Learning to Forgive (The Learning Series) (21 page)

Her playing has now become messy before she stops, but I whisper for her to continue and kiss her ear. When she resumes the tune, I let one finger sink in her tight opening. Her inner muscles clamp around it as I twirl and pump in and out slowly. Her back arches as her fingers sloppily hit the keys, but the blood rushing through my head and down to my straining cock blocks the music. Adding another finger, I spread her sweet, wet pussy a little wider. But it’s still so fucking tight.

Breathy moans erupt from her chest and out her sweet mouth as my thumb starts to brush gently against her clit. My teeth dig in her shoulder as I retain my self-control. Even though all I want to do is fuck her right here on top of the black grand piano, I know how important my control is with her. I speed up my movements as her walls start to contract. “Come for me, Red. I want you let go.”

“I can’t… I can’t.” She shakes her head and pants. But I can see her trembling and feel her body becoming tense. Getting ready for release. She’s holding back, though.

With my opposite hand, I uncover one of her breasts and caress her soft flesh. Electricity shoots up my arm from the contact. I shouldn’t be surprised. What this chick does to me is better than a hit of the best Columbian nose candy. My heart is beating faster than a speeding train, and my dick is so fucking hard that I’m sure I could bust the strongest steel known to man. And it’s because of Red.

When we’re together, sparks fly, and it’s enough to consume me. Every fucking piece of me, leaving me nothing. Not even ashes. I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which triggers her to rotate her hips. She starts to ride my hand as the music builds. Back and forth, her hips rotate. Pushing down harder and going faster, ready for climax. With one more touch to her clit, she lets go, and I have her singing my name like she’s on stage, blowing the minds of every goddamn person who’s watching.

As her body quivers and she descends from her high, I remove my hand. I turn her around to straddle the bench. Her eyes remain closed, but her breathing is still irregular. If I still had dreams, she’d be it, exactly like this. Mussed hair, flushed cheeks. The only thing missing is swollen lips. So I stroke her blushing cheek and kiss her, allowing my tongue to explore her warm mouth and dance with a friction that’s as old as time.

When I pull away, her green eyes open. I’m unsure of how she’s going to respond to what just happened. Will she run, or will she take a chance on me? As the weariness starts to set in, I hit my knees while keeping my concentration on her reaction. “Red, if you want to go further, you need to show me. If you don’t, then I’ll leave. It’s up to you.”

Her eyes widen a fraction with my last words, and I’m sure she’s going to pull away. I’ll not rush or push her to do something she doesn’t want. She’s had a traumatic experience as well as a horrid past. It’s her choice in the next step. She stands and walks behind me toward the door. I’m sure she’s leaving because I’ve pushed her too far today, and her emotions are frayed. The door clicks closed before I hear her feet come forward. Then I feel her cool touch on my shoulder. My eyes close and I absorb the intimacy of the gesture, of the decision she is making.

I don’t move, but stay where I am. I’m fearful of this being a dream. Maybe I’m still high from the aftershocks of watching her come from my touch. Of her thrashing against me as she hollered my name. It was sweet torture. So I stay on my knees because if she’s willing to give herself to me, then she can have me any way that she wants me.

Her touch journeys around my shoulder to my clavicle as she walks to stand in front of me. In a submissive gesture, I keep my eyes ahead so my face is parallel to her slender stomach. For this woman, I do submit and want to feel her touch as long as I can. I swear she’s generating a heat that has my cock throbbing. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. The more I have of her, the more I hunger for her.

When both her hands travel up my neck to my cheeks, she pulls my face up until our eyes lock. I’m drowning in the trust I see and feel unworthy. But I’m a greedy fucker, so I’m going to take it.

Slowly she bends down until our lips touch. I leave my mouth closed as she explores my lips with hers. Then she gently bites down on my bottom one until I give her access. I watch her eyes fill with bliss before they close and a moan leaves her. Her fingers thread in my hair at the base of my neck as her demeanor changes from timid to aggressive.

After a moment of leaving my clenched fist on the side and not touching her, I give in and clutch the back of her head. Soon, we’re nothing but lips, tongues, and heavy breathing as we explore each other. She slowly climbs in my lap and reaches for the hem of my shirt. Raising my arms, I allow her to remove it before I attack her neck.

“I want you, Red. I want to fuck you so hard. I want you to know I was in you. No one else.” I reach for her shirt, and when she raises her arms, I remove the piece of cloth that’s separating us. Her breasts are covered in one of the bras I purchased for her, and a sense of pride sets in. She’s wearing something I was able to provide for her. “Pure beauty.” I kiss between her breasts and she shivers. Looking up, I watch her reaction. Her sultry hazel-green eyes are heavy with longing. Her pupils dilate as I bend down, take a lacy covered nipple in my mouth, and suck. Her hips jerk against me, so I suck hard until she moans and threads her hands once again in my hair. Then I do the same with the other breast.

After I finish assaulting her beautiful curves, I wrap her legs tightly around my waist. “Hold on.”

“Where are you going?”

I look at her and kiss her lips. “I’m going to the bedroom.”

She’s quiet for a moment as I make my way down the hall. “Oh. We could have stayed in there.”

I walk in the room and kick the door closed before making my way to the bed. The smell of her is everywhere, and I can’t wait to get inside of her. “If you think I’m letting our first time be on a floor, then you’re wrong.” Bracing my knee on the bed, I let her body gently slide off of mine. She lays back on my charcoal gray comforter and her red hair fans around her luminous skin. I can’t help but kiss her again. “You’re worth more than that.”

