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No Tomorrow(21)
Author: Carian Cole

He gently pushes me down on my back and then kneels between my legs, riveting his eyes onto mine as he takes his jeans and boots off. He moves slowly, deliberately teasing—and I love every second of it. Tattoos illustrate almost every inch of his rock-hard body like a map of dreams and visions coming to life. Jet-black hair falls in silky waves down his chest, and I ache to run my fingers through it and feel it brush against my skin. I reach for him eagerly as he leans his arms on the sleeping bag on either side of my head, and I run my hands up the length of his spine to clasp my hands behind his neck.

“Always feels like I’m crushing you.” He strokes his finger across my cheek.

“You’re not going to crush me. I like you on top of me.”

Taking a deep breath, he brings his face closer and kisses the tip of my nose. “I like being on top of you. And in you. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

Smiling, I wrap one of my legs around his and rub my foot languidly up and down his leg.

“You’re not hurting me.”

“I don’t just mean like this.”

A feeling of doom creeps into my gut, giving me emotional whiplash with the feelings of love and desire I was lost in just mere seconds ago.

I swallow hard before answering. “Then don’t.” That seems easy to me. If you don’t want to hurt someone, then just don’t let it happen.

“Things with you are so easy but so fuckin’ hard, Piper.”

“I don’t really know what that means.”

“Shh… Let’s not talk.”

“You scare me sometimes. I’m always afraid I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’ll be gone.”

“I promise to give you as many tomorrows as I possibly can.”

“You promise?” I need to hear him say it again because I want all the tomorrows forever.

“Promise.” His lips touch mine and then he kisses his way down my torso. “Spread your legs, baby,” he says when he reaches my belly button.

I open my legs as wide as I can, and he bows his head between my thighs. Warm breath and full lips tease mine in the most erotic kiss imaginable. Sighing with pure content, my back arches as his tongue glides slowly through my slit, from ass to clit then back again. He grasps my outer thighs in his hands to spread me even wider for him, making me moan and grab fistfuls of his hair as he fucks me wildly with his tongue. I nearly lose my mind when he inches up to suck on my pulsing clit, and the hard metal of his tongue piercing heightens the sensation. Shudders quake through my body, and he holds my legs apart, not allowing me to squeeze my thighs around his head to quell the need building in me.

“Blue….”

With lightning-fast speed, he moves up and thrusts his cock balls-deep into my pussy right as I’m mid-orgasm. A cry escapes me, and I wrap my arms and legs tight around his sweaty body, grinding my hips against his as I continue to shudder uncontrollably. Suffocating me with his wet, musky mouth and tongue, he ignores all my gasps and whimpers as he pummels me slow and deep.

I gulp his breath into me and rake my nails down the flesh of his back, enraptured with his giving and taking control over my body. When my breathing has calmed, he turns us onto our sides with his cock still buried inside me and lifts my leg over his hip. He caresses the back of my thigh and squeezes my ass, pulling me against him as he rocks into me. He cups my neck and brings my lips to his again, and we kiss hungrily as the ecstasy starts to build all over again. The angle of his cock in this position feels amazing and has me dripping over him. As our bodies slam into each other, he moves his hand down between my ass cheeks to finger my hole alongside his dick, then slides it back up to press his slick finger into my ass. I squirm in surprise, but he holds me firmly in place.

“Don’t move,” his deep voice whispers, and he slowly slides his finger into me, stretching the tight flesh.

Hushing and soothing me with his lips, he begins to thrust his finger and cock into me simultaneously. The mix of sensations is erotically intoxicating and has my entire body in a frenzy, aching for more despite the slight invasive pain. When I moan with a mix of frustration and pleasure, he growls in response and sinks deeper and faster into me, catapulting us both into orgasm. I watch him as he comes, and I’m caught up in the way his eyes close and his full lips part as he groans and how his wild hair sticks to his forehead. He’s hot as hell, and I’ve never met a man more breathtaking.

Or heartbreaking.

