Haunted (29 page)

“Damn, Jaylene. It just keeps getting better and better. You are so damn beautiful.” I giggled and he squeezed harder. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious. I can’t believe how good you feel right now.”

I sighed and peeked at him over my shoulder. His expression was like a kid in a candy store trying to decide which confection to put to his lips first. He looked up at me and the excitement in his eyes had me giggling again.

“You are too much, Devon. But please, continue.”

He muttered under his breath, “Damn right I’m going to continue. Woman, you’re deadly.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped that time.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he chuckled. Then his face got serious. “But now for the reveal.”

His fingers deftly untied the knot at the nape of my neck and the ends of the strap of my halter slipped down my front. I turned to him, clutching them to my breasts. He was looking at me in wonder with an excited smile on his face.

“So did you decide? One or both?”  

He cocked his head to the side and then his eyes bugged as he remembered. He groaned again and reached down to adjust himself. “I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

I decided to draw this out a little. “You’re the first person to see these besides Mackenzie and myself. I’m curious as to what your reaction will be.”

“Are you kidding me right now? Chère, I don’t have to see them to know that you blow my mind. Do you have any idea how much fun I’m going to have with them?”  

I giggled and then let one side slide down and then the other. I watched him closely for his reaction. It was priceless.

“Oh, God bless you, Jaylene, for not being able to resist a dare. Those are the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He just sat there staring and I was beginning to get a little self-conscious. I started to cover back up and he reached up to still my hands.

“Oh, no, please. They are so beautiful, I just want to look for a minute.” He stared at them while he finished removing my top.

“Devon, they’re just boobs.”

He looked at me in shock and grabbed me around the waist bringing me in closer to him. “No, they’re not. They’re much more than that. They’re yours.”

He placed gentle kisses on the swell of my breasts, all the while watching my reaction. I was breathless, those lips felt magical on my skin.

He stopped for a moment, smiling at me. “Are there any added benefits for you?”  

I shrugged. “Don’t know, told you you’re the first to see them.”

He sighed happily and brushed his soul patch across them. I shuddered and then I was lost as his tongue snaked out and he flicked one of the tiny barbells. The sensation was unbelievable. This time my knees did buckle and only his arms braced around my hips kept me from sliding to the floor in a puddle.

“Oh, dear gods that is intense,” were the last words I got out before I lost the ability to speak.

It seemed that he was beyond that faculty as well as his mouth went to work worshipping one nipple and then the other. His tongue and his teeth were licking and tugging until the ache between my thighs became unbearable and I was reduced to whimpering.

“Is that good, chère?”  

I couldn’t speak, could only nod and then my hands grasped the sides of his face. I kissed him hard and I swear he growled, his tongue plunging into my mouth. Thankfully, he took the time to turn me around and lie me back on the bed, as my legs were no longer functioning. All I could do was rub my thighs together to try to ease the growing sensation there.

Devon stretched out next to me and ran his hands down my thighs as he continued to kiss me deeply. My hands were tangled in his hair and I was worried the frenzy that was building would be heard outside our room. I could barely breathe and I couldn’t get close enough to him. In a frustrated bid for something more I pushed Devon over on his back and crawled up his chest. But damn, his shirt was in the way.

“Off, please, off! I need to feel you.”

He grunted and moved out from under me to tug his shirt roughly over his head and threw it on the floor, immediately grabbing for me and pulling me back on top of him. I straddled his hips and when my core touched the hardest part of him, we both groaned.

“Remember what I said, chère. Just be careful. I can’t hold back much longer.”

I smiled down at him. And kissed him. And rocked against him.

“Oh, God, Jaylene,” he moaned and I kept it up, moving slowly above him, hitting both of us in a crucial spot.

His mouth was on me, kissing me roughly on my neck and then his lips were tugging on my piercings and I cried out in sheer pleasure. The pressure was building and building where our bodies met and then his hands were on my ass, pushing me harder against him.

“Devon, Devon I’m...” My legs were shaking and the pressure was giving way to something way more intense.

“I’m with you, baby,” he said in a tight voice.

