Motown Breakdown (Motown Down #4) (26 page)

“Come again?”

“I didn’t come in the first place, one move wonder.”

Crowding her, I stand in between her legs and lock my eyes on her. “Did you just sit here in my fucking kitchen and tell me I’m a bad lay?”

“In my books, the hero always makes the heroine come until she begs him to stop. Their bodies are in synch, it’s perfect, it’s fated, blah blah blah. In real life, it’s never that easy and whatever that was,” she says waving me up and down. “Was phony as fuck. You didn’t strike me as the robotic type. Once you let go of whatever is holding you back, I’m sure you’ll improve. You’ve got the cock for it,” she points avidly. “Would you like to start over? Otherwise this novel is going to be a romantic comedy.”

Was she fucking serious right now? How was it possible I was still hard? She gave me the worst possible insult and I wanted to prove to her I wasn’t robotic, I wanted her to wince when she sat down. “I’ve been called a lot of things,” I tell her while pulling my pants up. “But phony isn’t one of them. I have calls to make. Make yourself at home. But, Sun? Make a play for that front door and I’ll show you a side of me few live to talk about.” With that, I tucked my dick into my briefs and stormed out of the room. Leaving her to whatever it is women like her do, I made a phone call and thank fuck she answered on the third ring.

“When we fucked,” I say in lieu of hello. “Was I robotic?”

“Uh,” she says clearly uncomfortable.

“Luna, level with me please. Was I bad in bed?”

“No,” she mumbles. “You weren’t bad, you were just…”

“Dammit, what?”

“Predictable?”

“We fucked for years and you didn’t think to bring it up?”

“When should I have done that?” she snaps. “You always went to sleep or back to work!”

For the first time in my life, I was actually embarrassed. Not once did I consider Luna and I knew it. Minutes ago, I wasn’t considering Sun either. “Did you get off or did you fake it?”

“I’m pleading the fifth,” she giggles. Fuck, she was cute when she giggled. “Shade, you are a gorgeous man with a lot to offer. I’m just going to end this weird call with, try thinking of someone else for a change. Orgasms aren’t a one-way street.”

“Crews gets you off?” when she’s quiet again, I lose my patience. “Answer me, please.”

“Yes,” she says confidently. “He does. At least twice before he even considers himself.”

Then it hit me like a shot in the gut. “That night in your apartment, you were thinking of him weren’t you?” She had to have been because she came really hard. I had been so sure of myself…

“Shade?” she whispers.

“Luna.”

“I should have told you the truth.”

Sighing, I smile into the phone knowing the truth. We were born and bred to be liars. “It wouldn’t have mattered and we both know it. Good night.” Hanging up, I paced my office wondering what to do. I was a male in my prime, my ego took a big hit and yet I still wanted her. I should get some work done or go to bed but then said fuck it, she needed to remember who she was dealing with. Plus, if she did somehow pull off a book, my character wasn’t going to be a fucking robot.

Two things I never did well: Sugar coating and boredom.

While Shade was off plotting my murder, I plugged my Mac in and opened up my current work in progress. For several minutes, I stared it. The words ran together and my muse was black out drunk. Simply put, it did nothing for me. Opening a new doc, a chill broke out on my skin and my muse suddenly was alert because I was thinking of him. Since my stories are based on the adventures I have, I’ve never felt the need to make the females immolate me. Normally, they are completely separate from my life. For me, the fun was creating different personalities to be compatible with the story. But I was here, in this half warehouse, half house with a very dangerous male. The chills took me over again and I started getting ideas.

After making notes, I realized this novel would be very different than the others because this would be
my
story. Coming here and meeting him was meant to happen, so when I typed the title to my book out, I smiled wide in victory.

Calling on visuals of Shade, I can feel my body start to respond immediately. He was quite simply, a gorgeous alpha male. Not that he was super model quality because he wasn’t, he was more. He was tall, dark, and dangerous. He didn’t smile much, but then again, we basically met, killed a man, and then I told him he was bad in bed; so his attitude wasn’t a surprise. I may not have a great track record with men, but Shade was the guy that should ruin you for any future fucking and I was disappointed. Calling him out was not my finest moment I’ll admit, but while his cock was in it, his head wasn’t. A month of good sex was one thing. A month of that? I could have stayed home and masturbated saving me the conversation and the murder charge.

Now I’m up here staring at my keyboard and he’s probably calling me a cab. Saving the file, I was caught off guard when he blew into the room. Closing the lid, I turn to face the music prepared to apologize.

“In your books,” he says tossing his shirt. “What would he do now?” Who? Do? I had no idea what he was talking about because I was too busy staring at his chest. “Sun, answer me.”

