacherous. Vagina. I felt heat spike in my lower half. That familiar throbbing hit me right between the lips, and not the ones I was currently pursing. Exactly how was it possible that in my weakened condition, I wanted him—and judging from his present state, he felt the same?

“Fuck the eggs,” he remarked as he tossed the spatula on the counter and pulled me into him.

He gently tweaked a nipple as he pressed his erection into me. God, there was that dry humping again. He languidly traced his tongue across my bottom lip as he pushed forward into my mouth. The kiss was without urgency, slow and gentle. As he continued, his hand palmed the front of my sex. I felt so hot; I was surprised my pussy didn’t scorch him. He blew a soft moan into my mouth while I ghosted my fingers across his crotch. He immediately pulled the polo over my head and then proceeded to push my panties down to my ankles. I kicked them off as I watched him tug off his briefs.

Yeah, still beautiful and huge.

“You know it’s dangerous to cook with an apparatus that big,” I said, giggling as I fondled him. “I meant to ask if you’ve measured it. I know you have.”

“Nine and a half inches.”

Mama. “Did I ever tell you 9 1/2 Weeks was my favorite movie? You appear to have an inch for every week,” I said, chuckling. “What about the eggs?”

His eyes rolled back into his head. “Yeah, well, the only thing I plan on scrambling right now is you. Assume the position.”

Excuse me? What is this, fuck me boot camp?

I thought maybe a little savor and lick on both parts. I sucked him; he licked me. And we were both content. But fucking? Oh, I didn’t know about that.

I eyed his cock. My pussy sounded the alarm. I had yet to distinguish if that throbbing meant yes, yes, yes or run like hell and guard your loins. I stood there naked and watched him fold his arms across his chest. He definitely meant fucking. No foreplay for breakfast. Shit.

“You know, I was kind of thinking maybe a light snack or, in your case, a big one,” I quipped. “I mean, seriously, we didn’t go to sleep until dawn. I’m not complaining, but five orgasms. I’d say it was pretty good for a woman of my seasoned age.” I was now leaning toward grabbing his shirt off the floor.

“It was seven. Orgasms. I’m young and virile and British.” He snorted.

I hadn’t thought about that. I’d never been with anyone younger, ever. I mean, I wasn’t old, but he was eleven years younger. I wondered if there was such a thing as sex years, kind of like dog years.

“Wait, what? British… what does being British have to do with fucking?” I snickered.

He moved in closer and bent his head until his lips were at my ear. “We Brits take our fucking seriously. We have higher standards.”

I pushed him back, laughing. “Bullshit. You’re just a typical man who wants to get laid.”

“This is true, but I am extremely OCD when it comes to figures. Everything must be even numbers, even orgasms. Now turn around and grab the counter.”

Now my sex was screaming. I couldn’t wait until he was inside me. I bent slightly, placing my hands on the marble as his hand slapped my ass.

“Ow, motherfucker, that hurt.”

“You know, instead of a curse jar, I think every time you say the F-word, I’ll just slap your ass.”

“So I get a free pass on bastard, cock, pussy, and shit?”

Keenan began chuckling as his fingers slid between the crack of my ass. I suddenly tensed. I enjoyed anal occasionally. But with his cock—oh, hell no! I finally felt his fingers slide into my pussy as he used his index and thumb to rotate my clit.

“You’re so wet. I love the sound it makes when I slide my fingers in and out.”

Any other time, that remark might have embarrassed me, but I was gearing up for a mini orgasm. As I pushed against his hand, he suddenly withdrew his fingers. I wasn’t at all gratified by this empty sensation. I’d been on the cusp of a release, and now, zip, zero—nada. My head slumped as I sighed.

Keenan pushed into me with one thrust that momentarily stunned me. In this position, his cock had descended so deeply it stole my breath. He began to undulate his hips with every stroke. I felt pressure as he pushed into me. His teeth nipped at my neck as his arms corralled me. With every slap of our bodies, there was an agonizing tingle, a tortuous ache, and an awareness of every single sensation coursing through my body.

