Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) (14 page)

“You like when I fuck your ass baby. This is
mine. My ass.” She moans in my ear coaxing me, loving me, pleasing
me. She is driving me crazy with lust and need.

“You’re going to come for me baby you
ready?”

She fingers my ass with ferocity harder and
harder … her finger pinching my clit firmly, rolling it between her
fingers. Oh yes! I’m going to...Yes! Oh yes! I’m…..

I clamp my ass down around her finger and
YES!!! I break into a huge orgasm by body rears back. She lets go
of my clit and holds onto me. Steading me. Letting me ride the hot
sultry wave of ecstasy. Oh yes!

She slips her finger out of me and turns me
around, pushing me against the wall. Leaning down she picks up my
panties. My shoes are still on and she gently glides my panties
around my ankles and reaches up and opens my clef with her fingers
and tongues it drinking my juices, lapping me hard like she needed
a taste.

“If you keep that up I’m going to have to go
again.” I groan loving her tongue on me.

“I can’t get enough of your pussy baby.” She
moans tonguing my clef again. I reach down and press her head to my
folds. Sighing with pleasure. My body still reeling from my
orgasm.

“I can’t get enough of you licking me
either.” I groan. I can feel it burning in me. She’s going to make
me need her again and we’ve been in this bathroom long enough.

“Please, when Johnathan is fucking you with
his monster cock don’t forget me.” She says her voice is sad and
her eyes droopy. She is worried I will forget her. That’s why she
wanted to come to lunch. To show what I’d be missing. It all makes
sense now.

She pulls away from my core with her mouth
and slides a finger between my lips over my juices. I reach down
and grab her chin as she fucks my slit with her finger.

“Look at me Claire.” She gazes up to me
kneeling between my legs, her blue eyes seeping into mine. Her face
is sad. All I want her to be is happy. My Claire needs to be happy.
“I’m not going to forget about you. He already knows I want you.
I’m not going to stop wanting you to touch me Claire. You make me
feel so good.” I reassure her with a soft and gently tone. Wiggling
with the pressure she is building between my legs with her
finger.

Her eyes still locked on mine, she says.
“Babe, I can’t not have your pussy or your ass. I need it. You make
me happy when you let me touch you and fuck you. I’ve never wanted
a woman like I want you. But please don’t let him touch your ass. I
know I don’t have a right to ask. But please. I know I can’t have
all of you. So can I please have that?” desperation fills the air
between us. I don’t think she understands I would have never went
the anal route if it wasn’t for her. She is gentle with it in her
own way. I’d never let something like Johnathan’s cock in me. That
would hurt badly. But she’s sensual and needy and loving about it.
That’s why I love it so much with her. Only her. The thought it
with Johnathan seems wrong in some way. Maybe it’s because my pussy
is for him. Or maybe I don’t want to taint the one thing Claire and
I can share together. Just us.

“Claire. I promise I won’t let Johnathan have
what’s ours to share. That part of me is just for you. Only you. As
long as you want it.”

“Thank you baby.” She says and leans over and
tongues my clef again.

“You’re… Oh Claire…We have to stop…Or I’m
going to have to come again.” I pant, I’m on edge.

“Then come baby. I want to suck your juices.
I want to always remember how you taste.” She groans her lips
kissing my mound.

I press her face to me. She sticks out her
tongue. “Hump my face.” She orders.

I grab her head and force her tongue to fuck
my clit hard.

It doesn’t take long and I come again. She
helps me dress and we leave the stall and wash our hands and clean
up our I-just-fucked faces.

We left the bathroom at the restaurant and
found Stacy and James with shit eating grins on their faces
standing the parking lot waiting for us. I kissed Claire good-bye
with tongue in front of them. She squeezed my ass and now we are on
our way in the suburban to the airport and we’re going to be
late.

“How did you fuck her in the bathroom?” Stacy
asks curious, sitting in the front next to James quiet as a church
mouse. We’re driving through the bays of the airport headed for the
private jet.

“Honestly? She took off my pants. Made me
spread em’ like I’m getting frisked and she had her way with me.” I
smile. Thinking about how much fun I just had with her.

“Man she’s kinky. How does she do it? You
know since she doesn’t have the equipment.”

