Black Rainbow (4 page)

What sort of a mess had I gone and gotten myself into?

P A S T

D A Y 2

Brushing my teeth for what had to be the eighth time, I spun around, observing myself in the mirror, and dusting off the yellow button down shirt, and black skirt that I’d decided to wear.

I was so excited that I was shaking.

I was twenty-three, damn it. I should be past shaking like a schoolgirl at the thought of a guy coming over.

It seemed that no matter what I tried on, nothing looked good enough. My hair didn't look right, and I felt like if I ate or drank anything, I would need to brush teeth again. Plus, I was sure that I’d gained weight.

Get it together Thea. It’s not like you both haven’t done this already. Your clothes are fine. Your hair looks nice. And you’ve only gained a pound but that could just be stress…Right?

“I should change,” I said to my reflection, as I turned and moved over to the closet. Before I could give my appearance another thought, the doorbell rang.

Shit
.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to not give in to my absurd urge to bolt down the stairs. Pausing, I looked myself over in the mirror that stood in the entryway, and I rubbed my finger over my teeth relishing the clean squeak they gave off. Eighth time’s the charm, I supposed. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened the door to what would prove to be the most pleasurable week of my life.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“Now that’s how you say hello.” I beamed, taking in the sight of him. He wore a pair of casual, dark jeans and a blazer. His hands were behind his back and he rocked back and forth on his toes, grinning mischievously. I suspected that he was hiding something behind his back, but before I could question him about it, his grin widened as he brought forward a chilled bottle of wine for my inspection.

“You didn’t have to bring anything,” I told him, as I took the bottle from his hands.

“What type of house guest would I be if I showed up with empty hands? Besides, you just moved in, right?” he asked, as I made room for him to enter.

“Yeah. I moved most of boxes into the other rooms. It was just too much for me to sort through alone.”

“If you need help, I’m great with a box cutter—shit, that sounded awful…”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it. One moment he was overtly sexual, and the next, he was so cute and sweet, that it was hard to believe.

“It’s fine,” I told him. “Have you eaten? I ordered pizza because I felt that making dinner would be a little too—” I paused and made a face.

“Too relationship—y?” he finished with a grin. “Pizza’s good.”

Nodding, I headed for the kitchen, and he followed. I handed him a wine opener from one of the drawers, and turned around to reach up for the plates I had unpacked just this afternoon.

“Glasses?” he asked. “Or do you want to drink out of the bottle?”

“I’d say bottle, but I wouldn’t want you to judge me, or get any ideas about the kind of girl I am,” I teased.

“Honesty. I like that in a woman,” he said, taking a swig before handing the bottle to me.

“Then let’s get real honest,” I said with a grin as I swallowed a mouthful of wine. “Do you really want to eat pizza right now?”

“Not even a little bit,” he muttered.

Taking my hand and pulling me to him, he molded his lips onto mine, and as I tried to place the bottle on the counter, it slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor. Neither of us paid the bottle any heed, and as my hands moved up his neck, his hands slid down the length of my torso to the bottom of my thighs. Then, he lifted me up onto the kitchen table and ripped open my blouse.

“I liked that shirt,” I complained, as he kissed down my neck.

“I liked that wine.”

“Touché—Ah!” I hissed, as he gently bit the top of my breast whilst reaching inside my bra to tease my nipples. As I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him closer to me, I reached for his belt and began to unfasten it, but he stopped me.

“Not yet,” he whispered, trailing kisses from my mouth all the way down to my bellybutton. With ease he took my skirt off, and his fingers played around with the lace of my underwear.

I gasped as he rubbed his fingers over me. Pushing the lace to the side, he continued trailing his kisses downward until his head lingered between my thighs. Grabbing onto his hair, I shivered as he licked me.

“Levi.”

He didn’t stop. He began, slowly, softly, but then, just as if someone had flipped a switch inside his mind, he grew wild… just the way I liked him. My back lifted as his tongue, followed by two of his fingers, entered me. Gripping onto his hair, I held him tight, rocking my hips towards him.

