by Shayne Ford
“Oh, my…” I mumble, grabbing his hair.
He rolls his tongue onto my entrance and smoothly slips it into me. I moan and groan as he licks me and starts sucking on my sex.
An earthquake of pleasure barrels through me within moments.
Flushed, he pulls up to his feet, his stare beaming with lust.
“Come to me,” he rasps.
He lifts my thigh to his hip, positions the tip of his erection against my entrance and rides his hard length into me.
The air stops flowing in my lungs for a brief moment.
Full and hard, he stills in me as my center clenches around him.
“Don’t move,” he says as I slowly roll my hips.
He braces his hands against the tree on either side of me, his eyes filled with a smile. Drunk on pleasure, he rocks his hips, thrusting deep into me, filling me up.
Then again.
Slow and deep.
And again.
My hands latch onto his neck as I start to move with him.
He cups my butt and claims my lips, driving his hardness into me. We grind into each other, our bodies tangled in a dance of love and pleasure, our blood simmering with lust.
We pick up the pace, and then without warning, the first harsh thrust comes. And then the next one, and the next one. Harder and harder.
“I’m coming...” I breathe out as his fist locks hard in my hair, his hips grinding, my nails digging into his back.
His eyes bore into mine, deep, troubled, filled with hunger. His strokes come faster and harder. And I see it in his eyes as much as he sees it in mine, the passion and yearning for each other, strong and inescapable.
Moving his body against mine, his eyes light up with a mysterious smile.
He pounds me to his relief and mine.
Panting, he leans against me, the scent of his hot, damp skin filling my nostrils. I kiss his chest, his neck, and lips.
While he looks at me, smiling.
SHADE
Back pressed against the tree, strands of damp hair stuck to her face, she looks at me, so beautiful.
So mine.
I fix my pants and button up my shirt before I pick up her dress and hand it to her. She slips into it slowly and pulls the zipper up.
I put my jacket on.
“We need to find Maya and Chad,” she says, her voice tinged with concern.
“Don’t worry about them. Chad will take good care of her,” I say, grinning.
“I bet he will,” she mutters.
We lace our fingers together and pull away, heading back to the house.
Walking side by side, I secretly study her.
She’s no longer the woman trying to hide her passion for life or toning down her beauty. She no longer puts herself in a box she can’t possibly fit in.
Arching her back, she pushes her chest forward and sways her hips into a sensual stride that makes my cock twitch, asking for an encore.
Cheeks flushed, she steals a glance at me, a smile tugging at her lips.
I flip the filtered end of a cigarette between my lips and light it up.
“Feeling better?” I ask, smiling around my cigarette.
A grin speaking of satiation drapes on her lips.
“Yeah... I am.”
Moments later, we near the house when a voice rings out behind us.
“Tara?”
We pull to a stop before we spin around.
Hands locked, Maya and Chad walk to us.
Her face is scarlet like her gown. His bow tie is missing. And that says a lot to me since he doesn’t have anything against them. His face is flushed like hers.
A smile touches his eyes as he gives me a secret wink.
Mmmm-hmmm.
Tara catches our exchange, just as I peel my gaze away from him, hardly stifling a grin. I lean closer to her.
“Nothing to worry about, baby. She couldn’t be in better hands. Trust me.”
Our limousine pulls right up. I place a soft kiss on Tara’s cheek, take her hand and nudge her inside.
We all climb in before the car glides away. I roll the window down, the warm, breezy night sneaking in.
Chad and I connect eyes briefly before he wraps his arm around Maya’s shoulders.
She turns to him, her fingers trailing his jawline as she leans closer to him and whispers something in his ear.
His eyes light up, a soft smile curving his lips. Blood pools in her face the moment he glances at her.
That’s a smitten woman if I’ve ever seen one.
I give Tara a side glance. She studies them as well. Chad buries his lips in Maya’s hair and murmurs something in her ear.
A smile flickers across her lips.
They lock lips under our eyes. His hand slides into her hair, her fingers wrapping tightly around his neck. Sliding closer to him, she arches her body, yearning to feel him flush against her.
Oblivious to us, he pulls her into him while she slips her hand inside his shirt.
I’m hard as fuck.
I peel my gaze away.
Red up to her hairline, Tara looks at me. Her lips pull slightly apart, her eyes getting heavy. Our gazes stay locked in what feels like a sinful eternity before Maya and Chad shift in their seats, and we move our focus to them again.
Grinning, he leans back into his seat. Her chest crushes against his torso, her lips melting into his.
He cups the back of her hair and starts to kiss her while she runs her hand up between his thighs and cups his bulge.
Under our eyes, she starts stroking his hard dick through his pants while Tara and I watch, unable to peel our gazes away.
Tara’s fingers brush my thigh, an electric current coursing through my groin.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, I slowly run it up. Her skirt peels smoothly off her legs, opening up to her lap.
The stirring I feel in my pants reminds me of an important detail. Her panties are gone.
She curls her hand around my forearm, tension spilling in her touch.
