For Authentication Purposes (9 page)

His laugh was part desperation and part dark fascination. “You’re going to come so hard. I know it. You’re completely soaked and so fucking swollen, baby. I can already feel you leaking all over my cock.” He shifted his hips into my back to make a point, and I closed my eyes, letting out a timid moan. “Relax for me.” His words tickled my ear, and I tried my hardest to comply.

When I did, he slid it home.

My arm flew over my head, and I gripped his hair, pulling as the vibrator filled me. It spun inside, the rabbit ears tickling my clit. He let it rest for a moment before pulling it out a little and then easing it back in. My hips met his thrusts, causing his cock to slide between my cheeks as I writhed against him.

He would whisper a light
yes
every once in a while, watching the way my body responded to what he was doing. Kisses to my neck and collarbone were soft and wet, and I almost screamed when he bit down on my shoulder with the slightest pressure.

A small flick of his thumb and the pulsing of the vibrator increased. It sent me into a fit of jerks and spasms before he stopped moving it around and angled it just into the front of my pubic bone.

My entire body went rigid, and the sound I let out was louder than the last one, a deep throaty cry that I couldn’t stop. Gripping his head in one hand and the sheets in the other, my entire body seized up. I felt the pulsing and contracting escalate as I came fast and hard. The rabbit made a weird whirring noise as I clamped down on it and my muscles threatened to make the gears burn up. Warner pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with his hand, pumping his fingers faster as he grunted in my ear. Then he pressed into my back one last time before hot spurts of his come hit my spine.

“Motherfuck, Dawn.” His breath was shaky in my ear. “That was so hot, baby. See? Look how hard you came.” He lifted his hand, covered in glistening wetness as I took in a lungful of air. I turned onto my back and stared up at him, dazed and twitching as the tremors still racked my body.

“Holy shit.” I couldn’t breathe deep enough.
 

He nodded, smiling before he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss to my lips. I closed my eyes and let his touch sink in before he pulled away.

“You totally just came on my back, didn’t you?’ I opened my eyes and gave him an amused look.
 

His eyes widened in shock. “Where the hell else was I supposed to do it?” I shrugged and shifted as the sheet stuck to my spine. “You came on my hand,” he reminded me, wiggling his fingers.

I sighed. “I know, and if I lie here any longer it’s gonna dry and then I’m going to be that chick they sing about in that Superman song.”

Warner rolled off the bed and shook his head. “You’re one of a kind, Bunny Dawn.”

“Yeah, I know, Wardo.” I sat up and pulled the sheet from my back. Before he made it to the bathroom door, I stopped him. “Hey.” He turned and looked me over as I pulled my knees to my chest, taking a second to breathe. “Thank you for this. You know.” Ducking my head, I pressed my mouth to my knees and tried to hide my smile.

He tapped the doorframe, getting my attention. I looked up to see him leaning against the door, beautiful, naked, and looking satisfied. “Oh, we’re just getting started. I’ll be in the shower if you want to join me.”

How the hell was I supposed to refuse an invitation like that?

Wardo

I called her a couple of days later.

“Meet me at the bookstore for coffee.”

“What time?”

I smiled into the phone, glancing around at my coworkers in the break room, talking about shit I didn’t care about. “If you’re here in fifteen minutes I’ll be on break.”

“Is there a reason you want me to come?” She sounded guarded but interested at the same time.
 

I couldn’t pass up the opportunity so I took it. “There are a million reasons why I want you to come, Bunny.”

“Oh God, I meant is there a reason why you want me to meet you at the bookstore for coffee?”

“Maybe I want to sit down and get to know you better. Maybe I want to know more about the girl I’m about to put my dick in.”

She exhaled sharply, and it caused a pulse beneath my belly button. I did
not
want to get hard in the break room. I did
not
want to walk back out onto the floor to stock books with leaky pre-cum in my boxers. But that was something I’d been taught to control so I took a deep breath and willed it down.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

It took ten, but I only figured that out when I heard her voice behind me. I startled a bit, slammed the hardcover shut, and whirled around to see her staring at me with curiosity.

“Good book?”

I shook my head and dropped it back into the box behind the counter. “Biggest piece of literary shit on the planet. If they still did book burnings it would be top of the list.”

“All righty, then. Maybe next time you can tell me your real feelings on it.” She gave a laugh, and I pretended that I found it funny, too, but it was just for her benefit.
 

I walked her over to the small café where they made the best coffee in the area and gestured for her to take a seat. She ordered an iced coffee that was so full of sugar I wondered if she would sleep at all that night. The barista behind the counter had always flirted with me, but she saw me walk in with Dawn and the ice-cold shoulder she presented me with almost made me smile.
 

But I hid it because sometimes they spat in the whipped cream.

Dawn was staring at her phone when I approached, and she finally looked up once I slid her drink to her.
 

“Sorry. Sometimes doing this writing thing can feel like a full-time job. All these e-mails and messages flood my in-box. Plus my writing buddies are wondering why there hasn’t been an update. It can get exhausting sometimes.”

I appraised her and blew on my coffee before speaking. “So you write this online for free?”

