Little Conversations (20 page)

“Please,” Devin begged against his lips.  “God, Ronin, I
need you.  Please…”

“Fuck, honey,’ he whispered between kisses.  “Probably not
the best place for this.”

“Don’t care,” she moaned back at him.  “I’m going to die if
you don’t fuck me… right now.”

Suddenly, she nimbly slid down his body, dropping to her
knees in the faint light.  She tore open the fly of his jeans.

“Dev…” he growled.

She looked up at him breathlessly, her luminous eyes
catching the faint light, capturing him.  “Let me.”

And then he was in her mouth, her lips exploring him,
tasting him, teasing him.  Her tongue ran along his length, licking with firm, long
strokes.  She sucked him down her throat greedily, moaning at the feel of his
smooth skin and hard, swollen length. 

“Oh my God, Dev,” Ronin groaned as his hands slipped into
her hair.  “So good, baby…”

Her lips teased him from base to tip, pulling his length
back into her mouth, milking him until a faint saltiness touched her taste buds. 
Her hands wound around his thighs, tugging him firmly to her mouth, and she
ravenously drew at his length. 

Suddenly, he reached down, grabbing her arms and wresting her
up to him. 

“You keep doing that, babe, and I’m done for…” he muttered
with an animalistic groan.  “I want so badly to explode down your throat, but I’m
not ready for it to end yet.”

With a whimper, her hands curled around the back of his head
as he lifted her, settling between her legs as her skirt ran up her thighs.  Ronin’s
mouth ferociously crashed into hers.  His body pressed hers firmly against the
building and, holding her weight with one strong arm, his other hand swept
down, grabbing the crotch of her panties and ripping them from her.  The
delicate fabric tore away in seconds, and he plunged inside her, catching her
scream in his throat. 

It was furious and inflaming, consuming them.  Ronin pumped into
her fiercely, his swollen cock stroking her deeply.  Her breath became raspy as
she clung by her fingernails to his shoulders and upper back.  Her body began
to tighten around him, and he strained inside her, fighting the orgasm that
threatened to overcome him.  She keened into his mouth, as she felt herself teeter
closer to ecstasy, tipping along the fine line.  She ripped her lips from his
and cried out as she flew apart, shaking and shivering, into oblivion.  As she
began to quake around him, Ronin let loose with a discordant, ragged moan. 

The night air slowly cooled their fervor as they came down. 
Devin’s panting breaths feathered against Ronin’s skin as she buried her face
in his neck.  With a shuddering breath, her inner muscles clenched around him
in a reflexive motion, and Ronin quivered inside her.  His lips travelled
across her temple, down over her eyelids, slowly bringing her back to
awareness.  Finally, she raised her head to look at him, and she kissed him
gently. 

“Thank you,” Devin whispered against Ronin’s lips, causing
him to laugh. 

“My pleasure, honey,” he chuckled between labored breaths.

“Okay, honey, here’s the blender,” Ronin said, pulling
it out from a cupboard.  “I’m a little afraid of what kind of girly thing you’re
concocting in my kitchen, but… well…” Ronin smiled wickedly, “you’re worth all
the shit the guys will give me for this.”

Devin grinned and took the raspberry vodka and elderflower
liqueur out of the bag Ronin had brought back from the store. 

“Amy, what did you do with that syrup you got from
Starbucks?” she called into the other room as she pulled the lemon juice from
the fridge and ice cubes from the freezer. 

All Devin heard in response was a bunch of snorts and
giggles from the crowd of partiers who were quickly showing up.  Figuring Amy hadn’t
heard her, completely understandable since the football game was turned up so loud,
Devin kissed Ronin’s cheek as she walked to the doorway to the living room. 

The room was getting sort of crowded.  Some of the regulars
perched here and there around the room, a few guys that Devin had seen here
before—and a few party hobags hovering nervously by the door. 

Devin rolled her eyes and looked over to Amy on the couch.  “Amy,
the syrup?”

