Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (39 page)

Once in the shack, I was shocked to find Bass there only with a black silk robe on with the slit cracked, showing his hard chest. Not meeting his eyes, I swallowed. I better freaking get it together or else this would be over for me. How I wished things were different. If he was being nice at least I wouldn’t be having a mild panic attack.

The room had only a few candle sticks making the ambiance of the rusty-feel and romantic.

We were ordered to stand before the bed and kiss from there then hop on the bed. If Martin didn’t like it, we had to redo it again.

Standing with Bass, the robe ladies came over and took it away from our bodies. My nipples tightened at sudden feel of air against my flushed skin. I stared at everything other than Bass. But I could feel him, watching.

When the Clapperboard woman came, I forced myself to suck it up. Bring it on, Bass Cole!

“One, two, three ACTION!”

Logan touched Angela’s face, staring lustfully into her eyes. It didn’t take long for his lips to brush hers. Once they did, all hell broke loose. Logan took Angela’s body and had her on the bed in a minute all the while he kept kissing her. Parting her legs, he positioned himself on top of her as he kissed her to oblivion.

Emma: What the fuck is going on. I can’t breathe! OMG! Bass is fucking hard against me. OMG! Fuck!

Logan slowly made love to Angela, showing her the delights of her body as he licked and kissed neck all the way to her breasts.

Lost in each other’s body, that night sealed Logan and Angela’s fate.

“Cut!”

Immediately, the robe ladies came forth and Bass jumped out of the bed with his nude Lycra cock-sock, took his robe and left the shack. But before he did, he bent over in my ear and whispered, “It’s my turn.”

Turn for
what?
To be a fucking pain in the ass?

Son of a gun! I hated him!

I fumed and left to change in the tent where the dynamic trio helped me dress and wished me goodnight.

Bass was beyond infuriating. His ice-cold indifference was driving me mental!

“Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink and your thirst increases.”

-
Chinese Proverb

When I got out of the dressing room, dressed and changed into my short thin-strapped cotton dress, I didn’t see Bass anywhere. I was relieved and ticked off at the same time.

What kind of game was he playing with me?

“It’s my turn.”
What the hell?

Saying that he’s frustrating was an understatement.

I spun around when I heard Martin behind me. “You did a splendid job tonight, Emma.”

Now, I was blushing. “You think so? Thank you. That means a lot.” He gave me a tired smile and tapped my shoulder.

“There’s a thunderstorm tonight but it should be clear with sunny skies tomorrow. You should grab one of the rides and head safely to your cottage. Goodnight, Emma.” With a quick wave, he and Jack walked off in a deep conversation.

Since we were on the other side of the island, a lot of the golf carts were here. But when I almost got to where the carts were parked, I continued on walking. It might take me a lot longer to get back but I needed the walk. It’s not like I was going to get lost or anything. All I had to do is stay on the sand and it would eventually lead me to the cottage. I took off my sandals and held them hanging on one hand.

Strolling, I lavished on the feel of sand between my toes. The sky let out a loud angry grumbling sound. The weather certainly matched my mood.

I’m stuck and my brain wouldn’t shut down. My mind kept rewinding like a broken DVD player. It kept flashing and playing in my mind.

The kiss with Bass.

The thought of it gave me shivers. Kissing Bass for the first time tonight, even though fake, felt so fucking real to me. I trembled in his arms and I felt like I was being lifted off into another dimension. The raw feel of his bare chest against my breasts felt too delicious. His evident hard-on against my mound felt like paradise.

I want him to distraction.

But I am hesitant and cautious.

I just don’t know how to go about it. I don’t know if it’s wise to cross that line with Bass. He was such a lothario. But as disconcerting that is to me, at the same time, I was euphoric. What is it about sexy bad boys that were just
hard
to resist? The heart-pounding chase, the frustrating game and the cataclysmic surrender…it was like no other.

I rubbed my arms gently while I strolled leisurely. My skin felt damp on my hand, sheened with sweat. My long hair felt flat and had lost all its volume. After what seemed like two and half hours of shooting different scenes with a few that had to be reshot three times, it was no wonder I felt drained.

There were no stars or moon tonight. The sky was dark and it hung low. Another loud grumbling sound warned me of the storm that was coming. Most of the cottages I passed were still dark since most of the people who opted to stay in them were the film crew; most of them were still back at the set. I paced faster and sighed with relief when I could see the cottage not far ahead.

Where was Bass?
I wondered when I saw that the cottage was dark with no lights on.

I gathered my hair and tucked it over my right shoulder before I stepped on the four-step pebble-cemented stairs. Once on the patio, I dropped my sandals next to the sliding glass door and shook some of the sand off my feet. Once done, I let myself in the darkened cottage. Now, where were the light switches located?  It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the living room.

“What took you so long?”

I jumped from the unexpected sound of his voice.

