Authors: Cher Carson
She pulled back and smiled. “Hmm, that’s more like it. I love the way you kiss me.”
“Roll over, sweetheart.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” She rushed to comply and he smacked her bare ass. “Ouch, what was that for?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
“For being too goddamn tempting. I just wanna sink into you and say fuck the rest.”
She wiggled her ass against his hard cock, giggling when he groaned. “So, what are you waiting for?” She picked up the bottle of oil on the nightstand. “You gonna need this?”
He loved that she’d always been so adventurous in the bedroom, willing to try anything that gave him pleasure. Tonight he intended to return the favor. “Yeah, give me that.” He poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. “Move your hair, baby.”
She complied, settling her arms over her head with her face turned to the side and her eyes closed.
He began to knead her shoulders, sliding his hands down her back. He was surprised how tense she was. He could feel the hard knots under his fingers. She obviously wasn’t kidding when she said she needed to get away for a while.
“God, that feels good. Where did you learn to do that?”
He chuckled. “Honey, I’ve wasted more hours than I care to count on tables. Massage therapists, doctors, chiropractors, physiotherapists, you name it. A hockey player’s body takes a hell of a beating over the years.”
She smiled. “You don’t look worse for the wear.”
He slid his hands down her back, kneading the base of her spine, the swell of her ass. He was dying to slip his fingers inside of her, but she was still tied up in knots and he wanted to help her relax first.
“Let me guess, you dated a massage therapist once and that’s where you picked up these tricks, right? She massaged you before she sucked and fucked you?”
He dropped his head, digging his fingers in deeper. “Jesus, would you stop? I don’t want to think about anyone else right now, and I don’t want you to either.”
“Believe me, you’re the only thing on my mind right now.” She moaned. “Seriously, Mark, this feels amazing, thank you.”
His resolve was going to snap. He couldn’t take it anymore. He eased off of her, sliding down on the bed beside her. “Lie on your back and open your legs for me.”
She was quick to comply.
He buried his face in her hair, whispering in her ear. “Bend your legs and open them wide, as wide as you can. I want to play with your pussy before I taste it.”
She shuddered, but said nothing as she met his demands.
He bent his head, drawing one nipple, then the other, into his mouth as he eased his hand down her body. He slid his thick fingers between her folds. “Damn, you’re so wet.”
“You’re surprised? I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
He knew he was going to make her come multiple times before he finally filled her with his cock. By the time he was finished with her, she’d be lucky to remember her own name. Teasing her clit with his thumb, he dipped a finger, then two, inside of her opening.
She cried out, rotating her hips and grinding into his hand. “That feels so good.”
He suckled her nipples while he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
She grabbed the headboard as she rotated her hips into the mattress. “Oh God, oh, you’re gonna make me come, Mark.”
He loved that it was his name on her lips when he sent her over the edge. He eased down, kissing her stomach.
“What’re you doing?” she gasped.
“Baby, I’m a man of my word. I told you I was going to taste you…”
She grabbed his head, pulling gently on his hair. “No, not yet, it’s too soon.”
He laughed. “Just relax, baby.” He settled his shoulders between her knees and peeled her pussy lips apart. She was still swollen and wet, making his mouth water. He blew on her gently.
“Please,” she whispered, tossing her head from side to side. She fisted the sheets in her hands, whimpering. “I need to feel your mouth on me.”
He loved how responsive she was, always ready to give and take pleasure. He touched his tongue to her clit gently, waiting for her to set the pace.
Within seconds, she was grinding her hips, encouraging him to take more. He lapped up her sweet juice, sliding his tongue in and out of her tight channel as he swept his tongue over her swollen clit. He couldn’t get enough of her. The more he had, the hungrier he got. The more she screamed, the harder he fucked her with his mouth.
“Mark, I’m right there…”
He nibbled her clit gently as he scraped it with his tongue until he felt her legs trembling and her pussy throbbing against his mouth. Still, he couldn’t stop. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of her.
“Stop,” she cried. “Jesus, Mark, you need to stop before I pass out.”
He tried to pull his mouth away, but the taste of her on his lips wouldn’t let go until finally she grabbed his hair, pulling it, forcing his head away from her sweet spot.
“Jesus,” she said, panting. “No other guy does that the way you do.”
Okay, he did not want to hear that right now. He got up, needing to take a breather.
“Hey, where the hell are you going?” She sat up, resting her weight on her elbows as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Get back here.”
He grabbed a black robe off the hook on the back of his closet door. “Just give me a minute.”
“Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to…?” She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “God, I’m sorry. I guess a guy doesn’t want to hear about other guys when he’s going down on a girl, does he?”
He grimaced. “Uh no, not really.” Just the thought of another guy tasting her sweet pussy made him soft.
“I’m sorry, hon. Forget I said anything.” She patted the bed beside her, letting her legs fall open. “Come back to bed, please?”