She doesn’t say anything else, and I’m glad. I don’t want her thinking too much about this. I don’t know how this will affect my job or her safety. All I do know is I can’t go without tasting every fuckin’ part of her. When I lay my body on top of hers, I can’t help but let my hips grind between her legs. Nuzzling her neck, I ask, “What do you want, Red? What do you want me to do to you first?”

She swallows and licks her lips as I suck on her neck. “Th-th-that thing you did earlier. Touch my breasts.” Her voice quivers with nerves.

“Are you scared?” I allow my mouth to go lower.

“Yes.” I look up on alert. The last thing I want is for her to be scared. Before I can say anything, she covers her face. “Not of you, ass.”

“Okay. Then what?” I ask even though I’m sure of the answer. She doesn’t need to know that I’m aware of her past.

Her cheeks bloom with heat and turn crimson in color. “Of... God, I can’t believe I’m saying this.” She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Of disappointing you.”

That is not what I was expecting. I push myself up above her and arch a brow. “Red, I’ve wanted you since you walked on that stage and knocked the shit out of me.
You're beautiful." I trace her scarred lip with my finger.

She looks away. “N-no. You’re wrong. I'm painted. Not beautiful.”

“Painted?”

“Yes. Painted. Like an old house that's been covered with new paint to hide the damage. Damage so deep that nobody wants to live there unless it’s hidden. Damage that can't be fixed.”

Her eyes start to glisten, so I sit up and take her hand. Today isn’t about sadness. Today, I’m going to show her how amazing she is. “Come with me.”

I lead her to the walk-in closet with the full-standing mirror along the wall. I stand her in front of me to look at our reflections. She only comes to my sternum and has skin like ivory. Her bright red hair allows her eyes to stand out more, and I watch them consider my bare skin. I’m decorated in colorful tattoos, and her upper arm’s adorned with black and gray ink. But she, as a whole, is more colorful, and a greater piece of art than all my tattoos combined or even Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel.

“You're wrong. You're not painted. You're everything beautiful.” My arms wrap around her waist to hold her tight. She starts to shake her head no, but I refuse to let her think less of herself. “Look at me, Red.” Her eyes land on my reflection, and I get weak from the pain I see in their depths. “Yes. You. Are. Do you get how I know this?” She shakes her head as a lone tear escapes. Turning her to face me, I take her face in my hands. My thumbs wipe the tears away as she gazes up at me. “It's because something or someone that’s so damaged and just painted,” I take a breath to get the words out, hoping she understands, “couldn't have restored me.”

“Every crack, every smear, and every mistake isn’t a mistake at all.

It’s something that’s just simply meant to be and made me who I am.”

~Blaire

Blaire

His words have me wanting to look away. But the truth in his eyes tells me he truly believes this. He believes I’ve helped him. When he’s the one who’s been helping me. He’s allowed me to feel the way I’ve always heard about from movies or other girls. Giddy, anxious, hot, and excited. I should continue to argue, but I’m left caught in a labyrinth of emotions that I don’t know how to evade. And honestly, I don’t think I want to. It’s more than I’ve dreamed of feeling for another person. Especially someone I’ve known for only a short time, but it’s there. He’s standing in front of me, helping me in more ways than he knows. I brace my hands on his arms before pushing myself up on my tiptoes. Then I kiss him, ready to lose myself.

As we continue exploring one another’s hot mouths, he walks me backwards toward the bed. When he sits, his hands grab my hips to push down my pants and leave me in nothing but my bra. The look on his face as he takes in my form produces another new emotion.
Powerful
.

I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, releasing my breasts from their fabric prison. When his throat convulses, I step forward and climb on top to straddle his large, colorful body. The morning sunlight shines through the window, and the feel of its warmth on my naked skin only adds to the heat Lyric is causing me to feel on the inside.

He lays back and places his arms above his head. “I’m all yours.”

And so I take this opportunity to explore his body from his head to where his jeans meet his skin at his waist. I trace every portion of him that’s colored with ink, and outline his art with my fingers. Then I become brave enough to add my lips and tongue to my inspection. My eyes drift closed as I savor his taste and smell. Clean, masculine, and mouthwatering.

His breathing is labored, and quickly morphs into a deep growl that vibrates through his chest, especially when I scrape my teeth against his nipple. As I go lower, my hand reaches for the button of his faded jeans, and with skills I never knew I possessed, I unclasp it with one hand.

He lifts his hips, so I pull his jeans down to expose more skin. This bit is unadorned with colorful ink, but no less enticing and sexy. I kiss the V indents that direct me to go lower until I’m face to face with his cock. And it’s fucking pierced. Holy shit, that’s hot.

“You like what you see?” I hear the smile in his deep voice.

I pull my gaze away from his length and look up to see his metallic eyes watching me while he’s sporting a smirk. Instead of returning his smile, I want to wipe it off his face by doing something I never thought I’d do. Grabbing him in my hand, I kiss the head. The feeling is soft until the cool metal makes contact. But when his hips jerk, I lose my train of thought.

His reaction from my touch changes me into someone I don’t recognize. Someone who wants to drive this naked, sexy, secretive man to the brink of insanity. I take him in my mouth as far as I can but keep eye contact. I have to know it’s him. I’m scared of my past interrupting and taking this one moment from me.

His hands land in my hair, but instead of pushing me down again, he pulls me up. “Not yet. I can’t come until I’ve been inside you.” He pants.

I slowly crawl up his body, letting my naked breasts trail up his
chest
. When we’re face to face and my wet heat is sliding against his length, I kiss him long and hard. I suck his tongue in my mouth before biting his lip.

He rolls us over, and before I can wrap my legs tightly around him, he breaks the kiss to stand and reach for his jeans. “What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless.