Текст книги "Indecent Cravings"

Автор книги: S. K. Cross

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Chapter 3

We’re at the Mandarin Oriental on Brickell Key, sitting outdoors on the deck looking at the water and the skyscrapers. I’m sweating again. I’m sitting fucking still and I’m sweating! I feel like I need another shower. Not sure if I’m into this furnace shit. Karissa doesn’t even seem to notice.

I sip my mojito. Damn, that’s strong! That’ll make me forget the heat.

“Mmm-mmm, look at him,” she says, ogling a tall shirtless guy with a chiseled chin and defined muscles sunbathing. “Bet he’d like my cock in his ass.” I laugh. “What are you laughing at?”

“You’re even funnier in person,” I say.

“I tell it like it is. Most guys want to try a dick in the bum, but they won’t admit it. Most love it when they let go all that ‘people-will-think-I’m-gay’ bullshit.”

My logical brain tries to wrap itself around that statement, but the mojito gets in the way.

“Your current boyfriend likes it?”

“Ha! Jaxon won’t have it any other way now.” I laugh again and take another sip. “It took time, though. I let him top me the first few times but then I slowly got all up into him. Now he’s my bottom bitch, the way I like it.”

“So you’re the man?”

“Hell no, honey. I’m the girl. He still the dominant one. I just do the inserting, that’s all.”

“This is so cool. I could never have this conversation with anyone back home. You have no idea. Everybody up there has sticks up their asses too, but not in a fun way.”

“Isn’t that where gay marriage started?”

“Oh, as long as it’s a social justice issue, it’s all cool. But when it comes to actually talking about sexy fun, everybody says ‘ewwwww.’”

“Nobody say ‘ewwwww’ down here. They say ‘oooooh,’ as in ‘oooooh that’s good . . . don’t stop.’”

I laugh again. I think I love this girl.

I finish my mojito and motion for another one to the waitress.

“You should stay,” says Karissa. “Maybe look for a job.”

“Funny you should mention that. I have a . . . uh . . . secret plan to do just that.”

“Oh, you should! We’ll have a great time! I’ll get you all loosened up, don’t you worry.”

“Can I work in your place?”

“At the strip club? Sorry, honey, where I work you need a cock. And not just any cock. A big one like mine.”

The waitress places a new mojito in front of me. I take another sip. Holy fuck, even stronger. My buzz is buzzing. “So, I’m thinking I’ll maybe waitress somewhere until I figure out my next move. Maybe around here, or South Beach. That’s behind us over there, right?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I live on the other side of hell. How will you get to South Beach from my place?”

“Um, is there a bus?”

“There is, but make sure you carry a weapon.”

“Well, I’ll just get a job there and then find a place around here to live.”

Karissa frowns. “Apartments expensive out here.”

I pat my purse again. When the $100,000 plopped into the account two weeks ago, I knew I had to make this move. I just wish I could forget how it got there and what happened to Zander because of it.

“I’m following your lead,” I say as I raise my mojito. “My ass is going to get me rich down here, too.”

Karissa lifts her glass and clinks mine. “To our asses.”

“To our asses.”

Two stunning girls in tiny bikinis scream by on roller skates holding hands.

“Damn,” says Carissa. “Wouldn’t mind being in the middle of that tittie sandwich.”

I nearly choke, then laugh. “Oh right. You like girls, too. I forgot.”

She turns and looks at me with a devilish smile. “Honey, I love dick, pussy, and ass. Everybody got at least two of those.”

Chapter 4

“I’m thinking of switching my name to something sexier,” I say. Although “switching” comes out as swishing. That’s what two atomic mojitos will do to you on an empty stomach.

We’re back at Karissa’s apartment. Her boyfriend Jaxon is coming home from work to shower. Then we’ll get dinner at some expensive restaurant named Bogart.

“Switch your name to what?” says Karissa.

“I don’t know. Abigail Trowbridge is so stuffy, so hoity-toity. Sounds like I have a yacht in Newport and another one in Palm Beach. Down here¸ I want to be someone else.”

“How about a porn star name?”

“Like what?”

“Alexis.”

I laugh. “Alexis Texas.”

“Yeah. Or Tori, like Tori Black. You could be Tori White.”

The alcohol makes me laugh again. “Jayden Jaymes.”

“How about combining two names? Tera Brooke. Mia Jameson. Oh, I know . . . Jayden Raye.”

“Oooohhh . . . I like that. Jayden Raye. I’m Jayden Raye, porn star. Sexxxy. Jayd for short.”

