Derailed (Terminal Book 2) (5 page)

We both stand and she looks around the room, very nervously, as four strangers are scattered around watching us, seemingly in various states of arousal. Her eyes dart from one to the next, like she's sizing them up maybe trying to figure out if she can trust these people. Turning her to face me, I remind her quietly they are safe people and nothing will be told about what they see or take part in. I gently stroke her cheek and brush her hair away from her shoulder, pressing my lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her hands hold on to my shoulders gently, fingernails dancing across my skin. Pulling back I look into her eyes and I see what appears to be mischief and playfulness.

“What's up, baby?” I hold her face in my hands and cock my head to the side. “You want to go again don't you?” The sheen of sweat still coats her skin and the loose tendrils of her hair stick to her forehead. I brush them away and gradually drag my finger between her tits down to her pussy. Cupping her with my full hand, I know I will have to take it easy on her clit for this round, but I have a full bag of tricks and I can't wait to try them on her.

Lexi smirks and bats her eyelashes.

“Where do you want to do it this time?” I'm amused by her reaction to the situation.

“I want to…” she begins and trails off while she looks around the room bit by bit. “Ummm, the bath,” she tells me, playfully biting her fingernail and swinging her body back and forth.

Smiling, I take her hand and she stops swaying. “What's wrong?”

“I want to do it in the bath…” Lexi bites her lip and points across the room to the small raven haired girl standing by the Venus de Milo replica, “with her,” she finishes her sentence. My head snaps in the direction of her finger and I smile, waving my hand in front of me as a grand gesture for her to go ahead.

Chapter 8

The past month has been more about Lexi and less about the other ones. Just the other night I was getting my dick sucked by a chick in the valley and halfway through it, I pulled out my phone and texted Lexi. I wound up pulling out of this chick's mouth, leaving a trail of spit down her face and stuffing myself back in my pants to go see Lexi. Yeah, I'm a fucking pig. I know. Sue me.

As it turns out, Lexi is a little fucking minx. She loves being tied up and having her body worshiped, as well as doing a little spanking and fucking on her own. I'm planning on surprising her with a full one year membership to Pothos. She's been a good girl. Fuck! Even while I was in Japan, she would Skype me with deviant videos and I loved every moment of it.

Walking into my bathroom, I brace myself on the counter and lean into the mirror. Opening my eyelids wide, I realize it's been about a month since my last big bender. I've been enjoying and remembering everything and it's fucking weird. When I was in Japan, I got a few really fucked up kinky offers and I fucking turned them down! Micha asked if I was dying, Landyn nearly demanded drug tests. It was fucking weird. Even fucking Tim looked at me sideways half the fucking time. I just called Lexi and jerked off to the pictures and videos she sent me on an almost daily basis.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I pull back and laugh at my reflection when I realize I do my best self-judging in this fucking mirror.

I've turned into a fucking chick.

Peeling my travel clothes off, I step under the spray of the shower and brace my hands against the wet tile. Flashes of blonde appear before my eyes and I remember Ciana. Oh Ciana, she was a fun one. My dick begins to swell as I can almost feel her lips and her tongue dancing around my balls while she toyed herself beneath me. It's been a long time since I've been with her and I decide right then that I am calling her tonight. I love me some red cinnamon, but I need a little spicy vanilla once in a while. Besides, I haven't seen Lexi since I've been back. She's been busy with Siannon and my fucking wrist can't take much more jerking off this week.

Turning off the water, I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around my waist, letting my chest and back drip dry. Walking into the living room I pick up my phone from the coffee table and flip through the contents to find Ciana's number. Tapping the screen, my phone comes to life and dials.

I wonder if she has any new piercings?

“Mmm, Desmond Charter.” Ciana purrs into the receiver after the fourth ring. “How have you been, baby?”

“Ciana! Doing good! Just got back into town from Japan, and you are the first person that popped into mind.” I lie a little, but she doesn't need to know all the details of my life. Besides, Lexi and I are far from exclusive, right?

“You gonna come see me today, Dezzie? I could get someone to cover my shift tonight,” she flirts into the phone.

“I was thinking I could be there around nine,” I tell her, looking at my alarm clock displaying 6:32. “I want to do a little cruising down the coast. It's amazing how homesick you can get when you are in a different country.”

“I can imagine. Go for your ride and come by when you want. I'll shower now so I'm ready to play when you're here.”

I sit on my bed and scratch my chest. Suddenly I am very eager for my ride down the coast.

“Alright. See you when I'm lookin' at you,” I say to her and press end before I walk to my closet and take a pair of clean jeans off of a hanger. Stepping into the legs, I slide the stiff denim up over my legs and button the fly. Pulling a black t-shirt off of the shelf, I shake the creases out of it and slide my arms into the holes before I pull it over my head.

Reaching for my phone again, I send Lexi a text.

ME: Hey Lexi. How are you doing sexy?

I start walking around the room, getting myself organized for the night. Reaching into my drawer, I pull out a few condoms. I know Ciana usually has them, but I'd rather not get caught off guard. A few minutes later, I get a reply.

LEXI: Hey Des! We hookin’ up?

ME: Not tonight, heading to Venice.

LEXI: Are you fucking another woman?!

I'm taken aback by her reply. How the hell do I answer this? I was pretty sure she understood that I like variety and she is one of some. I start typing back a reply with my thumb when she sends another message.

LEXI: HAHA got you fucker! Go have fun, but I want to see you in the next couple of days.

ME: That's a big fuckin’ relief Lex. You are gonna get quite the spanking for faking the obsessed chick role. I can't wait to see your pink ass.

LEXI: Oh Des! That has got to be the most romantic thing you ever said. * insert eye roll *

ME: Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

LEXI: At least its wit.

ME: Ha ha.