He scared the hell out of me. The appeal of those sensations made me feel clingy. I loathed that emotion. I never wanted to be one of those women. The ones who decided their lives weren’t complete without a man. I was happy Haven had found Latch. After what she endured, she deserved love. And no matter what a prick he’d been in the past, the one thing I knew without a doubt was he loved her. But that would never be me.

I had to admit it was somewhat exhilarating that one of the world’s hottest male models coveted me. I was still having a hard time understanding that logic. Haven had always thought it was the chase with Latch; maybe those two men had that in common.

I noticed Keenan’s hand slip from the countertop and then grip my hip. My pussy began to clench his swelling flesh.

“Fuck. I love it when your muscles tighten around my dick and squeeze me like a vise.” He groaned as he pumped faster.

My release was on the edge. That familiar tingling began at my toes, shifting to my sex. I whimpered as I bit down on my lip. The more he ground into me, the more I eased back onto his cock. My legs could hardly hold me up they were shaking so bad, and my body began to spasm and splinter into pleasure. I could feel my climax rush to meet his. Our bodies seemed to meld together the moment he exploded into me, filling me with his heat. My body tingled with satisfaction. I desperately wanted to hold on to this moment. I had too many emotions coursing through me right then as I sucked in a breath and eased back into Keenan.

“Damn, that was—” I spit out, barely able to make my words audible.

“Earth shattering?” he said as he brushed his hands against my back.

He paused, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder before pulling out. I bit back a quiet sob, trying not to appear desperate at the loss. Our bodies fit together so well, even considering his girth. I had convinced myself that, eventually, my pussy would become sufficient to fit his proportions. I’d also mentally ascertained because he’d already bared his soul and told me he loved me, all our feelings were now exposed.

Keenan knew how I felt, and I hoped he understood with clarity that loving him would never be a possibility. I did adore being with him, and the sex—holy shit, I really loved it. Yes, waiting four months had been brutal, but regardless, it had been worth it. So in retrospect, I had a super hot-as-hell model boyfriend, a gargantuan cock, and he was giving me the green light to do my thing as long as no other man did his thing. I might need Keenan to clarify all this. I didn’t want to lose him… or this. He wasn’t pushing me to give more or to be more. The man didn’t want to change me. But I did feel different. He had altered something.

“Hungry, baby?” he asked while he pulled on his briefs and handed me his polo.

I slipped it over my head. “Yeah, I am. Eggs but no sausage.” I chuckled as I gave him a heated glance.

“Very well. Your wish is my command.”

How I wished that were true. Then he would just be a fuck buddy and not a man who loved me. I watched as he turned the stove back on and began to heat a clean pan. I leaned against the sink as I watched him cook. I wished I could take pictures and post them on Twitter. But the paparazzi was bad enough without a million female followers sending out death threats to the woman who got lucky enough to have Keenan Stone scramble her eggs (among other things) and feed her his sausage.

We ate breakfast—well, actually brunch—out on the veranda. I struggled through drinking my coffee because all I could think about was him. I wanted—no, I needed to taste him again. This had never happened to me. I had rules. I hated revisiting the same cock. It was all about the unfamiliar and untouched territory. But Keenan was unique. His region was absolutely worth exploring again and again.

My condominium was extremely secluded, well hidden in the hills. Nothing below but valley with empty terrain. I strolled into the kitchen and retrieved a towel, then went back outside. I placed it by his feet and got on my knees as I watched him arch an eyebrow. He turned his chair toward me, allowing my hand to cup his already substantial bulge.

“We could go inside. I’m not sure I want to give your neighbors or a passing plane a show.”

I laughed greedily as I released his cock from his briefs. It jutted outward, firm and ready. “You’re big, Kee, but I seriously doubt a plane would see us. Besides, I have no neighbors.”

I dragged his briefs down to his ankles and watched as he kicked them off. I swept my hands up and down along his thighs as I nudged them apart with a kiss. There was the lingering scent of myself on him. I’d always given fellatio before, never after. I wrapped my hand around the base and began to lick from his balls up to his crown.

“Christ, that feels amazing.” Keenan’s body swiveled as I darted my tongue across the head and teased the small slit.

