38: Slowly

Sean

     "So, what do you do?" I ask her once things calm down and a slow song starts up.

     "I'm a masseuse," she answers with a small smile, and I stop in momentary shock.

     Oh no fucking way! I think once I can start thinking again. She starts laughing.

      "I love watching guys' reactions when I tell them that," she purrs with a big grin on her face.

       I swallow. My mouth had gone dry. "Well, can you blame us? That's fucking hot." I watch her closely for her reaction.

       "It's a job." She shrugs. "One that I do well."

       I have to change the subject before I come in my pants. It's been way too long for me. "So, I never learned your name."

       "I never told you," she replies coyly.

       "It would be nice if you did," I say and leave my statement hanging, waiting for her to tell me.

       "It's Belinda," she says. "Now, are you going to tell me yours?"

     "Sean," I tell her, and I see a momentary flash of some unidentifiable emotion cross her face before she immediately masks it with her pretty smile.

       "Well Sean," she says and runs her finger down my cheek, "I need to visit the ladies' room. Don't go anywhere, k?"

        I take the hand off my cheek and kiss her fingers as I say, "I'll be eagerly awaiting your return." She winks at me before she disappears in the crowd.

       Maybe today won't turn out to be so bad after all.

Belinda

     Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! I think in rapid succession once I get safely in the restroom. Is it? Is he the one Maggie was talking about yesterday? I pull out my phone and call Lynne.

     Her voice sounds teasing when she answers, "I thought you were out hunting."

     I ignore the banter she wants to start up, "What was the name of that guy Maggie was talking about? Erin's ex."

      "Sean."

      "Shit." And he's cute too. Damn it.

      "Why?"

      "He's here," I say, glad the bathroom is empty save for me. "I was just dancing with him." It has to be the right one. He matches Maggie's description now that I think about it. "I've been dumped," echoes in my head. Yep.

      "Really," she says slowly, sounding like she's mulling something over. "Keep him there. I want to have some fun."

      "What kind of fun?" I ask, knowing full well what she's capable of.

      "Nothing he doesn't deserve. You're at Hurricane, right?"

      "Yes. Lynne, is this really necessary?"

      "Why else would you call me?"

      "So you can confirm my suspicions."

     "And I did. And now I can't just sit here. I have to do something. Erin is one of us now, and he tried to hurt one of our own. He needs to learn a lesson."

       "You're really scary sometimes, do you know that?" I ask her, holding the phone with both hands.

      "Thanks, hun," she says and laughs. "Keep him there for me... in fact, go ahead and tell him a friend of yours is coming and that maybe we can all get a little friendly. He'll not be able to resist that." 

        I know nothing I could say would stop her. "All right, I guess."

         "Good. I'll see you soon," she says and hangs up.

         I actually feel a small amount of pity for this Sean guy. He's going to get a wake-up call tonight.

         I walk out of the restroom and find Sean looking like a lost puppy without me. 

         "Welcome back," he says with a grin.

         Here goes. "Sorry I took so long," I say and press myself up against him. He doesn't mind in the slightest. "A friend of mine called while I was in there, and I told her about you. She wants to meet you too."

        "A friend," he states like a question.

        "A good friend," I purr suggestively and wonder if he's going to start drooling. 

        He recovers quickly enough, however, and says, "Well, if she's anything like you, I'd love to meet her." Then we start dancing again right where we stand.


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Erin

     I must've fallen asleep because I wake up to Bryce kissing me again. However, this kiss isn't like last time. This time there's no pain behind it, and I'm glad.
      He inhales through his nose while his hands run up my sides, lifting my shirt as he goes.
      "Not sleeping, are you?" he asks huskily.
      "Nope. Just a momentary slip into a blissful state of unconsciousness." I laugh at myself.
      "You have been driving me insane all afternoon, you know," he states against my breast.
      "Me?!" I ask, incredulous.
      "Mmm. Yeah. I like this shirt. It looks nice on you. However, I've imagined how I would take it off of you every calm moment we've had this afternoon."
     He must be able to sense my shift in mood as I think about the not-calm moments of this afternoon.
     "But... Erin, are you okay?" he stops what he's doing and looks at me with a concerned expression.
     "I could be better, I admit, but I'm not near as bad as you fear. In fact, I feel a little better now. Maybe he finally got the message."
      "But you weren't okay when I came up here earlier..." He leaves his question/statement hanging.
      "I hate being cruel, and it took a lot out of me," I say and run my fingers over his concerned forehead and then through his hair. "Don't cut your hair," I tell him, the subject change taking him by surprise.
      He smiles, all traces of concern gone. "You like my hair?"
     "Yes," I sigh. And your eyes. And your abs. And the way those jeans hang on you. And your lips. Damn, even the man's feet are sexy. I look up at my boyfriend and remind him, "You mentioned something about wanting to remove my shirt."
      His eyes open, they'd closed while I ran my fingers through his hair, and he looks down at me with hunger in his eyes. "But I wanted to first make sure you're okay. ... not like last time."
     "I liked last time," I whisper, and his expression darkens. Well, not after. Hm. That must be what he's talking about. "And I thought we fixed the misunderstanding afterwards."
      "I want to make love to you," he says simply, obviously wishing to drop the subject of last time as he slowly peels my shirt off me. He tosses it to the floor before he adds very near my mouth, "Slowly."
      One word. How does he do that with one word?! I shudder to think of Bryce's definition of 'slowly.' A small whimper escapes that gives away my thoughts. I wish I could take it back, but he definitely heard me.
       I hear him chuckle quietly in his throat as he undoes the button on my shorts and pulls the zipper down. Then he sits up, and his eyes lock with mine as he pulls my shorts down and off. A wicked grin covers his features suddenly like he just got an idea. What is he thinking?
     "After all," he says as calmly as he can manage, "I still haven't explored everywhere." He removes my sandals and licks the underside of my foot.
     "Holy shit," I frantically whisper and try to pull my foot away. He's ready for me, however, and catches my ankle.

