His Score by B.L. Brooks
Carmen
I’m stuckin some dream…that must be it.
Because there’s no other reasonable explanation as to why I’m laying in bed at a very intense, very sexy man’s house. The very man who dropped in one night and tore my world apart.
But it’s hard to be mad at the one man I have feelings for, twisted with dirty thoughts I can’t push out of my head no matter how hard I tell myself the guy is dangerous.
I roll over in bed, moaning into the pillow as Cliff has made it clear I’m to stay in this room until morning. The very room that’s graced with a fireplace, stones surrounding the whipping flames that keep catching my eyes. The bed is massive, I’m assuming a king or California-king…I’ve never had either.
Ignoring the aching throb between my legs, my core is burning all thanks to the dream that happened to wake me up just a few minutes ago.
And now, I doubt I’m going back to sleep anytime soon. Just because I’m somewhere safe and warm doesn’t mean I’m sleeping any easier.
“Cliff,” I whisper, rolling back onto my side, curling my legs up as I see that dream again.
My core tightens, the image of Cliff in between my legs, that sexy grin curling his lips before he sticks his tongue out, licking through my folds. I feel the echoing tickle between my thighs while imagining his tongue pressing, rubbing, circling against my clit and giving me the relief I so badly crave.
“I need a cold shower,” I murmur, giving in to kicking this ache off as I slide down the sheets, rising to head for the bathroom.
I pause, knowing Cliff will hear the water going off and wonder what’s going on. If anything, he’ll only make this ache worse.
“Get yourself together, Carmen,” I push to myself as I quickly get back in bed, returning to beneath the sheets as I close my eyes tightly, sighing out.
I can’t do this. I can’t be here.
I rather sleep in my car than go through this. Knowing Cliff is somewhere here in this house…
My thoughts have gone south in the matter of hours I’ve slept. I can envision his touch as he grasps onto me, thrusting into my empty sheath as he takes me hard. His hands would have my hair all wound up into his tight fists, holding me still as his thick cock presses in hard—
“Oh, Cliff,” I moan softly, shock and horror filling inside as I realize my thoughts have spurred me on and now my hand is down on my slit, lightly stroking my clit.
Ugh, that feels so good. I can feel my cheeks flaming as I keep going, rubbing, pressing down until my legs feel tight and a coil of agony settles low in my belly. I rub harder, right on that spot that feels incredible, reaching for what I hope to find is relief.
“Carmen,” I hear a deep growl, my hand falling still a second before the bedroom door bursts open, the light flicking on.
I freeze, embarrassment shooting through my limbs, sending my hand flying up while slamming my legs shut tight.
Cliff stands tall in the doorway, his large frame filling the space but yet all I see is his bare chest. That, and the way he’s staring at me right now. It’s like he knows.
“I…” I begin, a lie dying on the tip of my tongue as shame fills inside. I just want to hide.
“You what?” he grunts, taking large strides into the room, taking me in as his eyes narrow on my body in bed. He comes to a stop beside the nightstand. “Tell me, Carmen. Were you touching yourself?”
Oh, God…how embarrassing is this?
“No,” I mumble beneath his knowing stare.
“Don’t lie,” Cliff barks.
I curl my wet fingers into a tight fist, mortified but strangely turned on by this. He grunts, lowering down to the side of the bed, his expression moving into a tender one.
“Baby girl, I don’t want you to lie to me.” A hand of his takes mine, slowly uncurling my fist.
I shudder, tense and immobile. My eyes widen as he raises my hand to his nose, breathing me in, taking in what I know to be the scent of my wet sex.
“You were touching yourself, weren’t you, Carmen?” he asks softly, the sound settling where I ache the most, making it all the worse.
I can’t lie. I don’t want to lie to Cliff. I’m scared and comforted with him around. And in this new way, I want to give myself up to the man who saved me from an icy night in NYC.
“Yes,” I whisper, my nipples going tight.
“Was it hurting, baby girl?” His eyes burn into me as he slowly licks my fingers, tensing my body as I can’t believe what he’s doing. “Let me see the pain,” he commands, but I’m unable to move.
My breath catching in my throat as Cliff gently guides my legs apart, slowly running a hand down my stomach before he goes lower, cupping me—his touch firm and tight. I gasp, my clit sending a hard pulse as he presses in.
Like something’s come over me, I bump my hips closer, continuing to gasp at the way it’s feeling to have him touching me…there.
I can’t believe I’m living out a dream I’ve been dealing with for a month…a month of second-guessing what my body was telling me when the signs have been clear all along.
And now Cliff has found me, taking me in, bringing my dreams to life. He doesn’t even know…
“Tell me, Carmen. Are you wet for me?” he purrs lowly, his eyes darkening, his words hinting at something I’ve never thought to hope for.
“Yes,” I moan, the suggestion there turning my already dying need into a raging fire. I’m coming out of my shell more than I thought I ever would.
But I want Cliff sticking around this time. His dominating tone only draws me in, giving me a glimpse of what he’s actually capable of…and maybe that’s just what I need.
“Then be a good girl for me, hmm? Answer me, Carmen. Is your pussy in pain?” he asks, his tone harsher than before.
I nod silently, feeling lost on what else to say other than yes.
“And how does this feel?” he grunts just as he lets go of my sex, sliding his middle finger down through my slit.
I gasp as he grazes my aching nub, trailing his finger lower, pressing into my opening and breaching the tight ring of my entrance. It’s foreign, new, but a feeling I’m falling in love with as he moves inside me.
I shudder at the slight sting his invasion is sending up my sex. Cliff groans, twisting his hand, hitting a spot inside that both hurts and feels like a sensation I don’t ever want to lose sight of.
“Carmen, tell me,” he growls, giving his command once again.
“This…this feels amazing, Cliff. I-I don’t know what else to say,” I stammer, not feeling as shy as before but more so ruled by the arousal filling as I press up, forcing his digit in deeper.
There’s a side of me that’s enjoying the pain. And as soon as Cliff slips out of me, he slides his way back in with two fingers this time.
The burn is keeping me going as my body rises, climbing towards a height I’m dying to reach.
“I think baby girl needs some help. Should I give my girl what she needs?”
“Pleaaaase,” I whine, feeling the heat flushing in as he calls me his girl…his strong digits leading my body down an unknown trail.