There is a knock at the door. Karissa gets up and opens it, revealing a sweaty, studly, dark-haired Adonis in a cowboy hat, ripped gray T-shirt, jeans, and work boots. His arms are covered in tattoos. I reach down and pick my tongue up off the floor. His shoulder muscles bulge through the shirt, a tribal design pulsing along the striations. My pussy screams hell yeah!

“Jaxon,” says Karissa. “This is Abigai . . . no, I mean Jayden.”

“Jayd for short,” I say.

“Nice to meet you, Jayd for short,” says Jaxon in a deep Southern drawl that sends vibrations straight past my entrance to the inner walls.

He puts out his hand and touches mine. Hot damn.

“Snice,” I say. “Um, I mean, um, it’s nice to meet you. Sorry, I’ve had a couple of mojibos.”

“Mojitos,” says Karissa.

I feel my face turning fifty shades of red as he and Karissa both stare at me.

“She been drinking,” says Karissa.

“That’s how I like my new girls,” he says as he closes the door behind him and kisses Karissa on the lips. What the fuck does that mean? “I’m going to grab a beer and shower up.”

“Sure, boo.”

“Okay.”

The kitchen furniture seems to move out of his way as he walks to the refrigerator, removes a beer, opens it, takes a swig, and then smiles at me.

Yeah, it’s one of those smiles. Straight to the cunt. Shit, I need some cock soon or somebody’s getting jumped.

Once he’s in the bathroom and the shower is running, I turn to Karissa and take both her hands in mine.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod! Your b.f. is a hottie. Damn, girl, you done good!”

“Told you,” she says. “Now you know why I keep him a secret. Not that it matters anymore. My teeth are firmly implanted in him.”

“You are a lucky girl.”

“You going to be a lucky girl too. In no time.”

“I hope so.”

Once Jaxon is done showering, we get in his truck, which is slightly larger than Rhode Island, and head to Ocean Drive.

I feel like a third wheel with them. And yet not. He seems very straight. And why not? Karissa is a girl . . . even though she’s told me her cock is two inches longer than his. But she’s a girl. I remind myself to stop over-thinking everything and just try to have a good time on my first night in my new life in Florida.

Like she heard me, my mom calls. I wonder if she knows I’m gone yet. Did she come by my apartment in Newton?

I stare at the word “Mom” on my screen and watch as it goes to voicemail. Can’t deal with her shit now. No, not right now. I’m having fun . . . and I’m a little drunk.

I laugh.

Karissa looks back at me from the front seat. “You okay?”

“Better than ever,” I say. “Hey, isn’t that the hotel from Scarface? You know, the chainsaw scene.”

“Don’t know. We don’t come over here that often. Too expensive. But we celebrating and I got a two-hundred dollar tip last week so tonight’s on me.”

“Oh no it isn’t!”

“Oh yes it is.”

Jaxon drops us off in front of a restaurant with a low awning, then drives off to park his truck.

“Table for three,” says Karissa to the chestnut-haired girl with the thick lips in the tight shorts with the round ass who greets us.

I don’t know if it’s the vibe, the heat, or the gender-bender influence all around, but I seriously want to climb up that tight little ass in black tights as it sways us to our table. She even bends over as she puts the menus down, exposing the top of her luscious crack.

Oh yeah!

She shoots me a smile as she walks away. Back home, girls like her roll their eyes at me, or laugh at me.

“The vibe is different down here,” I say.

“You noticed,” says Karissa.

A waiter named Javier comes by in an all-black outfit. He has dark eyebrows, dark eyes, and slicked back black hair.

“Hello, ladies,” he says in an accent that would put Antonio Banderas to shame, muscles bulging out all over the place. God, even his wrists are thick.

“Good evening,” says Karissa.

Javier shoots her a knowing smile loaded with suggestion. She flips her thick lustrous black hair and adjusts her dress. Her legs are stunning. I catch myself staring at them. Then, my gaze travels to Javier’s crotch where I swear I make out a short but thick one.

“And what would you like?” says Javier.

A short but thick one is on my lips, but then I realize that Karissa ordered a drink and I didn’t even hear her, what with the legs and crotches all around. Whew, is it hot in here?

“She’ll have the same,” says Karissa.

I just nod. Javier nods, shooting me a smile loaded with pulsating manliness, and disappears. I picture impaling myself on him when he returns.

“What did I just agree to having?” I say.

“A glass of wine. You need to take it easy . . . I think those mojitos went straight to your head.”

“I’m not sure that’s exactly where they went.”

Karissa leans forward and whispers, “So tell me, have you ever been with a girl with a cock?”

My head spins. Not that I don’t know the answer, which is a definite no, but I’m such a horndog at the moment that the very thought is lighting up brush fires inside me.

