Chapter Four
My classes were pretty much a blur with my thoughts constantly on the one thing that seemed out of reach. Could it be that I wanted him because I couldn’t have him? I had to find out the answer, but I had no idea how to go about it.
I got home and didn’t have much on my plate which left me to think about how this would affect my family. We had never been close growing up and I might’ve been a little harsh on him to keep him from sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. I didn’t have any feelings towards him one way or the other growing up. He was just there and I tried to put on a brave face for my mother.
I could smell something cooking and the flavor was intoxicating. I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I saw him in his element with the chef apron over his bare chest. He had found the stash of beer in the freezer in the garage. He was already four cans into a six pack.
“There’s my big sister…she…she’s really my stepsister and what I have been thinking about her is not anything I can say out loud.” Liquor had a funny way of loosening lips and lowering inhibitions and that was what was happening to Bailey.
The charcoal briquettes were giving the meat a nice smoky aroma, but I was no longer interested in what was on the menu. I was more interested in something delectable and hard to take my eyes off of. He was giving me an open invitation and I was forcing myself not to do anything while he was under the influence.
“It looks like somebody has started the party without me. I have a bit to catch up, but I can pretty much drink anybody under the table.” I got a little closer and I saw the makings of a black eye forming around the socket of his right eye. He didn’t look any worse for wear, but somebody had taken a swing and most likely found themselves on the receiving end of a beating.
“Chelsea, I don’t know what it is, but last night I finally saw you for the first time. I’ve always wanted your undivided attention, but I was too young to understand you needed to be with people your own age. We’re both consenting adults and what happens behind closed doors is our business.” He was slurring his words, but he still seemed like he was in full control of his faculties.
“I’m trying to understand what you’re saying without reading too much into it. I find myself thinking the same thing about you and I thought that I was the only one.” There was no way that he would be able to confess his feelings if the liquor wasn’t flowing heavily through his veins.
“I don’t know how many ways to say it and maybe actions do speak louder than words.” He grabbed me abruptly, holding my waist and pulling me towards him until I could smell his beer-soaked breath.
He tried to kiss me, but I fought back with very little conviction. I slapped his chest playfully letting him know this was his chance to bow out gracefully.
“You’re just teasing me and it’s cruel and unusual punishment in my opinion. If I thought you meant anything of what you’re saying then we might be having a different conversation without pants.” His hands had grabbed onto my ass, squeezing the cheeks and making me come in contact with something unfurling inside his own pants.
“I was barely able to keep my hands to myself last night. I almost took matters into my own hands, but I was too exhausted to finish anything I started. I got up early and wanted to go across the hall to give you a different kind of wake-up call.” I was barely able to speak and his words were melting any preconceived notions.
He kissed me hot and heavy with his fingers playing down the small of my back along my spine. I fell into his embrace, his tongue searching out and finding my own. It was a passion unleashed and the chains had come off of what turned into more of an obsession.
My eyes were wide open staring at his glazed pupils and I had never had such a kiss that made me feel like I was floating off of my feet. There was no awkward moment and it felt like we had been doing it for quite some time. I was dipped backward perilously close to the barbecue, but the heat was nothing compared to the scorching presence of his loins.
He released me momentarily and I stumbled back and fell into one of the deck chairs. I was flushed and there were no words that could possibly describe what I was feeling.
“I hope I didn’t do anything monumentally stupid. I thought there was a vibe, but I’ve always been oblivious to how a woman’s mind works. You can tell me to go to hell and we will never talk about this again. You might think that I have overindulged, but I know exactly what I’m doing.” He was saying everything I wanted to hear and my finger touched my lips where he had just vacated.
He rushed over and got down on his knees in a subservient role. He fumbled with my jeans; pulling down the zipper and then undoing them, long enough for me to lift my body to let him release me from the burden of my denim prison.
My panties were already soaked through and he peeled them down over my legs until he had my legs draped lazily over his broad shoulders. I watched fascinated as he inhaled the aroma from the crotch of my panties, making a sound that only an animal would make before forcing my knees apart to witness the way that I split down the middle.
I lifted his face so that we were seeing things the same way. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret in the morning. We do this and there’s no coming back.”
He smiled with his lids half closed and then he leaned forward and let me feel the hot breath of his mouth coming in contact with my clit.
My legs were in the air now and one swipe of his tongue made my toes curl. He force fed me his oral digit, invading my personal space and taking liberties with my need to be pleased. He rained kisses on the inside of my thighs before once again using his thumbs to open me to his oral prowess. Whoever had given him these lessons had done womankind a favor and I was now in the position to enjoy what he had to offer.
“You taste delicious. Chelsea and I’ve had fantasies about this moment for longer than you think. You’ve always been the guilty pleasure I used to fuel my moments alone.”
The very thought of him pleasuring himself by his own hand thinking about me was enough to make me cream down the inside of my legs.
“I’m sure there are other uses for your mouth than talking.” My train of thought was ruined by the distraction of his sweet tongue entering and then retreating many times. I lifted my body and I was grabbing onto his head with both hands with my fingernails digging into his scalp.
His enthusiasm was infectious and I felt like my body was about to go off the rails. It was coming after me and I had no reason to escape the clutches of the orgasm bearing down. It happened with flashes of light dancing in my vision and my whole body humping in the air to make greater contact with his lips. I rode the wave of euphoria, cascading into a pleasure unknown to me until that moment.
He wasn’t just going through the motions and this was a man who really treasured the time he spent going down on a woman. He showed there was more to him than a 5-minute wonder and I was about to find out what kind of stamina he had over others.
“You have literally taken my breath away.” I was having a hard time breathing, but if I were to die then I was going to do it with a smile on my face.
I was writhing in sweet agony and he ravenously attacked me like a man who was taking no prisoners. I was his lifeline and he was making me a substitute for those things that kept him up at night.
I didn’t know where his tongue started and ended. It was like he was two different people and the one that I was getting intimately acquainted with was a man who knew what it took to bring a woman to her knees. I used my foot pressed against his bare chest to push him away with his tongue moving across his mouth as if he couldn’t get enough.
“I’m sorry if I got carried away, but I just couldn’t stop. I could’ve stayed down there much longer, but I understand how sensitive a woman can get after too many climaxes.”
I had lost count after the fourth one and I was going to need a moment to catch my breath before showing him the proper hospitality.
“I need…one moment to compose myself and then you better watch out.” He wasn’t taking any chances and on the possibility I was going to chicken out, he decided to up the ante. Unzipping his pants and dropping them and his underwear was like I was seeing the clouds parting.
“You’ve been hiding that from me all of this time and I had no idea. You should be ashamed of keeping that thing hidden and any woman in their right mind would jump into your arms for the chance to be with you.” He took my hand and placed it on the column of flesh that seemed to have no end. I didn’t want to give in willingly, but any chance to refrain vanished when I curled my hand around the thick 9-inch piece of pleasure.
I committed his appendage to memory, looking at it from every angle and concentrating my attention on the long and pronounced vein in the back. I touched him and he jumped like he had been touched with an electric prod. I cradled his balls and found them heavy and full of the essence of life.
“I could say the same thing about you, but you weren’t very shy about showing your body in the skimpiest of outfits. You have any idea what that did to me? I hungered in silence, begging for that moment when you would see me in a different light and knowing you were completely oblivious to my problem. I had to stay in my room or risk you seeing how I felt about you.”
His mouth had the magical touch, but I was going to do things to his manhood that was going to keep him on a short leash.