Dangerous Curves Ahead (Watchers Crew) (10 page)

I looked to Christopher. There was pride in his eyes, like it was me and my words that were on display and not Ellie’s naked body.

I had to blink a couple of times. All eyes were on me waiting for my words. Hawk lined up with Ellie’s entrance.

“It looks like a flower stem,” I said. “And the flower blossom. The arch of her back is like a valley, her breasts are like mountains.”

“That shit’s poetic,” said Hawk. “Flowers and mountains and valleys.”

I hadn’t thought of that. Her breasts were like mountains and the curve down towards her core was a valley. “Can I use that in my book?”

“Of course,” Hawk grinned. “I like to share.” He entered Ellie in one hard thrust.

I couldn’t believe we were having a casual conversation as he fucked his girlfriend. Hawk set an unhurried pace. Ellie closed her eyes and put her arms behind her head like she was settling in for a relaxing ride.

I watched Hawk thrust in and then out of her, slowing, deeply. Ellie sighed; her hand went to his bicep. She hitched her leg up. I watched Hawk’s angle change and the last inch of his penis disappeared fully inside of her.

“Hey, MK.”

I tore my gaze from the union at their hips and up at Hawk.

“Watch,” he said. “She’s about to come. Watch how her back arches. It’s fucking beautiful. Watch how her toes curl. Can you see it? Is that not the sexiest damn thing you’ve ever seen? A damn pinky toe. Watch her.”

Hawk took one hand and moved it southward. His fingers parted Ellie’s labials, and he found her swollen clit. He flicked at it and Ellie jackknifed.

I’d seen the women in the videos go through their performance of coming. I’d felt the real sensations myself. But watching another woman having a real orgasm took it to a whole other level.

Ellie’s eyes widened, and then closed. Her body jerked, then stilled, then jerked again. I saw the tremors run up her leg. I saw her nipples turn to hard points. She moaned low and then panted as her body convulsed. Her gasps came higher and faster. Hawk fused their lips along with their bodies.

The air around them was charged. It became electrified as Hawk pumped into Ellie. Her cries were desperate. His groans pained. They stared into each other’s eyes. Heat from their bodies hit me like a wave. I couldn’t look away.

This was love. This was what was missing from the videos. Ellie came again, her face crumbling, her eyes tearing. Hawk watched her, his face contorting in joy. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, pumping inside her.

“Please, Hawk,” she begged.

He shook his head, no. “I want another one.”

He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders. The angle put her completely at his mercy. Her head fell back. Her body went limp and helpless. He pounded into her like a jack hammer.

“You good, MK?” Christopher asked.

I didn’t answer.

“You get what you need?”

I turned to him but I still couldn’t make any words.

“They’ll be at this for a while. We can go to my room… So you can write down some notes.”

I should say ‘no’.

He knew I should say ‘no’.

We both knew that neither one of us wanted me to say ‘no’.

Ellie was coming for the third time. Hawk thrust into her with a guttural yell. Ellie’s head rolled back, her mouth in a grin. Hawk’s forehead rested beneath her chin in supplication. When Ellie opened her eyes they sparkled.

She grinned at me and waved. “I hope that helped.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Are you okay?” Christopher shut the door to his bedroom. His room was neat and orderly. The bed was made. A navy blue comforter lay folded down at the foot. I walked over to his dresser. There were a few pictures on his dresser top. No one was alone in any of the photos. There was always a group. I recognized his mother in several photos.

“It’s still hard for me to understand how they could share that.” I touched his face in the glass of one of the picture frames. “It’s evident they love each other.”

“You share your writing. It’s intimate, from your heart. You let hundreds, thousands of people read it. They’re your innermost thoughts, fears, and desires. And you let them all in.”

Adjectives, verbs, and nouns swam in my brain but I couldn’t grasp on to any one for a response.

“Can you use any of that, with Ellie and Hawk, for your book?” he asked.

I nodded, crossing my arms.

Christopher came up and wrapped his arms around me. “You cold?”

“Confused. You say were just friends. But you hold me like I mean something to you.”

“You do mean something to me, MK.”

