Make Me Weak (Make Me #1) (13 page)

“Now don’t make me do all the work, love.”

He tapped the top of his shoulders and I understood instantly. Laying my back onto the bed I kicked up my legs and slid them over his muscles until my knees were securely hooked.

“Much better.”

Onyx wasted no time as he dipped his mouth to my leg and gave one long, tantalizingly slow lick. My body shivered as his lips pressed a deep, hot kiss against my inner thigh. I tried to watch what he was doing, but I felt my willpower giving in to pure submission under his touch. Onyx inhaled as his nose trailed over my swollen lips.

“You smell quite delectable, my dear.” I couldn’t speak but the sound that came out sounded like a cat’s pleasurable purr.

“I can’t help but wonder if your taste is anywhere near as delicious. I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”

Even though Onyx had given me his inner monologue, nothing could prepare me for that first lick. His tongue grazed the inside of my pussy and slid up to my clit letting just the tip of it
brush against my sensitive bud. A gasp that ricocheted throughout my entire body set my skin on fire. Just a single stroke and I was already quivering.

“
Oh yes—
far
superior to that sweet scent. I think I need another taste.”

This time it wasn’t just the teaser for what was to come. His mouth covered my lips, his tongue pushed in between my slit. Lapping up, down, and around my
pleasure point. My legs shook against him, at first I wanted to do nothing more than kick his body away. However as the trembling, sensational ecstasy ripped through me I wrapped my legs even tighter. A series of moans and gasps filled the small area as Onyx worked his mouth in and around me.

“Onyx.” I moaned out, my back arching to get me closer to the many talents of his mouth.

He responded by dipping two fingers deep into my dripping hot pussy. I tried to contain my scream and just as I felt my orgasm build rapidly deep in my core—it stopped. Onyx backed his mouth away, leaving just a single finger trailing lazily up and down my slit. It wasn’t enough to take me over the edge anymore, but it was still mind numbingly good.

“
You don’t think I’m just going to let you come
that
easily, did you?”

I sat there panting, waiting for his speech to end so he could use that mouth for something better.

“Answer me, Alexandria.”

This time my groan was from irritation
, not pleasure. “I sure fucking hoped so!”

I was slowly beginning to realize how frustrating my exotic dance routines could be. Get someone unbelievably close to
a release so intense they could feel it in every vein of their body, and then take it away. I’ve never hated what I do more than I did in this moment.

“You should know better than that, love. I want you to work for it.” He unhooked my legs from him and lowered his face to mine. “I want you to
feel
it.”

The growling intensity of his words rattled my heart. Before I could breathe a word he seized my lip between his teeth. As they sunk in, his tongue slid across the
swelling skin letting a mixture of pain and pleasure swirl around, and within me.

“Oh God.” The words slipped out
, making something deep in Onyx’s chest rumble. In a second his teeth released me and I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. His hands formed around the curves of my ass like he was claiming it—possessing it. His thumbs slowly moved inward until they were back massaging the slit of my aching pussy lips.

Purrs bubbled in my chest as an orgasm began growing once again.

“That feels nice doesn’t it, love?”

I knew if I didn’
t answer he would stop the sweet torture. “Yes.”

“Oh yes it does, but you said you like to be punished. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I would like to see for myself.”

Onyx’s hands could go from being soft and gentle, to rough and possessive in mere seconds. It was intoxicating, surprising, and in an instant I felt the change once more. His grip went from being soothing to commanding, a thrill of anticipation shot through me as I waited for what was coming. He shifted his hand on my cheek, giving it a little pat. Just as I was about to tease him for it, a hard smack came across my skin; the palm of his hand hitting my ripened clit. I howled out, the touch coursed through my legs. I wanted more.

“Will you behave now, dearie?”

“Yes
Sir
.” I let the emphasis of the title slither between my teeth. I knew what he wanted to be called which was the exact reason I did it.

A hiss blew from his mouth,
before he spoke again his hand came down in the exact same spot. The stinging sensation left my body breathing deeply, cringing, yet still craving more.

