Authors: Lisa Carlisle
“Mmm. If I had a system like this, I’d never want to leave.”
I sat back and took a sip of wine while the song shuffled on,
Dy’er Maker
.
When I heard words telling a woman she didn’t have to go, it echoed through my
head, berating me. Was it a sign?
No, that was simply a coincidence, the next song on an album
being shuffled.
“Smart and sexy. No wonder women can’t resist you.”
“At first.” When I narrowed my eyes at him, he added, “I’ve
been called an asshole more than once. In fact, I think you may have used that
or other choice terms to describe me a few days ago.”
“Let’s not go there now.”
“Do you have another place you’d like to go?”
“Your room.”
His smile was provocative and dead sexy. “Not yet. There’s
something I want to see here.”
“And what’s that?”
“I want to see if that was your thong lying next to a pair
of sexy black boots.”
“Could be another woman’s.”
“That would be highly unlikely.”
“Really?” I said with unmasked skepticism.
“Yes, really. I don’t bring women here.”
My brows tightened in confusion and I remembered our first
night together when we left Vamps. I thought we were going to his place, not
sure if my roommate would be home, but he convinced me to go to mine. “Why
not?”
“Easier that way. If they know where I live…”
“They can stalk you?” I finished.
He cocked his head while his mouth twitched with a smile.
“Maybe.”
“So why did you bring me here? You don’t think I’ll stalk
you?”
“I know you won’t.” He ran strands of my hair between his
fingers. “But I’m kind of hoping you would.”
My laugh came out short and strange, not sounding like my
own voice. I didn’t know what to make of this statement. “Mike, what’s going
on? Is this some kind of game?”
“No game, I swear.”
“Then why would you say something like that?”
He shrugged. “Being honest. And maybe I wanted to impress
you a little bit. Show you I’m not as much as an ass as you think I am. I’m
better in my natural surroundings.” He ran his hands down my back and cupped my
ass, squeezing the flesh and caressing it.
My breath caught in my throat as the tone turned back to the
seductive dance. The hundreds of agonizing body weight squats were worth it.
“Hmm, there don’t seem to be any panty seams,” he said in an
inquisitive tone, as if solving a puzzle.
“That’s because it’s a thong. The whole point of them is to
avoid panty lines.”
“Oh, I see,” he teased. “I thought it was to drive men
insane with need.”
“That’s a perk.” I winked.
Mike
Damn, she was so hot. I was going to bust a nut just
touching her.
“If this is what yoga does for asses,” I said, giving it a
squeeze, “we should make it a mandatory requirement.”
“Including you?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Hell no. I’m too uncoordinated for that.”
“It’s just a matter of getting used to the positions.”
“I have a few other positions in mind.” I kissed her soft
neck. “Ones that require both our bodies.”
“Oh?”
“But first.” Reaching under her dress, I touched her warm
thigh. My fingers crept higher, feeling the heat coming from her. I touched her
silky wetness, running my fingers over and inside. “No panties.”
“Ah, they must have been mine.”
“Mystery solved.”
I stood up, threw her over my shoulder and slapped her ass.
She squealed. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my room. As you commanded, mi’lady.”
When we reached my room, I set her on my bed. Then I found a
lighter and lit a couple of candles I had on my nightstand.
“Ooh, it’s nice. I like it.”
I left the door open so we could still hear Zeppelin in
here.
Over the Hills and Far Away
. Why did I bring Allana here? Was she
the woman who had the love I needed?
No, tonight was about sex, not love. She’d made that clear
and I should be thrilled not having to worry about an awkward morning after.
“Roll on your stomach,” I said.
She did and glanced at me over her shoulder with hooded
eyes. Damn, that look alone could undo me, make me shoot my load before the
night had even begun. Peering at me, like inquisitive jewels under those dark
fluttery lashes. I unzipped her dress slowly, planting kisses as I revealed
more skin. When I saw the bra strap, I unfastened it and continued on my path
to undress her. A tattoo of a tree surrounded by Zen symbols and flowers
covered her lower back. The small of her back was so tiny, delicate, it stirred
something primal in me. A need to protect and possess her, make her mine and
destroy anyone who tried to get close.
“Nice ink. Must be new.”
“Yes. I didn’t have this the last time.”
“Any other tattoos I should look for?” I reached the curve
of her perfect ass and kissed her one last time before I slid the dress and bra
off her.
“You’ve seen the others,” she said.
I noted the animals and retro designs on her arms before
admiring the luscious view from behind. “You are beautiful. Unreal.” Then I
stood and stripped down to my boxers.
