by Mj Fields
“You still with me?”
I look back at him and nod. “The band is good.” I’m making small talk.
Why? Because the appendage poking me in the belly, the one I want badly yet try to convince myself otherwise, is anything but small. And not just the appendage, but the man. They are both every woman’s fantasy. And having just come from years of tricking myself into believing I was living said fantasy, I know myself all too well and must be cautious about how this plays out.
“What are you thinking about?” His grip on my hips tightens.
I chew on my lip, contemplating how to answer. If I’m honest, I’ll tell him that I am a big dating fraud. Or worse, I could end up telling him that I’m an orally fixated woman who has already licked his abs, bit his arms, his shoulders, and now I am thinking of how much I would like to get my mouth on his dick.
Both scenarios would make me all sorts of wrong, but “right” just seems the opposite direction I’d like to go at the present moment. Still—
“Autumn, I want to know what’s making your pupils dilate, your nipples harden, your face flush, and your eyes twinkle.”
It’s hard to look at him and not get swept up. His eyes are hypnotic, and so is everything about him. “You.”
He narrows his eyes. “I know you have rules—I’ve already told you how I feel about them—but I promise that nothing between us tonight will go any further than you want.”
“Which is where the problem lays,” I admit.
His blue eyes shine, the heat in them undeniable. They are dancing like blue, sensuous flames. “You don’t trust yourself with me?”
He’s not wrong, so I shake my head slowly back and forth.
“I bought you a drink, we’re dancing under a thousand stars, listening to”—he pauses and smiles—“a decent band currently slaughtering Adele.”
I grin. “Always a wrong move to try to cover her music, if you ask me.”
He smirks and bites his lower lip, which is distracting as hell, as he looks me over before stating, “She’s the queen.”
“She is.”
His response is fast, his voice deep. “Let me make you feel like one.”
Dear God, I think as I moan inwardly.
I nod and whisper, “Okay.”
His eyes widen, and he steps back. “You sure about this?”
“No expectations,” I state.
He counters, “No regrets.” Then he leans in, and I close my eyes, expecting a kiss. What I get is a firm kiss to my forehead as he exhales slowly and whispers. However, the loud music, paired with my heart beating so hard that I’m sure he can hear it—I can sure as hell feel its pulse...everywhere—I’m sure I must have heard him wrong, because what I thought I heard him say is, “I’m so glad I came back.”
He removes his hands from my hips and cups the sides of my face gently, angling it up as he traces my jawline with his thumb then across my lower lip. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Any other time a man has said that to me, I knew it was pretty words tossed at me to get laid. But the fact is, I know how damn good I look right now—it was a lot of work. And as it turns out, I am ecstatic to have put in the effort. Although, with him, it’s not just the words; it’s the way he looks at me with resounding need. That’s something I have never experienced.
“We.” I smile. “We are so fucking gorgeo—”
He crashes his lips against mine, and I open to him, allowing him to quell his hunger that’s as ravenous as a lion’s.
As he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, I open wider to him, wanting him deeper inside of me. As his tongue caresses mine, I can’t help wrapping my lips around it and sucking on it. As he groans and fists my hair with one hand, the other still holds my cheek gently.
I allow my hands to leave his shoulder, run up his neck, and over his dark blond, almost brown, thick hair until my fingers reach the wavy locks at the top of his head and tangle in them.
Pulling back, he chuckles deeply then sucks in his lower lip while his beautiful blue eyes search mine. I hope they give the answer, the acceptance he seems to be seeking.
He nods once, just once...before sliding his hand down my face, my neck, my shoulder, down my arm, until he reaches my hand. When he links our fingers together, he releases my hair.
“Do you need to say goodbye to your friend, Ang? If yes, I’d appreciate you doing me a solid and walking directly in front of me.”
“I’ll wave. We’re staying together; I’ll see her later,” I lie. We actually have separate arrangements, but one can never be too careful.
He nods. “Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
I turn my back to him and am the one to take his hands this time, crossing them over my waist as we make our way to the door.
“I forgot my purse and my sweater at the bar. Give me a minute and—”
“I got it.” He kisses the back of my head then walks back inside through the open doors and toward the bar. Apparently, he’s no longer worried about his bulge.
I look toward Angela and hold up my phone, letting her know I will be sharing my location with her, and then I point to Eric.
She smiles and gives me an approving look. And then I take the few steps it takes to get to...Prince Eric.
As we walk out the door, him behind me, hands around my waist, I look back at him. “You want me to take my purse?”
“The good thing about wearing black ninety-nine percent of the time”—he winks—“is everything matches. This red bag looks good on me.”
I can’t help laughing, and he kisses the back of my head as he chuckles.
Letting go of one of my hands, he steps to my side as he reaches in his pocket, grabs his keys from it, and slows down as he hits a button on the key fob while leading me around the passenger side of his vehicle.
“Are we going somewhere?”
“I thought we were going to grab a bottle of Dom and—”
“It’s beautiful here.” I look up at the stars because, while looking at him, his eyes, his sexy smile, and the way he looks at me, and the way I feel more admired from that look than I have from those I’ve been on third dates with, I’m not sure I wouldn’t allow him to lead me wherever he wanted to take me.
