Indecent Cravings Page 3

“Thought so. I’m so happy you’re here!”

  “Me too!”

  We both clasp hands and squeal like little girls. Then Jaxon shows up. Jaxon of the thick tattooed chest and bulging shoulder muscles. I love the way he casually puts his left arm around Karissa and she leans into him after a passionate peck on the lips.

  Javier arrives with our wines. “Oh, hello, sir,” he says. “May I get you a drink?”

  “Bud,” says Jaxon. Javier nods and walks away.

  “Forgive him,” says Karissa. “He likes what he likes.”

  “I’m a Tennessee boy,” says Jaxon. “I like my NASCAR and my Budweiser.”

  Oddly, the image doesn’t work . . . especially with Karissa. But who gives a fuck? Apparently anything goes down here.

  Javier returns, plunking down Jaxon’s Budweiser. He takes our order.

  We laugh, talk, and laugh some more. The dinner arrives.

  The steak is superb. I can’t believe how good, really. So is the mashed potato and asparagus.

  For some reason, the wine seems to have the effect of doubling the intensity of the earlier mojitos. The room spins a little.

  Uh-oh.

  Then I swallow a piece of meat without chewing it enough.

  I gasp.

  God, it’s in my throat!

  I can’t breathe! Can’t . . . fucking . . . breathe.

  At first, Jaxon and Karissa look at me quizzically, which swiftly becomes horror.

  “Oh my God!” says Karissa as she realizes what’s happening.

  I leap up, my left hand on my throat, my right punching my own stomach.

  Jaxon begins to move toward me, but he stops. At the same time, I feel hands around my waist. Powerful arms embrace me while locking themselves together in fists at my abdomen. Then they press hard and upward into me with a sharp thrust.

  The piece of meat goes flying out of my throat. Karissa moves to her left, allowing it to miss her as it hits the wall with a thunk.

  Sweet, sweet oxygen fills my lungs. Oh, so good. I breathe heavy and hard, trying to get as much of it inside me as I can.

  I watch the relief spread across Jaxon and Karissa’s faces as they look at me. I sense the air spreading through my body as my hands leave my neck and find thick man arms around my waist.

  “Are you okay?” says a deep voice I swear I’ve heard before.

  “I’m fine,” I say as I turn to see who it was that saved my life.

  I nearly choke again.

  It’s him!

  Oh my God, it’s him!

  Mr. Ray-Ban. From the airplane.

  I would know those eyes anywhere. The only ones that made me come at thirty-five thousand feet. And those lips . . . not thin, but not thick. Just perfectly masculine. A pointy jaw with just enough flat jutty-ness to sweep up to high cheekbones, the area in between nicely stubbled with little bits of dark oh-so-sexy hair.

  “Are you okay?” he repeats.

  “I’m . . . um . . . fine.”

  “Good. Be careful, okay?”

  “Um . . . right.”

  Does he remember me? Shit fuck shit, I don’t think he remembers me! There is no recognition in his face. He pats my shoulders and turns away from me.

  “Thank you!” says Karissa.

  “Yes, thank you,” says Jaxon.

  I try to say thank you, but I’m too stunned that it’s him. What is he doing here?

  He smiles at me and walks away. His hair is neat but messy, the dark wisps perfectly not in place. He’s in a shiny black shirt tonight, sleeves rolled up, untucked. The Ray-Bans hang from his shirt pocket. His shoulder muscles flex nicely as he saunters away. Dark jeans, dark shoes. My girl-sense tells me there's a butt under there full of man-muscle.

  He walks with a sense of control that is a level up from Jaxon and Javier. They’re hot, but this man is naturally the leader. Every woman in the restaurant watches him out of one eye.

  I stare as he sits at a table with a stunning blonde woman far from us on the other side of the dining area. I swear I know her. Where have I seen her before? Well, whoever she is, she’s a fucking whore tramp bitch slut.

  My view is interrupted by something dark. I consider shooing it away, but realize it’s Javier the waiter. He’s with another chubby man.

  “Are you all right?” says Javier with panicked concern.

  “I’m fine,” I say.

