CHAPTER FOUR
Cullen
She tasted sweet, like a ripe strawberry picked at the peak of perfection, and I knew right then and there, I would never get enough.
Ever.
Journey was mine, whether or not she wanted to admit it. But after tonight, she might very well be admitting it to me and to herself.
My tongue slipped inside, and she tasted even better, like an addicting elixir.
A full-blown addict. That’s what I was now.
To her. And her sweet fucking taste.
I walked us backwards to my bedroom, wanting her in my bed now , our mouths still attached. Our tongues swirled together, tasting, licking, and exploring and when her knees hit the back of the bed, I set her down gently, her body sinking into my comforter, her hair splayed out around her.
Standing there, under her piercing gaze, I undressed slowly, inch by inch, watching her squirm.
When I pulled down my boxers and my hard cock sprung free, her mouth formed a small O shape before she dipped her tongue out to wet her lips. I groaned at the thought of her sexy mouth wrapping around the head of my dick. Fuck .
Journey sat up, her lips now lined up with my cock. “I. Need. To. Taste. You.” Her words were desperate, needy, and I placed a hand on the back of head, directing her closer.
“Taste away.” I growled as I stroked my cock, a few drops of precum leaking from the top.
She moved slowly and when her mouth finally connected, I cried out in pleasure.
She sucked me in deep like she was made to suck my cock, pulling my hard shaft down to the back of her throat and out again, her tongue dragging along behind and swirling on the top.
Over and over, she repeated those movements until I could no longer hold back.
Gripping both sides of her face, I fucked her mouth, and she took it like a champ, until my hot cum squirted down her throat and she drank in every last drop like she’d never been thirstier.
I lost myself in the moment, the atmosphere, the headiness of it all and out from the depths of my throat came an almost feral growl. I’d never come so hard in my fucking life.
“Holy shit.” I said through pants of breath.
Journey stripped off her dress and lacy bra, revealing two beautiful creamy mounds my hands instantly went to. “You look like you’re ready to eat me.” She grinned as she played with the thin string of her panties.
“I am.” I gently pushed her down onto the bed, slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her higher up towards the headboard. I climbed on top of her and positioned myself between her legs. “Spread that pussy for me, baby.”
Journey’s legs fell open, only a scrap of black lace fabric covering her and when she started to slip them off, I stopped her. “Leave them on.”
She nodded and instead played with her breasts, running her thumbs over her nipples.
The sight was so fucking hot, my dick was hard again already. Not to mention her perfect pink pussy mere inches from my face, my tongue dying for a taste.
I ran my finger up and down her wet slit, moving the scrap of fabric to the side for a better look and easier access. Fucking gorgeous.
My tongue dipped inside her sweet juices and latched onto her clit.
Licking, sucking, flicking, I attacked her clit until she was falling apart beneath me, her legs shaking and gripping the sides of my head.
I coaxed another orgasm out by fucking her with both my finger and tongue and when I slid my hard dick inside, it was a perfect fit.
Easily, I went balls deep and when she lifted her hips to match my thrusts, we fell into a rhythm.
“Fuck me harder!” Journey cried out, her nails digging into my back. I fucked her deep, our hips thrusting together, the sound of slapping skin over taking any other sound around us.
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, so she was now on top and riding my dick.
The sight almost made me cum already, her beautiful body moving on top of mine as she ground down on my dick, her clit hitting the right spot on my pelvis.
After she came, I flipped her onto her stomach and slid inside from behind, slapping her ass cheeks as my balls slapped against her again and again.
Minutes later, we both fell apart together, and I pulled out just in time to squirt my hot seed all over her back.
After falling asleep in each other’s arms, we woke up and did it all over again, before falling asleep once more.
When I woke up in the morning and stretched my arm to the other side of the bed, expecting to find a warm body, I found nothing but cold sheets. I rolled over and sat up and that’s when I saw the note left on the pillow. Ty for a great night.
I tossed the note down. I couldn’t process it right now, not with the way my head hurt. Thank God it was Saturday, and I didn’t have to work. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I closed my bedroom shades to block out any light and went back to bed. I’d deal with everything later.
If only life was that easy.
I sent her a text. No response.
The weekend came and went and Monday morning, I stopped by the garden center, but she wasn’t around. I tried again, each day, but she was either busy or helping others. A quick hi or wave was all she gave me.
Journey was officially avoiding me. It left me with a huge pit in my stomach. One that kept on growing bigger.
By the time the week ended, I’d seen little of her, and I was growing impatient. Why didn’t she want me when all I could think about was her?
I refused to believe what we had was one sided. That night between us was special. Did she not see it the same way? Or was she avoiding me on purpose?
When I could no longer take it, I drove to the garden center and found her watering plants in the back, no one else around. Finally.
“Hey, Journey.” I said as I walked over to her.
Her back noticeably stiffened and when she turned to look at me, her eyes reflected so much sadness.
“Can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Cullen.”
I scratched the back of my head and watched her continue to water the plants, like she could ignore the entire situation in front of her.
“What we had that night was special. You can’t deny that.”
“It was nothing more than sex.”
“Really? I don’t believe you.”
“Believe it. It’s the truth.” She looked me straight in the eye, but I didn’t miss the wobble of her chin.
“Can we at least explore? Go on dates? No sex, necessary, if you want.”
“No. Please go, Cullen. And don’t come back.”