      "Hm," he ponders while his other hand strokes the underside of my calf.
      "Not my feet," I beg.
      "Why not?" he asks.
      "Feet are gross."
      "Yours aren't," he says and sucks on the toe next to my big toe, taking it into his mouth and lightly biting it. I whimper loudly and try to get my foot free from his grasp again. "I think you like it," he says calmly after releasing my toe. "You just don't want to admit it." He reaches with his free hand and massages the skin around my pinky toe, and the sensation goes straight to my groin. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, and I want to kick him in the face except that would make the wonderful sensation stop.
     "They're feet!" I rasp out, trying to regain control over my body that has betrayed me once again in this man's magic hands. "They're for walking on!" Preposition.
      "Mhm. Feet are really quite interesting, did you know?" he says with irritating calm, still working the skin around my pinky toe with occasional licks and bites to other areas. "You can tie almost every part of the body to somewhere on the foot. So a good foot rub..." He applies the smallest amount of increase in pressure. "...can affect the entire body."
      I whine loudly.
      "Shh. You don't want to worry Adele."
      "No fair!" I say and sit up to try to pry his hands off my feet before it's too late.
      He looks up and grins at me. "Are you trying to fight me again, Erin?"
      "Yes," I growl as I start clawing at his fingers, but I can't gain a good enough purchase. "They. Are. Feet. They're. Not. Sexy. Quit it!" I get out, getting steadily more aggravated as he starts laughing.
       He releases my foot to take my face in his hands so he can kiss me. He pulls back before I expect him to, however, and says, "I love you."
       "Not my feet," I repeat.
       His eyes twinkle as he says, "I love your feet too."
       "That's not what I meant!" I squeal as he laughs a little and pushes me back against the mattress, finally away from my feet. I don't trust him to stay up here though, so I hold his face in my hands now and kiss him.
       "Erin," he pulls back to talk to me in a very amused voice, "there is not a place on your body that isn't sexy as hell." Then he attacks my earlobe.
       I gasp and try to move away. Of course, he has a firm grip of my chin. "Bryce, please!" I can only get out as a loud whisper. It's too weird how much I like that.
       He laughs quietly, and I can feel his breath against my throat as he says, "You stopped me from fully exploring your feet. I need some sort of consolation." I feel his lips on the skin behind my ear, and goosebumps break out all over me. "Oh, and Erin? I will finish that one day, even if I have to tie you up to do it."
        I gasp and feel him smiling against my neck. "What?!" I squeak out.
       "You heard me. I said it right into your ear after all," he says, acting distracted now as his hand travels down to the middle of the side of my torso.
       Quickly, one of his hands lifts me a little while the other flies under me and my bra is undone in a little over two seconds... I think.
       "Haven't lost your touch," I say with a smirk to his answering grin. I can't help but think of an Old West gunslinger practicing his quick draw.
     "Well, I have to keep that skill up just in case," he says while lowering himself to kiss my stomach.
       Where is he going? He'd better not be headed to my feet again... I think as he pulls down my undies. While he's down at my feet, I quickly pull my legs up to me.
       "You make it so tempting." he says huskily. "I was going to leave your feet alone for tonight, but if you're going to deliberately try to keep them from me, then I'll have to rethink that."
       "What?!" I squeak again. "No!"

       Fast as lightning, he captures both of my ankles in his hands and presses my feet against the mattress next to each other, my knees bent. The laughter has left his eyes now as he locks his with mine and pulls my ankles apart. Then his hands travel up my shins, greedily spreading his fingers so that he can touch as much of me as possible. Oh no.