  “Hello,” says the other man. “My name is Fernando. I’m the manager. Would you like me to call a doctor?”

  “No,” I say with a cough. “I’m really fine. It was my fault. Just a piece of meat. Throat.” I cough again, realizing I need to take some water, which I do.

  “I think she’s fine,” says Karissa.

  “Are you certain?” says Javier, taking my hand and staring deeply into my eyes.

  “Yes,” I say, staring past him at the man at the table with the blonde across the room.

  “If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” He hands me his card.

  “Thank you.”

  I sit back down, catching the eye of an old woman in black with a long fake cigarette holder, sitting alone at a table in the corner. What the fuck is she looking at?

  “Wow!” says Karissa. “You got yourself a savior there.”

  “That’s him!” I whisper-scream.

  Karissa’s eyes go wide. “Who?”

  “The man from the plane. The one who made me—”

  Jaxon looks perplexed. “Did I miss something here?” he says.

  “The man from the plane?” says Karissa, completely ignoring Jaxon. “No fucking way!”

  “Yes! Can you believe that?”

  “He’s with Clarissa Stock.”

  I glance over my shoulder, abruptly recognizing the woman. “Oh my God, the supermodel! I knew I knew her from somewhere!”

  “Only every magazine everywhere. She was the guest celebrity on Project Runway last week.”

  I grit my teeth. “Fucking whore bitch slut.”

  Jaxon chuckles. Karissa whacks his face lightly with the back of her hand.

  “Be sensitive!” says Karissa. “This is a major moment for Abigail.”

  “Who?”

  “Jayd. I mean Jayd.”

  “Oh come on, who am I kidding?” I say as I swallow down the rest of my second wine. “I’m Abigail. I mean, look at me! I’m a stupid, silly, plain, pasty-white freak from up north. I’m supposed to be riding horses and planning summer outings by the thee-shore for my rich family.”

  “Summer outings by the what?”

  “By the thee-sh . . . sea shore. Sea shore!”

  Karissa and Jaxon look at each other and nod. What are they nodding about?

  One of my waves of courage hits me, firing up a streams of charged energy from my gut, just like on the plane. I square my shoulders and sit up straight.

  “You know what I’m going to do?” I say. “I’m going to go give him my number. I need a pen.” I fumble in my purse but come up with nothing. “Do either of you have a pen?” They both shake their heads, looking at me oddly. “Fuck!”

  “Honey, do you think that’s such a good idea?” says Karissa. “He’s with Clarissa Stock, after all.”

  “Fuck her,” I say and stand up, the room spinning a little.

  I decide I’m going to hand him my phone and tell him to put his number in it. Right in front of Clarissa Fucking Stock Whore Bitch. I don’t care.

  “Abigail!” shouts Karissa behind me, but it’s too late. I’m already halfway to his table, my eyes fierce and determinedly set on my goal.

  I’m three-quarters of the way across the room when the world takes a seriously bad turn. My stomach flip-flops, reversing gears and sending my food upwards.

  I stop dead in my tracks, but Mr. Ray-Ban and Clarissa Stock are now looking right at me, my hand clamped over my mouth.

  I have just enough sense to make the decision that turning and running into the ladies’ room is better than vomiting right in the middle of the din
ing room in front of them.

  I barely make it into the stall before several mojitos, some wine, and an expensive meal land in the toilet bowl.

  God, I’m such an idiot!

  Chapter 5

  Javier and Fernando the manager are waiting for me when I step out, Karissa and Jaxon behind them.

  “Are you all right?” says Fernando.

  The world is still spinning, but I get out the words, “I’m fine, thank you.”

  “We’re going home,” says Karissa, taking out her two bills.

  “No need for that,” says Fernando. “Your meal is taken care of.”

  “Please no,” I say, taking out my as-of-yet unused secret debit card as another wave of nausea hits me and then passes again.

  “No, you don’t understand. Your meal was paid for by Señor Thorn.”

  “Thorn?” I say, my senses perking up.

  “Sí, the man who—” He makes a comical mime interpretation of the Heimlich maneuver. I’d laugh if I didn’t think it would make me throw up again.

