by Nova Rain
“What makes you think my answer will be different than the last time?” I groaned, raising my voice.
“Nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I just thought you’d have missed me. I know I have missed you.”
“Get out of here, Curtis,” I requested, maintaining my composure. “And don’t come back.”
Out of the blue, he thrust his arms out and gripped me by the shoulders. Spinning me to the left, he pinned me up against the side of Penny’s Prius.
“I’m not going anywhere ‘til you hear me out,” he snarled, the green in his eyes darkening. “I made one mistake. Just one,” he emphasized, fear creeping through me as he shook my body. “She meant nothing to me, do you hear me? Nothing.”
“Let go of her, you son of a bitch!” Penny yelled, grabbing him by the forearm.
“Shut up!” He shouted, yanking his arm from her grasp, his breath quickening more by the second. I swallowed hard, wondering what I could do to get rid of him. What he was asking of me was out of the question. My mouth trembling, I continued to look up into his eyes. Before I could utter a word, however, a large fist entered my line of sight from the right. Four knuckles smashed against the side of his face, forcing a loud moan of pain from him. In an instant, I was free of his hold. A mere glance told me who had pulled me out of that difficult predicament. It was none other than Michael. Curtis’s body rolled down the back of Penny’s Prius. His body dropped to the ground and rolled across the gap between my friend’s car and a black Challenger.
“Ain’t you sweet…?” Michael grumbled, passing me by, his eyes on my ex-fiancé. He stepped off the curb and bent towards Curtis, Jake following behind him. “The lady said ‘no,’ asshole,” He growled, kicking him in the stomach. Letting out another cry of agony, Curtis bent in half. “Get up, motherfucker. Let’s see how tough you really are.”
Curtis reached his left arm towards the rear bumper of the Prius. Michael wasn’t done with him, though. Grabbing him with both hands, he yanked him up and off the ground. He twisted his body and slammed his back against the trunk, causing the entire vehicle to rock.
“Listen up, punk,” Michael demanded with his arm jerked back. “If you ever, ever lay a hand on her again, I’m going to mess you up so badly your own mother won’t recognize you. Nod if you understand.” Curtis complied, pressing his wrist to his mouth as a drop of blood dribbled down his temple. “Good. Now get the fuck out of here.”
By all rights, this violence and Michael’s foul language should have disgusted me. I wasn’t a fan of either. To my utter surprise, however, they had the exact opposite effect on me. Watching him pant and his fingers still clenched into fists, sent waves of arousal roaring through me. As I watched Curtis run away from the scene, I felt wetness between my thighs, along with a huge desire to take Michael up to my bedroom.
In silence, I closed the gap between us. I pressed my body into his, running my hands up his chest. Tilting my head up, I cupped both shoulders through his coat a moment before I locked my mouth with his lips. And I didn’t stop there. I kissed him with passion, breathing hard and fast on his skin while my fingers traveled up the sides of his neck.
“Slow down,” he whispered into my mouth, wrapping his arm around my waist. “People are looking.”
“I don’t care,” I said with a whisper of my own, the taste of his kiss growing stronger.
“We’re going over to my place.” Sadly, for me, Penny’s information ruined the moment. “See you, guys.”
“Okay,” Michael exhaled, my gaze locked with his. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I just thought I should reward you,” I uttered, my tone playful. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Good,” I interrupted him. “Just so you know, I don’t like to kiss in public. This is the first time I’ve ever done it.”
“Then I should be proud of myself,” he concluded with a chuckle. “I’m the first guy your hotness ever kissed on the side of a busy road.”
“Let’s go upstairs,” I suggested, his compliment adding to the intense sensation that was beginning to take over me. “By the way, how come you’re back so early? Penny and I were about to come pick you up from the airport.”
“We had to leave early,” he explained, his voice echoing in the building. “One of the cargo trucks broke down en route to the airport. The driver contacted company headquarters and mentioned his truck had suffered engine damage. He needed spare parts to fix it, and the nearest dealership was eighty miles away. By the time he got there, it would be closed. So, the company ordered us to leave a couple of hours before departure time. Since the plane was lighter, we were able to complete the flight about twenty-five minutes faster than usual.”
