Five First Dates

by Erin McCarthy

  “I don’t like shirts,” he said. “It’s not my fault you enjoy the view.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to change Sully and see if I can get him back to sleep. This conversation isn’t over.”

  “Good. I could have this conversation all night.”

  Oh, my. That was promising and terrifying all at once. Maddox looked like he had any number of things he wanted to say with his tongue all over my body. And Lord, did I want the man to talk.

  I took Sully back into my bedroom and changed his diaper, distracted. So, I’d let my nanny get me off. That wasn’t a huge deal, was it? There were worse things I could have done. Cheated on my taxes. Cursed a high school enemy with a voodoo doll. Reckless use of exclamation points in my work articles. Forgotten to call my mother on her birthday. Those were bad things. This was not.

  It wasn’t like I’d asked Maddox to do it either.

  He seemed to be fully on board with some casual intimacy.

  He was right—we were friends. If we kept it on the down low, did it really matter? Couldn’t it be a mutually satisfying arrangement for the time he was staying with me? I thought about Steven’s reaction. My brother would lose his shit. But he was in Stroudsburg and really, who I had sex with was my own business, not his. He didn’t tell me a damn thing about his personal life.

  That gave me exactly no reason to worry about Steven’s feelings, right?

  Sully had stopped crying almost the minute the soiled diaper was off, so I snapped him back into his pajamas and picked him up. I kissed his still-damp cheek. “This is our little secret, okay, sweetie? Don’t tell Uncle Steven. Mommy needs a little boom-boom.”

  Even as I rocked him and spoke, he was already dropping back into sleep. Mercifully, within a couple of minutes he was out, body limp and heavy, lips parted as he breathed in and out. I put him back in his crib and watched him for a second to make sure he didn’t wake back up. He stayed asleep, so I retreated to the bathroom, washed my hands, and contemplated brushing my teeth but then decided if I came out smelling minty fresh it would be super obvious.

  I was insanely self-conscious. I adjusted the off-the-shoulder side of my sweater, trying to expose more skin without making it seem like I was. “You’re ridiculous,” I murmured to myself in the mirror, before sticking my tongue out at myself.

  Going down the hall, I had the sudden urge to stop at the end of the wall and drape myself in the doorframe like a femme fatale. Except knowing me, I would trip and break my ankle. So instead I sort of fast-walked into the room and jumped onto the couch next to Maddox, tucking my feet under my legs. “Hi.”

  “Hi.” He smiled at me. “Sully asleep?”

  I nodded. “Wet diaper.”

  “Do you want more ice cream?” he asked, resting his hand very casually on my knee, like we sat like this all the time.

  He was younger than me and yet I felt like a middle school girl all of a sudden. I was a mother, and I was unnerved by Maddox’s hand of my knee, of all stupid things, very aware I was still wet from his touch. “No, I’m fine. I’ve already put my foot in my mouth, I don’t need to put anything else in it.”

  The corner of his mouth turned up. “Nothing else? You don’t want anything else to go into your mouth?”

  I smacked his arm. “I realized exactly one second too late how that would sound.”

  He laughed. “When did you put your foot in your mouth?”

  “I told you I want toe-curling sex, not with a stranger, or whatever I said. I didn’t mean you had to step up to bat.”

  “What if I’ve been dying to play for years?” He stroked his thumb across my knee. “And you telling me that was basically like a coach yelling ‘you’re in!’ to the benchwarmer.”

  I blinked at him. “You’ve been waiting to be told you can go in?”

  Maddox nodded. “The first day I got here you put me in my place, so I’ve been waiting. I didn’t want to fuck this up or make you uncomfortable, but the truth is, you’re my teen fantasy and, Savannah…”

  When he didn’t continue, I asked, “Yes?” My heartrate had shot up and my inner thighs had suddenly gotten very, very wet.

  “I want to strip you naked and worship every inch of your sexy body. I want to make you come so many times you don’t even know your own name, then I’m going to start all over again and do the same thing a second time.”