Then he gave one more pull on my nipple and that intensity heightened until I felt like something came apart inside of me and I was breaking into blissful little pieces.

“Oh, OH Devon...” And then he gave one more thrust and groaned as new warmth spread between us.

He gripped me to him, his body shuddering, and we were both panting hard. His eyes were closed, his face completely relaxed. I made to slide off him, afraid I was squishing him, but his arms clamped around me and he whispered, “No, please. Just stay with me a little longer. Jaylene, that was so, oh my God.”

“Mmmmm, so that’s what all the fuss is about,” I sighed against his neck and he chuckled.

“What? That was your first...”

“Mmm hmmm. My first orgasm. Thank you, Mr. Boudreaux.”

At this he rolled me over and buried his face in my hair. “Oh, chère. I’m so glad I could make you feel even a little of what you make me feel.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Uh, Devon? There’s nothing little about you. Nothing little about that whatsoever.”

He slapped a hand to his forehead and laughed deep from his belly. “You’re too kind, chère.”

We continued to chuckle together and I thought that nothing could have made the night more perfect.

“Give me a minute?”

He moved to get up and I reluctantly let him go. He went to the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the faucet turn on for a minute. When he came back a minute later he had a towel wrapped low around his hips and another one in his hand. He handed the other towel to me.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I made a bit of a mess. I did warn you.”

I laughed. “You did and did it appear that I was concerned about that?”  

He walked around the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers. I slipped my now-soaked panties off and crawled under the blankets with him. We both lay on our sides a foot away just looking at each other like we did the night before. This time there was less curiosity and more satisfaction.

He cleared his throat before he started to speak and it appeared he was trying to hold back a smile. “So about your rules. I’m afraid we just trampled all over them.”

I giggled. “Rules schmules. As long as my boss isn’t angry, then I guess it’s ok.”

He smirked. “I don’t hear any complaints from anyone, especially not me. But I don’t like being called your boss.” His smile slipped a little at that and I raised an eyebrow.

“No? What should I call you?”  

His blue eyes got that vulnerable look about them like they did when he was unsure. “If it doesn’t sound too strange, I’d rather be called your boyfriend.”

I shook my head quickly, not wanting to see that vulnerability any longer. “Not too strange. I like it. It’s sort of old fashioned, but I like it.”

His relief was sweet. “I’m glad. Because I am old fashioned. I believe in one guy, one girl and all that stuff. I might live, what did you call it before, an unconventional lifestyle? That’s not by choice. I like conventions like this.”

I giggled and reached across to take his hand. He held it between his two much larger ones.

“I like this, too. A lot. Devon you made me feel so good, like cherished I guess.”

He smiled sweetly, his blissful gaze threatened to bring the tears back to my eyes. “I do cherish you. I’m grateful you trusted me enough to be intimate with. I want all that and more. I’ve got it bad for you.”

My heart leapt into my throat. “Devon, I...” He started to shake his head and I said, “No, please. You asked earlier why the tears? This is why. I’m falling for you so hard it scares the shit out of me. ! But I don’t want to stop.”

His voice was impassioned when he said, “Then don’t. Don’t stop. And don’t be afraid, chère. I’ll be so careful with you. I promise.”

Those words broke down the last of my defenses and I crawled across the open space between us and pressed an emotion-filled kiss to his beautiful lips.

“Please be careful,” I whispered so quietly I didn’t know if he heard me.

His eyes searched mine for the right words to say. Instead, I closed them and turned over, tucking my body into his. His arms closed around me and he kissed my neck gently.

A buzzing sounded, jolting me from his arms. He got up quickly and walked around the floor, looking for his jeans. He pulled his cell phone out of the pocket, glanced at it and his lips curled up into a smirk. “It seems as though we don’t have to worry about Star tonight. He’s staying at Mackenzie’s.”

I sat up, clutching the sheet to me. “Are you serious? Wow, that’s...I don’t know. Cute?”  

He turned out the light and then came back around the bed and crawled back in.

“It’s very cute. Now get back over here, I’m not done with you.”

He was holding the sheet up and waiting for me. I guess it was a little late to be shy, but he hadn’t seen all of me yet. I tried to stay covered as I scooted into him. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my hair.

