My Side (20 page)

I pulled on pajamas
and climbed into my bed. The cool air made me miss Boston. I liked our
apartment. I liked it being the two of us, well and Danny. But he was more of a
pet.

I pulled the covers
up, switched off my light, and closed my eyes. When I heard his footsteps, I
smiled.

“You’re a looser.”

He made a sound I
didn’t recognize. I opened my eyes to see a glint of something in the
moonlight. It shone bright—sparkled.

I frowned, “What’s
that?”

He whispered, “Be
mine.”

I closed my eyes,
“What are you doing? Are you proposing? ‘Cause I already told you how that
makes me feel.”

He climbed onto the
bed next to me, “No. I would, but your ex-boyfriend already stole the thunder
on the one-month proposal. This is my idea of a guarantee. I know you won’t
marry me, but wear this and be mine.”

The ring was huge. I
shook my head, “I can’t accept something like that from you. Are those
diamonds? Is this your first time having money?”

He laughed, “Sometimes
you’re such a bad person. They’re white sapphire so you don’t say something
shitty, like I can’t accept that from you, and is this your first time having
money.”

I laughed softly. I
looked up at his face, “I am yours. I don’t need jewelry to prove the point.”

He flicked the light
on and pulled the ring out of the Tiffany’s box. He took my hand and slid it on
my ring finger, but of my right hand. I looked at it and smiled. The band was a
music note that wrapped around my finger. It was amazing and stunning. I looked
up, “Okay.” I did love white sapphires.

His blue eyes lit up.
He lay beside me, not kissing me.

“Why won’t you sleep
with me?”

He looked over at me,
“I don’t like to do things my mom would be ashamed of.”

I cocked an eyebrow,
“Liar.”

He made a
condescending face, “I mean, the stuff I would actually tell her. I’m sure she
has no desire to know about the random acts of…. anyway. If she ever asked me
if I disrespected you…” He gave me a sincere look, “I don’t lie to my mom.
She’s a saint.”

I smiled and kissed his
nose, “You’re so weird.” I was already touching the ring, rolling it back and
forth. How did he know my size? How did he know, I would say all of that? How
did he know me so well? I thought about the things I would have guessed about
him; there weren’t many things I was sure of. Of course, I was predicable and
he was chaotic, that didn’t help me. “I think you’re being dramatic. We’ve had
sex and neither of us is innocent in anything.” I held my hand up, “And you
gave me a ring.”

He kissed my cheek, “I
have a serious question to ask you.”

I waited as a smile
played with his lips.

“Is there seriously
something called the Fargodome?”

I
laughed and smacked him
,
“You suck.
Stop
with the Fargo hate. That movie won a lot of awards. It was well done, and
yeah, so we talk funny if we relax our hold on the accent.”

He rolled on his side,
“Just say it. Say oh jeeze, or yeah, or the heck do you mean, or okay. Say it.”

I cocked an eyebrow,
“What’s in it for me?”

His look melted my
heart, “I gave you my heart,
a
ring, my loyalty, and I
think you even have my soul. What more do you want?”

I licked my lips.

He nodded, “Fine. I’ll
make it worth your while.”

Thinking about it for
a second, I nodded and put my hand out. He shook it and kissed it softly.

I cleared my throat
and gave him an evil look. He grinned. I sighed and spit the whole thing out at
once, “Ohhhh Jeeze, Marge. You okaayyy?
Ohhh yaaaaaaa, me
tooooo.
What theheckdoya mean?”

He laughed hard,
silent but hard. He shook his head, “Brilliant. I never knew you had it in
you.”

“Me either,” I rolled
my eyes and turned the light off, “My payment, sir.”

He flicked the light
on, “I want to see you.”

I made the sound I
made around him, “No lights.” I closed my eyes but he bit my arm. I gasped,
“Ow.”

He gave me a look,
“You watch what I do or no deal.”

I pleaded with my
eyes, “No. That wasn’t part of it.”

He got a wicked grin,
“My way or no way.” I had already humiliated myself in front of him, how was
this different? I nodded before he got some crazy notion about leaving.