His entire body shivered as I trailed back down his length, going from side to side with long licks. As I came to his balls again, I caressed both with a kiss as I cradled them in my hand. His body went stiff. I knew he was attempting to keep himself in check. Both my hands kneaded him as I worked my way back up to his swollen head. I watched through observant eyes as he began white-knuckling the chair. He looked pensive. The crown glistened. Seeing it made my mouth water. I centered my mouth over it and covered him slowly with my lips. It must have been excruciating for him, because he exhaled with a loud moan. I held on to the base of his length as I sucked. I methodically cupped my other hand tighter, and using the lubricants from his precum as well as my saliva, I began using my tongue in a swirling motion, covering as much of his cock as possible.

“Baby, you’re killing me—in a good way. This is going to be ov—aw, fuck.”

I felt his balls tighten as I rolled them between my fingers and his dick expand as I stroked it. More fluid leaked out of the tip as I continued to suck. I gripped him as I pumped him faster between my lips. I was wet and my thighs slippery. It almost felt as though another wave of release was coming. I’d never felt this empowered. Keenan was putty. Well, mentally; his lower half was like concrete. It was sudden and caught me off guard when he came. His cock was so deep in my mouth I felt the head make contact with the back of my throat. Rich, thick seed burst from him as I tried to consume it all. He almost pitched forward out of the chair. He pumped furiously, holding on to my hair. I kept swallowing until nothing lingered except a few stray droplets.

“There are no words in any language. Your mouth is stellar. It should be worshipped…”

And there it was. That moment. The one where Keenan paused to think about what he’d meant to say and realized it was true. My mouth was worshipped—by many. I refused to feel guilty about what I enjoyed. I wondered how many times he'd admonished Latch for being a man whore. And he even told me he’d been no saint. So should I feel contrite or be chastised because I loved sucking cock? What? Because I was a woman? Because I was his? Because he loved me?

I sighed as I got up off my knees. There was no eye contact between us. I knew this was a mistake, regardless of how good it had felt. Now we’d probably ruined our friendship too.

I walked back into the house, leaving Keenan still sitting naked in the chair on the veranda. I took a quick swig of orange juice, then headed for the shower. Twenty minutes later, I came into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body and hair. He was resting on the bed, dressed and appearing suddenly more stoic than usual.

“Don’t say anything, Kee. I knew from the beginning this would never work.” I paused as I walked into the closet to get dressed. “You knew when we met how I was. I never hid anything from you,” I said wearily as I slipped into a robe.

“I never asked you to change. I gave you free rein with just a few restrictions. I think I’ve been quite a lenient man, considering. Did it mean nothing when I said I loved you?”

I sat next to him as I undid the towel from my head. He’d already changed me and I didn’t like it or want it. All of this was uncharacteristic for me. “Honestly, it pains me that you love me. I don’t want to hurt you. I like you, Kee, very much, but I can’t be that woman. The one that follows you around like a puppy and drools all the time. You cannot teach an old dog new tricks. You said you didn’t want to transform me. You already have. The fact that I was with you for months without sex, that’s huge for me. The fact I sucked your cock twice, I never do that. I’ve done so many things for you and with you that are out of my comfort zone.”

“So is this you just walking away after we’ve fucked, after I declared my feelings for you? Do you just want to end it?” he asked as I watched his jaw noticeably tick.

The hole in my chest vibrated. If I were smart, I would have ended this. Right then. If he had any will power, he should have gotten up and run. We were a combustible pair. I was going to hurt him badly. I knew it. I felt it in my heart. That’s how I knew I had feelings for the prick, because I cared enough about sparing him pain. Despite the fabulous sex and the largest cock I’d ever had the honor to blow. This could go nowhere. My brain was saying cut him loose, but my libido chose the alternative. “I still want us to be friends.”