“Oh, crap!  It’s in my car.  Just a sec.”  She jumped up and
pushed her way through the trampy girls to dash out the front steps.

A tall blonde stepped up to Joe as he watched the game on
TV.  He turned as she came closer, then blanched with recognition as she began
to speak.  Devin saw her asking him a question, and faintly heard Ronin’s
name.  Joe said something back to her, and she looked over at the kitchen
doorway where Devin stood. 

What is it with these girls?
Devin thought to
herself.  Another time, she may have just given Ronin a fair amount of crap
about this.  But in light of recent events, recent
naked
events, something
else sparked in her. 

She turned back to the kitchen and saw Ronin head to the
bathroom.  Blondie-ho saw him too, and was frantically trying to hand her drink
to her slutty little friend so she could follow him.  Fortunately, Devin didn’t
have as many people to weave through to reach the hallway, and she shot blondie-ho
a
‘FU, bitch.  He’s mine tonight’
look as she waited in the hallway for
him to come out of the bathroom.

The door opened, and Ronin saw Devin standing there leaning
against his bedroom door.  She didn’t say a word, only gazed hungrily at him as
he prowled over to her, stopping a hair’s breadth from touching her.  She could
smell a faint trace of his shaving cream, the heat of his skin.  She curled one
finger to hook right above the top button of his flannel shirt, so soft and
warm where it had rested against his chest, and tugged slightly to bring him even
closer. 

She opened the bedroom door behind her, took a step back,
then another, pulling him with her.  As he followed, he leaned down to touch
his lips to hers, and she could taste the mint on his breath from the gum he
must have just spit out.  Devin’s heart rate accelerated as they moved further
into his room.  She tugged him through the doorway, then turned to shut and
lock the door. 

Ronin only looked at her hotly as she pushed him gently back
a few more steps until his legs touched the bed.  Her fingers began to work the
button of his shirt, starting at the top.  Then the next.  Each button revealed
his hard, muscled chest inch by inch.  She kissed and tasted the smooth skin
she uncovered.  His hands grazed down her ribs, skimming her waist, seeking the
bare skin of her thighs under the edge of her dress.  Her skin pebbled into
goosebumps and her breath caught.  Finally, he leaned down enough to kiss her tempestuously.

She damn near came right there.

Devin pushed him slightly to sit on the bed, and she straddled
him, forcing his body back to lie sideways across the large mattress.  Her
mouth closed down along the cords in his throat and her hands clasped his
wrists, pulling them above his head. 

“You’re mine,” she murmured.  “All mine… to do with as I
please.”

Ronin chuckled and allowed her to hold him down for a
moment.  “What are you gonna do with me, sweetheart?” he smiled. 

Devin raised her head and looked at him square in the eye in
the dimly lit room.  “I’m gonna fuck you silly,” she grinned wickedly. 

“Oh, dear,” he feigned a horrified look that was belied by
the fire in his eyes.  “What ever shall I do?”

Devin giggled at his expression.  “Quit making me laugh.  This
is serious shit.”  She pushed herself upright on her knees, straddling his
hips, and whipped her dress off over her head.  She reached behind her and
deftly unhooked her bra, throwing it to the floor.  Dressed in only her silky, midnight
blue panties and her peep-toe heels, she bent back down to run her lips down
his chest, nibbling at the skin as she explored his ridged abdomen.  Her hands
began to pull at the fly of his jeans, kissing and licking him until she was
able to suck his hard length into her mouth. 

“Fuck…” Ronin breathed. 

The desperation in his voice spurred her on into an
incinerating frenzy, and she swirled her tongue around him reverently,
relishing in the smooth skin.  Her lips swept along the sides of his firm
length, finally taking him deeply to the back of her throat.  A low moan emanated
from deep inside her, causing his cock to twitch in response. 

