Scandalous Heroes Box Set (89 page)

Damn, he is so fuckin’ sexy…

“Are you focusing?” He seized her out of her ornery deliberations, brought her back to the here and now.

“No…but I am now.”

He continued to trace the crystal up and down her body, and it never seemed to warm to match her body heat. Instead, it kept her mindful of its cool presence as he continued on the path, detailing her body as if she were a sculpture. So lulled into a pleasant trance, she fell into the recesses of her mind and plucked a memory like the petal of a golden rose, and brought it to her nostril for a hearty sniff…

She was sitting on her father’s lap in their living room. The television was on — the ‘Cosby Show.’ She was no more than six. While Dad hummed to her, Mom was cooking dinner. The smell of the food took her on a trip, for it was her favorite: spaghetti and meatballs. Mom had a special way of making it, and she always looked forward it...

The oddest thing occurred at that moment in time. It was as if, she could really smell it. Suddenly, the scent of herbs…oregano and parsley…got so powerful around her that she could almost taste them; even the garlic bread baking inside of the old oven.

The sounds grew louder, the sensations sharper. The television…Dad’s humming…the clicking and clacking of spoons inside of pots. Her bouncing lightly on Dad’s knee…

Milan gasped when Julian touched a feather across her shoulders. He went back and forth, but it was hard for her to keep her damn eyes open.

“It’s getting good to you now,” he whispered. “Your muscles are so relaxed…keep on.”

And she did; she played the memory out until her heart was overwhelmed with the shit.

I miss them!

Her soul screamed! But…through the misery, she was happy!
Dad and Mama are together again, now.

She wandered back into the wondrous memory as this man continued to administer his gentle touch all over her damn body — the crystal again, his fingers, his mouth…

The plaid chair her father was plopped on, his tawny skin covered in slight facial hair sprinkled with gray…

Yes, she could see it. The man loved her, adored her!

Dad was just a man’s man but that particular day, he picked her up from the ground, gave her a hearty kiss and a hug and took her over to the chair, as if she were his favorite person in the whole damn world. All the while, Mom sang her own song in the background while cooking...

Julian broke her out of her remembrances once again when she felt the softness of something brush against her skin. The touch of the feather jarred her as he traced it down her bra, and before she knew it, he’d plucked one breast out of the satin cup, and then the other. He didn’t massage them though; no, his fingers didn’t even graze her nipples. Instead, he leaned in close and slowly blew warm air against them, all the while tracing her with that damn feather, teasing her to the point of no return. It was the oddest of combinations, but somehow, incredibly erotic.

“Keep resting…keep your eyes closed,” he murmured.

He paused and got up; soon, she could smell sage burning. A familiar smell as she’d bought sage incense once. He was back at her side, now running his fingers through her hair, but in no ordinary way. No, he dug his fingertips into her scalp, applying slight pressure as he moved them around, as if trying to increase the blood flow.

“Damn that feels good…” How could a head rub be so therapeutic and so erotic at the same time? 

“Let me talk to you, about the moon…” he said, continuing his massage. “The moon holds the keys to our memories. It unlocks historical personal references of elation and condemnation. It is our personal healer. Tonight, there is a full moon. That brings out a person’s true nature, their animalistic side. The things that give us the most satisfaction oftentimes are tied to experiences in our early childhood.”

Can he read my thoughts?! Of course not… I was just thinking about my childhood; how can he be so in tune with me?

“We try to mimic those emotions, those feelings, by chasing the moon… We go to other vices to duplicate the first time we fell in love, kissed, the first time we got a wonderful birthday gift. The moon stores all of those treasures and it stores the bad stuff, too. The time we fell off our bike. The time one of our parents, in a fit of rage, told us off or embarrassed us in front of our first crush.  Tattoos, Milan, are addictive because they are a form of healing. Tattoos are tied to the moon. The people that gravitate towards them want to be in pain, in order to receive maximum pleasure. It’s called purging, kind of like sweating a cold out. I lived in constant pain to remind myself that I was alive, and had so much to live for…”

He’s killing me…

She felt his fucking rock hard dick brush against her pelvis as he continued to lazily draw with the feather and his hands across her damn body.

