Error (Adrenaline Series Book 5) (7 page)

The stroll back to Pepper is a quiet one. My arm is draped around her shoulder while her head is doing its best to stay pressed against me.  When we arrive back at my bike, I turn her to face me. Her ass is slightly pressed against the seat and her head is lifted up in an inviting fashion. Gingerly, I push the hair behind her ear the way she likes. Unable to resist any longer, I place my lips on hers. On contact she sighs so softly that if I wasn't holding her I couldn't be certain it even fucking happened. The kiss starts soft and slow, my tongue showering hers with appreciation it's never given to anyone else before. Azura's hands grip the edge of my shirt sharply. This simple change ignites the pace to shift, which causes my tongue to do the same. Roughly I grab her hip with one hand, pleased when she whimpers again. Our tongues continue to entice one another, the game of who can bring who to their knees faster, a deliciously dirty one. Before I realize it, my mouth falls, anxious to taste more of her. My tongue trails itself down the side of her neck, the ball of my piercing acting as the best wing man ever.

It really fucking is.

“Destin,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my skin from underneath my t-shirt.

Groaning, I switch hands to keep her neck where I want it while my other hand bravely travels south.

In a quiet voice she pants, “Destin...I...it's been a while since...well...”

My tongue strokes upward and she shudders.

Fuck I love that.

“Since what, baby?”

“Since anything,” she admits as I roll my tongue around, finding a hot spot on her neck that parts her legs.

Pleased and thankful that the gate is open, I carefully slide my hand around to her inner thigh, the barrier of her tights still as sturdy as ever.

I hate these stupid things.

“Destin,” her voice pleads though her hips rock towards me.

Sensing the apprehension as well as the arousal, I slip my lips off of the magic spot to look into her eyes. “If you say so no, I'll stop right now, put us on that bike and drive you back to your car, no questions asked.”

Her hands fall from my body. “Is it just that easy for you? To just...walk away from me?”

“Fuck no,” the words tumble out before I can put them in a tone that doesn't sound harsh. Clearing my throat I take a small breath and a step back. “But I'm not the dick that you secretly fear I am. I won't spout lines to get you into bed. I won't get you drunk to better the odds and I'll never fucking push you to do something you don't want to.” The two of us hold each other's eyes hostage with our own. Something inside of me pushes me closer to her knowing the right thing here is not what my dick is demanding. “I should um...I should take you back to your car. It's late and-” is where the thought ends thanks to Azura's mouth back, desperate against mine.

Thank fuck...I'm not sure I can handle the idea of just double clicking a mouse anymore.

It only takes a few minutes before I've got her back in the position I pulled away from, except this time when my hand roams towards her pussy, she doesn't stop, she doesn't object, she simply stops breathing as she waits for my touch. My fingers slowly rub her on the outside of her tights. Her teeth capture my bottom lip. Eagerly she begs, “More...”

Happy to oblige, I pull back, this time planting my hand on the edges of the article of clothing I hate.

That's right. To the dude or chick who invented this cock block clothing known as tights: Shame on you! Just fucking shame.

Azura slides off the flats she's wearing and lets me remove the stretchy leg covering material as well as her thong. On my way back up, my lips get a mind of their own, delivering a long deliberate lick up from her knee to the edge of her jean skirt. She feeds me a shudder and the desire to feast on them spurs my next action. With one good tug, I move her skirt up, toss her leg over my shoulder, and suck in a delicious mouthful of her sweet pussy. A sharp cry escapes, which barely registers. My tongue leisurely laps up the sticky sensation flooding from her. Each lick is long and dripping with devotion, determination to prove that this isn't about conquering her so much as surrendering myself. Relentlessly my tongue twist and turns. I indulge past the point of no return, every stroke refusing to miss the simplest of drop. On another satisfying mouthful, I use both my hands to grip her bare ass, needing her to stay at my mercy.

Suddenly her unsteady breath grabs my attention. “Oh my God, Destin...I'm gonna- I'm gonna-”

The ball of my tongue ring applies the necessary pressure against her clit, detonating her orgasm like a little red button I wasn't supposed to push. Her body becomes tumultuous and her voice frantic as it screams my name to the high heavens.

I hope someone up there is listening, because you can bet your ass tonight I'll be sending my thanks up for this girl.

Azura

Destin shoves the remaining slice of pizza in his mouth before he checks his phone for the sixth time.

That's right. I've been counting. He says it's another job and I believe him. Does that make me an idiot? Why would he lie to me though?

“Let me get this straight.” He finally puts it down and wipes his greasy fingertips on his jeans. “
You
can actually skateboard.”

“I can't fly over stairs and shit, but yeah. I can stay on my board,” I explain. Skeptical his head tilts at me. “You wanna see me do a trick don't you?”

“At least one,” he chuckles. “Show me you're not full of shit.”

“Ugh,” I grunt handing him the crust of my slice. “Fine. But you only get one.”

“How would you feel if I said that to you?”

The comment causes my face to burst into flames.

He has this thing where any time he makes me come with his fingers he then has to make me come with his mouth. It's some weird rule he invented...at least I think he invented it. Did he? That's not a real thing right?

Destin chortles again, this time with the crust of my pizza hanging out of his mouth. “I love when you're speechless.”

“Oh, you're just the worst...” Standing up, I grab my board and proceed to show him a small trick. It's nothing fancy, just a simple ollie to prove I'm not lying. When I roll back over, I toss a hand in the air. “See.”

“Huh.” He nods. “I would've never guessed in a million years you could skateboard.”

With a smile I kick my board up and catch it, the trick making him nod impressed further. “Well that's why you should never assume anything.”

“Where'd you learn to skate?”

“A group of friends in middle school. Learned a little more in high school. It was my go to sport when I wanted to get physical, but with glasses it's not the ideal one.”

“I love your glasses,” Destin immediately comments. “Do not get rid of them.”

“I'm stuck with them,” I innocently giggle.

“Can Angela skate?”

“No. She was good at your more traditional sports like volleyball. However, she loved hooking up with my skateboarding friends if they ever came over to the house. Insisted they could rotate their hips in ways football players couldn't. Or at least that was the gossip. Not real sure if she actually said that or not. She's never really talked to me much.”

Destin's face scrunches as he pulls his knees to his chest. “Did you hook up with any of them?”

Nonchalantly, I shake my head. “They weren't really my type.”

“What's your type?”

“Tall, dark, and tatted,” I flirt.

“Damn right it is.” He wiggles his eyebrows. After I giggle he asks, “So you and Angela weren't close at all growing up?”

“Nope.” A shrug escapes me. “Different interests. Different hobbies. Most of the time it felt like we were co-existing rather than siblings. Honestly? I share a similar relationship with my parents.”

A sad look comes across his face. “Didn't that bother you?”

“It used to when I was younger. It's hard enough having parents who aren't ever around, but it's even harder having a sibling not even acknowledge you exist. As I grew up, I accepted it for what it was. I had a house but not a home.”

Destin lets out a long deep exhale. “I can't imagine what it would be like to grow up
not
close to my brothers. To not have family.”

“It's a little different for you. You were triplets. Triple D to be exact.”

He offers me a slightly broken smile.

Shit...I shouldn't have said that.

Before I can undo the solemn vibe I've created Cage appears over my shoulder. “Hey you.”

“Cage,” I greet him warmly turning for a hug. He squeezes me tightly and I swear I hear a small growl.

Did you hear that too?

“Cage meet Destin. Destin this is Cage,” I introduce.

Casually he states, “I'm the boyfriend in the making.”

Cage laughs and extends his knuckles for a fist bump. “I gotcha bro. No worries from this side. Things between Az and I are mostly business.”

“Can we make it all business?” he questions.

“Destin!”

Cage laughs and fist bumps him again. “It's cas' bro. She films most of the videos for me and younger bro. We're hoping to pick up some sponsors attention and get put in one of the major games. Speaking of.” He turns back to me. “Couple weeks, huge event down at Melly Fare Park. I'll get you the exact date tonight. Gonna be a hot spot for sponsors. Can I count you in to come record?”

“Usual price?”

“I can swing a little more if necessary. We got a date?”

“We've got a date.”

“Just to be clear, this is a skateboarding thing right?” Destin clears his throat, the frustration wrinkles on his face poorly hidden.

He's jealous and that's adorable!

“Yeah bro,” Cage quickly replies. “You can come too. More support the better. I gotta get goin'. Caleb wants to whine about some trick he can't get tight. Az, I'll be in touch.” He fist bumps Destin again. “D man keep our favorite girl happy.”

Cage hops on his board and takes himself away.

“D Man?” Destin repeats. “That's fucking weird.”

Giggling I face him. “Is it?”

“It's Triple D.”

“Well he doesn't know that.”

“Well maybe he should,” he grumbles adjusting his folded legs again.

I roll my eyes. “I'll correct him next time.”

There's a small pause before Destin says, “I passed some of your video links and photos to a few guys I know who might be able to get you a job doing that kind of thing in the big leagues.”

Shocked, my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

“Nothing has come up yet, but yeah. The words out. Everyone agrees that you've got just as much talent off screen as they do on it.”