“Um . . . no.”

“How about a GG?”

“A what?”

“A genetic girl. Have you ever tasted pussy?”

I blush. “Once,” I lie.

“Ooooh. What did you think?”

“I loved it.” That was convincing, wasn’t it?

“Thought so. I’m so happy you’re here!”

“Me too!”

We both clasp hands and squeal like little girls. Then Jaxon shows up. Jaxon of the thick tattooed chest and bulging shoulder muscles. I love the way he casually puts his left arm around Karissa and she leans into him after a passionate peck on the lips.

Javier arrives with our wines. “Oh, hello, sir,” he says. “May I get you a drink?”

“Bud,” says Jaxon. Javier nods and walks away.

“Forgive him,” says Karissa. “He likes what he likes.”

“I’m a Tennessee boy,” says Jaxon. “I like my NASCAR and my Budweiser.”

Oddly, the image doesn’t work . . . especially with Karissa. But who gives a fuck? Apparently anything goes down here.

Javier returns, plunking down Jaxon’s Budweiser. He takes our order.

We laugh, talk, and laugh some more. The dinner arrives.

The steak is superb. I can’t believe how good, really. So is the mashed potato and asparagus.

For some reason, the wine seems to have the effect of doubling the intensity of the earlier mojitos. The room spins a little.

Uh-oh.

Then I swallow a piece of meat without chewing it enough.

I gasp.

God, it’s in my throat!

I can’t breathe! Can’t . . . fucking . . . breathe.

At first, Jaxon and Karissa look at me quizzically, which swiftly becomes horror.

“Oh my God!” says Karissa as she realizes what’s happening.

I leap up, my left hand on my throat, my right punching my own stomach.

Jaxon begins to move toward me, but he stops. At the same time, I feel hands around my waist. Powerful arms embrace me while locking themselves together in fists at my abdomen. Then they press hard and upward into me with a sharp thrust.

The piece of meat goes flying out of my throat. Karissa moves to her left, allowing it to miss her as it hits the wall with a thunk.

Sweet, sweet oxygen fills my lungs. Oh, so good. I breathe heavy and hard, trying to get as much of it inside me as I can.

I watch the relief spread across Jaxon and Karissa’s faces as they look at me. I sense the air spreading through my body as my hands leave my neck and find thick man arms around my waist.

“Are you okay?” says a deep voice I swear I’ve heard before.

“I’m fine,” I say as I turn to see who it was that saved my life.

I nearly choke again.

It’s him!

Oh my God, it’s him!

Mr. Ray-Ban. From the airplane.

I would know those eyes anywhere. The only ones that made me come at thirty-five thousand feet. And those lips . . . not thin, but not thick. Just perfectly masculine. A pointy jaw with just enough flat jutty-ness to sweep up to high cheekbones, the area in between nicely stubbled with little bits of dark oh-so-sexy hair.

“Are you okay?” he repeats.

“I’m . . . um . . . fine.”

“Good. Be careful, okay?”

“Um . . . right.”

Does he remember me? Shit fuck shit, I don’t think he remembers me! There is no recognition in his face. He pats my shoulders and turns away from me.

“Thank you!” says Karissa.

“Yes, thank you,” says Jaxon.

I try to say thank you, but I’m too stunned that it’s him. What is he doing here?

He smiles at me and walks away. His hair is neat but messy, the dark wisps perfectly not in place. He’s in a shiny black shirt tonight, sleeves rolled up, untucked. The Ray-Bans hang from his shirt pocket. His shoulder muscles flex nicely as he saunters away. Dark jeans, dark shoes. My girl-sense tells me there's a butt under there full of man-muscle.

He walks with a sense of control that is a level up from Jaxon and Javier. They’re hot, but this man is naturally the leader. Every woman in the restaurant watches him out of one eye.

I stare as he sits at a table with a stunning blonde woman far from us on the other side of the dining area. I swear I know her. Where have I seen her before? Well, whoever she is, she’s a fucking whore tramp bitch slut.

My view is interrupted by something dark. I consider shooing it away, but realize it’s Javier the waiter. He’s with another chubby man.

“Are you all right?” says Javier with panicked concern.

“I’m fine,” I say.

“Hello,” says the other man. “My name is Fernando. I’m the manager. Would you like me to call a doctor?”

“No,” I say with a cough. “I’m really fine. It was my fault. Just a piece of meat. Throat.” I cough again, realizing I need to take some water, which I do.

“I think she’s fine,” says Karissa.

“Are you certain?” says Javier, taking my hand and staring deeply into my eyes.