I didn’t want to fall asleep, but my body had other ideas. I leaned up to kiss him one more time and when our lips met it was like heaven. “Goodnight, Devon. ’’

He sighed and pulled me in tighter, our legs wrapped around each other. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

I woke to the most heavenly sensation the next morning. I was on my stomach. Fingers trailed lightly along my back followed by feather light kisses. I sighed and turned to face him. “How long have you been awake?”  

He was leaning on his elbow, head in his hand and grinning like he’d won a prize. “A while. I just couldn’t believe you were here next to me, that I could be so lucky. I tried not to wake you, but your skin is just too lovely not to touch.” I wiggled into the mattress a little more. “Besides, I couldn’t sleep. Too much running around in my head.”

I looked at him closer and could see dark circles under his eyes. I rolled over quickly to sit up and realized I was still naked. I grabbed for the sheet too late and my breasts were there on display for him. His eyes flared and any hint of tiredness was gone.

“That’s exactly what I meant. So lovely.”

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me, his hands gently brushing over my breasts. I clenched his biceps before I remembered...

“Oh!” I covered my mouth with my hand. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

He gently pulled my hand away and laid a deep one on me, obviously not bothered by my morning breath. Sighing, I molded my body to his and realized as I came up against him that his towel was gone and I was feeling every inch of him.

“Wow, you feel incredible.” I rubbed my feet along his calves and our legs tangled together. I could feel his growing length against my hip nestled in his soft hair.

“Jaylene, I want to see you, can I just look at you? I fought the urge all morning, I just need to see all of you.”

He looked into my eyes and I could only nod. The look there was so intense. His hair was perfectly mussed from sleep and his eyes and lips were puffy. Devon in the morning was probably at his most beautiful. But at any time of the day he took my breath away. He pulled the sheet down slowly uncovering me inch by inch. He sucked in a breath as it passed my hips and uncovered my legs.

I had tattoos covering both arms and legs, but my torso was only marked by the dragon that ran from my left ribcage down to my thigh. I hadn’t had my chest or back tattooed yet and wasn’t sure I would unless something really jumped out at me. My right thigh had mermaids swimming together and both shins and calves were covered by smaller pieces. Skulls, butterflies, antique keys and locks...some I’d even done myself after running out of friends to practice on during my apprenticeship. Devon was seeing all of these and taking his time appraising every inch.

“There’s so much to appreciate here, I could take forever getting lost in your body.”

I giggled. “I don’t know about forever, but I do have a lot of ink.”

I was looking forward to doing the same to him. The way the sunlight made his skin practically glow had me itching to touch him, but he only shook his head when I tried.

“It’s my turn to look.” I blew my bangs out of my face and his eyes immediately locked on mine.

“I told you that was dangerous, Jaylene. Do I have to show you what I mean?”  His chest was level with my thighs, his head right at my hip.

“Dangerous how,” I whispered.

His eyes were on me, looking extremely dangerous. He was hovering over my thighs. Without looking away, he pressed a kiss right in the middle of my nest of curls.

“That kind of dangerous. Do I need to show you more?”  

I’d never had a man this intimate with me before and I was scared and excited at the same time. I started to tremble. “I’m not sure.”

He splayed a hand on my belly and kissed me again, still looking into my eyes. Having him so close was unbearable. I didn’t know if I wanted more or if I truly couldn’t take any more. He must have sensed the indecision on my face.

“I won’t, not if you aren’t sure. It’s something that will make us both feel amazing. But I’ll wait ‘til you’re ready.” He was smiling and I was feeling really hot all of a sudden.

“It’s not that I don’t want to or am afraid. I’ve just never, um, no one’s ever done that before.” I felt like an idiot trying to explain to him. “Pretty much anything that’s ever happened before has been with most clothes on, greedy fingers and sloppy, slobbery kisses.” He snickered and I felt more relaxed. “Everything you’ve done so far just makes me laugh even more about those experiences.”

“Aw, chère. I’m sure I was just as bad my first time. I still don’t know everything but I know what I want to do with you.”