“I really hope you’re not tired,” I told him, the elevator coming to a halt on my floor.
“Not so much, but I need a shower. I’ve got to wash that jetlag off of me,” he responded, the two of us striding down the hallway. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
“Not at all,” I said, his words generating ideas in my head. Once more, my reaction surprised me. I couldn’t recall instigating things with any of my former lovers, including Curtis. I preferred leaving the initiative to them. Michael’s gesture had sparked an inner naughtiness unknown to me. My initial thought was wearing some sexy lingerie. I had a number of sets in my dresser, in a variety of colors. Yet, I rejected that notion in an instant. Not only had my ex gifted me most of those, but I had worn them for him, too. Moreover, choosing what to wear would take time, and I didn’t want to waste another minute. So, when Michael entered my bathroom, I went to my bedroom and undressed myself.
I tiptoed out, the sound of water hitting the tiles growing louder. Twisting the doorknob, I caught a glimpse of his dark-green uniform, neatly folded on my hamper. Michael was under the shower, facing me. Steam had fogged up the glass of the cubicle, obscuring my vision. I ran my tongue along my upper lip, my heart beating faster and harder in my chest. I eased the door open enough to fit through the gap, my eyes on his face.
“Whoa!” He exclaimed, his eyes popping open.
“Hi.” I assumed a sexy voice, taking a step towards him. “I was wondering if you, uh…” I paused. “If you would let me wash that jet lag off for you.”
“Be my guest,” he urged, bringing a devilish smile to my face. I reached left and picked up my purple sponge and the foam bath from the rack on the wall. Flipping it open, I squeezed an ample quantity out, and then placed the sponge under the shower.
“Your legs are insane, Ava,” Michael paid me a compliment, his voice bass-deep. “They go on forever.”
“Hmmm…” I hummed, cocking an eyebrow. “Tell me…” I whispered. “What would you like to do to them?”
“Everything,” he uttered, his tone thick with arousal. “Caress them, stroke them, kiss them, lick them…”
Tingles shot up and down both of my legs at his words as I gazed upon his chest. I squeezed the sponge in my palm, letting out a sigh of lust. Chunks of foam began to dribble down his cut muscles. Dripping off his chest, one of them landed on his stomach, just below his bellybutton. It bypassed the deep ridges of his abs and reached the base of his cock.
“Holy God…” I whispered, a look of half-surprise and half-admiration on my face. His inches were sticking straight out from his body, the retracted foreskin revealing a thick head. “Screw it,” I mumbled, tossing the sponge away. I leaned forward, closing my eyes, until my body crashed into his. I felt the hardness of his manhood against my stomach as our mouths locked under the water. Hot, wet streams flowed down my back as I threw my arms around his shoulders. Before long, Michael’s strong hands were on my waist, making their way up my torso.
“I want them,” I said, tugging his lower lip into my mouth with my teeth. “The things you said about my legs; I want them all.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, smoothing his hand over the curve of my ass. Holding on, he pressed his body against mine, givi
ng me another taste of how hard he was for me. I lifted my leg off the floor and bent it, slipping my tongue into his mouth. To my pleasure, he took the hint. Releasing my back, he caught my thigh in mid-air.
“Your skin’s like velvet,” his next compliment had me whimpering, lusting for more of his caresses. His fingers slid forward, mapping out the skin of my outer thigh. Stopping just an inch before my ass cheek, they stopped and went back down my leg, maintaining a firm grip. I dragged my nails down his massive back, feeling his muscles twitch underneath them. In eagerness, I moved my lips down his face. A kiss on his chin later, my mouth was over the top of his chest. Michael tipped his head back, his muscles shimmering in the light. He let go of my leg and I put it back down on the floor, leaving a trail of kisses down his body.