Man he’s nosy. He usually shares these
stories with me but I’ve never had the chance to do it in return
because I never had the experience before. This is kind of fun.

“Stace, she has a tongue and two hands. And
kinky isn’t even close to the word I’d use to describe Claire.” I
laugh.

“She’s a dom isn’t she?”

“Yes…How’d you know?”

“Well, I’ve only met her a few times. But she
gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse to be her date in DC. She’s
fucked you in two bathrooms and at a hotel. And the way she spoke
to the waitress today staking her claim on you. She’s like a man
but with a nice pair of tits and a pussy between her legs.”

“She didn’t stake a claim she was being sweet
so the waitress would stop being a bitch. And yes she’s kind of
like a dude. She’s dirty mouthed during sex and it’s hot.” I giggle
and blush. I can’t believe I just said that.

“Whatever you say. But I’m sure James over
here agrees. She’s got it bad for you. If a lesbian is willing to
share her woman with a man to keep her she wants something.”

“Yeah sex. DUH!” I roll my eyes.

“No, not just sex. Look at this Em, if I was
dating a gay dude who pampered me and I wanted to be in a
relationship with a girl and fuck her too. Do you think he’d be all
hunky-dory with that shit? I think not. She only puts up with it
because if she doesn’t she doesn’t get to ride the Emily train. And
she wants to ride it that bad. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have been
staking claim over those babies today like they were hers to
protect. Trust me I know what I’m talking about. I’ve played in the
bi world a hell of a lot more years than you.”

I’m sorry but I think Stacy is full of shit.
He may play the sex with both sexes card. But I’m the one who is
living it and I know how Claire is. If she wanted to be with me
other than fucking me she would say it. She’s well versed in
staking claim to my ass. I think if she wanted me she’d do that
same.

“Okay, we’ll see Stace. I don’t think it’s
that way. I know she likes me. But she wouldn’t be talking about me
fucking Johnathan while we were getting it on in the bathroom if
she wanted me all to herself. She has a sub that pleases her and
she uses me to please me. It’s like a full circle of pleasure. I
can’t understand why I like her and like what we do, but I do, just
like I love cock. But if she’d want me she’d tell me. I’m sure of
it.”

“Alright Em, I hope you’re right because if
you’re not that lesbo is going to get hurt. And you’re going to be
the one breaking her heart. Now let’s go inside.”

We park outside the plane and James helps me
out of the truck. He grabs my luggage and refuses to let me carry
it just like he refused to let me put it in the truck, to begin
with. I’m not an invalid but apparently I’m incapable of carrying a
damn piece of luggage.

Stacy gets on the plane, and then James and I
bring up the rear. Inside I see Keith and Price on the couch. D’s
sitting on a chair sipping a beer; he winks at me when I come in.
What a perv. I turn inside the cabin and there’s hot sexy Johnathan
talking to someone on the phone and son of a fucking bitch! Jasmine
the woman from work that I hate is sitting next to Johnathan. She
peers up to me with a snooty smile. I hate that woman! Talk about
my fucking awesome day getting shit on by little miss I’ve-fucked-
Johnathan hardy-har-har.

“Hey guys.” I wave with a pretty smile,
putting Ms. Bitch-face on ignore.

I get a bunch of greetings back. Davis comes
out of the bathroom and takes a seat. There are two long tan
leather couches and ten captain’s chairs in the cabin with fold out
wall tables to use for convince. Then in the back there’s a small
galley kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. It’s rather spacious. Not
close to the size of a regular commercial airliner but it’s not
small either.

The stewardess closes the door and takes her
seat. The pilot announces our departure and for us to take a seat.
The flight to San Fran is only an hour tops. This way I can get
away from Jasmin as soon as we land.

I sit on a couch next to Keith, taking a load
off. Completely reveling in the sated sensation flowing through my
veins.

“Hey beautiful I love the shirt and that hair
is smoking.” D says leaning over from his captain’s chair.

“Did you forget what’s inside of me or need I
remind you?” I scold.

“Just because you got those, doesn’t mean
I’ll stop complimenting you. You’re hot even if you get fat.” He
teases with a sly smile, and I instantly want to slap him.

“What about my short stack being fat?”
Johnathan chimes in, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Stupid
whore scoots closer to him with her skanky leg touches his.