       He leans down and slowly licks the inside of my thigh while his hand moves up the opposite one.
       "Bryce..." I whisper, but he ignores my plea when his tongue strokes my clitoris.
       "Ah!" I cry out, and he stops for a second.
    "You're going to have Adele knocking on the door wondering what's wrong if you can't keep quiet," he says way too seriously.
       "I can't keep quiet," I say with my eyes closed. Just looking at him where he is drives me crazy.
       "So again, I'm denied what I want to do," he says in an admonishing tone. My mouth drops in shock when he says, "You're accruing quite a debt here, Erin."
       "Me?" I ask, flabbergasted, as I watch him remove his pants. I pout when he finishes removing them.
        He looks at me with a confused expression and asks, "What?"
        "You never let me do that. You... distract me." He really wasn't wearing anything under those jeans, I think as I answer my earlier internal question.
       The grin is back for a second before he says, "I like distracting you." His lips finally return to mine as he crouches over me. "Now," he asks, "can I trust you to be quiet?"
        Why was that question hot? "I don't think I can. ...be quiet that is."
        "Oh Erin," he says as he hovers just outside of me, "then you need to practice."

        He enters me with agonizing slowness, sighing as he does so. Then he pulls almost all the way back out before doing it again. I have to bite my lip hard to do my best to keep quiet. He's driving me crazy. I just want him to stay more inside me! This full/empty/full/empty is going to make me scream in frustration soon if nothing else does.
       I finally get his attention when I whimper loudly. "Too much?" he asks.
       "Not enough more like," I say.
       "Oh, you want more?" he asks playfully, still continuing with his ridiculous movements.
       "Bryce!" I snap.
       "Damn, this feels so good though," he says, obviously enjoying my aggravation.
       "At first! But..."
       "I said 'slowly' after all." He grins. "Is there something else you wanted?"
        I have a sudden fantasy about clawing his eyes out.
        Finally, he stays fully inside of me and moves in small, intense circles before he asks, "Like this?"
       "Mmm hmmm," I whimper.
     "Shit, I can tell," he groans before lowering his mouth to my neck where he kisses and occasionally bites me.
       What I enjoyed a few minutes ago slowly starts to irritate the hell out of me. Plus, I'm worried about my neck.
        "Bryce..." I pant, "if you leave a mark on my neck," I let out a low groan when he picks up the speed for only a few seconds before slowing down again, "you're going to regret it."
       He picks up his head and smiles a little down at me before he asks, "I am?"
      "Yes."
      "Again, you make it so tempting."
      Shit, what has come over him?!
       "Bryce..." I say, and I hate the sound of my whining. He merely laughs quietly, and he still won't effing speed up! I growl and grab large fistfuls of his hair.
       "Ow!" he quietly exclaims. "I thought you liked my hair! Why are you trying to pull it out by the roots?"
       "Speed... up!" I growl. I was never this communicative with Sean during sex, but somehow, Bryce brings it out of me.
       He shakes his head. "No. I said... slowly." I start to let out a high-pitched, enraged sound that he quickly silences by kissing me. "Shh!" he says once he releases my lips again.
       "No! Bryce, I can't take this. Not and be quiet at the same time!" I pant.
       "You've done well so far," he says and grins down at me.
       I squeeze my eyes tight and tilt my head back as I let out another whine.

       "Take it, Erin, please. You're so fucking beautiful, and this feels so damn good," he mumbles breathily to me into my neck as he continues with his torturous movements. I start trying on my own to go faster, but he holds my hips steady with one hand as he says, "Oh no you don't. Now, be good. Dammit Erin, trust me and stop fighting it."
       I let out a shaky breath and try. Torturous pleasure radiates from my center to every part of my body until I want to scream. He has absolutely no intention of speeding up... probably at all, I think with another whimper as he gently encourages me to continue to keep myself from fighting him and what he's doing to me. I hadn't even realized what he meant by 'fighting' until I stopped doing it.
      I allow the sensations to take over and consume every thought, blotting out everything else in the universe except what we're sharing.
      I've reached some sort of plateau, and I do my best to keep my cry from being too loud. Bryce whispers something or other that I don't understand as he takes the tempo up only a fraction.
       The pleasure still builds too slowly for me to handle while my breathing sounds coarse and ragged and going to fast. Oh. Oh, I can't stand it!
      "Come on, baby," he whispers, and finally, it forces my body to succumb. He places his hand over my mouth to muffle the noise I can't help but make as he joins me in this powerful climax.
       Sex with this man can never just be 'normal' I guess, I think vaguely while I've started slowly coming back to earth.