The feel of his stiff abs against my nose and my mouth fueled the fire of lust within me. I cupped his firm butt with both of my hands, the sound of my kisses clearly audible over his labored breath. His shaft ground into my chest, and I nipped at his skin. The light tremor in his legs spurred me on. My hands crept around him and stroked, until I stopped them at his big, throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Ava!” He growled, slamming his fist into the wall as I guided him through my lips. Sheer saltiness filled my mouth, his leg muscles flexing again. He tilted his hips and pushed in further, while liquid heat rushed through my core. I was desperate to touch myself. I wanted to reach down and rub my clit to climax. But other desires were even stronger than this. I wanted to show him my appreciation. Also, I loved having him at my mercy. Still. Moaning and groaning over and over, a slave to the pleasure I had been offering him. My lips were stretching around his fat girth, my tongue bathing his delicious shaft. He withdrew and thrust back in, more than half his inches down my throat. I twisted the base of his shaft, ducking my head back and forth as my pussy tingled.
My drowsy eyes opened to slits to look up at him. What a sight… Muscle after muscle twitching in his stomach with every withdrawal. The bulges in his chest rising and falling in rhythm. His head tipped slightly back, his mouth pointed up at the ceiling, and his moans gained in intensity and volume. All of a sudden, he tipped his head down and eyed me with hungry eyes.
“I’m going to cum, you crazy girl,” he grunted, making me tighten my grip around his cock. I moved my hand up and down, jerking that rock-hard manhood of his faster, my mouth unwilling to let go of him. I kept the tip in and sucked, my fist bumping into his groin. A series of loud grunts and groans convinced me to pull him out. His whole body tensing, he reached a powerful fulfillment, his juices shooting past me. I flashed him a smirk, relishing in the fact that I had dominated him like that.
“Come here…” he muttered, bending down. In a flash, his hands were on my hips, lifting me up. I let out a playful scream, watching the beige tiles get smaller. He draped my torso over his back and strutted out of the cubicle. “I’m going to drive you crazy now,” he threatened, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Bring it on,” I dared him, hearing the bedroom door slam shut behind me. His move might not have been romantic, but I didn’t mind. It was quick and abrupt, which was just what I needed. He laid me down in my bed, his eyes narrow with wanton desire as he joined me.
I raised my legs in the air and put them together, before placing my feet on his chest.
“Let’s see what you’ve got,” I said, curling my index finger. Michael did not speak. Sitting on his knees, he leaned forward. Curling his arms around my calves, he laid a fervent kiss on my ankle. His fingers inched down, offering me a gentle caress that sent shivers of delight down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, and hissed, his plan becoming clear to me. It was simple, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t wonderful. His lips followed his hands. Every area he caressed and stroked, he made sure to kiss afterwards. I felt his lush lips making their way down my outer calf as his soft hands filled with the flesh of my thighs. And when they passed my knees, he spread my legs and positioned himself between them.
“Yeah,” I whimpered at the feel of his lips on my inner thigh. I arched my back and hissed again, Michael’s mouth exploring my leg with passion. Each one of his long kisses poured gasoline onto the fire that had been raging within me. My insides were burning, aching for his touch. A moan rattled in my throat as I sensed the tip of his tongue, running down my thigh. His beard stubble brushed my slit for a moment. It was enough, though. Right then and there, I knew that any more foreplay would be torture. I would gain no satisfaction from it. So, I leaned up and reached out to grab him by the wrists.
“I want you inside me. Now,” I commanded, our gazes locking with one another, before he lay on top of me.
“But I wasn’t done with you yet,” he complained, the rasp in his voice overwhelming me.
“I don’t care,” I breathed out, wrapping my legs around his waist. He eased back, revealing his wet, sculpted body. A drop of water dripped off his nipple and landed on my stomach, before my gaze drifted down to his cock. It was long and stiff, ready to give me what I had been craving. Michael rubbed it against my slit once, covering it with my moisture.
“Oooh, yeah!” I moaned, gritting my teeth as he sank into me in one, slow motion. At last, my inner walls clenched around his delicious inches and gripped him tight, until he was all the way in. A mere withdrawal and my eyes popped wide, the unprecedented experience of such delicate penetration sweeping me off my feet. There was no haste. Although I could see the desire in his eyes, he didn’t plunge into me. Instead, he filled me up, his own eyes roaming from my slit to my face.