“Uh,” I mumble watching as he unfastens his jeans. “I’m thinking I haven’t written this yet.”

“A story in the making then,” he smiles pulling me up from the chair. In only his boxers, I was at a loss for words. “Speechless?”

“A little,” I say honestly.

“Although it pains me to admit it, you were right,” he says taking the back of my neck in hand. “But you were also wrong.”

“I was?”

“I was being robotic,” he says biting my ear lobe. “But I am not a phony.”

“If I hurt your feelings – ” I try.

“I don’t have feelings,” he says biting my bottom lip. “At least none that I explore. You however, do. Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”

“Horny,” I mean it’s true, I was. All I had to do was look at him and it happened.

“You aren’t one for holding back are you?”

“No?”

“I meant that as a compliment,” he says lifting the hem of my shirt. “In your books, is it customary that the male takes the lead?”

He wanted to talk
now
? “Sometimes,” I admit. “But most times it’s a two-way street.”

“So if I said, I want to fuck you from behind again your response would be?”

“That I was down with it as long as I could ride you after.”

He was making a decision about me and honestly, he didn’t look thrilled about it. I was guessing he was used to women who had manners, liked to agree with everything he said, and didn’t insult his manhood. “What do you like, Sun?” he asks unzipping my jeans. “What gets you off?”

“Honesty,” I whisper.

“I’m asking about sex – ”

“I know what you mean,” I tell him starting to feel awkward. “When a man is honest about how it feels, how
he
feels. That’s what I like most, that’s what gets me off. If I’m doing something he enjoys or he doesn’t, I want to know about it. Sex is a big deal, right? How can two people enjoy it if they don’t feel comfortable expressing themselves? There was this guy once who thought he’d just slip a finger into my ass without---”

“I get it,” he groans. “This is fucking surreal on so many levels. I can’t believe it’s getting me hard.” Looking down I had to admit, he was stiff as a board. Somebody liked talking about sex more than he realized.

“Want me to take these off?” Hooking my thumbs under the cotton, I start to pull when he stops me.

“No,” he growls. “Leave them.”

Standing there, the only moving appendage was his fist working his cock. Staring at me from face to feet, I figured the least I could do was get myself ready. Sliding my hand down, he watches with hawk-like eyes, missing nothing. The faster he works, the faster I work. Since I had this down to a tee, I wouldn’t last long and I knew it. Especially when he started to pant and looked ready to rip his own cock off. “I’m going to come,” I moan loud.

“Come,” he growls moving in closer. Our bodies were touching, all he had to do was bend me over… “Wait. Stop,” he orders me. Doing as he asked I remove my hand from its happy place and he does the same. When he slowly moves the cotton to the side and his fingers touch me, I was close to hitting the floor. Reaching for him, I take him in hand and do the same. Shade wraps my hair around his fist and I sunk my nails from my free hand in his ass. Working each other clumsily but frantically, I came first and I came really fucking hard. Not losing my rhythm I let my head rest on his shoulder wondering when he’ll stop me. When he doesn’t, I look up and ask him to, “Fuck me.”

“Two-way street,” he groans with sweat coating his face. “Plenty of time to fuck, I want you to make me come first.”

Ah, I see where this is going. Dropping to my knees, I continue working him over and open my mouth. “Would you like it if I took you to the back of my throat?” I ask smiling innocently. Shade didn’t answer verbally, he answered physically. With my head caught in his hands, he filled my mouth and my throat. Focusing on him, how it felt and hearing how he felt, it wasn’t long before he yanked really hard before gagging me with his release. Choking it down, I continued to breathe through my nose until he pulled back. Licking my lips and getting back up on both feet, I lean against the counter wondering what came next.

“You said your books are based on your adventures.”

“Yep.”

“Based on that blow job, you like adventure.”

“No,” I smile wide and with wet lips. “I love it.”

Giving me a smirk, not a smile, he leads me over to the bed before tucking me beneath the covers. I was just about to point out that only one of us had a happy ending when he pushed my knees apart and dove in. His licking, sucking and lapping turned me into a thrusting, bucking, screaming banshee. Props for technique, because in under two minutes he got me off which was an honest to God record. Thirty days of this? I might not survive it. My muse called me a pussy and told me to man up. Once I could breathe again, he climbs in next to me propping himself up on one elbow. Fuck. I knew that look. He wanted to talk.

Sunshine Cortez might be the oddest yet most fascinating woman I have ever met. After what was my first dual masturbation session, she dropped to her knees and swallowed my dick, which, allow me to say, was not small. Nothing was forced, she had been willing and my being a stranger mattered nothing to her. And don’t even get me started on her pussy. It was perfect inside and out (pun intended) and I hadn’t even fully fucked her yet.