He was blushing a bit and I reached out to tousle his hair. I suddenly was curious to know just how much experience he had.

“When was your first time,” I asked him.

He put his head down and when he came back up he looked sheepish. “Are you sure you want to have this conversation? I want to be honest with you and will answer anything you ask me. I just hope you aren’t too disappointed.”

I smiled down at him and said, “I’m sure. I want to know. It won’t change my opinion of you, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

He snorted at that. “Oh, I do worry. I’ve always been careful, but I’ve done my share of experimenting, I’m afraid.”

Strangely, I was turned on by this confession. “I want to know, Devon. I’m actually really curious. Being a virgin at my age has not necessarily been by choice. It's not been because I’m not curious or interested in experimenting. Just hadn’t found someone to share it with until now.”

He closed his eyes and kissed my thigh, rubbing his soul patch over my skin. “That was a pretty powerful thing to say, chère. I’m so grateful you want to share this with me.”

I giggled. “I do, but I really, really want to hear more about you.”

He looked up and frowned. “Really? It doesn’t bother you?”  

I shook my head and he shrugged and got comfortable with his head on my stomach. All the better for me to run my fingers through his amazing hair.

“Ok then. I was a gawky sixteen year old the first time a girl let me touch her. She was two years older than me and she worked at the restaurant with my parents. Over the summer before she left for college, we fooled around. At the end of the summer we had sex in my car. It wasn’t pretty, but she was fun, and she taught me a lot. Her name was Sarah.”

It sounded cute, something I wished I would have had the guts to do at that age.

“Older women, huh? Sounds fun. Now I’m even more eager to see this car of yours.”

He laughed shyly.

“Ok, so then what?”

He cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. “I already told you I had a few dates in college, some of them involved sex, and that’s really all they wanted. I didn’t mind. I still didn’t know what I wanted and figured I’d better see what was on the menu.”

I poked him at that and he grabbed for my finger and kissed it. This was fun! I loved talking with him in bed like this.

“So then you became a big rock star. I’ve heard stories about what happens backstage.” I was daring him a little and I could see from his face he wasn’t sure what he wanted to tell me. “Devon, it’s ok. If you don’t want to tell me because you’d like to keep it private, that’s fine. If you are afraid I’ll be upset, I won’t. I know other women have had the privilege of your company before, but you’re in my bed for the moment and that’s what matters to me.”

His gaze was intense when he looked back at me and I felt my stomach clench.

“It’s not that. I don’t care about it being private. I just don’t like who I was when we got out to L.A. I let it go to my head and I did a lot of things I wasn’t proud of, things I have no interest in repeating now that I’ve left. No one forced me. It wasn’t the drugs or alcohol, although they were often involved. It was about me trying to fill a void in my life, you know? Music had always been a part of my soul and it got twisted out there. It wasn’t enough to fill me so I looked elsewhere.” He was frowning and I reached out and ran my finger over his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry you felt like that. I can relate to having that void. When I quit tattooing and was doing my internship, I felt that way. I was smoking, a lot. I couldn’t even draw. It was like I was being smothered by my clients’ drama and filth. It was awful. And then when my father had his heart attack, that was it. I think whatever happened with him, whether he lived or not, I was already going to quit interning and go back to tattooing. I missed the atmosphere and the creative energy. I think being in a place that isn’t nurturing your energy as an artist isn’t healthy.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t want to go back to L.A. I hope I don’t have to.”

This was good stuff, but I wanted to remind him where we were headed.

“So tell me about the craziest thing you ever did, with someone else. Ever been with more than one person? Another guy? I’m very curious.”

His eyes got wide and he smiled. “Really? You want to know the dirty details.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Are there dirty details? Yes, yes I do. You forget, I’ve worked with all men for years. They were horny, slutty, pervy guys who didn’t know the meaning of TMI. There’s not much you could say that would shock me. Just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I haven’t heard about it, so spill.”

I wanted to dispel this notion he might have of me being innocent. I wasn’t innocent, just inexperienced.