“Again!” I yelled out. Never before had I enjoyed another’s hands
on me in such a sexually erotic way. In my past something like this would horrify me but right now everything felt different. The urge to know why was tremendous and that was the exact reason I wanted more. Onyx told me to let go—give up control. Let him think for me tonight and tune out everything else. That was exactly what I intended to do.

Onyx brought his hand down once more in a hard slap that had me almost crying with the
overwhelming sensation. My body was so near explosion I couldn’t manage to speak or even breathe properly.

“
I make the rules!” Anger and lust sizzled in his deep velvety voice. We were in the same frame of mind and I felt truly connected. There were things buried deep within each of us. This was more than just a sexual connection. We were working through something, holding back even more, and we were able to do it together.

Once more the burn of his touch drove through me with a force that kept every bad memory
at bay. The distant sound of a zipper echoed in my ear but by the time it actually registered, Onyx had thrust his throbbing cock deep into me. Although my pussy was ready for him it was still a scream-worthy shock. The gentle man was gone, in his place was a man who knew what he needed in life. As he drove his thickening length into my core over and over I became numb to life, and did exactly as he said—I felt it.

Fingers dug into my hips, a heated pace was set
, and before long that long awaited orgasm rippled through me. Together we cried out, his arms wrapped around my waist as we rode the orgasm as our bodies shook against the other. I had never been more exhausted from a single roll around the sack, but it was more than just physical exhaustion. It was emotional as well. With Onyx, everything felt different. I could be open and honest while still remaining closed off. Finally, I was able to be myself but at the same time I wasn’t ready to give him all of me. I was still paying the price for the last time I did that. Onyx made me
want
to share and open up, though. Which was absolutely ludicrous since I hadn’t even known him for a month.

But it didn’t matter what facts I used to disprove my feelings the fact of the matter remained—I felt
more different with him than I had with any other person.

Onyx pressed gentle kisses against the curves of my spine before pulling out of me.
I remained where I was, mostly because I was just too exhausted to move. In a minute Onyx was situated with his back on the bed and his head on the pillow. His arms reached down and pulled me up into his side. In the back of my mind I knew I should probably fight cozying up to him. However, every other part of me gave in. My head rest against his chest and as my eyes closed I felt the soothing touch of Onyx as he rubbed slow circles in my back.

“Sleep well, Alexandria.”

And with that everything else faded into darkness as just the comforting scent of Onyx filled my lungs.

A sweet sound woke me from one of the best nights of sleep I have ever had. My body came awake before my eyes mana
ged to open. Slowly my legs slid against the silky sheets and that was when I began to really come about. My eyelids shot open and after my sight became clearer I noticed dawn creeping through the curtains. I slept over. I hadn’t planned to but I can’t even remember anything beyond curling into Onyx’s chest. This wasn’t me. Going home with a near stranger, obsessing over him, and then sleeping over at his home. I was losing my damn mind!

Sitting up
, I let the sheet slither down my bare chest and reluctantly I kicked my legs over the side. As much as I knew I shouldn’t even be here, I would be lying if I said this wasn’t the most comfortable bed I’ve slept in. Discarded in the corner of the room were my clothes from yesterday. My sweatshirt was probably around here somewhere, but I preferred sliding Onyx’s white button up on again with my shorts. I pushed aside the curtains and rejoined Onyx in the loft. Just as I suspected he was sitting at his piano. Even from afar I saw one hand moving skillfully across the keys while the other went to his mouth as he inhaled a drag from his cigarette.

I crept toward him but he saw me before I was able to surprise him. An ear-to-ear grin
spread across his face as he reached his arms out to gather me close. I couldn’t resist going into those arms; letting them wrap around my waist as I was pulled onto his lap. He nuzzled his nose into my neck making my heart flutter.

“Looks like I slept over.”

“Yes, you did. Were you opposed to it, love?”

I shrugged my shoulders honestly. My eyes scanned his carefully
, looking in those dark pools for any indication of what thoughts were occurring, beneath the surface.

“I’m just not used to doing anything like this. I had every intention of leaving.”