“Urgh…” I couldn’t even form words.

“You should see how you look right now,” he said. Kissing his way back up my body, his fingers remained, vigorously stroking my sweet spot. Pleasure rocked through me, and I bit my lower lip, trying in vain to smother the loud moan that had been building deep within the core of me.

His teeth grazed my earlobe, and I could feel his breath, hot against my neck as he whispered, “I know you can be much louder than this, Thea. Moan for me. Come for me.”

“God! Yes!” I screamed, as I allowed myself to let go.

As my climax reached its peak, I threw my head back and dug my nails into his shoulders as though he were the only thing in the world that was holding me to the earth.

My lips parted as I watched him lick his fingers clean… as he licked
me
off of his fingers. I was sweating, and my breathing was ragged. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I had climaxed, but I wanted more of him. I needed
all
of him.

I kissed him passionately, as I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in closer to me. As our tongues tasted and teased each other, I pressed myself against the length of him desperately trying to convey my need. Thankfully, he understood.

“Take me to your room,” he demanded, breaking our kiss.

Nodding, I slid off the counter, making sure to avoid the broken glass, and stepped out of my panties. Then, I took his hand and led him into my bedroom.

The distance, no matter how small, between us was enough to drive me mad. He brushed my hair aside and kissed my neck, each step towards my bedroom felt to long… too damn far away. And I couldn’t help but want to stay in his arms longer. I loved how he touched all of me with no reservations.

“This is a clothes free zone,” I whispered, as we finally entered my room. To illustrate my point, I rid myself of my bra as I stepped though the threshold. “House rule.”

“Who am I to go against the house rules?” he muttered, unbuttoning his shirt. I lay back on my bed watching him. “Aren’t you going to help?” he asked.

“Not even a little bit,” I replied, biting my bottom lip in anticipation.

To my disappointment, he stripped quickly, and his boxers had barely touched the floor before he pounced on me.

I laughed as he hovered above me. “Before the week is out, we definitely need to work on your stripping routine.”

“Will you give me a few pointers?”

I gently sucked his bottom lip. “I don't strip, but I’m sure we can work something out.”

I ran my hand down his chest, enjoying the feel of his heated flesh as I traced each line of his muscles. As I trailed my way downwards, I took hold of him. His member stood hard and proud in my hands, throbbing with need, and his mouth parted slightly, as he let loose a low hiss.

His thumb grazed my lips, then he slid his palm up to caress my cheek, his strong touch was firm against my jaw line. “If you take hold of that, you better know what to do with it.”

I let go in order to push him back. He fell onto the bed and I sat up on top of him. “You better be able to handle it,” I teased.

There are some things guys know they can only dream about. We never say them out loud and we try not to think about them until we’re alone… where we can fantasize all we want. But having her, a beautiful, fun, confident woman, kiss down my chest, all while her hands worked me to the point where I needed to grip onto the sheets in order to maintain some semblance of control… it was too much. Each and every second I spent with her, my control was slipping. I’d wanted to take this a little bit slower, to enjoy it—

“Fuck! Thea,” I gasped, sitting up as she took me in her mouth. I stared down at her, captivated by her ability to leave me shivering me in her hands. “I can’t think, fuck, Thea. Ah—”

My hands were in her hair before I even realized it. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my head, and I could feel the urge building inside of me.

No. Not like this.

Holding her head steady for a moment, I took charge, and I flipped us both around, pinning her hands above her head.

“So, I take it that you couldn’t handle it?” she grinned, licking her lips once again. Fuck me. She was doing it on purpose.

I parted her thighs with my one free hand. Feeling her velvety lips part, and her body go rigid in anticipation, I paused and pulled back slightly. She wasn’t the only one who could be a tease. Then, as she frowned in frustration at her delayed gratification, I slammed into her, allowing her to have all of me at once.

“Ah goddamn!” she screamed, her head twisting back pleasure.

“You were saying?”

