Sociopath's Obsession(13)

I broke the kiss as we both breathed heavily. He frowned and growled disapprovingly at my action, leaning to kiss me again, but my hands stopped him. His erection pressed against my stomach, making me wetter than I had ever been. My hands moved to circle his neck as my fingers laced through his hair and my lips closed the distance with his. I slowly licked around his lips, earning a groan from him, and then my tongue entered his mouth and enjoyed a gentle dance with his. Slowly, he settled and learned what I wanted.

We kissed for several moments, or was it hours? He trailed his lips lower to my neck, sucking the skin gently as my lungs drew in much needed air. His hands squeezed my ass harder, probably leaving marks, not that I cared in the moment. With a swift move, he carried me to the big, wooden, black table in the middle of the room, placed me on the edge, and stepped between my legs. He moved the zipper of my dress lower, displaying my breasts. My nipples throbbed.

“Sapphire.” His low whisper against my ear made me tremble in the best of ways. He flattened his hand on my stomach and laid me down on the table. Before I could say anything else, he licked my nipples, making me moan louder than I should. He stopped his action and removed his jacket and tie. The latter he put over my mouth, essentially gagging me.

“Your moans are only for me.” He returned his attention to my breasts, sucking and playing with my nipples, while his hands hiked my dress up to my stomach. The cold air forced goosebumps along my exposed skin. Then he moved lower, placed a soft kiss on my stomach, and pushed my thighs wider. He nipped the tender skin then pushed my thong aside, leaving me bare for his gaze. His tongue flicked my clit then he started sucking. He flattened his tongue and lapped at my core, gently licking and pushing his tongue inside me. I raised my hips in pleasure, wanting more. His hands caressed my thighs and then he placed them over his shoulders, allowing him deeper access, and God, was it good. My hands tugged on his hair, and my heels closed around his back. My body was on fire, every touch bringing newer sensations until one of the most powerful pleasures overtook me.

“Mine,” he softly whispered.



Sapphire

“Stupid, so damn stupid.” Muttering those words to myself probably didn't change anything, but it was a good way of reminding myself how stupid a female mind could be.

I grabbed my favorite mug and poured in my green mint tea, strolled to the big window in the kitchen, and opened it up to admire the rain pouring heavily from the sky. I inhaled deeply the smell of freshly soaked granite while some raindrops touched the skin of my face and neck. The tickling sensations made me laugh lightheartedly. No better weather than a cloudy day.

So back to last night. I had the perfect guy to spend a good night with; despite being geeky, he was interesting to talk to and made me feel comfortable.

My mistake hit me the minute I came to the empty apartment I couldn't make a home, no matter how hard I tried. I was alone once again, and for some reason, yesterday made me mad. However, a little part of me laughed at all this, and I couldn’t help but think about one good point.

He wasn't the same as his brother. But I felt even worse, because I saw his twin out front of the club for only a minute and couldn't forget his eyes.

Something about the brother I met last night spoke to me on a deep level, although his touches didn't inspire a raging inferno inside me. Yet one touch from his club-owning twin to my chin, and my body trembled just from the memory.

Here I was the next morning, wearing my sweatpants and a sweater, drinking tea alone in a cold apartment, because no matter how much I tried, it was impossible to get warm in this hole. The heaters didn’t work, and the walls were so thin I heard the neighbors screwing each other’s brains out every night. Not to mention the constant problem with the water. Unfortunately, my salaries combined didn't allow me to have better when it came to two-room apartment hunting in New York. The only choices left were to suck it up and always remember to wear a sweater, drink something hot, and under no circumstances flush the toilet when the shower was on. Pretty simple rules.

Sophie hadn't checked in yet, but I wasn't worried. She usually came back in the afternoon when she had a one-night stand, and it wasn't as if she had a job to attend. I sounded bitter, but I’d had enough. I was young too and wanted to have some fun. She had to either find a job or be on her own. This place was big enough for two, but I’d rather rent something smaller and cozier, not to mention in a better neighborhood.

My job wasn’t until evening, so I had some time to work on the paper I was writing for some extra cash. I guess all those Spanish and French classes I hated came in handy after all, because translating made me some good money, which allowed me to have a savings account.