“I want more.” I squirmed to get out of his arms, but it was a halfhearted attempt.

“Do you want to go home?” His arms tighten around me.

“No.” This time I did break away. “That’s the problem.”

He brought me back into his embrace. I held onto him tightly, like my life depended on it. But I didn’t want to be this girl. I didn’t want to cling to a man who didn’t want me, who wouldn’t be there for me.

“I should go.” I broke free from him again.

He caught my hand. “Talk to me.”

Our fingers entwined. His thumb brushed the center of my palm.

“I have feelings for you beyond friendship,” I said.

“I think I have the same feelings. I wanted to call you every day. I missed talking to you. I missed hearing your voice. I want to tell you everything that’s been happening with me since the last time I saw you. Is that weird?”

“No,” I shook my head. I wanted to do the same thing.

“MK, I want to kiss you.”

I couldn’t breathe. I had to play his words over again and again to make sure I hadn’t made them up in my head.

“But that’s not all,” he continued. “I want to play with your breasts. I want to put my hands down your panties. And then my face.”

My brain reeled and swirled at the impact of his words.

“But we don’t have to do any of that. We could just hang out,” he said. “That’s what you do on a date, isn’t it? You get dressed up in one of those cute dresses, with your heels on, and your hair out. It drives me crazy when you put your hair up. I want to pull down.”

He reached behind me and pulled my hair-tie loose. My hair spilled over my shoulders. Just because my hair spilled down my shoulders didn’t mean I let go of my senses. I ran all of his words through my head again and picked out the most important one.

“You want to date me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“But you still want to sleep with other women?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re not ready for sex and I would never pressure you.”

Again I ran the words, like an accountant triple checking their math, trying to make it add up. “So you would go out to dinner with me and come home and have sex with another girl?”

He cocked his head in confusion. “You’d rather I become abstinent?”

“I’d rather you wait for me.” My voice sounded like it had when I was twelve-years-old, shrill and crackling its way through puberty.

“You mean marriage?” He let go of the strands of my hair and stepped back. “I said I won’t pressure you into sex, but you want to pressure me into a lifelong commitment?”

I stepped back too. There was only two feet between us, but it felt like a gulf.

“I want you in my life, MK. I know that much. I’ll give you my time and my attention. I’ll respect your desires and beliefs. But I’m not willing to be celibate. I like kinky things that I know you’re not ready for, may never be ready for.”

He stepped into me, closing the gulf in one step. “When you’ve dated before, you didn’t have sex. So, let’s just keep sex off the table.”

There had to be something wrong with my hearing. Here was a guy, a very viral guy, who wanted to date me for my witty conversational skills. But the sex we wouldn’t be having he’d have with other girls.

“You can say ‘no’,” he said.

I wanted to stomp my foot. No, I couldn’t. I couldn’t say ‘no’.

I wanted him.

All of him.

“That’s everything I have to give you, MK.”

Was it enough? He was everything I wanted, minus the desire to play in other women’s vaginas. In my books, I spent hundreds of pages with characters talking and getting to know each other before they would kiss at the end. Christopher wanted the intimacy of kissing now, in the middle of our story.

He caught my chin and lifted my gaze. “You can say ‘no’, and if you do, I won’t bother you again.”

“No.”

His face fell at the misunderstanding and my heart choked.

“I mean I don’t want to say ‘no’,” I clarified. “I can’t seem to say ‘no’ to you.”

“Yes, you can.”

He captured my lips. The brush of flesh was so light I could’ve imagined it. The whisper of his breath was the only real thing I could grasp onto, and it blew by me before I could catch it.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his lips hovering over mine.

“No,” I sighed.

“See.”

His grin spread across my lips. His tongue tasted the divot at the center of my upper lip. My lips parted on an inhale. Christopher’s tongue stole into my mouth. His lips sealed over the breach so that neither of us could escape.

I’d been kissed before. Tentative pecks on the cheek. Stiff tongues swiping my mouth like windshield blades. Sloppy, open-mouthed French kisses. Every last memory of those sophomoric attempts faded from my memory as Christopher owned my mouth.