“We must not leave the Earth without ever experiencing loving someone, and someone loving us back. If we are open to our moon, it will ensure that we have that, at least once. I believe that you called my shop not just for a tattoo, but for healing. Your moon drew you to that. My moon made sure I heard you calling. I liked the sound of your voice on the other end. I said to myself…” He continued to trace her skin, making her flesh goose bump to his touch and throaty, sensual words. “She sounds sexy as hell…”

Milan tossed her head back and laughed, arching her back, which gave him access to run that damn feather down her throat. He pressed his fingertips into the pit of her stomach, bringing forth a moan from somewhere deep within. Her pussy pulsated as he continued to touch and speak.

“Then, when I saw you that first time, well…you made my fucking dick hard.”

She swallowed, clutching a bit of the thick black fabric on the bed.

He leaned in closer then, to speak into her ear. Tossing the feather aside, he ran his hands up and down her stomach, careful to not disturb her love zone.

“…And then when I spoke to you, and saw you crying, you made my heart soft…” She heard his breathing increase as his lips hovered by her face.

“And then, when I gave you your tattoo, and we talked all night…you made my brain happy…because, you’re smart…opinionated, and not afraid to show it. Mmmmm…” His deep, husky moan stirred her groin like a spoon in a pot. He kept his hand over her panties, venturing down, rubbing her ever so subtly over the material.

“Uhhh…” She pushed into him, ached for his touch.

I can’t take much more of this!

Her horniness at a fever pitch, she lifted her ass off the sheets. He gently shoved her back down by placing his hand on her shoulder, but his fingers kept moving, roving over her again and again until she’d saturated her damn underwear.

He clasped his hands together behind her, and dug them into the hollow of her lower back. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he drew on it, brought it forth. His tongue rotated around the damn thing all while his lips clasped around it.

Oh my God he’s got skills!

The mixed pain and pleasure made her pussy lips soften and coat in honey elixir, but damn him! He wouldn’t touch her clit, would do nothing more than orally massage her breasts — and it was driving her insane. He pressed a bit harder into the pit of her lower back, causing her to utter groans of discomfort, but the sensations he gave her with his tongue added fuel to the fire, and she knew that somehow, if he stopped pressing into her, his sensual touch would lose its effect.

“Uhhhh!” She tossed about, losing herself.

“That’s it, Milan…that’s it. Just let
go
…relax. I’m pressing into your back, and it may hurt a little, to help your body release the pain and tension you’ve stored in it. You keep your grief in your back, neck and shoulders, even more so than your gut I’ve noticed and it rests here when you relax. It doesn’t go away; it just makes you believe that it has, so you can get through your day. But I’m here to tell you that tonight, I’m going to make it vanish for good…”

He pressed a bit harder.

“Oh God!”

“Tell me when you can’t take it anymore…”

“I can’t take it anymore, now! That…
really
hurts!” Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and before she knew it, he plunged his hand into her panties, keeping her down with the weight of his body, forcing her into the plump, black pillow and sheets, their erotic canvas shimmering with candlelight.

“Ohhh!” She arched her back when he pressed his lips to her jawbone, and his shoulder pinned her down nice and hard. His fingers were doing things, moving fast and quick as if they’d been trained in aerobics. His long fingers sprawled, then drew closer together until he cornered her clit between two knuckles and grinded them gently against her bud. “Mmmm! Oh God!”

After removing the pressure from her back, he moved both hands across her bare pussy, sending her into sensations she never knew possible. One hand held her flower wide open while the other danced in her valley, taking her there.

“Mmmm!” She gripped his arm, her fingers digging into it with no mercy. “I think…”

“You’re going to climax…let it happen…let it happen…Shhhh….” He cooed in her ear. “Just relax…”

He kept on and on until she was practically curled in a fetal position, her hands bear-hugged around his neck as his lean, muscular arms continued to strum her like a guitar.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” She arched into him, her eyes feeling wide as she took in the ceiling, noticing the damned thing seemed to practically sparkle now. “Ahhhh… Oh God…” Her pelvis bumped and vibrated against him; he kept her steady in his strong grip as the pleasure exploded within, in a billion pieces.

