In the Mix Page 13

  Yeah—that’s what I thought.

  All talk.

  “I’m going to look into getting a grooming van. I can take a couple days a week and hit up the areas concentrated with seniors. It’s hard for them to get out, and they always love their animals the hardest.” I pop a piece of toast in my mouth.

  “That’s a fantastic idea,” Mom says as if she’s surprised. “For marketing, you can say ‘We’ll bring Bark Avenue to you!’ or something like that.”

  “Not too shabby, there, Mom.” I nod my head in agreement.

  “Do you have a place lined up to live?” Dad interjects.

  “I’m working on it. I’ll be at my house for a while, yet. I need to get some things up to date, ya know, get it show ready.”

  “We have plenty of room here, honey.” Dad pats my shoulder.

  “Thanks, Dad. I’ll see what happens.” I wipe my mouth then push away from the table to get up. “I better head into the shower. I have Lindsay’s party today. I don’t want to be late. Do you guys need anything before I head out?” I offer, before I run up the stairs.

  “We’re good, Ceese.” Dad smiles up at me. “We’re leaving in a few anyway.”

  “Ok. Give the kids a hug for me.” I give them both a kiss on the head and head upstairs.

  Ok, CiCi, you’ve got this. You are NOT going to let him get to you. Pull it together; he’s not the only man on the planet.

  Oh fuck this pep talk . . .

  I get out of my black Honda Civic, grab the gift bags, and close the door. I parked several houses down . . . a half an hour ago. I’m still about fifteen minutes early but I want to offer help. Might as well start on the good foot since I’ll probably end up on the bad one. Wait—I didn’t mean it that way! I’m not saying anything sexual about me and Kyle. Oh . . . you weren’t thinking that? Me neither . . .

  Approaching the door, I smooth out my green dress. Well, not any dress. This is the dress that has been in my closet since my birthday, waiting patiently for me to have a good place to wear it. Aunt Clara bought me this for my birthday. She’s my father’s sister and I swear to God, she has more money than should be allowed. Her favorite store? Saks Fifth Avenue. I can’t even begin to tell you the store credit I have racked up at that store. I wish I could turn it into cash. Anyways, every once in a while, Aunt Clara gets something so right that it cannot be returned. She told me she bought this because it matched my eyes. She was right. Also, I am very partial to the designer, alice + olivia (Charley is, too.) This is their tevin satin brocade dress and I’m in love with it.

  Before I can knock, the door is whipped open. “You’re here! I can’t believe you’re here!” Lindsay screeches, her face beaming the hugest smile I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been off lately or the talk with my mom but I’m tearing up like a crazy hormonal bitch. I hate when this shit happens. Seeing her face though, I know I’ve made the right decision. No matter what’s going on between Kyle and me, I cherish this chick. She’s become a wonderful friend to me.

  “Of course I came! I wouldn’t miss your birthday party!” I hug her. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks—I know no one here! I mean, I know Linz and Kyle, but that’s it. Oh man, I hate this fucking shit. You know I hate it. I have no filter and no apology for it. Oh well . . .

  Here goes nothing . . .

  “Come on in! I can’t wait for you to meet my mom,” she says quickly and grabs my hand to drag me along. “Mom! Mom, this is my best friend, CiCi,” she announces when we make it over the threshold to the kitchen. She made it; I tripped. I look up to find warm, blue eyes, smiling my way.

  We both give each other a quick “once over.” “alice + olivia!” We say in unison. She’s wearing their fila beaded cotton dress. I love that dress!

  “Turn! Turn!” she barks at me. I do a slow spin. “Ahh . . . look at that racerback! Oh, I love it, CiCi. It’s gorgeous.” She beams.

  “Thank you . . . uh . . . Mrs. Cooper,” I stammer.

  “Call me Winnie.” She pulls me in for a hug. She’s a little thing. Perfectly put together from her well-coiffed, brown hair to her patent leather, sling back Jimmy Choo’s. I went with my Fendi, patent leather “Fuck me” pumps. It’s clear; we have fashion in common.

  “Winnie Cooper?” I ask as straight-faced as I can.

  “Yes, I’m afraid so,” she chuckles.