Ronin reached down and grabbed her arms, pulling her up
roughly.  “Jesus Christ, you are entirely too good at that,” he ground out as
he stretched her out below him.  His lips fastened over the peak of her breast,
latching onto her nipple and drawing on it with a steady suction.  Devin’s head
thrashed to the side and she cried out sharply.  Ronin held her hands firmly at
her sides as he teased her skin, nipping at the sensitive skin under her
breasts.  Then, in a sudden rush, he released one of her hands and ripped her
panties down her legs.  Rising above her, he firmly grasped a knee and pulled
her leg up to wrap high around his waist, dislodging her shoes as they fell to
the floor with a couple loud
thunks
.  He plunged into her deeply, and
her body squeezed tightly around him.  Her toes curled and her bare heel dug
hard into his ribs, spurring him on. 

One of her hands wrapped around the curve of his backside,
and his lips found hers as she moaned loudly.  The music echoing through the
walls matched their frenzied movements as he fucked her hard and fast, still
holding one of her hands down at her side.  It was rough and wild, and Devin
loved it as she cried out when she flew apart, shaking and panting in his
arms.  A few more forceful thrusts, and he joined her, pouring himself inside
her with an agonizing roar. 

Ronin rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him and
smoothing her hair back from her face as she lay with her cheek pressed against
his chest.  “Wow, what was that all about?” asked Ronin, struggling to catch
his breath.  “Not that I’m complaining, but… wow.  I’m just hanging out in the
kitchen one minute, I leave the room and in a split second you’re all nympho.”

Staking my claim,
Devin thought to herself as she
rested her forehead in the crook of his neck and said nothing.
 She suddenly felt a possessiveness that terrified her, the need to crawl
inside his skin and become a part of him.  Somewhere in all this, she had
come to think of him as hers.  To think of them as, well… them.  Not Ronin
and her as two separate people, two friends.  But rather Ronin and her as
something more.  Her chest squeezed as a frightening question burned through
her. 
What the fuck was she going to do now?  

Ronin’s hands slid along her spine, brushing against the
fine, downy hair and sending a tingle through her soul.  His heart rate
began to slow to normal.  His breathing began to soften in her ear.  The
more he relaxed, the more she tightened up as the fear began to grip her heart.
 The tension radiated from her, and Ronin pulled back slightly to cupped
her cheek, bringing her gaze up to his.  Her eyes were tearful in the
stream of moonlight that cast across the room.  Her mouth had gone dry with
the shock of her realization.  Her throat closed, she couldn’t say a word,
couldn’t inhale to fill her lungs with the air it suddenly so desperately needed.

“Baby?”  His concerned eyes searched her face for a clue, as
though he was trying to read her mind, to ease her sudden panic.  “Devin, honey? 
What is it?”  

Unable to form a thought, she leaned forward and kissed him
gently, putting all of her emotion into it, every tremor, every pulse of blood
in her veins, every bit of tenderness she felt.  The tears in her eyes slowly spilled
down her cheeks.  Devin’s arms crept around his shoulders, and she buried
her face into his neck, aching to tell him. 

She loved him. 

But she was so scared.

“Dev?” he murmured in her ear.  “Are you okay, baby?”

She pulled back slightly, her fingertips stroking the
bristly shortness of his hair.  She nodded her head jerkily and tearfully looked
at him for a moment longer, studying his features as she tried to regulate her
shaky breathing.  

Her misgivings kept her silent as her fingers spoke of love,
worshipping the skin they touched.  Her eyes memorizing every detail.
 Their lips so close that they breathed the same air.  He brushed the
wetness from her eyes as the world around them began to come into focus.  She could
once again hear the sounds of the party just on the other side of the door.
 Her breathing steadied and her control returned.

And the opportunity passed.

Quietly, she pulled away, reaching for her bra and panties
and standing to put them on.  She picked her dress up off the floor and leaned
over Ronin’s chest to give him one last kiss before she slipped it over her
head.  Walking to the full-length mirror that hung on his door, Devin
smoothed a few wild locks of hair in the dim moonlight that shone into the
room.

“There’s a brush on the dresser,” Ronin said.  “One you left
here the other day.”

