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“It looks like it hurts.” She runs her hands up my thighs slowly, kneading as she goes. She leans in to run her tongue over my abs, her warm breath causing my dick to get hard. “Let me make it feel better.”
Something inside of me wants to push her away, but yet, for some reason I don’t. There’s no denying the fact that my c**k could use some play time and as she said, she wants to make it feel better. So why not let her?
She runs her hands over my briefs before placing her fingers under the band so she can pull them down. I lift up allowing her to pull them down, my c**k springing free. She grabs it in her hand and looks up at me with hooded eyes, licking her lips. It looks so big in her tiny hands and I’m wondering what she expects to do with it. Most girls take one look at its size and shy away, but she looks un-phased.
“It’s so big and hard for me.” She moans. “I want it in my mouth. Deep in my throat, baby.” She starts stroking her hand up and down my length with one hand and she sits back to unbutton the rest of her jacket with the other. She lets go long enough to slide it off, then takes hold of it again. I lean back, resting my head against the back of the couch. She runs her tongue along the length of my shaft, then swirls it around the head of my cock. She then wraps her warm lips around it, sucking it half way in before swirling her mouth around it.
A deep growl sounds in my chest as I grab the back of her head and slowly move it up and down at a steady pace before pushing my hips up, hitting her in the back of the throat. I can feel her spit dripping down my balls.
“You like the way my dick tastes in your mouth?” I pull her head back and she suctions until it pops free. She slowly runs her tongue over her lips as if savoring the taste.
“It tastes so f**king good. The best dick I’ve ever tasted.” She grips my thighs before placing her mouth back over my cock, sucking, and moaning so hard it almost makes me lose my control for a minute.
I hold back knowing she won’t be able to handle it. She can barely even fit half of it in her tiny mouth and I’m lucky she’s even giving it a shot.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I stand up and pull her head back slowly, before pushing my way back into her mouth again, this time causing her to choke a little, but she seems to like it.
She picks up pace and after about ten minutes of her sucking and swirling her tongue around my cock, I finally feel a tug on my balls. I can't help but to push up with my hips.
"I'm about to blow," I warn her, giving her one chance to stop. She sucks harder and that's all it takes before I feel the pulsing through my dick, emptying my load in her mouth. She sucks one last time, up the shaft of my dick, licking me clean at the head, like a pro.
I moan, it’s such a turn on. “I guess you really did like the taste,” I say, raising an eyebrow as she stands up and wipes her mouth off.
“It was delicious.” She runs her hands up my chest and leans in, pressing her lips against my neck. “I want you, inside of me, I need more.”
Although I’m thankful for what she just did, I just can’t bring myself to have sex with her. Maybe I’m just tired or maybe it’s the throbbing pain in my face. Who knows, but I have a feeling it's neither. Whatever the reason, it won't be happening tonight.
I reach for my briefs and look back at her, waiting for me to give her approval. I place my hand on her chin and pull it up so she’s looking me in the eye.
“I can’t tonight. It’s not a good night.”
A look of disappointment takes over her soft features.
“That’s okay.” She smiles trying to hide the rejection. “Maybe another time.”
I reach out and extend my hand to help her up. She takes my hand and puts on her jacket before buttoning it back up. Then she places her hand on my cheek, reaches in and kisses me by the mouth. Giving me one last look, she turns heading for the door but pauses, looking over her shoulder. "You’re going to make someone extremely happy one day.” She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. "She'll be one lucky girl. You try to be tough, but I see how you treat me and I'm not even your girl, your one of the good guys and that's a rare find. If you change your mind, my number's on the table." She reaches for the handle and opens the door.
Yeah, she might’ve been right eight years ago, but not so much now. That person died along with my best friend.
She starts to walk out the door. I smile at her while leaning against the side of the couch. “Take care, Maxine.”
The door closes behind her and I almost want to punch something at the first thought that runs through my head. What if Phoenix is doing the same thing to Kade right now?
Dammit, I'm f**ked.
Chapter Seven
Phoenix
It’s been two days since stepping foot into that tattoo shop and still, I can’t seem to get the image of Kellan out of my mind. Seeing him was like walking off the deep end of a pool and not knowing how to swim. It felt as if I were suffocating, drowning in my own emotions with no escape route. I wasn’t sure if I should’ve been angry, sad, confused or happy; therefore, I settled for all of the above.
As soon as I set sight on those amber colored eyes and that dimpled smile, I knew there was something familiar there, like coming home. To be honest I had given up hope years ago, thinking I would never see that face again. That’s the one thing that keeps me from being angry, though I know I should be. I know he’s alive and that means something. It’s really amazing how eight years really changes someone. I almost didn’t recognize him.
He’s no longer that charming twenty year old with the spiky hair, clean shave, and fancy clothing I used to daydream about. Now he’s sexy as hell, manly, muscled and inked with eyes that scream pain. I remember that scar through his eyebrow and the unfamiliarity of it. It was what was missing all those years ago. It leaves me with so many unanswered questions, such as, what has he been through over the years or where has he been? I wonder what kind of person he was or who he’s been with. Could he have changed that drastically, from the boy that used to protect me and make me laugh at my lowest? Is he still that boy that used to stand up for Adric and take blame for his wrong doings? Who is this new Kellan and do I want to find out? Will I even get that chance, or will he run again?
I still remember the day he disappeared, also the day that Adric died. My parents got a phone call from Dale saying Kellan’s car was found smashed up on the side of the road about three blocks away from my house and he was nowhere to be found. The cops, his parents, family and friends searched for him for days without any luck. No one knew if he was dead or alive. Hell, he could’ve taken off and bled to death somewhere with no one to help him.