“Yes,” I say, staring past him at the man at the table with the blonde across the room.

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” He hands me his card.

“Thank you.”

I sit back down, catching the eye of an old woman in black with a long fake cigarette holder, sitting alone at a table in the corner. What the fuck is she looking at?

“Wow!” says Karissa. “You got yourself a savior there.”

“That’s him!” I whisper-scream.

Karissa’s eyes go wide. “Who?”

“The man from the plane. The one who made me—”

Jaxon looks perplexed. “Did I miss something here?” he says.

“The man from the plane?” says Karissa, completely ignoring Jaxon. “No fucking way!”

“Yes! Can you believe that?”

“He’s with Clarissa Stock.”

I glance over my shoulder, abruptly recognizing the woman. “Oh my God, the supermodel! I knew I knew her from somewhere!”

“Only every magazine everywhere. She was the guest celebrity on Project Runway last week.”

I grit my teeth. “Fucking whore bitch slut.”

Jaxon chuckles. Karissa whacks his face lightly with the back of her hand.

“Be sensitive!” says Karissa. “This is a major moment for Abigail.”

“Who?”

“Jayd. I mean Jayd.”

“Oh come on, who am I kidding?” I say as I swallow down the rest of my second wine. “I’m Abigail. I mean, look at me! I’m a stupid, silly, plain, pasty-white freak from up north. I’m supposed to be riding horses and planning summer outings by the thee-shore for my rich family.”

“Summer outings by the what?”

“By the thee-sh . . . sea shore. Sea shore!”

Karissa and Jaxon look at each other and nod. What are they nodding about?

One of my waves of courage hits me, firing up a streams of charged energy from my gut, just like on the plane. I square my shoulders and sit up straight.

“You know what I’m going to do?” I say. “I’m going to go give him my number. I need a pen.” I fumble in my purse but come up with nothing. “Do either of you have a pen?” They both shake their heads, looking at me oddly. “Fuck!”

“Honey, do you think that’s such a good idea?” says Karissa. “He’s with Clarissa Stock, after all.”

“Fuck her,” I say and stand up, the room spinning a little.

I decide I’m going to hand him my phone and tell him to put his number in it. Right in front of Clarissa Fucking Stock Whore Bitch. I don’t care.

“Abigail!” shouts Karissa behind me, but it’s too late. I’m already halfway to his table, my eyes fierce and determinedly set on my goal.

I’m three-quarters of the way across the room when the world takes a seriously bad turn. My stomach flip-flops, reversing gears and sending my food upwards.

I stop dead in my tracks, but Mr. Ray-Ban and Clarissa Stock are now looking right at me, my hand clamped over my mouth.

I have just enough sense to make the decision that turning and running into the ladies’ room is better than vomiting right in the middle of the dining room in front of them.

I barely make it into the stall before several mojitos, some wine, and an expensive meal land in the toilet bowl.

God, I’m such an idiot!

Chapter 5

Javier and Fernando the manager are waiting for me when I step out, Karissa and Jaxon behind them.

“Are you all right?” says Fernando.

The world is still spinning, but I get out the words, “I’m fine, thank you.”

“We’re going home,” says Karissa, taking out her two bills.

“No need for that,” says Fernando. “Your meal is taken care of.”

“Please no,” I say, taking out my as-of-yet unused secret debit card as another wave of nausea hits me and then passes again.

“No, you don’t understand. Your meal was paid for by Señor Thorn.”

“Thorn?” I say, my senses perking up.

“Sí, the man who—” He makes a comical mime interpretation of the Heimlich maneuver. I’d laugh if I didn’t think it would make me throw up again.

Jaxon and Karissa both raise their eyebrows and look at each other, then at me.

“Okay,” says Karissa, “that was very nice of him, but we’re leaving. Come on, honey.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I ruined your night.”

“No, you didn’t. Besides, Javier got us a doggy bag. We be eating a fine lunch tomorrow. Let’s go.”

Jaxon goes to retrieve the truck. Karissa takes my arm and we head out. The old woman sitting alone with the fake cigarette holder stares at me again with probing eyes. What the fuck?

“Thank you again,” I say to Javier and Fernando. “Wait, what did you say the man’s name was?”

“Thorn. Lukas Thorn.”

“Thanks.”

On our way out, I look at the table where the man whose name I now know once sat with supermodel Clarissa Stock. But both are gone, a waiter clearing it.

Damn.

We step out onto Ocean Drive. Another wave of nausea washes over me as the heat bitch-slaps me in the face again. A valet hands Karissa a bag like the ones they have on airplanes.