  “Do you get by with a little help from your friends?” I ask because it couldn’t be helped.

  “As well as a few smarty-pants.” She smirks. Ah-ha! It runs in the family.

  “Sorry.” I chew on the inside of my cheek. Damn nerves.

  “Oh, that’s ok, dear. Why don’t you put your gift in the living room with the others, then I would love your help. That is . . . if you don’t mind.”

  “I’d love to help. That’s why I came early. Uh . . . this is for you, though.” I hand her one of the bags.

  “Me?” she asks, her face lighting up. And that’s where Lindsay gets that expression from. Ok. I might already like their mom.

  “Yes, I wanted to give you a little something to thank you for the invite,” I reply as she digs into the bag and pulls out an apron. She reads it. I chew on the inside of my cheek again. She roars with laughter. Thank God!

  “What does it say, Mom?” Lindsay asks as Winnie puts it on.

  “Read it.” She ties the knot.

  “My . . . oven . . . gets . . . hot . . . for . . . big . . . cocks,” she reads aloud, slowly. “I like the rooster on there, he looks so real.” She lifts the bottom of the apron and inspects it closely. I try to stifle my giggle. Lindsay clearly didn’t get the pun of the apron. I’m just happy that Winnie got a kick out of it. I was concerned about it but I thought it best to put my personality right out there. I don’t have the energy to be someone I’m not.

  “What’s going on in here?” I hear a guy bellow out from behind us.

  “Stu, come in here and meet Kyle’s girlfriend,” she greets him, placing a hand softly on my upper arm.

  Yes, the wheels in my head just screeched to a stop.

  Girlfriend?

  “Is this CiCi?” He gives me a full wattage smile and brings me in for a hug, patting my back. Actually, it’s more of a whack . . . whack . . . whack. “Look at you! You’re more beautiful than he said you were.” He pulls back but holds my upper arms near my shoulders and gives me a kiss on each cheek.

  Uh . . .

  Help . . . me.

  “Alright, Daddy, let her go.” Linz taps at his arm. He lets go. Oh, thank Christ.

  “Um . . . I’m going to put these out in the living room.” I motion my thumb in that direction.

  “Let Lindsay do it,” Winnie starts, “I need you to go upstairs to wake Kyle. He’s suffering from a fool’s headache.” She winks at me. That wasn’t a normal ah-ha wink. It was like an awkward “get my code?” wink. Except, I have no idea what the code is. I know he got drunk. Clearly, she knows. That’s where this exchange stops for me and I’m actually afraid to ask what the exaggerated wink means.

  “Maybe Lindsay should wake him.” I shake my head and go to head to the living room.

  “No, dear, I need her help with something.” She grabs the bag from me and pats me on the ass to get going.

  I’m not going to lie; I’m walking up these stairs with my pussy clenched to the hilt. I can’t help it. All I can think about is his piercing blue eyes, shooting right through me. His hands all over my body. My nipples pebble hard. You know what they want.

  Tug, tug, rub, and roll . . .

  Let’s not discuss the wicked things his tongue did to my lady business. The farther I walk down this hall (mindlessly because I didn’t ask which room was his) the stronger my body reacts to his proximity. I stop and lean against the wall, panting, ready to bust at the seams.

  Holy fuck.

  I have a lady boner.

  I have never in my life felt the need to rub one out real quick just so I could go back to normal function.
What. In. The. Actual. Fuck with this guy?! Pull it together, Ceese!

  Ah! “Kyle’s Room” Wow, I can’t believe they left the sign on his door. It’s like he never moved out. I open it slowly and peek in. He’s sleeping peacefully on his old bed. I quietly walk in, closing the door behind me. I lock it . . . out of habit.

  Oh, shut-up.

  I watch him. Creepy, I know. But, he’s beautiful. His brown hair is longer on top; it has a slight wave to it, and has flopped near his left eye. I want to push it out of the way and kiss those fantastic lips of his. My eyes scan down his body, drinking in the sight of his form-fitting, white, V-neck t-shirt. Yum. It must be an expensive brand because you can’t see his tattoo through it. I continue on with my inspection.

  Fuck the way his jeans are hanging at his hips.

