Page 38 of Lick

I can’t help but sigh. If she only knew what I’d like to do to her. “I need your help, baby.” I work her jeans down her legs one side at a time.

“I need your help,” she repeats my statement. “I need your help to rid myself of something.” She’s not making sense, but she’s allowing me to do what I need to do, so I ignore her words. “Why won’t you lick me?” Squatting down, I lift one foot at a time, taking off her jeans. “Why don’t you have sex with any of the girls? I thought you did, but they said, nope. Will you do it to me? Will you do it to your sugar tits?”

She crosses her arms pushing those delectable tits up and out. I pause for a moment, allowing her words to sink in. Her hands grab my shoulders, her touch sending chills through my body, making me hyper-aware of what I’m about to do. Taking a deep breath, I pull her panties free.

Fuck Me.

Her bare pussy is level with my eyes.

“Please,” she whimpers as she slightly bends her knees. “Help me,” she begs.

My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. The feel of that silky pussy on the warmth of my tongue as I bury my face between her legs, making her come. I want to hear her moan out my name. But for the first time in my life, I want more. I yearn for more than the meaningless. I ache for something I’ve never had, something out of my reach. My craving for want is turning into a desire of need, and she’s the only one who can suppress my hunger.

Shaking my head, I stand and unclasp her bra, freeing her large tits. “Give me some mother fucking strength,” I say as I drop her bra to the floor. Her tits rise and fall as she takes in each breath. I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so perfect in my life. Her petite frame carries her curves, making her body a modern work of art. Her tiny waist, tight flat stomach, and full rounded ass make my mouth water. My cock is now straining against the fabric of my boxers. The need to sink into her pussy, marking her as mine is fierce.

I’ve never once freely given myself to a woman. The fucking I did when I was a kid was forced. But now, the only force I feel is the one being led by my heart. The organ I thought had died long ago is beating for the first time since my innocence was ripped from my grip, and it’s beating only for her. For Jenni.

I pull her into the shower, but I don’t answer her pleas. I ignore them just like I’m ignoring the throbbing need my cock is producing. I’m still in my boxers. My self-control is shit right now, so keeping a barrier between us two is probably the smartest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I run my fingers through her hair under the spray of the shower. The soft moans of pleasure coming from her mouth tell me I made the right choice.

“Tired,” she expresses as her head rolls back and her eyes close. With my arm wrapped around her bare waist for support, I quickly rinse away the stench from our bodies.

Her body becomes limp as her knees give out, finally passing out.

The brightness of the daylight is blinding even behind my closed eyelids. The pillow beneath my head feels like a stone boulder. My mouth is dry and cotton filled. My stomach feels empty and my body is sore. I roll over onto my back placing my arm over my eyes, trying to smother the glow of the morning.

“Bet you feel like shit, huh, Sugar Tits?”

Groaning, I continue to roll to my side towards the sound of Lick’s voice. I force my eyes open. “Only slightly.” My voice is scratchy.

“You shouldn’t hang with the big dogs if you’re still a pup.” He stands and walks towards me, handing me a big glass of water and two pain pills. I sit up and take what he’s offering. “Try to keep the water in your stomach. I’ve had enough of your puke on me to last a lifetime.”

“I did puke on you, didn’t I?” I drop the pills in my mouth and chase them back with the water. The sudden movement of my head has my brain pounding against my skull. “Good grief, my head is trying to detach itself from my body.”

“What were you thinking drinking like that?”

His anger surprises me. “We were just hanging out. I was bored.”

“Ain’t no fucking reason for you to drink like that.”

“I really don’t need any lectures from you. Not now, not when I can barely stomach the sound of my own voice.” I hand him the glass before easing myself back down into the comfort of the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I realize that I’m not in my bed at Bianca’s.

“Why am I in your bed?”

“Figured you’d ask why you’re in my T-shirt before asking why you’re in my bed.”

“Well, that’s because I didn’t know I was in your shirt until you just pointed it out.” Turning my head against the pillow, I meet his gaze. “Did you dress me?”

“Yes, I dressed you. I stripped you naked, washed the stink from your body, dressed you and put you to bed. You’re welcome.” He turns his back towards me, heading for the door.

“Tylan.” My voice comes out in a plea. He stops and turns around. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Sugar Tits. Get some rest because we’ve got shit to talk about.”

Before I can say anything more, he’s out the door.

I feel the bed dip next to me. The smell of leather, motor oil and Tylan engulfs my senses, making my eyes flutter open.

“You know you sleep like the dead.” The huskiness of his voice sends chills through my body.