She turned over and faced me, sapphire eyes burning with
lust. I climbed on top of her and claimed her mouth, plundering it until we
could barely breathe. My cock nestled between her thighs, pressing against her
with just the thin fabric of my boxers between us. I caressed the soft flesh of
her breast before running my thumb over her nipple. It immediately responded to
my touch, hardening and lengthening. I slid down and captured the perfect pink
bud in my mouth. She arched her back and squirmed beneath me.
“I want you so bad, Mike.” She tugged at my boxers.
Her voice, her pleas, ratcheted my desire up to the highest
level before I’d explode. I stood up to remove the boxers and she sat on the
bed watching me undress, her hair tousled, admiration in her eyes. I freed my
cock and her eyes flickered wider. She grasped it in one hand and kissed the
tip, teasing it, before covering the head with her mouth. Shit, it felt too
damn good. Magical.
My head rolled back and a guttural sound escaped me. “That
feels so good, but I’ll explode. I want to be in you first.”
She leaned back and opened her legs, inviting me into her
glistening pink pussy. The scent of her arousal awoke an even higher sense of
urgency in me. I had to bury myself in her now or I’d lose my mind.
“Got a condom?” she asked.
I reached for my nightstand and grabbed one. “Ribbed. For
your pleasure.”
She giggled. “I’m already having quite the pleasant time.”
Zeppelin’s
The Ocean
filled the room. I sheathed
myself with the condom and then climbed on top of her. She was so wet, she
welcomed me with little resistance at first, but then she tightened her muscles
around me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this.”
“Relax, it’s okay. I can stop if you want.”
“Don’t you dare.” She tightened her arms around me and
pulled me down. She breathed slowly and I eased the rest of the way in. The
sensation of her wrapped around me filled me with ecstasy, one I didn’t
understand. As I drove deeper into her, all I could think was that we had
connected in some way. And it was more than a physical one. It didn’t make any
sense to me.
Although I wanted to pump myself deeper and lose myself in
her, I knew we only had tonight so I wanted to make it last. I’d experience
every inch of her, let it burn into my memory. I pulled out of her and she
cried out and reached for me. But when I slid down her body, kissing and
licking her hot skin, she leaned back, seeming to enjoy the sensations of my
tongue. The heady scent of her arousal spiked an animal instinct to take her
again. I paused to inhale the intoxicating aroma, letting my warm breath heat
her wet pussy. She squirmed beneath me, wanting and waiting for more. When I
licked her slit from top to bottom and back again, she balled the sheets in her
hands and cried out, “Oh God, yes.”
I continued to lick every centimeter of her delicious pussy,
never wanting to stop. She raised her hips against my face. Our bodies joined
in a sensual rhythm as she rose and fell with my movements. When I reached her
clit, she wound her hands into my hair, begging me to continue there. I
alternated light and hard pressure with my tongue, driving her closer to a peak
and then letting her drop. She squirmed more, grabbing me, clawing the sheets,
as I drove her body higher and higher. A primal kind of satisfaction welled in
me knowing I had her under my complete control. Tonight she was mine.
She whimpered after I had taken her so close to the edge but
then backed away to let the intensity descend. Then I assaulted her with my
arsenal, licking and fucking her with everything I had. Fingers probing her
pussy and ass while my mouth fastened onto her clit, sucking the sweet nub. She
bucked her hips off the bed and stayed there, crying out, as she reached her
peak, her muscles clenching tightly around my fingers and covering them with
her sweet fluids.
I had her right where I wanted her.
While she came down, I positioned my cock at her entrance
and drove into her with less resistance. Her wet pussy pulsated around me,
driving me to a state of no reason. I buried myself into her, drilling her like
a man possessed. She clenched my arms and clawed at my back, nails digging into
me, which unleashed the beast within me to take over. Her head banged against
the headboard as I rammed into her, but she didn’t seem to care. I paused to
place a pillow behind her head to protect her before I resumed fucking her with
an intensity I’d never experienced.
She cried out and said, “Oh my God, I’m going to come
again.”
“Come, baby. All over my cock.”
As her walls spasmed around me, I became lost. I fell into a
mindless tunnel of absolute pleasure as I pushed into her, releasing my seed. I
collapsed on top of her, our bodies hot and sweaty and our breath ragged. Her
heart pounded against my own.
I rolled next to her and buried my face into her hair,
inhaling the sweet scents of coconut and almond.
No Quarter
filled the
room now that our moans had quieted. We lay there for several minutes listening
to the rest of the song while we caught our breath.
Heaven couldn’t be any better than this.
When I glanced at her face, a light sheen covered her tanned
skin and her eyes were closed. I covered her with the comforter. “Get some
sleep,” I whispered.
She murmured, “Okay,” but I was pretty sure she was halfway
there already.
I rolled away from her to get some space, but draped an arm
on her side, the way I always did after having sex with a woman so they wouldn’t
complain I wasn’t holding them. An urge to roll over and hold her overcame me.
