Taste (Sense Series Book 2) (2 page)

“Fuck!” I groaned, and a mixture of pleasure and pain overtook my senses.

His turgid cock filled me up completely, and I sighed in contentment. He withdrew and pushed deep into me. I placed my hands on the pillows of the sofa to brace myself against the impact of him because he wasn’t in a gentle mood. I was grateful for that because I wasn’t either. I wanted to feel all of him inside of me.

His long thick tool stroked me repeatedly, the impact pushing my body forward. My arms gave out, and I fell face first onto the pillow. My pussy was his for the taking, and he knew it. His hands went to my waist, and his unyielding member mercilessly drilled me. My pussy clenched, contracted, and I was unable to hold my release. My nectar coated him, and he glided in and out of me with ease.

When I thought that his pace couldn’t get any faster, he proved me wrong, and his hips worked at a pace that was unreal. Another orgasm built up inside of me again, and my pleasure reached its peak once again. I shrieked as waves of pleasure washed over me again, more powerful than before. My second orgasm was too much for him to handle, and he erupted inside of me, still pumping while he spurted his seed in me.

His slowly rose to his feet, and we went to the bathroom to clean up.

“I wish that all Wednesdays could be like this,” I said.

“There’s nothing to stop us,” he laughed.

“So how in the hell are you and Mr. Karate?” Lizzie asked.

“So far so good, he’s still pressuring me for a relationship but I keep telling him that I’m not ready. I wish that he would give it rest so that I can think straight.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you Kerry. Women would do anything to have a man like him begging them for a relationship.”

“Would you?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t say me. I said women,” she laughed, “But seriously, you seem so happy. I think that you’re kidding yourself by making him wait. Men don’t wait forever, and they shouldn’t.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t just about me anymore?”

“Well, you know how things were with me and Ronald. I wanted him to wait until I was ready. I was too busy being wild, and he left. When I wanted to be serious about him, he was gone, and he didn’t come back. I missed out on a really good thing, and I still regret it.”

It was rare when Lizzie mentioned Ronald. She met him while we were in undergraduate school, and he was head over hills in love with her. Liz was too busy partying to take him seriously, and she treated him as if he didn’t matter. He was always there for her whenever she needed him, but he got frustrated after about 2 years and left her. She took it pretty hard, and she still hasn’t been in a relationship since then.

I worry about my friend because I know that she could benefit from having someone stable in her life, but she goes through men like disposable tissues. She’s referred to as the ‘Black Widow,’ by those that know her well. Men salivate over her upon site, and if she likes them she’ll tolerate them for as long as she cares to and then discards them like trash.

“You talk as if it’s too late for you,” I said.

“I know it’s not too late for me. It’s just difficult for me to find someone that I really like and connect with. I’m picky you know.”

“Well if you would just take the time to get to know them, then maybe you would find a person that you connect with. You’ve been doing plenty of connecting, just not the kind that really counts,” I joked.

“Really funny,” she rolled her eyes, “But you’re right. I’ve been thinking of being celibate for a little while and dating only. I’ll only have sex if I really like the person. That way I can know them outside of the bedroom first.”

“You’re thinking of going celibate? It must be pretty damned cold in hell right now.”

“Yeah, they’re all in need of furs down there. I’m pretty serious about this, and I’m ready to find someone. It’s lonely being me,” she pouted, “And you’re always so tied up with Adam. I’m happy for you, but I’m used to seeing you a lot more.”

I dived into my uneaten Indian food at one of my favorite restaurants in the Chicago Hyde Park neighborhood. My lamb curry was delicious, and the fragrant basmati rice was making me extremely happy. Eating also gave me the chance to think about what I wanted to say to Lizzie. I was spending a lot more time with Adam than I have with any other relationship. She and I usually saw each other about 3 to 4 times a week and she would spend the night over to my place or vice versa. It was odd now that we only saw one another about once a week. I didn’t want her to be lonely, but Adam fulfilled a part of me that she never could. I only hoped that she would be able to find someone that could do the same thing for her. We were both older now, and it was time to stop living as if we were in college.

“I miss you too Lizzie and there are times when I wish it was just the both of us in our small dorm room. I had no clue that those times were going to be some of the best moments in my life. But it’s time that…”

“It’s okay,” she said cutting me off, “I understand. It’s time for us to find men and live our lives. I said it before, I’m happy for you and I really mean it. That’s why I want you to take Adam a lot more seriously. Don’t mess it up.”

“I’ll take that into consideration mom,” I teased.

“I really hope so because being alone isn’t fun.”

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I caught a cab back to my apartment after having dinner with Elizabeth. I looked at my phone, and I saw that I had quite a few missed calls and texts. 1 of the calls was from Michael, 3 of them were from my parents, and my texts were from my mom. She was asking me where I was. It confused me why should would care. I’m from North Dakota and my parents still live there. But leave it to my bother to be nosy to the extreme.

I called her on my way up the stairs to my apartment building, and I didn’t get an answer. I silently prayed that everything was okay with my mom and dad. I tried her cell again, and I heard a phone ring, and my mom’s voice saying ‘I can’t answer it, this stupid screen keeps freezing.”

I froze on the stairs, and I didn’t want to turn the corner on my floor. I had to be in the middle of a nightmare. I debated turning around and leaving, I’m sure Elizabeth wouldn’t mind me staying the night at her house. What in the hell was my mom doing here?

“And who are you again?” My mom asked.