His lips smirked and his nose scrunched up in an adorable manner. “Did you now? If I am correct, I would say you had no ambition to leave me last night.”

My arms slipped around his shoulders. I tried biting back my growing grin so I didn’t give away how giddy I was actually feeling.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Our lips met in the middle for a soft, sensual good morning kiss. It warmed the blood in my veins, and woke up the fire in my core that had been sated numerous times last night alone. Onyx pulled away with a couple single kisses as he parted. Neither of us wanted to part but I knew it was coming. The later into the morning hours we went, the closer it came to the time when I was going to need to say goodbye.

Before I left I knew I was going to need more. Something deeper than our sexual connection to give me a little boost to get me through the day.

“Tell me something about yourself, Onyx.”

“Like what?” He asked. I could tell my question w
as one he wasn’t expecting to hear.

My shoulders bobbed again and my fingers twirled
in his long strands of hair around and around. “I don’t know. Just anything that is kind of personal.”

“If I share something about myself, will you do the same?”

My eyes met his. We didn’t blink or joke around for those precious moments. Deep down I felt as though Onyx was trying to show me this wasn’t simply a game. That I could truly trust him. No matter what I shared, it would be safe in his possession.

“Fine.”

“Good.” I could see him working hard to contain the excitement building in him and it was cute to observe. “I guess I have to start, so I’ll go right for the family matters.”

I was anxious to learn about Onyx’s family life
, but I hoped it didn’t mean that was what he was hoping to hear about from me. There was no way I was ready to dive into that tangled thorny mess.

“I have just the one brother that you met, Kayne’s father. We were born and raised in London, went to school there—e
verything. My mother was the caretaker for us while my father toured the country as a musician. Up until we were in our early teens my father, Charles was his name, made a great deal of money doing what he did. But people’s taste changed over the years; eventually he stopped making enough to support two children and his wife. My mother was constantly busting his ass to get a job and make a living, but that wasn’t who my dad was. It didn’t matter if he made a hundred dollars a month or hundreds a day—he just wanted to make music. I was 18 and my brother had just turned 17 when my mother announced one day she was moving to America and leaving my dad.”

The skin around his mouth tightened and his eyes grew distant as if he was reliving that painful memory
. I adjusted on his lap to straddle him, giving my hands better access to rub his shoulders and back as he spoke. It was all I could do to comfort him and from a first glance, it seemed to be working.

“She was tired of living with a lazy deadbeat and had worked behind our backs to get the proper papers to move the family. Well, all of us excluding my father. Not only did she want a divorce but she planned to take his kids from him
, without a choice.” He shook his head back and forth with a look of disgust settling into his features.

“My father exploded at her but it didn’t matter. The money had run dry and so had her love of him. I stood up and told her under no circumstance was I following her gold digging ass to America. She tried to argue with me but I refused. I can still remember the way my dad placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me just this absolutely proud look. It made the bond we had even stronger
, but it made the one I had with my brother crumble. He decided to go with her and not even a week later the two were gone. At first my dad and I were a little lost without them but it wasn’t long before we had a new life. He taught me about inspiration and passion. He showed me the
true
beauty in the world and together we made a living.

“We started playing music together in pubs, on streets, anywhere. He always support
ed anything I wanted to do. As we continued to explore our new lives, I realized there was no other way I wanted to live my life. My brother tried to stay in contact with me but I didn’t say a word to him for ten years.”

“What made you decide to give in after so long?” I couldn’t resist my question.

“My father. He grew very ill and one day he told me I needed my brother. While my mother might be a stuck up prude, Joel was family and all I’d have once he was gone. I had never doubted my father, and I wasn’t going to start then. Ten days after my first phone call to my brother in ten years, my dad died. Joel was making good money and immediately bought a ticket to fly over for the funeral. It wasn’t until I saw him again that I realized how much I had missed him. We kept in contact when he returned home, but I stayed in Europe for almost ten more years. Then finally I gave in and moved to this area to be near Joel. That’s always why I have the thicker British accent than he does.”