He climbed on top of her, supporting his weight on his arms.
“I need you,” she whispered. The thought she might need him for reasons that went beyond sexual gratification scared the hell out of her.
He leaned down, bracing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her. “I need you too, Jen. You have no idea how much.”
She wanted to believe he was talking about sex, but she knew from the look in his eyes, it was more than that. She had been naïve to think one more night with Mark would be enough to satisfy her for the rest of her life. When they’d been dating, she’d forced herself to walk away because she knew he would never be able to give her what she needed.
She had changed a lot in the past two years, but she hadn’t expected him to be a different person too. Had she known, she never would have put herself in the impossible position of having to walk away after one night.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing her ear, her cheek. “You make me crazy, baby.”
She didn’t want slow and sweet tonight; that was too risky. Hard and fast was the only way she was going to be able to shield her heart. “I need to feel you inside of me, now.”
He looked down at her, brushing her hair off her face. “Anxious, aren’t we?” He flashed a quick grin, revealing deep dimples that almost made her groan aloud.
The man was irresistible. “You have no idea.”
He rolled off of her and reached into the nightstand. He had his back to her, but she heard plastic tearing before he resumed his position.
“Let me fuck you,” she whispered. Being on top would allow her to retain control of the pace and her emotions.
He chuckled. “Not a chance, baby.”
She closed her eyes when he slipped his hand between her legs.
He slid his fingers over her slick entrance and kissed her neck before positioning his cock at her opening. “Open your eyes,” he said.
She refused to comply, afraid of falling deeper.
“Please,” he whispered, kissing her lips gently. “I need you to look at me.”
His plea was her un-doing. She couldn’t deny him, no matter the cost. When she finally found the courage to face him, the look reflected in his dark eyes was so raw it stole her breath.
“Tell me what you see.”
She swallowed, trying to find the words to brush him off. She wasn’t ready to acknowledge his feelings for her any more than she was willing to acknowledge her feelings for him. “Please, don’t.”
He sighed. “Pretending it isn’t there won’t make it go away, Jen. What we have is real.”
She shook her head, trying to deny his claim. It couldn’t be true because if it was, if she was really in love with him, it would unleash a tornado that would tear through her life, leaving only carnage in its wake. What she felt for Kevin for real. It was the kind of love that withstood time, less intense, less frightening.
“I can tell you’re not ready to face this,” he said quietly. “I’m okay with that. I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not going to let you go anywhere either, not this time.”
She had to tell him about her engagement. She couldn’t allow him to go on assuming they could have a future together, it wasn’t fair to him. “Mark…”
He kissed her hungrily, stealing her words and all rational thought. All she could think about now was satisfying her craving for this man.
He linked his hands with hers, holding her arms high over her head as he drove into her mercilessly. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked, breathless.
“Yes, God, yes.” She turned her head from side to side, trying to contain the onslaught of sensations threatening to overtake her. He was filling her, consuming her, stealing her breath, her ability to think. The only thing in that moment was him, his hard cock filling her, the promise of a mind-blowing orgasm hovering just beyond her reach.
“Just let go,” he whispered. “Don’t think, just feel. Feel my cock claiming you, giving you what you need…”
“Oh, I’m gonna come…” There was a flash of light behind her closed eyelids, her pulse pounding against her neck, her pussy throbbing around his hard cock, her body trembling under him. A sob escaped her lips, followed by another. She was mortified. Never had an orgasm made her feel like she was releasing a lifetime of pent-up frustration.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Just let go. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
His soothing voice was the only sound permeating her mind as she came down from the peak, looking for a safe place to land. “I’m sorry.” She was afraid to open her eyes, embarrassed to own her weakness.
“Don’t ever apologize for being real with me, baby.”
She smiled, his words giving her the courage to open her eyes. She didn’t see the judgement or confusion she expected to find. Instead she saw only a deep level of compassion and understanding that stunned her. “I needed to be with you tonight. I thought it was just about the sex, but it wasn’t.”
He held himself still inside of her, cradling her head in his hands. “I’m glad I could be here for you.” He smiled and began stroking her slowly with his cock, allowing her desire to escalate slowly until she was right there with him again, teetering on the edge of sanity.
He hung his head, the perspiration beading on his temples. “It feels so amazing when you milk me like that.”
She loved that she could make him lose control the same way he made her restraint snap as soon as his cock slid home. “Harder, faster, please…”
He leaned back and braced his hands on the headboard, ramming into her relentlessly until he finally came with a guttural cry that merged with hers.
She reached up to brush his hair off his forehead and smiled. “Wow, just wow.”
He shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, my sentiments exactly.”
“You must be exhausted.” She pulled him down into her arms, holding him as she stroked the damp hair at his nape.
His breathing slowly returned to normal as he buried his face in her hair. “God, I…”
She squeezed his shoulder, trying to sit up. She didn’t want to hear any more of his lies, uttered in the heat of a passionate moment. They’d already been there and done that, and she had no intention of going back to the way things were.