“Goooood, baby….” He whispered in her ear, then gently layered kisses up and down her cheek. “Perfect…”

Panting, she found it difficult to catch her breath. He continued to gently kiss her, relaxing her just so. She finally settled and gradually ran the back of her hand over her forehead.

“Oh boy…that…that was intense.”

Cradling her, he looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. She smiled back.

“So, you think that would be enough?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, I need your dick, Julian.”

This caused him to laugh so hard, he rolled over and almost fell out the bed. She followed suit, caught in the moment.

“It looks like I’m a little too relaxed…just saying any ol’ thing.”

“No, no,” he said, composing himself. “That’s good. I believe in complete honestly, especially about things like this. You need to speak up when you want something from me.” He leaned over and gently kissed her lips, then lay back down.

“It was really good. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before…whatever the hell you did...”

He ran a hand along his cock, then he pulled his underwear partially down.

“Julian, stop playing.” She was going to hit him, and hit him hard, if he didn’t get this show on the road.

He cracked up laughing even louder this time, his hand landing lazily against his tight abs.

“Oh shit… You are so funny. I love it.”

Unable to take it anymore, she rolled over on top of him and tugged at the damn things. His cock seemed to swell against her groin; her wet panties bunched as she grinded against him and kissed him longingly. Burying his hand in the back of her hair, he kissed her just as diligently in return, and grinded against her, his pelvis working her to the bone.

A white boy with rhythm…it gets no better…

“Take ’em off…” he instructed between intense kisses.

She did as told, snatching his drawers down to his damn ankles. He kicked them away, but she didn’t notice where they’d landed because her eyes were too busy sizing this motherfucker up! Her mouth salivated at the sight before her. The long, thick member, veiny, and a couple shades darker than the rest of his body called her pussy by name. Equally amazing was the size of his balls, and though he had his share of pubic hair, he’d trimmed the black strands neatly. As she assessed him, mesmerized, he suddenly rose and cupped her dripping wet pussy with the cradle of his palm, then snatched the wet underwear off, causing it to fly across the room. He buried his head in between her breasts, then kissed them, his affections soft and warming…and then, he paused.

“Hold up…”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned and sat up, confused.

“All right, hold on a sec. He grunted as he reached toward his nightstand, pulled out the top drawer, and removed a box of unopened Magnums. He tore the damned thing open with his teeth, like a ravenous beast impeded by a thin barrier from his main course. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slid the thing on in a perfect, swift motion. His dick looked so thick and juicy, it seemed the extra large condom would not suffice. That alone turned up her internal heat impossibly hotter and higher.

It’s always the tall, slender mothafuckers that are packin’…

“Mmmmm…nice dick.” Unable to resist, she reached down and touched it, making it bob back and forth.

“He told me to tell you ‘thank you.’”

They both burst out laughing and before she knew it, she was rolling around like a ball down a slope when he grabbed her and turned her on her back. He smiled down at her, looking like a naughty little boy that got a one-day pass to get a little pussy, and before she could say a short prayer, he slid the thick head inside of her, making her scoot toward the headboard at the unbelievably tight introduction.

“Dammmmmn….” He moaned low and throaty, clinging close to her, wrapping his body around hers so that she could barely breathe. His warm breaths coated her as his hands found their place against her hips. He took slow, shallow thrusts with only an inch or two at a time, opening her up. He threw his head back in abandon. “Fuck! You feel so damn good! Shit!” Those sweet, flowery words he’d given her moments before were now replaced with the sexual utterances of a man wanting to give in to his primal desires.

Despite the monster between his legs, he was as gentle and loving as one could possibly be. “So tight…baby…” He groaned and slowly closed his eyes, disappearing within himself as he continued to push in and out of her, ever so careful. Then, he went a bit deeper.