Devin looked at his reflection in the mirror and gave him a
quietly wicked smile.  “No thanks.  I want to walk out there looking completely
and totally fucked.  I want to show that damn blondie-ho that you’re taken
for the night.”

Ronin stood, tucking himself back into his jeans, his shirt
hanging open.  He shook his head as he walked up behind her.  “Who?” he asked. 

Devin couldn’t meet his eyes.  “That trampy chick who was
eyeing you like she wanted to eat you for dinner.”

Ronin gave a harsh chuckle under his breath.  “So…
that’s
 what
this was about.  Saving me from the house bunnies again, are you?”  

With the fierce need to direct the conversation away from her
constricting fear, Devin smiled widely at him.  “Oh, Ronin.  You know
those girls are just walking cesspools of STDs, right?”  She shook
her head and laughed lightly.  “I’m just looking out for a friend.”

He grimaced and his eyes darkened before he looked out the
window at the moonlit night.  “A friend?”

“Yeah.  We’re friends.  Right?” Devin asked, wishing
with all her heart that he would look at her in the mirror.  Desperately aching
for him to meet her eyes and say that they were more.  

Ronin did not speak.  He didn’t look back at her.  His
silence was painful, to both of them.

Finally, Devin broke.  “So… I’m gonna go get a beer,” she said
quietly as she slipped on her shoes and ducked out the bedroom door.  

The party had picked up, and there were probably ten people
standing almost wall to wall in Ronin’s small kitchen as she walked up the
hall.  Catcalls started, and a couple guys patted her on the back.  Blondie-ho
shot death looks from the doorway to the living room.

“Whew!  Devin, you look, um, kinda trashy hot,” Joe said
with a humorous glint in his eye as he leaned up against the fridge.  “Nice
hair.  Anything left of our boy back there?”  

“Fuck you and give me a beer,” laughed Devin.

Joe reached into the fridge and handed her a bottle.  Devin
held it as he twisted off the top, and she took a long swig. 

“By the way,” Joe murmured quietly at her, “might not be a
bad idea to warn Ronin.”

Devin looked up at him sharply.  “Warn Ronin about what?”

“Kim.  The blonde standing by the doorway, that’s his ex—Kim.”

“Oh shit,” Devin breathed, and a sense of dread dropped into
her gut. 

Blondie-ho was Kim! 

“Yeah, shit,” Joe agreed.

Devin struggled to contain her growing self-doubt.  Kim was
tall… and blonde… and beautiful.  Trashy beautiful, but she was still
beautiful.  Devin remembered Ronin’s words so long ago, lying there in her room. 
Not everyone wants a blonde amazon,
he had said.  But, it seemed that
Ronin had once. 
Who was to say he didn’t still?
  Devin’s insecurity
swiftly expanded in her throat, threatening to choke her. 

Ronin stepped out of the bedroom, buttoning his shirt with a
serious expression on his face—until he saw Kim.  The shock was evident, the flash
of disbelief, the pang of torment.  Devin held her breath as she watched Kim
quietly slip through the crowd to stand before him.  He didn’t speak to her,
but his gaze seemed locked on her.  The sight of the two of them together,
staring deeply into each other’s eyes, made Devin hastily look away.  They were
each beautiful in their own right.  Together they were breathtaking.

The front door slammed, and the noise level in the living
room dropped.  Several loud gasps sounded, and then a voice said, “Dude… Jake,
you should probably go.  Ronin’s gonna kick your ass if he sees you here.”

Jake pushed his way into the kitchen, frantically eyeing
Devin, brushing aside her disheveled appearance.  “Devin, I’ve got to talk to
you.”

No!
Devin’s heart cried. 
Not this.  Not now.
 
Tears began to fill her eyes.  Everything suddenly seemed to be too much.  The
weight of it all.  Jake.  Ronin and Kim. 
God… Ronin and Kim.
  Devin
shook her head.  “No, Jake…  No.  You need to get out of here.  Ronin will—”
 She stopped short. 
Ronin will what?  With Kim here, would Ronin even care? 
She glanced at Ronin to see him look over at her, then back to Kim.