“Where are you going?” he asked, pressing her back down into the bed.
“I need to call a cab. I have an appointment early in the morning.”
“You really think I’m going to let you leave right now?” He grinned. “Stay with me for a little while, sweetheart.” He kissed her temple. “Please?”
She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and wake up in his arms, but that was just inviting trouble. It would be easier to just make a clean break now. “I really should go.”
He rolled over and pulled her into his arms, spooning her as he kissed the curve of her neck.
She closed her eyes with a sigh as she felt his cock slip between her ass cheeks. Ah, the hell with it. Having sex one more time wasn’t going to change anything.
Jenna opened one eye to look at the alarm clock. 8:10 a.m. She bolted upright in bed, trying to push aside the muscular arm and leg pinning her to the mattress. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.”
Mark groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
No wonder he was tired; they’d stayed up half the night making love, correction, having sex.
Once he started drizzling chocolate sauce all over her body and lapping it up, she accepted the fact that she wasn’t going home before they were finished satisfying their insatiable hunger for each other.
She looked around, trying to remember where she’d left her clothes. Knowing him, he was hiding them to ensure she wouldn’t leave without saying good-bye. She smiled. There was a time when it wouldn’t have mattered to him because there was always someone waiting to take her place.
“Come here, beautiful,” he whispered, trying to pull her back down on the bed.
She laughed, in spite of the neon reminder that she had only minutes to get ready and make it across town to meet her bridal party for their final dress fitting. “I can’t. I really have to go.”
He released her, folding the pillow under his head as he rolled on his side to look at her. “Do you have a meeting with a client?”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. Big mistake. He looked rumpled and sexy with his hair tousled and dark stubble masking his square jaw. Any woman would kill to be invited into his bed. “No, uh, it’s an appointment for a dress fitting.” She grabbed his discarded robe from the bottom of the bed and slipped into it, laughing when it swallowed her up.
He grinned, stacking his hands behind his head. “Damn, I’d forgotten how good you looked in my clothes.”
She would sometimes slip into his T-shirts when they were watching TV or making breakfast together on a lazy Sunday morning. But those times were few and far between. Their relationship was punctuated with late night booty calls and last-minute plans. Neither one of them fooled themselves into believing it was something it wasn’t, which made it easier for her to walk away when it was time to end it. There were no expectations, which made explanations unnecessary.
They both understood the score. Enjoy it while it lasts and don’t waste tears crying when it’s over. If only.
“I’ve got to go and find my own clothes so I can get out of here.” She walked down the hall into the gourmet kitchen, blushing when she saw the trail of clothes she’d left behind. Judging by the scene, she couldn’t get naked fast enough. Of course, his strewn clothes attested to the fact he’d felt the same way.
She turned her cell phone on, groaning when she saw six missed calls from Kevin, the last one at 4:04 a.m. He must have been awake all night trying to reach her. The phone in her hand buzzed.
Kevin.
Poor guy, he must be worried sick by now.
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath before pressing the button to answer the call. “Hey, Kev, what’s up?”
“What’s up?” he asked, sounding frantic. “Where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to call you all goddamn night. I’ve been going out of my mind.”
She thought back to last weekend, when he had been out all night with another woman. She hadn’t even cared enough to call and check in on him. What did that say about her, about them?
“I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’m heading out now. I have my final dress fitting, and then the girls and I are going out for lunch. I’ll touch base with you later, okay?”
“Jen, wait. I know you didn’t go home last night. I went by your place when I couldn’t reach you.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for him to continue. It’s not that she intended to lie to him about what happened last night, but she didn’t want to have this conversation now. Mark was going to demand answers, and six women were waiting on her to make an appearance at a boutique across town. She glanced at her diamond studded watch.
She had forty-five minutes and counting. It occurred to her she should be more worried about her fiancé’s reaction to the news that she spent the night with another man, but given his own indiscretions, she couldn’t muster any concern for him.
“I let myself in with the key you gave me. I waited there all night for you to come home. Where the hell were you?”
She chuckled at the irony of the situation. Only weeks before they were supposed to take their vows, they had both been lured into bed with other people, though Jen knew she wouldn’t have pursued Mark had it not been for Kevin’s betrayal. She’d never cheated on anyone before, not even Mark. Even though he’d probably assumed she had been seeing other men while he was out of town, she couldn’t bring herself to sleep with anyone else as long as she was sharing his bed. “I hooked up with a friend last night, Kevin.”
“A friend? What kind of friend keeps you out all night?”
She could imagine him pacing the floor, raking his hands through his hair. “The kind of friend you suggested I hook up with after your little incident last weekend, remember?”
“Are you telling me you actually fucked some other guy last night?” he shouted. “Are you with him right now?”
She remained silent, refusing to add fuel to his tirade.