  “Um…” I was speechless. And burning up from the inside out. My mouth was hot, my throat dry. “I…”

  Maddox took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “But I want to be clear. I made you come because I wanted to pleasure you, not because I saw it as the price of admission to your body. You call the shots here.”

  With that, his words both startled me and reassured me. He was a man who had been raised to respect women, and I realized that initially he had flirted with me, but just that first day. As soon as I’d told him I wasn’t interested, he had backed off and established himself as my babysitter and friend.

  I was so going to have sex with him.

  Untucking my feet, I shifted and climbed onto his lap.

  He made a sound in the back of his throat that I didn’t think I would ever forget. His nostrils flared as I sank my thighs down, knees on either side of him. He gripped my waist, me his shoulders, as I leaned in.

  “If I’m calling the shots, I want you to do what you said. What was it?” I asked. “Strip me naked and worship every inch of my body?”

  “Your sexy body,” he said, voice low and rough. “That’s what I said.”

  I gave him a smile. “Yeah. That. Do that.”

  * * *

  Savannah was on my lap, her smooth fingers gliding over my shoulders, across my biceps. This was happening and I was one lucky motherfucker. I could feel the warm press of her pussy against my cock, even through her tight pants. What I really wanted to do was just yank her jeans off and fuck her hard, fast.

  But that would mean the fun would be over way too fast. I wanted to draw this out. Make it last as long as I could handle without exploding. I ran a finger over the creamy skin exposed on her right shoulder. Her sweater had slipped and even that glimpse of her flesh turned me on. She had the ivory skin of a redhead, but whereas she covered the freckles on her face, her shoulder showed a dusting of them. I wanted to kiss each one.

  So I did.

  Her soft hair brushed against my cheek and she sighed, rocking herself just ever so slightly against me.

  I lifted my head and said, “Kiss me, Savannah.”

  She tossed her hair back, then gave me a soft smile. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but it was enough to me that she was here, on my lap. I expected a sweet kiss. It wasn’t. The second she leaned in, she was hungry, questing, pressing her mouth eagerly against mine.

  Damn. Sweet Savannah was Sexy Savannah.

  She was pressing her tits against my bare chest, and sliding her tongue between my lips.

  I gripped her hips, hard, kissing her back, fighting her for domination, wanting her so fucking bad. She was giving the sexiest little moans and I could feel the tightness of her nipples through her thin sweater. Her nails pressed into my arms.

  We devoured each other, both not able to get enough, until I flipped her off of me and onto her back on the couch. I’d give anything to take her to a big bed, but I couldn’t risk Sully waking up and cock blocking. We had to stay in the living room, and no getting her to screaming levels, unfortunately.

  I popped the snap on her jeans for the second time in one night. “We have to be quiet,” I told her. “No waking the baby.”

  She nodded. “Silent sex. I can do that. Whatever it takes to have you inside me.”

  Holy fuck. Nothing could be hotter than hearing her say that. “I need to go get a condom out of my bag. Don’t move.”

  Having a teen mom had meant she’d beat into me the importance of protection. Most of the talks had gone along the lines of “I’m not watching your kid if you screw up” and “babies are
expensive.” I had believed her and as a result always had condoms in easy access.

  I was back in a minute, condom on, pants off, and she was lying on her back, hair spread around her shoulders. For a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, she was so damn gorgeous. And she was still fully dressed. I put my knees between her thighs, easing them apart, and looked down at her. Cupping her cheeks, I gave her a slow, deep kiss. Then I eased her sweater up and over her head before tossing it onto the floor.

  “Can you…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe stay away from my chest? The nursing… it feels awkward.”

  I nodded. “Of course.” The last thing I wanted was for her to feel self-conscious or to feel like a mom instead of a woman. I was well aware of what she had admitted—she hadn’t had sex since before Sully was born.

  It was probably best to just leave her bra on unless she indicated otherwise.

  I kissed her, wanting to erase that nervous expression she was wearing.