I lean to her.
“The world could come to an end right now, and they wouldn’t notice,” I whisper in her ear, and then I run my lips over her earlobe and trace down the column of her neck.
Smoothly, I slide my hand up between her legs.
“Let me touch you,” I murmur against her soft skin, and a tremble rushes through her.
“That’s my girl,” I say quietly as I run the back of my fingers through her wet folds, touching her clit.
I can almost feel the throbbing of her flesh against my hand. She shifts to me, turning her back to them, blocking their view–– not that we are doing anything differently than what they’re doing, and palms my hard-on.
“I like that,” I mutter quietly, grinning against her lips.
Her breath burns my mouth.
I rest my hand between her legs while she slowly rolls her hips.
“You like it,” I breathe into her and she squeezes my erection in response. “I guess you do.” I murmur, shifting in my seat as well.
Her eyes dip to my lips as I cup the back of her head and pull her to me.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I whisper before I capture her lips and I slide my tongue between them.
Her thighs clench around my hand, her breaths coming fast and shallow.
“Good girl,” I say, my flesh getting rock hard against her hand.
Gently, I press my fingers against her clit, deepening our kiss. She gets wetter, hotter, and closer to the peak.
I throw a glance over her shoulder.
Chad’s fly is open, Maya’s hand inside his pants, her breasts scooped out, filling his hands.
“Shade,” Tara purrs against my lips.
“Wait for it, baby...”
Her body begins to tense as I kiss her neck again. She tips her head back, exposing her soft skin, as I let my lips trail down.
Eyes closed, she no longer cares if someone is watching her. She pushes her chest forwa
rd, and I slip one hand inside her cleavage. Squeezing her mound, I flick my tongue against the hardened nipple.
The first shudder falls through her.
I do it again. This time I roll the puckered flesh between my teeth and gently bite it. The flesh between her legs gets hotter and hotter. I stroke her softly, barely touching her swollen clit, while sucking hard on her nipple.
That’s when her body arches and the tension breaks inside. She clutches my neck with so much strength I smell the blood beneath her nails.
A sharp intake of air makes it to her lungs before she starts to shudder, hot and sweaty, her breaths rushed and ragged.
I almost come.
Her grip slackens after a few more moments, her eyes coming back to me. Heavy, lustful, and drunk. A soft smile curls her lips. She leans to me and kisses me.
“You owe me big time,” I mutter as she runs her hand down my cock, softly laughing.
Smiling, I look away.
11
SHADE
The lights are low in my apartment, a soft, melodious music drifting through the air.
I pivot to the bar.
“Drinks anyone?”
I glance at Chad who has his hand locked with Maya’s.
He motions a ‘yes’ after he looks at her.
“Wine,” he says. “For both of us.”
“Tara?”
“Yes.”
“What would you like?”
“What you have,” she says.
“Are you sure?” I ask, smiling.
She tilts her chin down, blushing.
“Okay.”
Grinning, I fix us drinks.
I hand the glasses of wine to Chad and Maya, who both turn around and stroll to the terrace.
I give Tara a glass filled with ice and two fingers of scotch before I bring my drink to my lips. I tilt it back, the alcohol hitting my throat, burning through me.
She lifts the bottom of her dress as she slides onto a barstool. She crosses her legs, and the bottom of her dress pulls open, revealing her thighs.
Dipping my gaze, I take inventory of her smooth skin and long muscles. She observes me from above the rim of her glass.
I set my drink on the counter and peel my jacket off.
Her gaze coasts down on me. It doesn’t take long before she notices the outline of my bulge straining against my fly.
I’m so hungry for her I could devour her. Her eyes glint with mischief as if she reads my mind.
She takes another swig. I do the same.
The alcohol hits her blood, turning her eyes into liquid fire. She sets her glass to the side and I do the same before I close the gap between us.
She leans back against the counter while I set my hands on in on either side of her.
Her eyes flick up to mine.
“I guess you loved our kiss in the car,” I say quietly, bringing my fingers to her face.
We look into each other’s eyes for a moment before I tilt my gaze down to her.
A faint shade of Mediterranean tan makes her skin glow. Her eyes sparkle, blue and green like the sea.
Flashbacks of our week in Italy come back to me, bright and powerful, as real as the air I breathe. The image of us entangled in the golden sand, feet away from the azure water. It makes my blood run faster as if I relive that very moment. It’s also reminds me how much I missed her legs wrapped around my waist and how hard it is to be away from her.
Her lips part slowly as she takes in my faltering smile.
For a moment, I focus on the contour of her lips.
“What is it?” she asks with a soft voice as if she knows what goes through my mind.
“Things will change, baby,” I mutter, slowly brushing her jawline with my fingers.
“What do you mean?”
“I have to do something to change things. I can’t stay away from you for that long. I don’t want to.”
A soft smile brushes her eyes.
“I feel the same,” she murmurs.
My fingers run over her brow as I brush a lock away from her face.
“But you know it’s not going to be easy,” I say quietly.