“It’s great practice. Immediate feedback is my drug of choice.”

“And where can I find these epic stories of yours that have a bunch of horny ladies reading them? You know, just in case I need confirmation that you’re as bad as I think you are.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m not telling you my pen name, but I post in a lot of different places. Wattpad, Fiction Press, Fiction Pad, Pad Press, Journal Spot.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of pad pressing.” I blinked and glanced at her from the other side of the table again. “I have one question for you.”

“Yeah?”

“You ever wonder, since you put this up for anyone to see—for free, no less—do you worry about people stealing your shit?”

“Oh my God, I never even thought about that.”

I couldn’t help myself. “You shouldn’t be too worried. Your book is pretty awful so I doubt it’s something another writer would consider steal-worthy.”

“I hate you so much.”

“If you hated me so much you wouldn’t be allowing me to give you multiple orgasms.”

“You have not.” She shifted in her seat and puffed out her cheeks before exhaling in a huff.

I grinned. “Not yet.”

She narrowed her eyes over the top of her cup. “Now, I have a question for you. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done, Wardo? Tell me.”

“So you can write it into one of your crappy books? I don’t think so.”

“Come on.” She licked her lips and sat forward to lower her voice. “You know an awful lot about this stuff, and you still haven’t told me why you’re such an expert at this. There has to be a story, and I just want to hear one little bit of it.”

The way she was looking at me made me spineless. I felt weaker than I’d been in years, and I don’t know why I told her, but I did. Holding eye contact, I sat forward, too. “I let a girl suck me off while I watched an older woman fuck a younger girl with a strap-on in the same bed. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Holy shit. What kind of kinky stuff were you part of?”

I leaned back and took a drink, looking over her shoulder at the people perusing poorly written literature.
 

“You’re such a liar.” She laughed and took another sip, her shoulders shook, and I swear I heard her snort.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”
 

The conversation with Dawn made the memories come flooding back, even though I had tried to forget them. Forget her.

The first time it had happened, I was unprepared. Mandie wasn’t beautiful, but she was seductive. I could never explain what she was to anyone when they asked about the situation. I couldn’t find the words to say that I hadn’t ever thought of her that way, but when it happened I’d kind of known it was going to because of the way she’d look at me during her lectures. She just had something about her that drew me in.

When I thought back to that first time, hidden away beneath the bleachers during a football game, it still made me tense up. The way she leaned in to kiss me. The way she smelled that night. How warm her body was against mine.
 

She’d told me it was where everyone went to smoke, and I had followed because who in their right mind turns down free weed?
 

Dawn does. Dawn Sims would turn down free weed.

When we got there, though, there was no one else around. Just the two of us. We’d shared a blunt and somewhere between the first hit and the last, she’d started blowing it into my mouth, and I’d let her. I think it was because I was so comfortable with her.

It was fun. She was fun. I liked the attention she gave me.

I didn’t get hard thinking about her anymore. Not like I used to when I thought of the first time our mouths touched. It was kind of exciting. What if we got caught? What if someone saw? What if her boyfriend found out?

The instant her hand was in my pants, I didn’t care anymore.

Her left palm was behind my head, fingers curled into my scalp when she stepped into me and squeezed. “I think about tasting you.” She was whispering in my ear. “Do you think about me?”

It was a lie to say yes, but damn it, she was jacking me off under people’s feet while they cheered for a team I had never even cared about. “Yeah. I do.”

When she unbuttoned my jeans and slid my boxers down, I’d almost come right then. But then she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. It was the best blow job I’d had in my life so I tried my best to hold out. She was an expert, and I was so surprised when she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on top of her head, looking up at me from her knees, tongue licking my slit. “You can fuck my mouth, Warner. I like it.”

It was the first time I pushed someone’s head down, and it was the first time I came in someone’s throat instead of mouth. It was the first time someone had gagged on my dick.

She’d looked up at me afterward and ran her thumb along the side of her lips to lick it clean right in front of me. It was like porn, except I was living it. And when she kissed me, I didn’t want to throw up at all.
 

I should have.

Dawn

I sang about a woman who loved a sailor that left her behind. I did a quick spin to throw some trash into the can, lifting the lid as I shimmied. “Doo do do do do, do do do do dooooo doooo.” The song had been stuck in my head since the day Warner mentioned it in the car. I wouldn’t tell him that I downloaded it, though. He’d get a big head about the entire thing.

Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes close. The flashes of him in the shower rushed at me so fast I had to lean against the countertop for balance.

His hands as they washed my back. Down my legs. Higher over my calves and thighs before he leaned over me and let his fingers slip between my legs and rub until I was shaking and pressing myself to the shower wall for support.

Fingers, soft and firm, moving gently up and around between my cheeks to stroke. All the while he whispered in my ear all the depraved things he wanted to do to me. Feeling his cock growing hard against my stomach—less than thirty minutes after he’d come on my back.

I got to touch it. He showed me how he liked to be handled. I watched with fascination as his fist guided mine up and down. We pumped together, creating a rhythm until he was grunting and swearing and I was dodging his second load as it landed between my breasts that time.