I glare at D. “He already knows. So you can
say whatever you want.” I snicker.

“I was talking to Em saying she’s going to be
hot even when she gets fat carrying your babies.” He says smugly
pushing out his chest, fingering the rim of his beer.

Keith chokes on his water next to me.
“What?!”

“Awe fuck D. I was just gonna break the news
once we got in the air.”

The plane takes off into the sky and I hold
onto the seat tightly. I hate this part. The bitch inches closer to
Johnathan acting like it’s the airplanes force taking her there.
I’m half tempted to stand and yank by her hair and shove her into
the bathroom for the rest of the flight. Or throw her out a fucking
window. I wouldn’t be like this with another woman but with her,
GAME ON!

The plane levels out and I feel like I can
finally breathe again.

“You’re pregnant?” Keith turns and asks, eyes
wide.

“Fuck yeah she is! Johnathan going to be a
daddy. Not just one baby but two. That hot chick’s got two babies
in that oven.” D cuts in, all excited and shit.

I shake my head.

“God damnit D. Stop it, will ya?” Johnathan
chastises.

“Nope, because Emily is going to be real mad
and want to keep those little beauties away from you once she finds
out what
else
you were going to tell us.” D, says with a
naughty cunning smirk. His eyes shifting over into something
dark.

“Dude you better shut the fuck up now! Or I
will kill you.” Johnathan yells his voice drumming deeply.

I’m intrigued and not in a good way.

“Nope, I won’t. None of you bitches were even
going to be honest with her unless the time came.” He points to
everyone including James and Stacy.

“Be honest about what D?” I ask calmly even
thought I am anything but.

“Don’t you fucking tell her!” Johnathan
threatens staring hard daggers at Deacon.

Deacon rubs his hands through his hair and
then his chin like he’s thinking, contemplating.

“She has a right to know.” Deacon blurts,
tapping his finger on his chin.

“I was going to tell her later. When we are
alone.”

Ok I’m fucking had enough of this shit.
Something is being hid and I’m already fucking fed up and this
bitch is about to touch Johnathan and I am going to rip her blonde
hair out of her head.

“Listen dick wads this between the fucking
lines game has gotta stop.” I stand up.

“And you!” I bark pointing my finger at the
blonde I hate. “You so much as touch
my
man,
I don’t
give a fuck if I’m pregnant. I will fuck your shit up. Rip that
pretty little blonde hair right out of your motherfucking head. You
got me bitch?”

Johnathan’s eyes get as big as basketballs
and glances over at Jasmine who looks just about the same. Deacon
laughs so loud it echoes in the room. And James is smiling ear to
ear. I’ve got my hand on my hip and I’m steaming fucking pissed.
I’ve pretty saucy most of the time add baby hormones and it’s like
a damn light switch up in this body.

“Yeah don’t you look all innocent either one
of you.” I wag my finger between them. “I know you banged her once
upon a time. I know the look of a woman who’s had your anaconda
dick in her. Plus it’s pretty likely you’ve fucked half of LA by
now. So it’s just a matter of time that one of them works or worked
for you.” I sass.

“Oh hell yeah that’s an awesome name Em… Yo
dudes, Johnathan’s cock is officially called the Anaconda!” Deacon
cuts in.

I turn and hit him with a hard I’m-not-amused
stare.

“Listen Emily. I haven’t had sex with
Johnathan in a while.” The bitch speaks up.

I open my hand and snap it closed fast like
an alligator’s mouth. “Shut up. I don’t care what you have to say.
All I want to know is what the
big
fucking secret is that
Johnathan has to wait and tell me later.”

“You better tell her.” Stacy adds quietly,
like he’s afraid to talk.

“Okay…” Johnathan runs his hands through his
beautiful brown hair and sighs. “So… Ashley is this girl… I mean
this woman… who’s our other manager. Stacy’s been doing her job
too. Her mom died about three months ago so she took some time off.
Which I said was cool. I’m the boss so I have that choice. So
anyway….”

I cut him off. “So this means I’m fired
because she’s back? Is that that point? It’s not that hard to say.
It’s not a big deal.” I shrug, animatedly talking with my hands. My
attitude level is at a ten right now. I should really simmer down.
But I can’t.