  Lifting my right leg and bending it at the knee, I reach down and slide off my shoe. When I glance up before switching to my other foot, I’m paralyzed by his stare. Kyle slides to the edge of the bed and sits up in front of me. He reaches out to my left leg and lets his hand slide down it to my ankle. He grasps it gently and lifts, pulling my other shoe off as soon as my foot is in the air. My heart drums loudly in my ears while his hands travel up my legs. That drumming is soon joined by a whole slew of band members parading their tingle-worthy music up and down the channel from my heart to the inner walls of my . . . oh, God. I throw my head back as Kyle’s hands make it to my upper thighs, his thumbs stretch out to caress me lightly over my panties.

  Kyle’s breath hits my neck hot and harsh as he stands up abruptly. His hands cup my ass possessively, kneading it. I thread my fingers through his hair as his mouth attacks my neck. Bringing my neck back up, I guide his face to mine. Our rapid breaths compete with each other before our mouths finally slam against one another. His tongue slides against mine so deliciously; I can’t help my slight moan. I can feel my dress being unzipped as I give in to this kiss completely. My hands guide his shirt out of his pants, grasp the hem, and pull the shirt up and over his head, causing us to break from our kiss. Fuck. The adrenaline is making me shiver. Kyle cups my face, staring into my eyes. I’m about to avert mine but then I remember what he asked me about looking back at him and I keep focused. A small, sexy smile crosses his lips. Obviously, this pleases him. That makes me happy . . . that I’ve pleased him. And that makes me feel all kinds of uncomfortable.

  His hands glide down my neck and under the thick-banded straps of my dress, sliding them off my shoulders. He watches intently as my dress slowly falls to the ground. I step out of it. He bends down, picking it up off the floor and laying it over his old computer desk chair.

  “It’s satin, I don’t want it to wrinkle,” he whispers, refocusing on me.

  “That’s ok. It sounds to me like I have a manwhore who knows his way around an iron,” I tease.

  “Manwhore, huh?” he asks in a whispering laugh. I nod. “You are so beautiful.” He touches my cheek with the back of his hand. “I could stare at you forever.” He leans in and captures my lips again. Suddenly, he rips my bra from me. Well, it’s backless so, it doesn’t take much.

  “Kyle,” I breathe against his mouth. The girls find themselves captive in his hands, being pushed up and squeezed.

  And then . . .

  Yup.

  Tug, tug, rub, and roll . . .

  I want to climb him like a wild amazon woman. For right now, I’m just going to wrap my right leg around his and rub one off on him, like so. I feel like we’re waltzing as he leads me to turn with him till the bed is at the back of my knees. Reaching down, I work at his belt, yanking it from him. He takes in a sharp breath and sucks my lower lip into his mouth when I unbutton, unzip, and slide my hand into his jeans. I wrap it around his already hard-as-steel cock. I groan, remembering how good he felt inside of me the last time. Kyle was given a very generous amount in the kibbles and bits department and for that, I’m thankful. Look, I don’t know who came up with this idea of telling men that size doesn’t matter but, it’s a big ole’ fucking lie. Sure, we don’t want to be ripped into two pieces but there’s not a girl I know who likes having to ask if he’s in, know what I’m sayin’?

  My thumb swirls his pre-cum around his tip. “I need to taste you,” I say, finally freeing my lip from his. I’m actually going to need a minute to digest what I just said. I never ever want to suck a guy off. Nope. Not my thing. I generally avoid it all costs. My mouth is fucking watering for him. I take my time sliding down to sit on the edge of the bed. He remains standing in front of me, breathing rapidly, watching me. I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking sexy he looks with no shirt and his jeans, hanging on his hips, unbuttoned. All I can say is that my panties are on the verge of needing to be wrung out and no man has ever made me this hot before. Praying that I don’t do a shit job at this, I grasp either side of his jeans and shimmy them down. I can feel Kyle’s eyes watching me as I take him in my hand. I close my eyes and think about the time Jay and I had watched a marathon of gay man porn (that shit is hot; don’t knock it!). I try to concentrate on what I learned from “CockSuckers Take the Shots” . . . it was very educational.

