Quill
A part of me felt so conflicted inside. I wanted Black more than I had ever wanted any other person in my entire life, but I wasn’t sure this was the right timing. We had evaded explosions and Black had told me the most heartbreaking story I’d ever heard, which had some odd parallels to my own life. I didn’t know if Black wanted me because he saw a reflection of Sunshine, needed comfort, or truly wanted me. But the rest of me didn’t care. Black wanted me and I was going to let him have me.
The feel of Black’s big hand cupping the back of my head, pulling me toward his lips, was almost surreal. I’d thought so much about him to the point I questioned if I was obsessed. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, but the need to feel as much of him as he’d let me was all consuming. And I went willingly mouth-first into my fairytale.
Bourbon and Black assaulted my senses as hungry mouths and eager tongues collided in a ravenous kiss that never ended. I barely felt Black lift me, his hands gripping my ass. He was walking us somewhere, I didn’t know, didn’t care. I’d go to the ends of the earth and plunge into Hell for this man at this moment.
Then I was falling, and a rush of cold encompassed me as we separated. My nerves were squashed and Black hovered over me, smiling.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you, Quill. I just wanted you in my bed.”
Don’t be afraid. I spent my life around men who only made me feel fear. Like walking on eggshells was the only way to move. With the snap of his fingers, Black could make them all disappear. His power was immeasurable. I could be snuffed from this world at his request and no one would ever know. And none of that mattered, because I wasn’t afraid of him. I felt safe.
When Black removed his shirt, I froze. His skin glistened with passion’s sweat, there were ripples and curves that showed how hard he worked at sculpting his body, but it was the tattoo across his chest that had me mesmerized. Wings.
“Angel?” I questioned as my fingers grazed over the ink.
“Phoenix.” His intense eyes bore into mine.
“You rose again?”
He shook his head. “I’m always rising.”
He didn’t wear his memories on his back where they could hide and be forgotten, they were front and center. Reminding him that from these ashes, he will always rise.
“It’s amazing, you’re amazing.”
The side of his mouth rose, and all conversation ended when he removed his pants. There he was like a perfect giant. Energy, power, sex, and passion pulsated over his naked body. He was art, and the unworthiness returned.
“What was that?” he asked as he knelt on the bed, so close I could feel his heat, smell his scent.
“Nothing, just…” I shook my head and feigned a smile. “You’re hotter than I thought you’d be.”
With narrowed eyes, Black once again crawled over me. “I’m pushing fifty, Quill. In a few years, I will be over the hill and you’ll still be in your twenties. When I looked at you all these months, I saw a kid. Someone too young to know shit. But you know more than most. You’re stunning, and while you look at me and see a God, I look at you and see an angel. An untouchable angel I shouldn’t want but do. Don’t feel unworthy, feel appreciated.”
Like I was precious, Black removed each piece of my clothing with frustrating slowness. I wanted to jump him at the same time I was enjoying this odd tenderness I’d never experienced before. When he got to my legs, he slid my silky pants off, kissing all the way down to the ankle. I would have wept with the kindness he showed me if I wasn’t so fucking horny.
“You usually wear black bracelets.” His fingers touched over the silver bangles on my wrist as they rested across my abdomen. My legs slid on either side of him and his incredible body inched even closer.
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to say many words at all.
“There’s a story there?” He arched an eyebrow and I knew he’d discover everything. So, I slid them off and tossed them to the side. I raised my arms where faint lines adorned both sides.
A storm raged in his silver eyes, one of anger, protectiveness. The lion that rippled beneath his surface looked ready to roar.
“It was right after my father died. My world felt suffocating. The loneliness slammed into me daily after seeing how my mom was disappearing before my eyes and how my brother was. Well, I saw a video on YouTube. Some guy said it released his demons, the darkness in his veins, and he could feel something other than the sadness, the forever loneliness that was drowning him.”
Black gently rubbed his pointer over the lines. “Did it?”
I shook my head. “I did it the first time and just felt pain. I wasn’t a fan of pain. So, I thought I did it wrong. I did it a few more times, but no. My brother saw them once and told me I was such a failure, I couldn’t even kill myself right, and then I was shown a different kind of torture.”
Black covered my body with his, his arms on both sides of my head, cradling me in a safe, secure, and fucking hot cocoon.
“I’m sorry you’ve felt so much pain. I’m sorry no one saved you.”
“You did.” His eyebrows were bushy but sculpted, blond with a few silver streaks. I wanted to feel them, so I did.
“I didn’t save you, not yet. But I will figure this all out. When it’s over, you will be free.”
Be free. It was an odd thing to say. “And you?”
He tilted his head. “Me?”
“Will I be free of you or will what’s about to happen here end here?”
He stared at me, unspoken words saying so much.
“Let’s get through tonight then, shall we?” I tried to wiggle, but his weight was too much, so I wrapped my legs around him. “If I only get tonight, then you best be rockin’ my world.”
He leaned in, taking my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slid over my teeth and I could’ve come right there from his kiss alone. When breathing became an issue, he eased down to my neck, licking and sucking, eliciting moans that sounded inhuman. It felt like my body was firing synapses through my brain and body. I had never felt such electricity.
“God, Black, your mouth.”
When he was at the juncture of my leg and cock, he gave me a sensuous look. Could you die from an orgasm? I thought it was possible, because I wasn’t sure I’d get through this alive.
When he took my cock in his mouth, I thought death was imminent. When the suction surrounding my hardened flesh became almost too much, I might have screamed, “I’m dying.”
“No, no, no, you’re not dying tonight. Not even a little bit.” He winked, then sat back just enough to lift my legs so my knees were on the sides of my head. Before I could say another word, his mouth was on my hole. Tongue, teeth, and lips. What the fuck? No one had ever rimmed me, or cared much about my pleasure like Black was. I wanted him inside me so badly, I yanked on his hair until he lifted off me.
“You have to fuck me, now!” Even I heard the plea in my own words. Gently, he put my legs down and reached over me to the bedside drawer.
He grabbed lube and a condom, and the butterflies in my belly were full on breakdancing.
My heartbeat was so loud, I wouldn’t be able to hear a word Black said. But he seemed in the same trance. His cock jutted out, the tip glistening with pre-come I was desperate to taste. I made a mental note to wake him with an extraordinary blow job in the morning. I would taste this man before the fairytale ended.
He pressed his slippery finger in and I arched up the bed. “No, you, your cock. I’m good, just fuck me.”
His chuckle vibrated over my skin, and I wanted to weep and cheer when he removed his finger and placed the condom on his holy-shit-that’s-huge cock.
I took a deep breath as he covered me once more. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, and when he kissed me, I floated. Black was everywhere, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers in my hair, and with a thrust, his cock was buried deep. I didn’t feel like just me, I felt like a we. Us.
There was no pounding, no wham bam, thank you ma’am from Black. Force was what I knew, and I felt the tear roll down the side of my face at the realization Black was rocking my world by cherishing me with each pump, each kiss, and each caress. He gave me something I’d never had in my entire adult life. He gave me love’s truth. The truth was we, I, mattered, I was a gift. There was an overwhelming wave that poured over me in the moment when when my orgasm rushed through me. I wanted to beg it to stop, I wasn’t ready to let go. I wanted so much more. More than I had never wished for before.
Black didn’t jump off me after he climaxed. He kissed me, wiped away my tears, and never questioned why they were there in the first place. Not because he didn’t care, but because he did. I knew how much trouble I was in because I could fall hard for Terrance Black, but I feared he’d never let himself love again.