I used to be in bed every weekend night by eleven. Sometimes midnight if Courtney and I watched a movie together or if I was reading a really good book and kept reading just one more chapter. Since I’ve started seeing Blue, I stay with him until I can barely stay awake, and then I drive home, sometimes at two or three in the morning.

It’s 2:45 when I quietly creep down to my apartment after spending the night with Blue and having our romantic first-time sex do-over. I highly doubt most first-time sex experiences include having a finger in one hole and a cock in the other, but everything with Blue is unique and out of the ordinary, and that’s one of the things I really love about him.

“Where have you been?” I jump and do an insane ninja-style flailing of arms, dropping my purse and my flameless candle in the process. I reach for the light switch in the dark and see Ditra sprawled out on my bed.

“What are you doing here?” I demand. “You scared the shit out of me. And how did you get in here?”

“Courtney let me in. Hours ago, I might add.” She sits up and scrutinizes me. “You look like you just got your brains fucked out.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I make a face at her and kick off my shoes. “How can you tell? And I’m not saying I did. I just want to know what kind of visual evidence a good fuck leaves?”

“Well, smeared lipstick for one. Red and puffy lips. Messy hair. Dazed orgasm eyes.”

“Dazed orgasm eyes?” I repeat, laughing. “What the hell is that?”

“It’s kind of how people look when they’re stoned, only it’s an orgasm high. Or low.”

I toss a throw pillow at her. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Maybe. But I’m right, aren’t I?”

With a sigh, I stand and quickly change into yoga pants and a faded T-shirt.

“Fine. Yes. We had sex. Are you happy now?”

“I already knew you did. I know you, Piper.”

I pile some pillows against the headboard and settle myself next to her. I’d like to say I’m surprised she’s cornered me like this, but I’m not. This is the type of friend Ditra is. Sometimes that’s good, and sometimes it’s annoying as hell.

“You’ve been avoiding me for weeks. Remember our weekly dinner? When’s the last time that happened?”

“I’m sorry… I’ve just been really distracted.”

“No shit. I understand how exciting it is to fall in love, but I’m worried about you. You’ve never just cut me off from your life before.”

“I haven’t cut you off,” I protest, hating she feels that way. “I just needed to get my head together about things before I wanted to talk about it; that’s all.”

“I left you about a hundred messages.”

“I know.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. I’ll sleep here if I have to. I fed your cat and cleaned his litter box, so don’t think you can use that as an excuse to go off and avoid talking to me.”

Shaking my head at her, I realize I don’t even know what to say. I know she wants giddy girl talk like we used to have when we were sixteen. She wants me to reveal every detail about Evan and what we do together. In a lot of ways, I want to because I’m happy and excited and I want to tell her how amazing he is. But I can’t do that without also telling her about some of my worries and fears, and those are the things she will hone in on and analyze the hell out of and want me to analyze right along with her. I’m not ready to analyze. And then, of course, there’s Evan’s living situation.

“Piper? Talk to me. You’re gnawing on your lip like a rabid dog. That means you’re confused.”

“I’m not confused… Okay, maybe I am a little bit.”

“Would you just talk to me? I’m your best friend. I know I’m a pain in the ass, but I love you. You know that, right?”

I smile at her. “Of course I do. And I love you, too.”

She climbs off the bed. “I’m going to go make us some tea. When I get back, let’s talk, okay? You’re just going to spit it all out.”

“All right. While you’re doing that, I’m going to use the bathroom and wash up a little.”

Thankfully, she doesn’t make any comments about me wanting to clean myself up, and ten minutes later, we’re back in my bedroom. Archie prances around the bed and puts his butt in our faces.

“Is it that guy who was at the bar that night? What was his name? Red? Blue?”

I grin at her as I sip some of the warm, sweet tea. “Blue. His real name is Evan.”

“I was surprised. He’s not the type of guy you usually go for. Don’t get me wrong, he’s wicked hot. I mean… those eyes and the hair and the tats. Holy shit.”

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