“I don’t recall hearing an accent when he spoke.”

Onyx’s lips smirked up as if I hit on some inside joke. “Oh he hides it well, for his bitch of a wife. The woman reminds of my mother so much it makes me sick. But every now and then when he is talking very fast with some intense heightened emotion—you’ll hear it. That stuck up wife of his, Polly, will yell at him for being “out of control” if he slips up.”

“Why does she hate it so much? That is seriously insane.” At least I knew I wasn’t wrong in my extreme dislike of Kayne’s mom.

“I’m pretty sure it makes her think of me when he does. I haven’t changed my lifestyle once since I moved here. I still do what I want, despite the kind of money I make. That isn’t what she respects in people, so naturally she hates me and probably threatens Joel not to become who I am. But that’s enough about me. I’ve shared far more than I planned. I believe it is your turn.”

I didn’t jump to divulge information. Inste
ad I was still focused on him, while I slowly took in the depths of the grief that has pained him throughout his life. He has been betrayed, lied to, and even felt lost. When I first felt an attraction to Onyx it ricocheted throughout my entire being and struck a chord in my heart that I hadn’t understood until now. Onyx knew hurt the way many others would never grasp but
I
got it. Maybe our individual experiences were different. Yet, I was beginning to wonder if I had found the one person I could eventually feel comfortable sharing the darkest secrets of my heart with.

“I feel
you.” The words felt cheesy coming out, but as I pressed my hand against his heart it was all I could think to do to show Onyx exactly what I meant.

He pressed his mouth onto mine and in a flash a searing hot fire ignited between the both of us. I felt his cock thickening beneath my ass and I was ready to ride him right here on this piano bench. Onyx let himself give into the burning desire that mixed within
us, but out of nowhere he pulled back and pressed his hands against my arms. I tried capturing his skin with my lips again but it was no use—he was far stronger than I was. A grunt of frustration made its way out and Onyx laughed.

“We’ll get to the fun in a bit but I don’t want to get carried away before I learn anything about you, Alexandria.”

I was silent for a moment, flipping through the pieces of my life. Most of it was either locked up tight or uneventful, such as my stripper work. Something told me Onyx would never let me get away with just talking about my job at the nightclub either. He wanted to
know
me,
understand
me, and I hated it. At least, I should have. Perhaps I would have if he had not given me a look into his own past first. But now I didn’t simply feel obligated to tell more—I
wanted
to tell him something no one else knew.

“I don’t have nearly as much to tell today like you did.”

“I didn’t ask for as much. Just give me a look. Tell me anything, love.”

A weighted sigh escaped and I felt almost powerless to control everything in this moment. It was as if I never grasped how exhausting it was to hide my truths—until now.

“I have no friends. I have people I talk to when I run into them, and even that number only grew from two to three, after reconnecting with Kayne. That is solely because I trust no one and don’t feel any of them could ever be in my world without hurting me. I’m so locked up in my own bubble of agony that when I get dropped off by anyone, even a taxi cab, I don’t let them bring me home. I have convinced myself that at any moment if someone knew where I actually lived, I would be attacked. I protect myself in the only way I know how to and that is to not tell anyone a damn thing about my life. Even the second most important thing to my life, which is painting, is something only one other soul knows.”

“What’s the first most important?” He asked in a whisper, testing his limits.

My head shook, but it wasn’t just to respond to his question. It was to shake back the approaching tears.

“I can’t…” I didn’t manage to get anything else out before Onyx sealed his mouth over mine in a soft peck.

“Then don’t. Not now, but thank you Alexandria. Thank you for letting me in.”

One of the first tears I could recall shedding rolled down my cheek. Just as it reached my lips Onyx had his mouth back on mine
, and that chaste kiss was gone. The passion and comfort we had found with sharing things that may seem so simple had taken us through a whirlwind of emotions in such a short time. We craved each other and there was no one else that could understand us the way we could. My arms and legs wrapped around him tighter as he stood from the bench and carried us back to the bed. That was where we spent the next couple hours exploring and torturing each other in the best ways possible.