He pulled down my
boxers, kissing my calf and massaging my leg, as he made his way up to my
thigh. I sucked in when he kissed to the top of my thigh. He ran his tongue
across to my slit, licking the whole way up. I clutched the sheets, forcing
myself to look down on it. It was hot, seeing the passionate look in his eyes,
but it was much hotter seeing his tongue flicking into me.

He sat back and kissed
my other leg. He took his time, kissing and licking until his tongue was back
between my legs.

He got a devilish look
on his face as he inserted his finger into me. “You want this, princess?”

I was having a hard
time taking a full breath. I nodded. He was slowly dragging his finger in and
out of me. It was so slow, I tried to push against him, fuck his finger myself.
He shook his head, “What should I do next?”

I felt the horror on
my face. He dragged the finger slowly, agonizingly slowly. “You tell me what to
do or I stop.”

“Faster,” I managed to
get out.

He tilted his head,
“Faster how? One finger or two?” He inserted a second finger. I moaned, “Two.”

His smug smile lifted,
“You want me to fuck you like this?” His fingers thrust faster. I gasped, but
then he changed his movement, “Or do you want me to massage the G spot?”

My eyes started to
droop, “G spot.”

He ran his free hand
up my torso, lifting my shirt and freeing my breasts. He slid down beside me
and started to suckle, also slowly. He bit my nipple lightly, tugging it.
Watching him wasn’t uncomfortable anymore
,
it was beautiful
. His perfect lips wrapped around my nipple,
kissing and sucking, made me hot. He smiled, “What’s making you so wet? The
watching or the feeling?”

I bit my lip. He
stopped everything and looked up at me, expectantly. I growled, “All of it.”

“You like watching?”

I nodded. It was a
white lie, I didn’t like it, but it turned me on.

He shook his head, “I
can’t hear you.”

I gulped, “I like
watching.” My words were weak, desperate.

He sat up again,
sticking a hand under me, tilting my angle by grabbing a handful of my ass. He
thrust his fingers fast again, but maintained the motion he was doing. My eyes
shut,
there was no opening them. He fucked me, until I lost
control and came for him. He rubbed his thumb over my clit as the pressure
released. I clamped around him, twitching and trying desperately to not cry
out.
My ragged breath was interrupted by his lips
.

He slid his tongue
into my mouth, pulling his fingers out as my orgasm ended. He kissed me, taking
my breath from me. His lips played with mine, toying with me with nibbles and
bites.

I whispered into the
side of his face as he kissed my cheeks, “I want you to fuck me, Loch.”

He shook his head.

I opened my
eyes,
“I want you inside of me.” I pleaded with my eyes.

He gave me a look,
“No. This is non-negotiable.”

I pushed him on his
back and climbed on his cock. I moved slightly, pushing my wetness against his
rough jeans. He clenched his jaw, “Fuck off, Erin.”

I grinned at him and
said it before I lost my nerve, “I’m going to fuck you then.”

He laughed, something
like the bad guy in a movie would. It was dark and sinister. I slid his shirt
up the way he had mine, so only his mouth was showing.
His
nose and eyes were covered, by the shirt up
over his head. I leaned
forward and sucked his bottom lip, biting it. I raked my nails down his inked
chest and dropped my mouth onto his nipple barbell. I flicked it with my tongue
as my hands went for his belt. Undoing his pants was hard, being on top of him
and holding him down. He was trying to struggle with his shirt, “Jokes over.
This is exactly what I want
but,
come on, not here. I
promised your Dad, baby.”

I hopped off of him,
grabbed a couple scarves from the rack on the wall and leapt back onto him,
just as he was pulling his shirt down and giving me an evil look. I shoved his
head back, wrapping a scarf around his wrist.

“Oh, you wanna play
this game do you?” a darker smile crossed his lips. He tried to pull me off
with the other hand, but I pushed his arms down with my legs. My bare pussy was
close to his face. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Well, I was sure, but I
wasn’t letting myself think about it, or what I wanted to do about it.

I wound the scarf to
the bedpost and grabbed the other one. I dragged his hand and tied it to the
other post. He wasn’t fighting me anymore. His breathing was messy and his
heartbeat was wild.

I sat back and looked
at him, my prisoner. I smiled at myself, but then I didn’t know what to do
next.

I wriggled my lips and
looked back at the massive erection he was sporting. I got up and pulled his
jeans and socks off. I dragged the boxers down and looked at him. Running my
hands up his thighs, I dug in hard. He was soft with me, maybe too soft. I
wasn’t going to be. I raked my nails up his inner thigh and grabbed at his
skin. He sucked air.

I kissed his thigh,
next to his balls. I didn’t have any dirty talking, so I had to work harder
than he had. His singing and dirty talking was half the orgasm for me.

I sucked one of his
balls into my mouth. He gasped again, making me grin. I kissed next to his
cock, sliding my tongue along the shaft. He was writhing, “Put it in your
mouth.”

As if by instinct I
tugged his barbell. He moaned. I shushed him with a giggle. I kissed his belly
right where the top of his cock was. He tried pushing to make it go in my
mouth, but I moved again. I dragged my tongue down the other side of his cock.

I’d watched
porn,
I had something of an idea on what to do. I’d given a
blow job
before, but not to someone like him. I sat between
his legs and grabbed his erection. It was strong and thick. I bent forward and
licked the top. He bucked. I grabbed his barbell again, “Sit still, dammit.”

He grinned, “Suck it.”

I laughed. I liked the
tone in his voice and the words he said. I bent more forward and put the head
in my mouth. I licked my tongue all around, getting it wet. He was moaning and
thrusting on his own, by the time I got it in my mouth. I could swallow back
half of it. I wasn’t a porn star, just
a porn
Googler.
I licked up and down the shift and put my mouth on it again, lowering as far as
I could go. I stroked the part I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He was getting into
a rhythm and I could feel his cock starting to tense in a funny way. I stopped
instantly. He tried to push it at me, “Erin, you’re killing me. Come on. Finish
me off, baby.”

I sat there with my
hands on his thighs and an evil idea in my mind. Who knew I was such a deviant.
I crawled up his body and sat on his cock. His breathing stopped. He struggled
with the scarves and blindfolds, “Don’t you do that.”

I rotated my hips,
sliding my wet slit up and down his hard cock. He shook his head, “I gave my
word.”

I leaned forward and
lifted his cock, “Fuck your word. You gave yourself to me. So your word only
matters to me.” I lifted his cock back and slid myself down the shaft. I moaned
as he filled all the space there was, and even made some room. I lifted and sat
back down.

His mouth was
completely slack, as if frozen in shock. I could have clapped my
hands,
giddy with the control I had over him. He was big and
strong, and yet, there he lay, under my thumb.

I rode him, slowly
like he had me. I lifted right to the head and sunk back down. My breathing was
starting to go nuts. I moaned and rotated my hips more. I sat forward sticking
a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and I fucked. He sped up the flicking and
sucking, and somehow it made me move quicker. I was about to orgasm a second
time, but I stopped myself. I sat there, pulsating on his shaft. I made a hard
decision. I slid up him slowly and let his erection lie back on his belly,
covered in me.

He shook his head and
tried to get out of the scarves. I leaned forward and kissed his lips, “Your
word is intact, sir.”

He snapped at me, “I’m
going to fuck you so hard.”

I grinned against his
face, “I don’t think you will be.” I ran my fingers along his chest, tracing
his tattoos and laughing softly.

He flexed and ripped
one of the scarves a bit. I saw how red his hand was from the blood pooling in
it and wanted to help him get it off, but I didn’t. I sat back on top of his
erection, resting it between my wet lips and giggling, as he struggled with it
all. The shirt made moving his arms difficult, and the scarves were not easy to
tear. In a hard tug he got one hand free. He pulled the shirt off his head; his
eyes were black as night. He ripped the second scarf to shreds and growled. My
heart was racing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him with all my
might. He sat up, grabbed my hips and positioned me for reentry. He thrust in,
grabbing my hips and forcing me to ride him.