  I’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss Savannah. In my nerdy teen years, I had imagined she would be cool and sophisticated, a bit icy. But she was anything but. Savannah opened herself easily to me, and wrapped her arms around my back, nails scratching lightly across my skin. So lightly it gave me goose bumps.

  It was a warm kiss, a sweet brushing of our mouths, an honest and vulnerable touch that heated higher with each touch, each stroke. My muscles tensed, my cock hardened, as she made those sounds of pleasure, little moans of eagerness. It was better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

  When she started to shift her hips, questing, her nails no longer as light on my skin, I pulled back. There was only one lamp on in the living room and it was the perfect amount of illumination on her pale skin. “Savannah.”

  “Maddox.” She stared up at me expectantly, trusting.

  “You turn me on so fucking bad.” Then I gripped both her panties and her jeans with my hands and dragged them down. I got them off one ankle and then the other.

  I went back to her mouth, kissing her hard, crowding her body with mine. Running my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, I brushed over her fingers and then shifted to her hips. She had an hourglass shape. Big breasts, narrow waist, full hips. I’d spent enough time staring at her as a teenager to know it was her natural shape, but definitely more exaggerated now that she’d had a baby. Everything about it turned me on. She was soft, with silken skin, and curves that had a little give to them. Not skin and bones.

  As I stroked her hips, her inner thighs, just getting the feel of her body, and her reactions to what areas, I kissed the trail behind my touch.

  She tensed and tried to shift away when I touched her stomach, so I moved on. But otherwise she seemed relaxed and aroused. When I got to her inner thighs with my mouth, dropping a light kiss on one thigh, then the other, she gave a little sound of both pleasure and impatience.

  Trying to turn so I landed on her pussy, Savannah reached down and buried her fingers in my hair. I had beard stubble and I lightly rubbed against the tender flesh, still not going where she so clearly wanted me to. Drawing out the tease, I skimmed right over her sex and lifted back up to give her another aggressive, hard kiss.

  This time she wrapped her foot around my calf and drew her body closer to mine.

  That’s when I went back down and slipped my tongue over her clit and down inside her. She gave a hiss of ecstasy, clearly trying to stay quiet, but her nails dug deep into my skin. “Mad…” she whispered. “Oh, God.”

  Mad. She’d given up calling me Maddy.

  It was a fucking satisfying realization. I dropped my tongue in and out of her, finding a rhythm. She was deliciously wet and trying to take more from me, lifting her hips.

  “I need to come,” she murmured.

  I shook my head. “Not yet.” Using the strength of my forearms I held her knees down, spreading her even wider. “I want to look at you.”

  She was bare, pink, swollen, and very, very wet. I stroked along her folds, breathing in her feminine scent. I wanted everything about this night to be burned in my memory forever. I tasted her clit, and I used my finger to ease inside her in search of the angle I’d found earlier, the moment that had caused her to shatter with almost no warning.

  “I can’t…” she said. “I need to move. It’s too much. It’s too intense, I can’t.”

  Then she was exactly where I wanted her to be. Using both tongue and finger to drive her insane for another second, I pulled back entirely. She let out a cry of agony.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  I looked up at her, wiping my bottom lip. “You told me it was too much. You said you needed to move.”

  Savannah’s cheeks were bright red from arousal, her eyes glassy. Her mouth dropped. “No, no, that’s not what I want.” She lifted her hips, bumping my arm with her thigh. “I just meant I wanted to move. Please. Please, don’t stop.”

  Nothing had ever sounded hotter than that.

  I buried my mouth into her pussy and took her with my tongue until she burst into an orgasm. She gave a momentary cry, before she slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle it. Her body jerked, and moisture met my touch. Her legs were shaking.

  Everything about it was amazing.

  When she finally stopped shuddering, I shifted her legs as far apart as I could on the couch.

  She looked down at me. “You knew exactly what I meant, didn’t you? You’re a very bad man.”