Twenty feet away is another valet handing the keys of a black sports car with a backward E and a B on the front. Into it steps Lukas Thorn, Clarissa Stock beside him. He roars the engine, glances directly at me for a split second with the tiniest hint of a smile, and takes off.

Jaxon’s massive truck pulls up and we get in. I climb in the back and lie down.

My last thought before I pass out is Well, at least I know he likes blondes.

Chapter 6

What the fuck time is it?

I open one eye.

Where am I?

I see cheap blinds. I’m on a couch. There is a sheet over me. There is a dim orange light coming from somewhere. There are grunting noises.

I move my head and the room spins a little.

Shit, I think I’m going to throw up again.

Then it passes.

I sit up on the couch. Oh, I know this place. It’s Karissa’s apartment. How did I get back here?

The world aligns. I think I’m okay. But I need some water.

Shit, what time is it?

I get up and stumble to the microwave in the kitchen. 2:51am says the clock. The grunting noises are louder over here. Sounds like two guys’ voices.

I open up the refrigerator and find some Zephyrhills spring water. I pour some into a large glass and scoff it down.

Ah, so good. I wonder if there’s any Alka-Seltzer here.

I look, but don’t find any in the kitchen. I move to the bathroom.

On the way, I notice the door to Karissa’s bedroom is open an inch. The grunting is much louder here.

Oh shit.

They’re fucking!

Jaxon and Karissa!

I don’t know what comes over me, but my pounding head and sick feeling is immediately replaced by thunderous desire. It fills my pores, tensing every muscle while making me feel light as a feather. Like I’m catching a sexy breeze that’s making me weightless.

“Oh God, yes!” says somebody. That’s Jaxon.

I inch toward the open door. I can’t help myself. It’s like I’m possessed. There’s sexy fun going on and I’m drawn to it like a magnet.

I have to see!

Plus, is it my fault they didn’t secure the door?

Right?

I mean, c’mon, right? Work with me here!

“Harder!” shouts Jaxon.

As I step into view, I feel my eyes go wide, my heart beating out of my chest.

My hand moves up to my mouth involuntarily at the sight of Jaxon’s muscular body on his hands and knees with Karissa’s cock firmly planted in his ass.

Karissa is gorgeous. I don’t think she takes hormones, so her body is still mostly male. But soft, skinny, young male with very little muscle. Her waist tapers and her ass is naturally round, like a genetic girl.

Her stomach muscles aren’t quite six-pack, but they’re definitely boy stomach muscles. She even has the V that leads down to . . .

Oh my God!

That is a one fucking monster of a cock! She wasn’t kidding. How in the hell does that fit in Jaxon’s ass?

My pussy fires on all cylinders. The joy of watching people having hot, dirty fun is getting me right where it counts. If my clit were a dick, it would be standing at full attention dribbling pre-cum.

I swear I have the mind of a guy.

I remind myself to breathe as I stare at the incredible sight of two people joined together in ecstasy.

“You like that?” says Karissa.

“Harder!” says Jaxon.

“You want it harder? I’ll give it to you fucking harder. I want you to feel me in the back of your throat.”

“God, yes!”

They both look so blissful as she braces herself and begins to pound him like a jackhammer. He groans in delight.

Shit, should I?

Nope, I’m way beyond should I. I have to.

I need to rub one out, right here, right now. Even if I get caught. I don’t care. This is one of the hottest sights I have ever seen.

My clit shouts “Thank you!” as I reach under the band of my panties and begin to stroke her with my palm in wide circles, cupping my wet folds and teasing my inner lips with my fingers.

Oh God, yes.

Was that me or Jaxon?

Oh, that was Jaxon. He likes this. So different. He seems so straight. Well, he is straight. Karissa is a girl. But she’s fucking him in a very non-traditional way.

“I’m coming!” he shouts.

Oh my God! He’s shooting a load with nothing touching his dick! I didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m going to come,” she says.

“I want you in my mouth,” he says.

He leaps off her cock, the true length of which makes my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Holy sweet fucking God!

Karissa groans as she frantically jerks herself while he kneels with mouth open.

“Oh God!” she shouts as she erupts, ropes of hot steamy white thickness filling his mouth. He eats her spew like it’s caviar, gobbling up every drop on his hands and knees.

I’m so fucking jealous!

I squeal as I come. It wasn’t so much my fingers inside me as the incredible sight of a man eating his girlfriend’s sperm. The twistiness of it was just too hot. I fucking love it.

And I come again.

With another squeal.

My hand on the door jamb.

I catch my breathing and then open my eyes.

Shit, they’re both staring at me, a droplet of white cum dribbling from Jaxon’s lips.

Uh-oh.