She tilts her chin down.
“I know.”
“Are you sure you’re going to stick with me?”
No smile pushes to her lips.
“Yes.”
“Good. That’s all I needed to know,” I say, smiling again.
Tenderly, I slide my hand into her hair.
She tips her face up as I lower my mouth to hers, our tongues locking into a sultry tease.
Her hand slides to my groin, her palm gliding down, brushing the hard ridge of my cock.
The other hand comes to my chest, flicking my buttons open. She runs her palm onto my pecs, her fingers slowly kneading.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” she asks against my lips while she keeps stroking my erection.
“No, I don’t,” I say, my fingers tracing the length of her thighs, sliding her dress off her legs.
Dipping my gaze, I take in her crossed legs and smooth folds. Smiling, she keeps stroking me through my pants as I peel her dress off her shoulders and free her breasts.
Quiet moans lift off her lips as I rub her nipples.
Slowly, I drag my gaze down on her body when Maya’s laugh drift through the air.
Tara glances at the terrace.
“Stop worrying about them,” I murmur. She shifts her eyes back to me. “Open your legs, baby.”
She parts her thighs slightly, her eyes shifting to the door again. I grip her chin and turn her face to me.
“More... Open them more,” I say.
She spreads them more, her soft folds parting as well, her glistening clit on full display. Lust fills her eyes as my gaze roams over the spot between her legs.
She slowly rolls her hips, stroking me harder while I tenderly brush the flesh between her legs.
Mesmerized, she looks at me as I keep teasing her clit, and smoothly stroke her sex.
A soft smile curls my lips.
“I’m gonna make you so hungry for me you’ll never stop thinking about me.”
A grin lights up her face.
“Is that a threat?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.”
She shifts in her seat, pulling her legs open, even more.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I bring both hands to her hair and angle her face up.
“Tell me...” I say softly. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, her lips curving into a slow smile. “What are you afraid of?”
“I...”
She pauses.
I tip my head to the side and wait.
My fingers slide along her neck, spurring goosebumps on her skin.
“You’re afraid you like it too much? Or me?” I ask, looking down at her.
“Yes. Both.”
“Well, that’s something you can’t control. Not as long as I have a say,” I mutter.
A grin pours into her eyes.
“I don’t want to…” she says softly.
“You don’t have to baby. I will never hurt you. You know that,” I say, running my fingers along her jawline, tracing the contour of her mouth.
Barely touching her lips, I start caressing them gently, my thumb pressing the silky flesh. She flicks her tongue out and swirls it around my finger as I push my thumb into her mouth.
She starts sucking on it, and I push it deeper while splaying my fingers on her cheek. Slowly, I start unbuckling my belt. She opens my fly completely.
Her eyes cut up at me for a moment and then dart to the terrace before they shift back to me. Running my hand up my length, I give my hard length a long stroke.
“I told you to stop thinking about them...” I say, grinning. “It’s all yours, baby.”
She lowers her eyes and slides off the chair, smoothly kneeling in front of me.
Her tongue sweeps my balls before she slides her lips up my length and pulls my hard flesh into her mouth. A rush
of pleasure spears through me when my hard crown hits her throat.
She chokes, and I pull back, and then she sheathes me with her mouth again. Pure heaven.
Her eyes close–her eyelids heavy as I tilt my hips and grip her hair, getting ready to fuck her little mouth.
Footsteps echo in the background, and I can tell that they’re not Maya’s.
I don’t flinch.
She doesn’t seem to hear them, but then again, maybe I’m wrong and she just doesn’t care.
Chad walks silently as he makes a beeline for the bar.
Her rhythm doesn’t slow down as she keeps bobbing her head.
Tingles shoot up my spine as I feel his eyes on us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his gaze drifting on us. Shaking his head, he smiles.
Quietly, he slips behind the bar, grabs a bottle of wine and walks away.
I am throbbing in her mouth.
Moments later, she cracks her eyes open and looks at me.
Swept in a trance, she stares at me with unfocused eyes, her lips swollen, her hands trembling.
I’m one thrust away from coming.
She sucks me harder as if she knows that I’m barely holding myself back. The tension scales up fast, spiking, the orgasm ramming through me within moments.
Groaning, I shake my hips against her face.
Her nails sink into my thighs until the last bit of pleasure rolls through me. It takes a few more moments before I slant my glance down and our eyes connect.
She rises to her feet, and I pull her close to me, claiming her lips. Her soft moans roll into my mouth.
Smoothly, I tear away.
I put her dress back on, take her hand and walk her to the terrace.
The night breeze blows through her hair and makes the lit candles flicker on the handrail. A soft glow spills over the blue lit pool.
I steer right, leading her to the lounge area.
I spot Chad in the opposite corner, his back pressed against the wall, his tuxedo trousers barely hanging to his hips.
On her knees, wearing only tiny panties, Maya has her hand wrapped around his dick and her mouth molded on it.
Her head bobs rhythmically, her long blonde hair bouncing on her back, almost touching her waist.