  Jaxon and Karissa both raise their eyebrows and look at each other, then at me.

  “Okay,” says Karissa, “that was very nice of him, but we’re leaving. Come on, honey.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “I ruined your night.”

  “No, you didn’t. Besides, Javier got us a doggy bag. We be eating a fine lunch tomorrow. Let’s go.”

  Jaxon goes to retrieve the truck. Karissa takes my arm and we head out. The old woman sitting alone with the fake cigarette holder stares at me again with probing eyes. What the fuck?

  “Thank you again,” I say to Javier and Fernando. “Wait, what did you say the man’s name was?”

  “Thorn. Lukas Thorn.”

  “Thanks.”

  On our way out, I look at the table where the man whose name I now know once sat with supermodel Clarissa Stock. But both are gone, a waiter clearing it.

  Damn.

  We step out onto Ocean Drive. Another wave of nausea washes over me as the heat bitch-slaps me in the face again. A valet hands Karissa a bag like the ones they have on airplanes.

  Twenty feet away is another valet handing the keys of a black sports car with a backward E and a B on the front. Into it steps Lukas Thorn, Clarissa Stock beside him. He roars the engine, glances directly at me for a split second with the tiniest hint of a smile, and takes off.

  Jaxon’s massive truck pulls up and we get in. I climb in the back and lie down.

  My last thought before I pass out is Well, at least I know he likes blondes.

  Chapter 6

  What the fuck time is it?

  I open one eye.

  Where am I?

  I see cheap blinds. I’m on a couch. There is a sheet over me. There is a dim orange light coming from somewhere. There are grunting noises.

  I move my head and the room spins a little.

  Shit, I think I’m going to throw up again.

  Then it passes.

  I sit up on the couch. Oh, I know this place. It’s Karissa’s apartment. How did I get back here?

  The world aligns. I think I’m okay. But I need some water.

  Shit, what time is it?

  I get up and stumble to the microwave in the kitchen. 2:51am says the clock. The grunting noises are louder over here. Sounds like two guys’ voices.

  I open up the refrigerator and find some Zephyrhills spring water. I pour some into a large glass and scoff it down.

  Ah, so good. I wonder if there’s any Alka-Seltzer here.

  I look, but don’t find any in the kitchen. I move to the bathroom.

  On the way, I notice the door to Karissa’s bedroom is open an inch. The grunting is much louder here.

  Oh shit.

  They’re fucking!

  Jaxon and Karissa!

  I don’t know what comes over me, but my pounding head and sick feeling is immediately replaced by thunderous desire. It fills my pores, tensing every muscle while making me feel light as a feather. Like I’m catching a sexy breeze that’s making me weightless.

  “Oh God, yes!” says somebody. That’s Jaxon.

  I inch toward the open door. I can’t help myself. It’s like I’m possessed. There’s sexy fun going on and I’m drawn to it like a magnet.

  I have to see!

  Plus, is it my fault they didn’t secure the door?

  Right?

  I mean, c’mon, right? Work with me here!

  “Harder!” shouts Jaxon.

  As I step into view, I feel my eyes go wide, my heart beating out of my chest.

  My hand moves up to my mouth involuntarily at the sight of Jaxon’s muscular body on his hands and knees with Karissa’s cock firmly planted in his ass.

  Karissa is gorgeous. I don’t think she takes hormones, so her body is still mostly male. But soft, skinny, young male with very little muscle. Her waist tapers and her ass is naturally round, like a genetic girl.

  Her stomach muscles aren’t quite six-pack, but they’re definitely boy stomach muscles. She even has the V that leads down to . . .

  Oh my God!

  That is a one fucking monster of a cock! She wasn’t kidding. How in the hell does that fit in Jaxon’s ass?

  My pussy fires on all cylinders. The joy of watching people having hot, dirty fun is getting me right where it counts. If my clit were a dick, it would be standing at full attention dribbling pre-cum.

  I swear I have the mind of a guy.

  I remind myself to breathe as I stare at the incredible sight of two people joined together in ecstasy.

  “You like that?” says Karissa.