“I’m Adam, I live next door. Do you want me to try to call her?”

“That would be great,” I heard my dad say.

Holy hell! I was in a nightmare. I’d done something horrible wrong and the universe was trying to punish me. I hesitantly walked up the last step and turned the corner. I plastered a fake smile on my face and walked towards my apartment.

“Hey Mom and Dad!” I said in a mock excited voice, and I could hear the strain in it. “ What are you doing here?”

“Hey baby girl,” My dad said.

“Hi sweetie, we thought that you weren’t ever going to show up,” my mom said as she gave me a big hug.

“This is a big surprise. I wish you would have told me that you were coming. I could have prepared.”

“We thought that we would surprise. It’s been over a year since we’ve seen you, and this was just a spur of the moment trip,” my dad responded.

“How long will you be here?”

“Only for the weekend, we have a flight going back home on Sunday night.”

Adam cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly.

“Oh! I see that you’ve met Adam,” I said with a smile.

“So you do know him,” my mom said.

“Yes I do, he’s a really good friend of mines.”

A look of confusion flashed across his face when I said the statement and I knew that I hurt him. I could have told my parents that we were dating but then I would have had to answer a million questions. They still didn’t know about my breakup with Michael and so springing the new information on them at the moment would have been a shit storm for me. I opened the door to my apartment and my parents walked inside.

I closed the door behind them when they were inside and stayed in the hallway with Adam. I had the feeling that drama was on the horizon for me, and I didn’t want him to be a witness to it. I wouldn’t wish my parents on anyone, especially not the man that I cared about. The less he was around them, the better.

“This was so unexpected, thank you for being willing to help them out,” I said.

“It’s no problem at all. Maybe I’ll come by after you all get settled?”

“Ummm, would you mind if I caught up with you on Sunday night? My parents can be a bit much, and I don’t want to put you through that. When they pop up, it’s usually something to be concerned about. I just want to focus on figuring out what they want and making sure that they go home on Sunday.”

A myriad of emotions crossed his face, and he looked like he had a lot to say. He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“Is that not okay?” I asked.

“No. I mean yes, it’s okay,” he stuttered.

“I’m sorry that they had to come and ruin our weekend. I was really looking forward to drinks and dancing with you.”

“Yeah me too,” he said blankly, “I guess I’ll see you on Sunday,” he kissed my cheek and walked down the hall to his apartment.

I wanted to call him back to me and make it all better, but I knew that my dad or mother would come to the door soon. I figured that I could smooth it over with him on Sunday night. It was only two days away, and we could manage to be without each other for that amount of time. At least I hoped that we could.

I walked into my apartment, and my mom immediately said, “He was really nice. I bet Michael hates that he lives next door. That man is obviously smitten with you.”

“Michael and I are no longer together,” I admitted.

“What? Why not? Are you okay?” My dad asked quickly, looking me over as if there would be some physical evidence of my emotional bruises.

“I’m fine dad, I promise.” I said.

“Well then what happened?” My mother probed.

“We weren’t right for each other anymore. It was just best that we were apart.”

“I wish that you would have told me about what happened between the two of you. I would have come to Chicago sooner. I know that you really cared about him, and you were hoping to marry him.”

Leave it to my mom to sum a situation up in 2 sentences or less. Hearing her say it out loud made me cringe on the inside. What made me cringe even more was that she wanted to offer me a shoulder to cry on. It was no secret that she didn’t care for Michael; then again she didn’t care for anyone that stood in the way of what she wanted. She thought that he was one of the reasons that I was refusing to come home. This wasn’t the case at all, but it’s the story that she made up in her head. Before him, Lizzie was the reason I wouldn’t come home.

I thought that she was going to come and personally move my things out of our apartment when she and I moved in together. My parent’s visits were so awkward because my mom was rude to Lizzie. I had to make them get a hotel a couple of times because I didn’t like the way that she was treating my best friend. My dad can be quite the pushover, and he goes along with whatever my mom says, even if he knows that she’s being a complete basket case.

“I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was a decision that I made with a sound mind and I didn’t need to be comforted over it,” I said.

She scrunched her face and tilted her head, “So that’s all that there is to the story?”

“That’s all that matters,” I said shortly.

“I’ll change the sheets on my bed and the both of you can have my room. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“We don’t want to put you out of your own room,” my mom said.

She’s so damned full of it. It’s exactly what she planned on doing and I wasn’t going to go back and forth with her on the issue.

“It’s no problem at all. My couch is really comfortable, and I’ve spent countless nights sleeping on it. So you’re not inconveniencing me at all.”

“Oh great, that’s the last thing that we would want to do.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her and turned towards my linen closet. After making up my bed and putting out towels for the two of them. I went back out to the living area to find my mom in my kitchen searching for food. My stomach knotted at the judgment that I was about to receive. I had not been grocery shopping in a while, and there was no fresh produce in my house. My family owns a chain of grocery stores and fresh ingredients were always in my house when I was growing up. My mom stressed the importance of them, and she could be quite the food snob. But then again, she could afford to be, because we had a seemingly endless supply.

“I’m jetlagged dear and so I’m going to head off to bed. Maybe we can go sight-seeing tomorrow?” my mom asked.

“That sounds like a plan,” I responded.

“We can do that after we go grocery shopping,” she said as she walked to my room.

This time I didn’t hide my eye roll, and this got a hearty laugh from my dad.

“You know she’s really not so bad once you get to know her,” he joked.