Page 65 of Lie with Me
CJ silences me with an eager kiss as he sinks into my already enflamed folds. I expel a hysterical moan, lightheaded from the feel of him. He takes his time, pumping in and out of my pussy slowly, savoring every second. But I want more, so much more. Ineedmore.
I grind my hips, tightening around his cock. There is an orgasm buried so deep inside me, it’s literally trying to claw its way out.
“Make me come! Oh God, please, make me come!” I implore, becoming more desperate by the second.
“Not yet. Not until I hear you say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you love me.” He looks me in the eyes, water dotting his face as it bounces off his shoulder.
“You know I do.” I clutch his head in my hands. “I said it and I meant it and I will never take it back. I can’t ever take it back.” I kiss him riotously. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chant sincerely.
“Mmm . . .” He moans into my mouth, seemingly appeased as he palms one of my ass cheeks and drills into me. I actually scream from the delicious force as I sink my nails into his back. CJ begins to pound away, finally giving me exactly what I’m begging for. Hard, deep, penetrating thrusts and abusive clitoral stimulation. I whine and whimper as CJ grunts and groans, slamming into me over and over, punching me right in the g-spot.
“Fuck!” The wind is knocked out of me as I shatter, the emotionally-charged climax ripping me to shreds. I cry through my orgasm as a rush of relief carries away the weight on my chest.
“Tara, don’t cry.” CJ holds me close as he finds his own release, his muscles tightening and his voice straining. But I can’tstop the tears no matter how hard I try. I’ve kept my lies hidden so long, now that they’ve surfaced, I have no control of the poignant effect.
CJ holds me securely as I cry out every single cathartic tear, drowning out the sound of shower spray and his choppy breathing.
“Do you feel cleansed?” he asks eventually as he plants soft, loving kisses down my neck.
“More than cleansed.” I sigh emotionally, my lip still trembling. “Absolved.”
AFTER OUR FIRST THOROUGH CLEANSING, we got dirty all over again. It was exactly the remedy I needed. By the time we stumbled out of the shower, it felt like I was beaten up all over again, but in the best possible way.
I walk out of the bathroom and nearly lose my towel. “Jesus!” I jump. “How did you get in here?”
Slade is sipping coffee casually on my couch. He turns his mysterious gaze up to me. “I picked the lock. Didn’t think you two were ever going to come out of there.”
“You picked the lock?” I bat my eyes.
“Yeah, not much to it. This is New York. You should consider investing in a deadbolt. Wouldn’t want to get your pretty little head into trouble, would you, sunshine?”
“No,” I answer simply.It’s a little too late for that anyway.
“You weren’t kidding when you said first thing in the morning.” CJ exits the bathroom also wearing only a towel. They bump fists. “And you brought coffee.”
“You said it was urgent. I don’t fuck around with urgent.” Slade stands up and hands CJ a cup of coffee. He then turns his attention to me, taking my chin with two fingers and inspecting my shiner. “Fucked you up pretty good, huh?”
I look down at the floor, embarrassed. “Least it’s notpermanent.” He lifts his head so I can see his scar under the brim of his hat and regards me darkly. It makes my scalp prickle.
“Right.” I shake him off uneasily and go to grab some clothes.
“That cocksucker isn’t going to be walking around much longer after what he did,” CJ says, pulling his pants on under the towel. He then discards it and pulls on his shirt.
“You got a plan?” Slade asks.
“Aside from a sniper rifle? Not yet, but I do have a mobile command center. So it’s a start.” He sits down on the couch and pulls out a laptop from a leather bag on the floor. “Babe, hurry up and get dressed. We need to talk,” CJ says, distracted as he boots up the computer. I hurry into the bathroom and get dressed; I brush the knots out of my hair but leave it to air dry.
I sit down next to CJ as he types away, Slade standing cross- armed opposite from us.
“Huh,” CJ grunts as he reads something on the screen.
“What?” I ask.
“Your cocksucking friend has quite the rap sheet. Assault and battery, robbery, possession.”