“So the craziest thing? Hmmm...” He was looking up at the ceiling again, but this time he was grinning instead of frowning. “See, I’m not sure I can tell you the craziest thing because I’m not sure I should tarnish your image of anyone here.” He looked over to gauge my reaction.

“Ooooh, you mean there’s tarnishing involved? Wow. All right, tell me, just leave out identifiers. It’s not like I’m going to say anything.

“Alright, I’ll spill. There was one time we were on tour in Europe, it was our first time being there for an extended period of time, and I saw first hand that sexual attitudes are much different there. Every night there were basically orgies going on back at the hotels. One night after a show in Amsterdam we had gone for a walk through the red light district and you know there the drugs and sex run freely. Anyway, the guy I was with got recognized and soon we had a crowd of girls around us asking us to go back to their flat. There were probably eight of them and two of us.”

I was trying not to squirm, but his story was getting to me. “So eight exotic women take you and another guy back to their flat. That sounds hot. Then what happened?”

He chuckled and sucked in a breath. “Honestly, a lot of it was just watching them go at it. They had all kinds of toys and stuff and liked us watching. We did eventually get invited into the activity. There wasn’t much for us to do, they were pretty much in control.” His face was getting a little red.

“Did you like that, Devon? Having a woman in control like that?” He looked at me, trying to discern how I was feeling.

“I liked watching them with each other. They certainly knew what they were doing. It was actually hot watching them with the other guy as well. I don’t know why. I guess I am more visual than I thought.” His voice was getting lower, softer.

“How many times did you come that night?”  

His eyes jerked to mine, that fiery intensity back in them.

“I came four times that night. It was very erotic, and exhausting.” He chuckled and then let out a shaky breath. “I’ve never told anyone about that experience before.”

“I’m glad you told me. Four times, eh?”  I blew up my bangs, this time to help release a different kind of frustration.

His eyes flared.“Four times. Yeah. I have pretty good stamina.”

I was starting to breath heavy again, every intake pulling the sexual energy throughout my body. “I bet. I practice yoga most mornings. I’m pretty flexible.”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Now why you gotta torture me like that, chère?” He sat up and the sheet fell dangerously low on his hips. “You make me burn, Jaylene. Just talking to you, just looking at you...I can’t get enough.”

He leaned forward and took my face in his hands, kissing me passionately. I met his passion equally in the kiss and quickly he had me under him, my thighs spread eagerly for him.

He stopped with a shudder and a groan. “Not like this, not like this. I won’t...” He buried his face in my neck, panting.

I ran my hands down his powerful back. “Then touch me, Devon. Show me how good it will feel.”

He groaned again and kissed me harder. His hands masterfully stroked my breasts and then he followed that with his equally skilled lips and tongue. He slid one hand down my stomach and brushed my mound first with his knuckles, then with his fingers.

“Open for me, beautiful. I need to touch you.”

I let my legs fall open further and he rewarded me with long strokes against my folds. I cried out, clenching my fists against his shoulders to keep from scratching him.

“This feels like heaven right here, chère. You feel perfect. Can I touch you more?”  

I nodded. “More please! I need more, baby.”

He sighed. “I think I love it when you call me baby. Tell me if it hurts, ok?”  

I looked into his eyes and nodded. He held my gaze as he inserted one very long finger.

“Ohhhh,” we both said together in wonder.

“You’re so tight," he murmured. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”  

I shook my head, smiling sinfully at him. “Only if you stop.”

He chuckled and kissed me lightly. “I’m not going to stop until I make you feel good, that alright?”  

“That sounds great...Oh!”  

He put in a second finger and the pressure felt invasive. It sent shock waves of pleasure through me. He moved his fingers slowly in and out, and my hips matched his movements. When he grazed my clitoris with his thumb I bowed up, clutching him to me tighter.

“Feel good?”  

I could only moan in response and he moved to kissing my neck and jaw, his morning stubble scratching me deliciously. He kept up with those amazing fingers of his and in a few tantalizing minutes more I came hard against his hand, once again biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“I think I love it when you bite me, too,” he whispered kissing me softly.

“Well, if you keep doing that I’m going to end up drawing blood. Gods, I mean I knew you had talented fingers and all, but that was ridiculous!”