  “That I am,” I said, and I pushed inside her wet heat. “Fuck, Savannah…” I closed my eyes briefly, wanting to savor the moment. My cock was throbbing inside her and she had given a deep, low moan.

  “Yes, Mad. Fuck me.”

  I wanted to do nothing more than that. “My pleasure.” I moved inside her, thrusting hard, finding a fast, pounding rhythm.

  Savannah had wrapped her ankles around my legs and dug her nails into my back. The harder she pressed into my flesh, the more it turned me on. She was enjoying me inside her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, a little gasp of pleasure slipping out with each hard thrust.

  She was tight and very wet. She was pure perfection, and when she swore under her breath and arched her back, I watched her orgasm with awe. Her cheeks and neck had flushed pink from arousal and her eyes were glassy. That gorgeous red hair was spread across the couch cushion and I brushed it off of her forehead, wanting to feel the silken strands.

  I was torn between the agony of wanting to explode inside her and the raw determination to enjoy it as long as I could. I’d been waiting damn near ten years for this and I didn’t want it to end. Ever.

  Slowing my movements, I fell into taking her in a more tender, deeper penetration. I kissed her, briefly, wanting a total connection.

  When I pulled back, I realized she was on the edge again. Reaching between us, I teased at her clit with my finger and she exploded quickly, giving out a sharp cry. She didn’t even seem to realize she’d made a sound, and that made it even hotter.

  Seeing how fully she was into the moment, how good she clearly felt, I couldn’t stop my own explosion. I came with gritted teeth and her name on my lips in a low growl.

  When I finally stopped moving, she was looking up at me in shock. She gave a little laugh. “What just happened?”

  “Sexual perfection, that’s what.” I eased out of her and fell on my side next to her, sliding my hand over her hip.

  She sighed in contentment. “I really needed that.”

  Me, too. “I’m always here to give you what you need.”

  I meant that.

  She gave me an odd look though. “You’re going to fall off the couch. I should get up.”

  “I’m fine.” I was hanging halfway off, but I didn’t care. Savannah was mostly naked and next to me. I had zero complaints.

  “I should go to bed anyway.” She struggled to sit up, pushing my hand off of her hip.

  She was retreating. Her gaze was darting all around and she was grabbing at her clothes. The minute I
’d stopped touching her, she’d seemed to panic.

  It didn’t thrill me, but I would let her go. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable and I didn’t want her to have any regrets. I would prefer an invitation to her bed so that I could fall asleep with my body touching hers, but I knew she wasn’t going to suggest that.

  Sullivan might only be six months old, but he had a routine, and me in his mom’s bed was not part of it. I sat up so she could stand, though I did indulge myself by sliding my hand across her bare ass. She jumped a little, clearly startled.

  As she bent at the knees to scoop up her pants, she finally looked at me. “This isn’t going to be weird, is it?”

  “Not at all. I promise.” I gave her a smile, resting my arms on my knees, ignoring the condom for now. “It’s going to be nothing but satisfying.”

  She nodded, but she didn’t say anything. “Okay. Well, thanks for, you know, everything.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You’re thanking me? Is that for giving you an orgasm? Because trust me, the pleasure was all mine.” I stood up as she made a sound of exasperation and clutched her clothes to her chest.

  “See? I’m making it weird. I don’t know what else to say!”

  I gave her a kiss. “How about good night. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams.”

  “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams,” she parroted. Then she bit her bottom lip and eyed me with naked lust. “And it was three orgasms,” she said. “I’m thanking you for three.”

  With that, she turned and went straight into her bedroom and closed the door.

  Damn. I was definitely one lucky motherfucker.

  Chapter Eight

  Waking up alone after a night of amazing sex wasn’t strange in and of itself. I’d had plenty of boyfriends and dates who rolled out at three in the morning on occasion for various reasons. What was weird about waking up alone was the man I’d shattered beneath was sleeping on my couch.

  Friends with benefits. That’s what we were. No big deal.