“Bass?”

I was stuck rooted to the spot when I saw him stride towards me wearing only his worn out jeans. They hung low on his hips,
showcasing that sexy v-line. His rock hard, perfectly contoured body stood inches away from me. My throat constricted when I heard his shallow breathing.  Alexander Pushkin floated in my head as I met my fate and looked at him straight in the eye.

Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up - you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

The world around me got smaller. At this very instant, my world was only Bass. Every hair on my body stood, heightened and apprehensive. My nipples tightened acutely, painfully.

When his finger lightly touched the curve of my cleavage, I closed my eyes as my body tilted a bit. My ears started ringing as my heart galloped with lightning speed. I felt drunk with lust and itched to be touched. I wanted to be possessed, marked, fucked and owned by him. 

I craved it. My body craved it. My soul craved it.

With my eyes closed, all of my senses centered on him. “It’s my turn, Emma,” Bass murmured. My eyes snapped open when I felt him rip the delicate strap on my right shoulder, “my turn to claim this sinful body of yours,” he ground out before he ripped the other strap.

My dress pooled on my feet. When my eyes finally met his again, Bass looked dangerous. The sweet talking Bass that I knew last year was gone. My body though, didn’t care. It responded with electrifying intensity when his eyes found my breasts. They felt heavy, my nipples peaked.

His fingers grabbed the side of my thong and ripped the scrap off my body. I gasped from the slight sting it gave when it chafed my skin. At the same time, my body exalted from excitement when I felt a hot liquid
dripped slowly from my core. Without breaking eye contact, he took off his pants. My teeth bit my bottom lip when I saw his fat cock spring free.

Wow
, my eyes simply couldn’t part devouring his impressive size. I felt raunchy and downright nasty. On cue, his fat cock twitched from my appraisal.

Bass started stroking his length, slowly, up and down, while I watched as it grew bigger. The veins surfaced, evidence of his fervid arousal. I was unprepared when Bass used his fingers to pinch my pebbled nipple and twisted it. Upon releasing it, he lightly slapped my breast. Oh, fuck! Pleasure bordering on pain coursed through me. My pussy quivered as I clenched my thighs together. I want to have sex and get it over with! This foreplay was killing me!

“What are you waiting for Bass? Where you do want me?” My voice pleaded like the horny wanton woman that I was.

He let go of his cock and caressed my neck. In soft, excruciating strokes, he touched my jaw and stopped on my lips.

Bass gave me an evil smile, “Kiss me Emma.” 

God, yes!

Wetting my lips slowly, I pulled his arm and pushed him hard on the wall. It was my turn now.

Pressing my fevered body against his hard masculine one, I hastily pulled his face towards me. His hands wrapped around me while I cupped his jaw. I wanted to eat those lips of his like there was no tomorrow since he had deprived me of it for so long. But when our lips touched for the second time tonight, the animalistic kiss I expected turned slow and sweet. Ever so lightly, he used the tip of his tongue to open my lips to him. Every feeling that I felt, everything that I believed in and everything that was in me, my kiss showed him that. The sweet slow kisses tilted my axis. It shifted my karma. He was my kismet.

I moaned against him when he sucked on my tongue. I ran my nails down his back, grazing him. Bass shifted positions and instantly had me against the wall. With our lips kissing and our tongues sparring, he swiftly lifted me up. He shoved me and pinned me against the wall while my legs clutched his hips. His cock twitched when it touched my wet folds. I used my hips to grind my parted folds against the tip of his shaft but he lifted me upwards, not wanting my pussy to touch his penis.

“Bass…I can’t wait any more.”

With quick strength and determination, Bass carried me outside and got us on top of the outdoor canopy bed. When he finally hovered on top of me, I just wanted to die from the charged electrifying feel he gave me.

A loud clapping thunder broke out in the background but I was beyond caring. I felt him lower his body and part me wide open, both heels on the bed. Bass instantly stuck two fingers inside me while his tongue teased my nub and folds. I whimpered when his ministration became fervent and I couldn’t stand the feeling.  I sat up and pulled his lips to mine and kissed him while he finger fucked me.  I felt the first drop of rain on my shoulder, but it didn’t stop us. Rain couldn’t stop me, not even a storm.

The smell of him and the feel of his heat, I was rapturous and in seventh heaven.

I licked the raindrops off Bass’s neck and sucked on his earlobe. “Emma,
I want you
so fucking much,” he hissed.

Bass moaned and when I started to go down on him while I bit and nipped his skin. Without the help of my hands, I lowered my mouth to capture the think throbbing head of his cock. Impassioned, snaking my tongue in slow circular motions, before I hollowed my cheeks to go deeper onto his length. With the way Bass was hissing and moaning, I didn’t care if I gagged or not, as long as I was pleasuring him. I loved watching this man become undone by my mouth alone.