“I—”

Slam

“Levi—”

Slam

Slam

She gave up trying to speak, and instead struggled to free her hands from my iron grip. But I refused to let her go. She begged to touch me as her body shook and trembled, but watching her under me, seeing the pleasure rippling through her with my every thrust, I soon found that even I was struggling to hold back.

“Baby, please,” she begged, and at that, I let go of her hands, and took ahold of her hips. I changed my pace and sped up my thrusting, grunting with each thrust.

“Yes. Ahh,” she moaned, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled me to her lips. Our tongues circles each other, matching the rhythm and intensity of our writhing bodies. When she opened her brown eyes to look at me, there weren’t enough words in that moment to express the depth of our affection, and our longing for each other. I never wanted this moment to end.

“Levi.”

“Thea.”

We both called out for one another as we finally came. When it was over and our afterglow had begun, we collapsed into each other’s arms. Neither of us spoke, we just leaned back against the bed and relished the scent of our sex.

Her head rested against my chest, and as she settled down against me, my hand slid down the length of her body and came to rest on her ass. Without thinking, I squeezed it, but she didn’t say anything, she simply let me be.

It was things like this that made me feel as though she was just a dream. Things like this didn’t happen to me. I worked, I had a few hook ups here and there, and then I went back to work. But never in my life had I ever been so infatuated with someone.

“What’s your last name?” I asked her.

“What?” She turned her head and looked at me.

“Your last name, what is it?”

“Don’t tell me you’re already getting attached,” she teased.

I frowned at that. “It feels dirty to me— dirtier to be doing this and not at least have an idea as to who you are. Don’t you think so?”

“It’s Cunning,” she said simply. “Thea Cunning.”

“I’m Levi Black.”

“Sexy name,” she giggled. “I’m guessing that’s your alias, it can’t possibly be your real name.”

Reaching over the edge of the bed, I searched for my pants. Finding them, I fished my wallet out of the back pocket and flipped it open to show her my ID.

“Now I know your age, height, date of birth—?” she taunted, “What if I’m some kind of crazy stalker?”

“I’m a lawyer,” I told her. “I can get a restraining order if needed.”

“Ooh, a lawyer,” she said, not sounding the least bit impressed as she sat up and wrapped a sheet around herself, much to my disappointment.

“Most women find that highly impressive.”

“I guess it’s okay, but I prefer brain surgeons,” she said with a wink as she rose out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to heat up some pizza, I’m starving!”

“I’ll go with you,” I said as I stood up. I grabbed my boxers as she took one of my shirts to wear. “Must you look sexy in everything?”

“That’s the hunger talking, come on.” she laughed, taking my hand.

I like the way she laughed. She did it so easily, as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Shadow! No!” she screamed, as she rushed forward to chase away her cat who was busy getting itself drunk off of the wine we’d spilled on the ground.

The brown and white cat tried to run away from her, but she caught it, and moved it over to the water bowl.

“Sorry about that,” she said, looking up at me.

“It’s fine,” I said, as I bent and began picking up the broken shards of glass. She knelt beside me and wiped up the rest of the wine.

“Sorry about the wine as well. You said it was your favorite?”

“It’s not really. I lied because I ripped your shirt,” I said, nodding to the yellow top that lay on the ground, along with the rest of her clothes that were scattered all around.

“Well, I’m just going to have to keep your shirt as compensation then,” she sniffed.

“You look better in it anyway.”

Shaking her head at me, we dumped the glass shards into the bin. Trying my best not to stare at her, I looked around her kitchen. It was a little outdated, but still nice. Wait—

“Thea? How are you going to heat up the pizza without a microwave?”

Her eyes went wide as she looked around. “Damn it, I left it in one of the boxes.”

“Then what have you been eating all this time?”

“Cereal and take out?”

I tried not to laugh at the look on her face.

“Hey, give me a break, I just moved.”

“No judgment,” I lied.

“Liar.”

“Come on, let’s search for your microwave.”

“It’s okay, we can use the oven.”

“True. But then you still won’t have a microwave to use next time. Now, where are the boxes?”