He chuckles and loosens his hold on me. “I promised a lady a decent glass of champagne.”
“I think I’ve had enough.” I turn and look at him now.
His eyes are reading me again. When they narrow, I brace myself for something, but I don’t get what I was expecting.
“I can tell you’re apprehensive about getting into my vehicle, but a promise is a promise.” He hits another button, and the back gate opens. Then he kisses the back of my head, drops my hand, and walks around the back of his Range Rover.
And I follow...Of course, I follow.
“You mentioned the stars,” he says, reaching into the vehicle. “You a fan of stargazing?”
“I think they’re beautiful, but I’m really not all that knowledgeable. You?”
He steps back as he drapes a blanket over his arm, and then he reaches in to grab something else. “When I was a kid, my mother used to make up stories about the stars. She loved the cosmos. After she died, I took an interest in learning a little more about them.”
My hand goes to my heart. “I’m so sorry, Eric.”
He steps back, two bottles of water in his hand, and lifts a shoulder. “I was five. It’s been a long time.”
I nod, unsure of what to say. I can’t imagine what it must be like to lose a parent.
“Really, the only thing I remember is her reading to me and looking at the stars.” He smiles as he hands me the water. “I’m not trying to gain your sympathy to get my face between your legs, not my style.”
Dear Lord, this man...
“I didn’t take it as such.”
He winks. “I know, but I don’t want to point it in that direction. Back to the stars.” He hits the key fob, and the trunk closes. “Autumn is the bes
t time”—he stops and looks me up and down before continuing—“to see many of the zodiac constellations. Aquarius, Aries, Pisces...” He throws the big blue blanket around his back like a cape as he steps behind me and wraps his arms and the blanket around me, too. “Better?”
I nod. “Yes, thank you.”
“Definitely my pleasure,” he says, holding me tighter. “I bet you’re an earth sign.”
I laugh as we walk toward the beach. “You think?” “I do.” He chuckles, his lips against my hair.
“What makes you think so?”
He stops us and squats down behind me. With his hand on my ankle, he lifts my foot and takes off one of my sandals. “You dealt with Toad’s shit. A fire sign would have bitten his head off. An air sign would have been too damn gentle.” He takes my other sandal off and sets them both beside me. Then I watch him take his loafers off and place one on each side of my shoes. It strikes me as odd. “Earth signs are honest, grounded, real. I’m pretty damn sure I’m right.”
He is.
He wraps his big hands around my ankles and so very slowly moves them up my legs, pushing my dress up with them sensually, seductively. His grip is gentle, but the hot bursts of his breath against the skin he’s exposing, inch by inch, tells me he’s demonstrating control, while I’m losing mine.
When he reaches my hips, he turns me around and looks up at me. “Are you an earth sign?”
I nod, unable to speak because my throat is so thick with desire that I’m afraid of how needy I will sound.
“I’m a water sign. And Autumn, I’m so fucking thirsty.” He rubs his nose across my pretty red panties and inhales.
“Let me make you come.”
Chapter Three
Autumn
“You smell so fucking good,” he groans as he nuzzles my panties.
I’m so glad I wore the red ones.
“Eric...” falls out in a whisper of fevered anticipation as he pulls at the silky fabric with his teeth while looking up at me, as if he’s seeking permission...once again.
Releasing them, he runs his hands up the back of my thighs, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his warm touch. Then his touch stalls and intensifies on my ass. “Is this off limits? Does it break your rules?”
I release a held-in and heavy, wanton breath while answering, “Typically.”
“But we aren’t typical,” he fills in the figurative blank with his acknowledgment of what he and I are in such a short amount of time.
I shake my head in answer as I push his thick hair back from his blue eyes, hoping the moonlight allows me to see the heat in them...and not impartial duty.
Heat, unquestionable heat, and hunger.
“Good because I like you, too.” Squeezing my ass, he pulls me closer, buries his face in the silk fabric, and then rubs his nose up and down my panties, causing such surreal sensations.
I grip his silky locks. God, his hair is so soft.
When he looks up, I wonder if I got carried away, which seems to be the theme for the night.
“You need this as much as I do, sweetheart.” Pushing my panties aside, he licks my bare, heated flesh.
My knees buckle, and a moan escapes me as he licks me, parts me, and pushes his tongue in deep.
“Yes!” I cry softly.
He growls, and the vibration from his chest flows to his lips and against me as he inhales deeply, tasting me again and again until...
“I think...I think...” I try to form words to stop him, yet I don’t want him to as warmth fills my belly and the pulsing between my legs intensifies.
He pushes a finger—no, two—inside of me.
“Oh God!”
He works me with his fingers, hitting that spot, that spot, that...
“Yes! Oh God, yes.”
He sweeps his tongue over my clit then sucks on it, pulling out an orgasm that comes from the place it has been hiding for months—no, years—no, a lifetime—from me.