When he released the bond of our lips, I groped in the darkness. My eyes were open, but the haze of desire blinded me. Christopher moved to my neck and began a slow trail of soft kisses southward.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No,” I whimpered.

He shifted the bodice of my dress and kissed the heated tops of my breasts. My nipples were already painfully hard. The flesh beneath and around my breasts swelled until I felt the lace of my bra straining. I swore I heard the fabric tearing.

“Do you want me to stop?” Christopher asked. His mouth hovered over my nipple.

“No.”

He reached around my back for the zipper to my dress. “You trust me, princess?”

The sound of the metal teeth unclenching fried my brain. My heart was in my throat and words couldn’t get through.

“I know where your boundaries are,” Christopher said. “I won’t cross them. You
can
say ‘no’.”

He pulled the dress down my shoulders. His lips led the way. The fabric followed close behind. When the dress came over my stomach, I froze and caught it.

“Is that a no, MK?”

“No -I mean. No one’s seen me naked before.”

“I feel sorry for every man in the entire world.” His hands hovered over my curves. His eyes were big as his gaze took me in. His breath tickled my belly button as he looked at me like I was a prize.

My hands relaxed as he kissed at my soft belly. It was no feat for him to yank the fabric from me. I stood before him in my disheveled bra and panties. The desire for him burned away at my self-consciousness.

Christopher knelt and pressed his mouth to the crotch of my panties. My knees buckled. He caught me, lifted me, and carried me to the bed. His perfect body came overtop of over mine.

“I’m going to kiss you between your thighs,” he said. “You can tell me ‘no’.”

He spread my thighs until my heels reached the corners of the bed. I was trembling before he dipped his head. I watched the blonde tufts of hair shift as he cocked his head and looked up at me.

“Do you want me to stop, MK?” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged. “What was that?”

“No. Please, no.”

I knew what he was going to do. I wasn’t so sweet that I didn’t know the ways men and women pleasured each other. I’d imagined my husband-to-be going down on me, and me returning the favor. I’d just always assumed it would happen during my honeymoon, not after I’d watched a live sex show featuring two of my new friends.

When Christopher’s lips struck my most intimate lips, I jackknifed off the bed. With the first stroke of his tongue, my hips moved of their own accord against his face.

“Fuck, that’s sexy. Yeah, fuck my mouth, princess. Fuck, you taste so sweet.”

My body undulated against his face as he flicked his tongue. The tight coil happened so fast, my eyes watered. I locked my legs over Christopher’s back. I dug my fingers into the sheets. But the release wouldn’t come.

As though he knew, Christopher reached up both hands. His face stayed buried in my core. Without looking up, his hands found the lacy edge of my bra. His fingers snuck under the fabric and found my nipples. All it took was a pinch of his thumbs and forefingers and the damn broke inside me.
 

A fingernail broke as I dug into the mattress. My ankles locked at Christopher’s shoulder blades. Sometime later, Christopher made his way up my body and brought me into his arms. He held me tight as the tremors receded.

“So we’re dating now?” he said.

Chapter Fourteen

“Whoops,” said Christopher. “Looks like I dropped the soap… again.”

He knelt down, filling his empty hands with my abdomen. Then my ass. Then my thighs.

I never wore shorts. I always kept my thunder thighs covered. Christopher spread them apart like he was unwrapping a gift. Then he played with the treasures he found within.

The soap lay forgotten in the tub basin as he cleaned me up with his tongue. The sudsy water slurped down the drain mixing with the sounds of his lips against my core. His hands rose to my breasts. He found my nipples and gave them a pinch.

That was all it took.

Christopher stood and caught me before my knees gave out. He held me and kissed me as the tremors stopped. Then he hefted me up and out of the tub.

I was too comatose to protest about my weight. My brain and virtue cried a warning. He was hard against my soft, wet flesh. It would’ve taken nothing for him to steal inside of me.

He’d let me put it in my mouth earlier this morning. It had been awkward at first until I looked up and saw the ecstasy on his face. The feel of him invading my jaws, sliding over my tongue, and spilling his essence down my throat transformed into something beautiful and sensual that I wanted to do again and again. In my mouth, and in other places.