A warm feeling spreads through me. Uncertain of the last time someone, anyone cared enough to go the extra mile for me like that, I sniffle away the instinct to cry. “Why don't you hop on my board and see what you're made of?”

“Are you kidding?” His eyebrows dart down. “In front of all these people you want me to look like an idiot?”

Playfully, I nod. “Yeah kinda.”

With a good laugh, he hops up and shakes his head. “Fine. But you're kissing better any bumps and bruises I get.”

I lean up on the tips of my toes to swipe at his bottom lip with my tongue. “Better make them good ones then...”

Destin groans and bites the spot I just tasted.

While yes, he has been generous over the last few days, I haven't gotten to return the favor. Yet. I'm going to change that as soon as I can. Believe me on that one.

Over the next hour or so, I demonstrate the basics, which within themselves are a disaster worth laughing over time and time again. Destin does his best, but continuously falls or trips. None of the injuries are a big deal, but I keep my word and kiss him or the area he demands every time. It reminds me of what I picture learning to ride a bike looks like. Eventually he gets some good speed and distance going. Like expected, he gets over confident and tumbles off the board into a gathering of bushes. After making sure I have his phone and my keys, I hustle over to see the damage that's been done.

Pushing my way around through the bushes to the center of the protected area, I see Destin lying flat on his back.

“You okay?”

He lifts himself up to rest on his palms. “I looked like a moron.”

“You looked like a newbie.”

“Well this newbie now has a few scrapes and bruises that need to be kissed again.” He beckons me closer with a nod of his head. “Come here.”

Slowly I crawl over to him until our lips are nudging yet not touching. His warm breath against my mouth elicits the softest moans. When his tongue snakes out to stroke my top lip, I pounce incapable of withstanding the building friction.

Let me see you try.

Rapidly moving, our teeth gnash in a fit of out of control kisses and bites. Enamored with the fevered chaos the slightest physical connection creates, I kiss him harsher, pulling him into me by his shirt. Destin groans his compliance, his own hands yanking me closer by my belt loops. The two of us tumble backwards, my body straddling his. With one of his hands tangled in my hair and the other on my ass, I moan loudly. Our hips rock together the simulation of what's to come sooner rather than later enough to tempt me to throw out the idea of waiting any longer.

I'm trying not to be
that girl
, but he's making it really hard.

Pulling my lips off his, I drag them over to give his neck a bite as my body slips off to lie beside him.

A groan creeps out alongside my name, “Azura...”

Excited by the sound of my name, I give his neck another suck, this time letting my hand slide down his chest with one determination in mind. Soft whispers and grumbles continue to fall out of him, until I find success.

The second my hand wraps around his cock he loudly groans, “Fuck....”

“Shhh,” I whisper in his ear. “We don't wanna get caught.”

I repeat the stroke, the constriction of the situation obviously frustrating to both of us. Destin adjusts until he frees his cock from the jean prison it was suffering in. With a bit of nervousness as well as elation, I relocate my body between his legs, and capture the recently sprung prisoner with my mouth.

“Fuck!” He calls out so loudly, I let go. “Wh-”

My hand tightens over his mouth. In a whisper I scold, “I wanna keep going, but you have to be a little more quiet. Okay?”

His beautiful toffee eyes that are coated in euphoria plead loudly while his head simply nods. Removing my hand from his lips, I return mine to the taste I've been desperate to have. The second his cock is back against my tongue a strangled moan comes from him, vibrating my body with his. Drunk with exhilaration, I suck harder, lower my mouth further, each movement feeling like scraps being tossed to a starving animal. I begin to move voraciously with the inability to mollify the craving that's coursing through my blood and pooling between my thighs. Somehow with every inch I take I become more insatiable, the flavor more deliriously delectable.

Destin's choked voice says, “Fuck...” There's more grumbles, but then he repeats, “Fuck.”

When his fingers wind in my hair helping keep the bobbing of his cock at a pleasant pace for both of us, something inside of me snaps. Something calls to me to slide him in further.

Destin's dick stiffens at the change of depth just as his hand grips my hair tightly, “Fuck, I'm coming.” Warm rush after warm rush fills my mouth at such a speed, my body that felt like it was dying without his dick diving deep just seconds ago, actually reaches a level of contentment.

Slowly I deliver one final caress with my tongue before giving the spent organ it's final freedom. I wipe away any remaining proof of what occurred from the corners of my mouth and lift my head up, face glistening with bliss. A level of pride seeps into my system as I watch Destin struggle to lift his limp body up. When he finally does, his mouth opens flashing me his magical partner in crime, but he doesn't say anything.