  I part my lips, letting my tongue swirl around his fat tip (seriously—how am I walking?), tasting his pre-cum. His dick twitches at this. I raise my eyes to find his. He’s biting his lip, his chest puffing in and out at a quick pace. I flatten my tongue and keeping my eyes on his, I run it up from the base to the tip before breaking eye contact to fill my mouth with him. When I can’t possibly fit another inch in and I’m almost gagging, I begin the slow sucking process, making sure to add the pressure of my tongue caressing him as I work up his shaft.

  Shaft?!

  I fucking hate that word!

  Retrieving his tip from my mouth, I let a little of my spit spill onto it to work at him with my hand in a smoother manner. I glance up at Kyle. He’s watching me with his mouth open and tongue touching his front top teeth. He gives me a nod of encouragement and I get back to work, fluctuating between sucking and jerking him off. I can tell he’s trying his hardest to remain quiet as I’m sure the house is starting to buzz to life with guests for the party. After a few minutes, I can feel his dick thickening further (Christ, how is that possible?) and he’s now letting out gushes of breath like he’s been holding them in forever.

  “Ceese, stop! Stop, stop, stop!” He pulls away from me. Damn, I was getting a good rhythm going! I’m a little disappointed. I knew he was getting close and I really wanted to taste him. Again . . . that’s a very bizarre desire to have, for me.

  “Are you ok?” I finally ask, watching him pace a little.

  “Yeah. I just don’t want to come until I’m inside of you.” He stops pacing.

  Mayday! Mayday! The little man in the boat is drowning!

  “Lie back on the bed,” he commands. I find myself obeying. I sucked cock willingly today, why stop there, right? “Slide your panties off,” he continues. “Give them here.” He reaches out for them after I slide them off. “Oh, baby . . . they’re drenched.” He balls them in his fist, closing his eyes like he’s trying to fight something off—probably his dick from exploding. Seems plausible. I know I’m ready to open my legs and squirt across the room. I’m not a squirter, but today just might be the day. He opens his eyes again and they are darker, full of lust. “Spread these gorgeous legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours.” His voice is so low and seductive; it’s making that very pussy of mine ache terribly. I do as he asks and groan as I feel my wetness slide down to my ass. Kyle falls to his knees in front of me. “I can’t tell you how badly this is making my dick hurt to see you dripping like this for me,” he says above a whisper.

  “Kyle . . . please,” I beg.

  “Tell me to taste what’s mine.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, CiCi.”

  “You’re going to ruin the moment with this shit? I can’t believe you,” I seethe through my teeth in a hushed tone.

  “Your pussy is in
my face, glistening and beautiful. I am more than willing to please it . . . please you. In order for that to happen, you need to ensure me that I am, and will be, the only one to please it. There are very few things in life that I won’t share. You are one of those things. All you need to do is tell me that I won’t have to share you.” He kisses my inner left thigh. Waiting patiently for my answer, his tongue slides out, slowly licking his lips. Oh God.

  Shit. This is ridiculous. I know I’m not going to let anyone else near me. I don’t want anyone else! I’m still trying to accept the fact that I want him. But here’s the thing, I’m stubborn. Shocking, I know. This power struggle is the very thing that is going to ruin this moment. He’s saying black and I so badly want to say white. I can’t begin to tell you the bells that are going off in my head. However, there is another bell that is going off far louder. One I wasn’t even aware I had. It’s never rung before.

  My pussy bell.

  It’s so fucking loud! Do you have one of those? Maybe that’s what Anita Ward was singing about when she said you could ring her bell.

  Kyle rings my bell.

  He gives good bell ring.

  “While you’re thinking about that, I’m going to help you out by guiding you to the conclusion that should come so easily to you,” he says, sounding a little perturbed. With that, he licks up my center slowly. His left hand spreads me open, giving him full access. I watch (possibly whimpering) as his tongue does wicked things to me. I rest my head back and join in by working at my nipples. Fuck—this feels awesome.

  Suddenly, my breath hitches. Oh my God, what is he doing? I raise my head again to confirm what I’m feeling. His finger is playing with my ass. “Kyle?” I pant nervously as the pressure increases. Don’t finger my ass. Don’t finger my ass. Don’t finger my ass.

  He slips his finger in my ass.

  Where’s an “Oh shit!” handle when you need one?