“God, I love what you’re doing to me,” I moaned, lifting my hands up to his shoulders. I splayed my fingers over his bulging muscles and threw my head back, the sweet sensation sending vibrations of pleasure coursing through my body.
“You looked so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth,” Michael uttered in his sexy voice. “I was just too turned on to say that back there.”
I let out a short giggle, clutching the sheets. A harsh moan escaped him, his right hand cupping my breast, while his left one crawled down my stomach. He leaned further back, the tip of his thumb making contact with my clit.
“Awwww!” I whimpered, the feel of his fingers rubbing my sensitive area causing that ball of sensations to center at my groin. My body was rocking and throbbing underneath him. Sheer delight was emanating from my core, along my limbs to my fingers and toes. The force of his thrusts was hitting me hard, making me squirm. Electrifying jolts shot through me, signaling the arrival of my climax. My mouth flew open, allowing my moans to lace the air in my bedroom as my cries overshadowed every other noise. Michael’s climax followed in seconds. He yanked his cock out of me, as more, harsher grunts flew out of his mouth. His juices stained the sheets below my crotch. Spent and panting, my lover tumbled into bed and lay beside me.
“Alright…” he gasped. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah?”
“Where is the posh lady?” He posed his question as I rolled over on my shoulder. “Because everything that’s happened after I kicked that prick’s ass has looked a bit weird.”
“Well…” I snorted in amusement. “I’m not sure what you’ll think of this, but when you beat him up, it sort of, um…” I faltered and lowered my gaze.
“There she is,” he pointed at me with a smile. I was still wondering how to phrase my next sentence, and he snaked his arm around my upper back. “I’m waiting.”
“Okay,” I drew in a sharp breath. “It turned me on,” I confessed, returning my attention to him. “I couldn’t tell you ‘why’ when it happened, but now, I think I know. You did everything I couldn’t. I mean, sure, I could slap him and shove him, but I couldn’t hurt him like you did.”
“I shouldn’t have asked.” Michael shook his head in regret.
“Don’t say that,” I requested, snuggling up against him. “I’m glad you did. If my boyfriend had exhibited some sort of strange behavior, I would have liked to know why.”
“Let’s
never talk about that jerk again, shall we?” He sweetened his tone.
“Fine by me,” I assured him with a smile. “Let’s talk about your flight to Ontario tomorrow. You’ll have a passenger on board. Me.”
“Your editor gave you another day off?” He squinted down at me.
“No, I’m writing a piece on Lake Huron,” I announced, putting some force in my voice. “I’m staying there for five days. Please, tell me I won’t spend most of them alone.”
“You won’t,” he assured me. “My next flight to Minnesota is on Monday morning, but we have to fly another shipment to Ontario that very night. We’re coming back to New York on Wednesday night.”
“That’s more than half the time of my stay up there.” I concluded, a grin bursting upon my lips. “That’s fantastic.”
“It sure is.” Michael agreed. “You know what would be even better?”
“What?”
“You in a bikini, running up and down the shore.” His last statement baffled me. The confusion was short-lived, though. He pressed his lips together, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I burst out laughing as he snorted a cackle. Resting my head on his shoulder, I held on to his chest, my whole body shaking. “Yeah. Of course, I’ll have to throw pebbles at all the losers chasing after you, but what the hell…? You’re worth it.”
“You just won’t let up!” I chuckled, looking up at him. With the laughing subsiding, I gazed up into his peaceful eyes. “I’m glad I gave you a chance, Captain Compton. You’re turning out to be the best choice I’ve made in a long time.”
“This is why I insisted,” he claimed, setting his index finger on my jawline. “I’d seen you laugh before. You were a thousand times prettier than the sad girl Jake sent me to the other day.”
“Kiss me,” I demanded with a whisper, his words pulling at my heartstrings. A slow tilt of his head brought his mouth over mine. I swung my arm around his upper back, surrendering to the passion that was oozing out of him. It washed me away like a grain of sand at high tide. That night, I enjoyed the spoils of my decision. Heat fused our bodies together. No matter what we did to each other, we were captives of that heat. Honestly? This had to be the sexiest captivity I could have ever hoped for.