I spooned her to get closer, wrapping myself around her, feeling the heat come
from her body.
What are you doing? You’re acting out of character.
Since it was just one night, I rationalized, it freed me to
act how I wanted without worrying about how she’d respond.
But you’ve had many one-night stands before.
True.
Weariness came over me; it had been a long night. Before
long, I drifted to sleep holding her as the final notes of the album played
out.
Allana
We must have fallen asleep. I woke up to the sunlight creeping
into the bedroom. Last night I hadn’t paid much attention to the surroundings.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I scanned the room. Fantasy-style framed
prints hung on the walls. Knights on horseback, warriors, fair maidens, as well
as a
Lord of the Rings
one featuring Aragorn. I’d seen the first movie
and thought Viggo Mortensen was yummy in that role. Mike liked the character
for different reasons, I’m sure.
His bed took up most of the room, I guessed it to be
king-sized. The comforter covering us was black and soft, some sort of fine
cotton blend. How did that get on us—did he cover us up after I dozed off?
Mike lay next to me, his arm and leg draped over my body,
breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. Today was the big day, the one in which I
received the keys for the studio. Before I faced the challenge ahead, I
relished the moment, savoring the warmth where his skin touched mine.
After several minutes, I shifted. With so much to do, I had
to get up at some point.
He leaned against me and murmured, “Morning.” He pressed his
hardening erection against my ass. “God, you feel good.”
Wiggling my ass back to encourage him to continue, I
murmured, “Mmm, good morning.” I peeked over my shoulder at his hazel eyes
gleaming with passion. A disarming look that almost made me sigh.
His arm snaked around to reach for my breasts. My nipples
tingled and elongated as he stroked them, sending white-hot heat to my pussy.
He reached between my legs and stroked me, intuitively knowing what I craved. I
grinded back against him as I grew wet with need. He pressed his cock there,
teasing me. As the friction grew, so did my need.
“Fuck me again, Mike, before I have to leave.”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere any time soon,” he said, and
flipped me onto my stomach.
I pushed up onto all fours. “I have to go,” I said. “I’m
meeting the landlord at one.”
“Then I still have a few more hours.” He slapped my ass and
I cried out.
“Did you like that?”
As the stinging receded, it fueled my lust. I whispered,
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.” He slapped me again harder.
“Damn it,” I cried. “Yes. I like it!”
“That’s better.” He placed his hand where he’d just struck,
giving relief to the heated spot. Then he reached around to stroke my pussy.
“You’re so wet. You really are a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I murmured.
His teased my entrance with his cock and I moved back,
encouraging him to fill me. He moved the head in and then pulled it out again.
“Now,” I pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He disappeared from behind me and when I turned back, he had
grabbed a condom. After he put it on, he rubbed my folds again, making me wait
for what I wanted most. When he finally entered me, he did so slowly at first.
So much so that I cried, “More!”
He planted his hands on my shoulders as he filled me to the
brink of pain. He thrust in the last few inches and I cried out again.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“I do,” I said.
He grabbed my hair and tugged, nuzzling my neck. “I bet you
like this too,” he whispered.
“Mmmmm…” God, he was so friggin’ hot. I’d never woken up to
be taken like this—a primal need overwhelming us both.
Before I could answer, he thrust deeply into me, pumping
into me fast and hard. I grabbed at the headboard, thankful it had wooden slats
for me to hold on to. I glimpsed a painting of a medieval battle above his bed,
but then closed my eyes as the sensations building inside took all my concentration.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Allana. You feel so damn good.”
My reply came out one moan after another and occasionally a
squeal as he rammed into me. He reached around and rubbed my clit, commanding
my attention as the sensations grew more intense. I could barely take it, one
part of me wanted him to stop, the other thought I would die if he did so. My
fists tightened around the wood, I swore my knuckles must have turned white.
“Come on, girl. Come for me.”
He increased his speed and thrust as well as the pressure on
my clit. When I thought I couldn’t survive another moment of such overwhelming
pleasure and pain, my world shattered behind my eyelids. As the aftershocks
rippled through me, he slammed into me three more times with such force, I
cried out. Then he grabbed both shoulders again as he released himself inside
me. After we were both spent, we fell back onto the bed.
“Oh my God,” I said in between breaths. “Wow.”
“I agree,” he replied, just as breathless. “Sorry if I was
too rough.”
“Wasn’t it obvious I liked it?” A smile inched across my
face. “I might be sore for the rest of the day.”
He grinned. “Good. It will remind you of me.” He climbed out
of bed, his cock still jutting out, and he put on boxers. “Coffee?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Although that woke me up.”
“And you probably worked up an appetite. I know I did. How
about I make us some breakfast?”