ME: I'll call you tomorrow.

LEXI: Sounds good.

Releasing a big fucking sigh of relief I walk to my closet and remove my leather jacket. Fuck, that chick always likes to keep me on my fuckin’ toes. I'm really glad I didn't have to end what we have. I really like fucking her. Obsessed chicks make my dick soft.

Pulling on my jacket, I tuck my phone into the inside pocket, slide my glasses on and grab my bike keys from the drawer. Picking up my helmet, I step into the hall, lock my door, and bound down the stairs. I just want to get on the freeway and drive down the coast. Nothing beats the coastline here. It is quite possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Walking down the hall, I leave through the door at the back of the building and I see her. She is so fucking sexy. Sleek and smooth, I reach for her and run my finger along her seat. I have missed my bike so fucking much. “Hey, beautiful, let's go to the beach.” I smile as I turn the key and rev the engine. As soon as I kick up the kickstand, I feel freer already. Looking both ways, I put her into gear and pull into traffic. It's evening and the traffic is getting heavier. It could possibly take me until nine to get to Ciana's with the traffic the way it is.

I'll get there when I do.

I don't know how much time goes by but I finally reach the Pacific Coast Highway and head south. I know it's been a while because the sun is setting orange in the ocean. I pull over along the highway and get off my bike to enjoy the sunset. My mom used to tell me that if you listen close enough, you can hear the sound of the sun being put out by the water. The hiss of steam that rises from something hot getting wet. I chuckle at the memory and sigh loudly. Looking up at the sky, I kiss my fingers and raise them up. “Miss you, Mom.” It sucks when your mom dies when you are seven and you don't fully comprehend the reasoning. I was raised by Landyn's family. We didn't have much but we had so much fun. Grateful, I climb back onto the bike and continue my southern journey. I should hit Venice in fifteen minutes.

I pull in front of her Rose Avenue home. Ciana is the only regular person I know who can afford to own a home in California. Most likely because of her lifestyle. There's many that rent. She's in a polygamist relationship and has a dungeon, a deviant after my own heart. She and I get to continue seeing each other because we were fucking long before the boys moved in with her. They really don't care as long as she's safe. Ciana is a domme in a private dungeon and makes more money than I could really imagine, just by whipping someone or humiliating them, but in personal relationships with myself and I suppose the boys, she plays switch depending on her needs that day. Which excites me because I never know for sure which Ciana I am going to get.

She opens the door wearing a thin cotton sundress and her hair is in a ponytail. She looks excited to see me, almost giddy. “Hi, Des.” She opens the door wide and welcomes me into her home. Her dress is almost sheer. I can make out the curves of her body, the perkiness of her nipples and my dick is starting to get hard. I see one of her boys playing video games on the couch. He looks up at me and nods. I return the gesture as Ciana takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her room.

Closing her door, she stands in front of me and slides the thin straps to her dress off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Instantaneously, my mouth wraps around her nipple and I am pinning her to the wall. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a condom and undo my pants. Sliding the protection on, I spread her legs and thrust into her wet pussy.

“That's right, Des, fuck me.” Ciana urges and I press her harder into the wall. Her arms are still above her head and her amazing tits bounce with every thrust.

I pound into her quickly so I come, shuddering out my orgasm. The first of many. I smile at her as I pull out and let go of her hands. The first orgasm is mine. It's quick and dirty. A fast fuck against a wall, just like the first time we met and fucked in the stupid club Terminal was playing at. Saw her in a hall. We fucked in the dark not caring if anyone caught us. Here we are, twelve years later, still dirty fucking.

* * *

Six a.m. comes quickly and I'm pulling my jeans on while Ciana climbs into her single bed. I asked her once why she only has a single bed, and her reply, “So no one feels that they have the right to sleep over after we fuck.”

“So who is she?” Ciana asks smiling her devious smile as she lights a cigarette and inhales deeply.

“Who?” I ask as I start pulling my boots on.

“The one you've been distracted by all night.” She blows out a plume of smoke and flicks the ash off of her cigarette with her talon like fingernails. “You were fucking her not me. You've gone soft, Des.”

“Don't know what you're talkin’ about, lady. I was fucking you. That's why I'm here right?” I pull on my second boot and tug the laces tight, probably a little rougher than I need to. She presses herself against my back and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Des, I know these things. Tell yourself what you want, but there's a she – and she's very lucky.”

“Shut up, Ciana.” I shake my head and turn to press a kiss to her forehead. Instead she pushes up on her knees and her mouth meets mine. For the first time in twelve years we share a kiss. Her lips are warm and her tongue darts into my mouth. Lexi flashes in my mind, her mouth, her eyes, her voice. I try to reciprocate, but instead decide to pull away. “I…”

Holding my head in her hands, she dips her head so our eyes meet. “I know, Des. I know.” She kisses my cheek and lets me go. I pull my jacket on and walk to her bedroom door. Gripping the knob tightly I turn to look at the first woman to understand my needs, knowing that she was right and this will be the last time we see each other. She looks sad sitting on her bed hugging her knees. We both know this is goodbye.

I offer her a tight smile and pull the door open stepping quietly into the hall so I don't wake her boys. Maneuvering my way through her home, I make my way to the front entrance and open it up to rain. Fuck. I shouldn't ride in the rain, but I'm not staying here. It's not raining that hard, I'll go slow. It's six in the fucking morning, the highway should be fairly quiet.

Climbing onto my wet bike, I pull out carefully and begin my way up the Coastal Highway. The roads feel like I'm dancing on ice and although a little voice is telling me to pull over and call Landyn to pick me up, I press forward.

I just pass Santa Monica when I feel my bike float and everything slows down.

My bike slipping from beneath me.

My fingers letting go of the handlebars.

My body tipping sideways.

Asphalt.

Black.