He shook his head violently. “Are you insane? I suppose that’s a stupid question, because I know you’ve clearly lost your mind. Weezie, we just fucked—many times. You had my cock in your mouth twice. We are so not in the goddamn friend zone,” he said as he frowned. “My offer still remains. I love you. That isn’t going to change just because you don’t want it. You’re right. I do know who you are and what your appetites entail. I knew all about the way you were before I came into this relationship. We can negotiate terms if that’s what you want, but they will be the same as before. I’m not asking for fidelity. Do what you must. But absolutely no intercourse. I have to draw the line at that. And I don’t want to know. Don’t confess to me. Just let me feign blissful ignorance and pretend you feel a thread of love for me.” He stood as he swept his fingers through his hair.

Exactly how does one get a world famous male model to look the other way while she engages in sexual acts? “We can’t be in a relationship if I’m with other men, Kee.”

He rolled his eyes as his hand paused over the blond scruff on his chin. “How is that any different than before? I gave you fucking permission, so do what you must… since I’m obviously not enough,” he whispered as sad blue eyes gave me a brittle look.

I’d never felt guilty or ashamed, but for some reason, those emotions had saddled themselves on me. I needed to add selfish too, because I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted to be able to be with whomever I chose orally… but fuck Keenan. He was willing to share me with others if I saved the most carnal for him.

“This is wrong, Kee. This is fucked up. How can you be okay with this?”

He pinned me down with his body and mumbled a response. “I’m anything but okay with this. The thought of you with another man enrages me. But I would rather have the most intimate part of you than nothing. I guess we’ll see if I’m really the actor they’re hoping for when they turn Blood Vestige into a film franchise.”

I pressed my body into his as I lay my damp hair against his shirted chest. “You’re going to be an actor? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I never got the chance. We were otherwise occupied, and I didn’t want to sully the moment. I wanted our first time to be about us—about you. I won’t give you up, Weezie, so if you puffing on other men’s cocks is a ploy or a test, I won’t fail. I am in this for the long haul no matter what I have to do.” He kissed me on top of my head as he pulled away. “I have to go.”

“But it’s Sunday,” I said with a pout.

He grimaced as he began toeing on his shoes. “I need some alone time. I’m going surfing. I need you to consider what I’ve proposed. I’ll call you later.”

With those words, he left.

I needed someone to talk to. Someone nonjudgmental. There was no way I could confide in Haven. Shit. I couldn’t call her and tell her this. She would have a coronary or have me committed. Worse, she would divulge to Latch. The truth was I didn’t have many friends that were female. Ninety percent of my acquaintances were male. And frankly, I wasn’t even sure how this arrangement would sit with them.

I’d call Brandi.

She’d started all this with one fucking piece of fruit. Damn that banana. We had kept in touch off and on, but I hadn’t been in contact with her in over a year. I grabbed my cell off the nightstand and went through my contact list. There she was. I called and got her voicemail, so I left a message. I stomped around my condo, still smelling Keenan. He was in the kitchen and on the sofa. I brought my bed pillow to my nose, and his scent was on it too. Dammit, he was creating a sentimental monster. Big cock aside, he was just another gorgeous man. I’d had them before. Not like that you haven’t.

My phone buzzed several hours later. Caller ID showed Brandi. Thank God.

“Well, well, well, so how goes it, Hollywood?” Brandi crooned into the phone.

“Hot and dirty, and that’s just the men.” I chuckled.

“Jesus, Weezie, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Umm… yeah, just about the time you started dating that hot-as-hell piece of ass man-child Keenan Stone.”

I snickered as I flopped down on my bed. “It’s only an eleven-year age difference, and we aren’t dating, per say.”

“Okay, not what I read in the magazines—what are they calling you two, Kiwi? But tell me honestly you’ve at least banged him or blown him into oblivion.”

Brandi had no idea how much truth there was in what she said. However, he was the one that had catapulted me to oblivion when he revealed his true feelings. Then again when he negotiated the terms of our future. “Don’t believe everything you read in the tabloids. Ninety percent is bullshit, especially this ‘Kiwi’ business. Named after a fucking fruit. Kill me now,” I sighed. “I do have a problem, though, and I know I don’t have to ask you this, but I need you to be discrete and not repeat this. I’m trusting you.”

“Of course. We are in the plating sisterhood.”

I laughed as I leaned back into my pillow. “Going old school, are we? Plating. Really? Just can’t get you to say cock sucking, huh?”