  “Harder!” says Jaxon.

  “You want it harder? I’ll give it to you fucking harder. I want you to feel me in the back of your throat.”

  “God, yes!”

  They both look so blissful as she braces herself and begins to pound him like a jackhammer. He groans in delight.

  Shit, should I?

  Nope, I’m way beyond should I. I have to.

  I need to rub one out, right here, right now. Even if I get caught. I don’t care. This is one of the hottest sights I have ever seen.

  My clit shouts “Thank you!” as I reach under the band of my panties and begin to stroke her with my palm in wide circles, cupping my wet folds and teasing my inner lips with my fingers.

  Oh God, yes.

  Was that me or Jaxon?

  Oh, that was Jaxon. He likes this. So different. He seems so straight. Well, he is straight. Karissa is a girl. But she’s fucking him in a very non-traditional way.

  “I’m coming!” he shouts.

  Oh my God! He’s shooting a load with nothing touching his dick! I didn’t think that was possible.

  “I’m going to come,” she says.

  “I want you in my mouth,” he says.

  He leaps off her cock, the true length of which makes my eyes almost pop out of my head.

  Holy sweet fucking God!

  Karissa groans as she frantically jerks herself while he kneels with mouth open.

  “Oh God!” she shouts as she erupts, ropes of hot steamy white thickness filling his mouth. He eats her spew like it’s caviar, gobbling up every drop on his hands and knees.

  I’m so fucking jealous!

  I squeal as I come. It wasn’t so much my fingers inside me as the incredible sight of a man eating his girlfriend’s sperm. The twistiness of it was just too hot. I fucking love it.

  And I come again.

  With another squeal.

  My hand on the door jamb.

  I catch my breathing and then open my eyes.

  Shit, they’re both staring at me, a droplet of white cum dribbling from Jaxon’s lips.

  Uh-oh.

  Chapter 7

  I run back out to the couch. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed. Shit, I have to find my own place faster now. Like tomorrow fast.

  I turn when I hear the bedroom door open. Out comes Karissa in a tiny silk robe.

  Shit.

  “I�
��m so sorry,” I say as she gets to the couch.

  She clasps my hands and sits, drawing us both down onto the couch. “Honey, it’s fine. No big deal. Chill, babe.”

  “No, that was horribly embarrassing. I don’t know what got into me. I was just on my way to the bathroom . . . and then the door was open and I saw you . . . and then . . . I don’t know, I just couldn’t stop watching.”

  “I take it as a compliment.” She’s smiling at me oddly. “Besides, it’s our fault. We left the door open. We not used to having house guests.”

  “Well, I’m going to find my own place tomorrow. I’m afraid of seeing Jaxon’s face again.”

  Karissa strokes the ends of my hair, giving me that look again. “Honey, like I said, it’s okay. Jaxon is fine. I’m fine. You’re fine.” Then she leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Did she just do that?

  “See?” she says, placing a hand on my thigh. “Everything is okay.”

  I’m frozen in place. Don’t know what to do. Can’t move.

  “Do you want to come join us?” she says with a devilish smile.

  Yes! screams an answer all around me. But my brain is throbbing, I’m still a little drunk, I just got myself off, and . . . and . . . I think my head is going to explode.

  “Um—”

  She recoils. The expression on my face must be one of horror.

  “It’s okay, honey,” she says. “You don’t have to. Not tonight. You not ready yet, I can see it in your eyes. But I just want you to know that you’re always welcome with Jaxon and me . . . in every way you can imagine.”

  I still can’t answer, can’t even process this. Almost too much.

  Even though I was kinda fantasizing about it myself. I’m just afraid to actually make that leap.

  God, what happened to the horny confident girl on the plane? The girl who had balls enough to straddle Mr. Ray-Ban? The girl who was going to sexually conquer Miami?

  Now a hot girl with a cock invites me to join her and her über-hot stud of a boyfriend but I chicken out in a wave of fear.

  “Go to bed, honey,” says Karissa with a warm smile as she stands. “Jaxon is up and out early so you won’t see him, but trust me, it’s all good.”