“Oh God!” I cry, my head falling back, tightening my grip on his hair as I come on a man’s tongue for the first time.
His licks lighten, and his fingers slow as he allows me to fall apart on his mouth, his tongue...
Oh God, I am grinding on his face...but I don’t care and, apparently, neither does he, because he’s right there with me, allowing me...hell, encouraging me to ride it out, savor it as he savors my taste and scent...So, I come, watching millions of beautiful, twinkling stars.
I close my eyes as he continues licking me slowly, almost in sync with my now decelerating heartbeat.
It’s awkward. So awkward, because I have no idea where to go from here.
It’s almost like he knows what is going through my head because he stops.
Shit, I think as I open one eye and cautiously glance down at him.
He’s wearing a smirk.
In a post-orgasmic state, I’m slow at finding words.
What does one say to a stranger who doesn’t seem to be one...who just gave me the best oral sex of my life?
Thank you?
Inadequate.
Fortunately, he’s not waiting for a response.
He stands slowly, lifting his hands from my ass and resting them on my hips as he continues looking at me with sexy contentment...amusement...Whatever it is, it’s...naughty.
“I’ve never had my face fucked like that before.”
I feel my face heat as I try to figure out how to respond.
“Well, I...um—”
“I can’t wait for it to be done...vertically.” “Oh?” My eyes widen.
“I want you to ride my face like a bicycle.” He winks.
“But without a helmet.” I feel a smile creeping up.
“Because we’re breaking all the rules, Autumn.”
He kisses me again. Lips covering mine, pulling at them, sucking, nipping; hands again on my ass, pulling me closer as he grinds against my belly.
My hands find his hair again. I love his hair. It’s messy and soft. Such a huge, and I mean huge, contradiction to what’s grinding against me.
“Fuck,” he growls as he pulls away quickly and turns his back to me.
“Did I bite you? I sometimes bite and—”
“No.” He turns back around, adjusting himself. “But fuck, that’s hot.”
He’s looking at my mouth, and I realize my tongue is...gasming again. I snap my mouth shut.
He runs his hand through his hair. “Never in my life have I been so turned on by anyone like I am you.”
“But you stopped.” I motion between us. “You stopped...this.”
“I’m fighting the urge to devour you and doing something you’ll never fucking forget.”
“I’ll never forget being consumed on the beach, in the moonlight, underneath the sta—”
He reaches out, grabs my hand, and twirls me around, pulling my back to his chest, one hand gripping my hip.
“You need more.”
I’m not sure I can handle more. My legs are shaking, and the pulse between my legs isn’t as powerful as it was, but it’s still present and growing more intense the closer we get.
He walks us closer to the edge of the water, grabbing the blanket that we dropped as we pass it. He kisses the back of my head before letting go of me and fanning the blanket out on the sand. Then Eric turns and takes my hand. “Join me.”
“We’re going to do it right here on the beach?”
He smiles, dazzling me again. “I’m going to share the stars with you.” He takes my hand and leads me to the middle of the blanket. Releasing my hand, he then sits down, spreading his legs and patting the spot between them. “Come.”
Come...
When I sit down, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.
“What do you know about the stars?”
Not much, I think. However, I don’t say that. I believe he’s trying to impress me.
He already has.
“I know they’re beautiful.”
He chuckles softly as he
kisses the side of my head. “For ten hours, I dreaded finding myself back here, but it only took moments to find beauty in this place, maybe for the first time in my life.”
I glance over my shoulder, expecting a playful smile.
That’s not what I get. He’s very serious.
“You made it so.”
I find myself grinning, basking in the light that comes from his eyes, his raw sensuality. “I’d rather look at you than the stars.”
He smiles a genuine, almost innocent smile.
“Damn,” he whispers as he shakes his head slowly.
“Where did you come from? Surely not here.”
“I don’t look like the Hamptons type?”
“Too real.”
“I’ll thank you for the compliment.”
“It was meant to be one.”
Licking my lips, I lift my chin, seeking a kiss.
“You like kissing.” “I like your lips.”
He pecks me then pulls away quickly. “I like yours.
Both sets.”
“Well, both sets like you, too.”
He chuckles as he moves to stand up. “I left the water.”
I squeeze his knee. “There’s an entire ocean in front of us.”
“You ever drink from the ocean?” He stands fully, his bulge impressively prominent. “It’s full of fish shit.”
I watch him walk away, loving seeing his back side and his body moving, the grace undeniable, his movements fluid, and for a man that size, it’s almost as beautiful as the place where the ocean meets the stars. However, I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.
A goodbye, a loss, an emptiness.
Get it together; I scold myself. This is a hook-up.
A hook-up.
A hook-up with a really sexy, orally skilled, hot man, with a hard body and out-of-this-world, god-like looks.
He deserves a term better than hook-up. I need to think of a sub-genre...Hot hook-up?
Lame.
He’s coming back. Act natural, I tell myself.
Prying my eyes away from him, I turn toward the water and wait.
He sits behind me, warming my chilled skin, and then I hear the crack of the water bottle’s cap. He reaches around me and hands it to me. “Thank you.”