“Oh God, no. I kind of like the word plating. Men have no idea what the hell it is, and by the time they figure it out, well, let’s just say their vocabulary is limited,” Brandi joked.

I spent the next thirty minutes telling her everything. I left out the fact that Keenan Stone was over nine inches. As much as I loved Brandi’s wit, I really didn’t know her anymore. It was a case of us having history, but I hadn’t actually seen her in years. Keenan would kick my ass if the tabloids heard about his big cock—my big cock. And it was mine. Even I had trouble understanding why I would want anything more. He only thought he loved me. He couldn’t stand the thought of any woman having the balls to turn him down. It must have been quite the shocker when I didn’t surrender to his charisma and become compliant. It probably irked him. But the truth was I liked my men like my food—one-of-a-kind and of the gourmet variety. Blowing Keenan was like a specialty diet. It wasn’t that he couldn’t satisfy me; it was that I didn’t want to put my eggs into one basket. I enjoyed spreading the wealth, aka my lips.

There would come a day when he would want more or he would walk away. Both would hurt me equally. I learned a long time ago that everyone leaves. People you care about are not meant to stay in your life forever.

“So what you’re saying is that sexy Englishman wants you enough that he’s given you his blessing to be with other men?”

I sighed. I hadn’t realized how distasteful it sounded until I heard it from another person. “With conditions.”

“And they are…?” Brandi asked.

“Actual fucking is off the table. Everything else is a go.”

“Anal?” she asked, snorting.

“Eww… God, Brandi, I wouldn’t even consider doing that with someone else right now.”

“Interesting. So you have crossed that threshold with the golden boy?”

“Let’s keep our conversation to the topic at hand, and it had nothing to do with asses. What do I do?”

“Fuck, Weezie, if it were me, I’d keep that hottie model as the forerunner and a few less sexy studs stashed away for a rainy day. He’s too pretty to toss back. Keep him reeled in and wound tightly.”

“Brandi, what is with the metaphors? I fucking hate fishing, I called you up for advice… You’re not helping,” I said, whining.

“You didn’t call me for advice. Do I look like Dr. Phil? I’m a sounding board, Weezie. I know you. You’re going to do what you want. Mr. Stone has met his match, because you are a strong-ass independent woman with a weakness for plating—cock sucking. Nothing I could possibly say will change how you really feel. I hear it in your tone. It appears you too have met your equal. If you didn’t have brewing feelings for him, you wouldn’t have called me. You know I loathe romance and relationships, but you sound different. Let this gorgeous younger man love you. Accept it and what he has to offer. He’s allowing you the freedom to be yourself without any repercussions. I mean, this man is perfect. Hold on to him as long as you can.”

I heard what she was saying. I just wanted her to confirm what I already knew. I wasn’t going to walk away from him. I’d already invested too much time, and the sex was off the charts. It had definitely been worth waiting for.

Brandi and I spoke a while longer, then said our good-byes. I had lots to think about, including wondering if Keenan planned to see other women. I knew he wouldn’t have sex, but the thought of another woman kissing or going down on him… I felt unsettled as my entire body began to shake at the idea of him being intimate with someone else. We weren’t going to share our secrets. He’d said he didn’t want to know, and he knew how to be discreet after dealing with the reporters for years. Every time he kissed me or I took his cock in my mouth, I would wonder who’d been there prior to this moment.

I wasn’t sure now if I could do this. I’d been an only child. My parents had never taught me the golden rules of sharing. We were already allocating time, days, and weeks. Between photo shoots and business trips, distance continually separated us. That made it easy for us to have others on the side. And now that Keenan was going to become a movie star, he’d have more female fans than ever. He might love me now, but when his acting career took off and we were apart for months, I had a sneaking hunch what he felt would fade.

That was a good thing. Maybe all he needed was time. I wasn’t what he really wanted, and he didn’t need me. This was just a phase for him. All I had to do was sit back, enjoy our moments, and wait him out. Eventually, the not knowing would destroy him. Because wondering what other women he was with would eradicate me. But I’d made this bed and I would have to lie in it with or without him.