by Logan Chance
She lets out a moan, a precious sound, one that makes my cock go from semi to solid in a mere second.
This woman’s doing something to me, heating me up all over, and making me know without a shadow of a doubt that I want to be in her orbit. I already constantly gravitate toward her whenever she’s around, and right now is nothing different.
It’s lust combined with desire and a dash of frenzy mixed in, all rolled into this euphoric feeling coursing through my veins. I bite her skin once more, hoping she rewards me once again with the sweet sound of her moans.
She does.
My heart rages, it’s beating to try to catch up with this feeling invading my system. I’m more alert now, more aware of her body than I’ve ever been before.
She turns, her eyes traveling over me. She takes me all in. Now it’s her turn to study, to learn, to figure out what I like and how I want it.
She palms my dick, making me do my very own type of moan. Like I said, I love a woman who takes what she wants, and this girl surprises me at every turn.
She fists it, up and down, pumping it before bringing it closer to her center.
And now it’s my turn to be in charge. I spin her, bending her over just a bit, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands.
She spreads her hands against the tile, and I place one hand alongside hers. I run my other through her wetness, feeling her pussy soaked and ready for me.
I kiss her neck, nibbling, sucking, and loving the taste of her skin. “I want to hear you scream.”
She glances back at me as I roll a condom down my cock. “Because that’s what gets me going. That’s what makes me harder than iron. It’s what makes me come until I see stars. Knowing I’m fucking you like you need to be fucked. Like you’ve always wanted to be fucked.” By the time I finish my little speech, Kiki’s mouth hangs open.
“Oh damn,” she breathes out.
I place a finger under her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “I’m serious, Kiki. I’m not going to stop until my name is echoing off the tiles.”
She nods, and I kiss her lips. Long. Smooth. A type of kiss that shows I mean what I say.
“There’s nothing hotter than having you soaked and ready for me.”
She brings my hand down to touch her pussy, and I slide my fingers through her wetness, before easing my dick inside.
She moans.
I push in deeper, her tightness taking me in inch by inch. Her body comes alive under my touch, her voice going a little husky, “You’re such a turn on,” she tells me.
“How so?”
“Just how confident you are with my body. How you know that you’ll make me scream your name.”
I thrust inside her further, faster. “Won’t you?” I already know the answer by the way she pushes herself against me. Like she’s craving it, and she is.
Hungry.
Desperate.
Needy.
And her body begins to unravel. “Yes, oh god, yes.”
“Wrong name, sweetheart.” I push harder, slamming my cock inside her from behind, squeezing her ass with my palm.
I yearn for this girl. In my hands. My chest. My dick that’s hammering deep inside her. I want her so damn much, so damn bad. I don’t want this night to ever end.
The water sprays over us, binding us together in our own little paradise. Hidden from the world.
It’s dark. It’s discreet. And it’s oh so naughty. I can’t stop thinking how this girl turns me on so much.
It’s in her kiss.
In the way she moans my name.
In the way she pushes her ass against my front, letting me slip in even deeper. God, she has no clue how hot she is. And that’s what makes her all the better.
We both groan out together because this all feels so fucking good. It’s electric. It’s cosmic the way she knows exactly how to turn me on.
“Ellis, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it.” I thrust harder. “You turn me on so much.”
And she moans out another “Ellis,” before her cries turn to pure sounds, so carnal, so wild, so feral. Like she can’t get enough of everything I’m giving to her.
She’s screaming now, at the top of her lungs even as she yells out my name.
I just go harder, if you can even imagine, and she doesn’t let up.
“Do it just like that till you come,” I tell her, slapping the soft, wet skin of her ass cheek. “Keep saying my name.”
“Ellis, oh god. Yes.”
I dig my fingers into her heated flesh, so slick, so wet from the spray of the water.
Her cries of ecstasy overrun the sound of the water, and the steam captures us together, not letting us go anytime soon.
Which is ok with me. Hell, I welcome it.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
“You do the same to me,” she says. Like she too can’t believe what the fuck is happening between us.
I’m fascinated by her.
Like when I kiss her shoulder, she shudders. And when I run my fingers down her spine, she arches back. And when I bring my hands to fondle her breasts, she leans her head back on my shoulder, moaning out long and hard, that she’s never been fucked so good.
Yeah, she said that to me.
And yeah, it makes it almost impossible not to come right now.
“I want you to come all over me. Just like this.”
My world spirals into a blur of pleasure and desire. Into a whirlwind of frenzied movements and hot flesh on flesh. Sounds echo off the tile in the bathroom, a concert of moans, groans, and growls coming from us.
At last, her body does one last shiver before she cries out a crescendo of unintelligible words, over and over, as her orgasm courses through her body.
She visibly relaxes, but I won’t let this be over anytime soon. I want to see that again. “I loved watching you come, and I need you to do it all again.”
I pull out of her, spinning her to face me. And then I hook her leg with my arm and slam back inside her, gripping a whole handful of ass.
It’s chaotic. It’s pure bliss. And it’s like the temperature has been turned way up as I continue making this woman feel so good.
And she does. She feels so so good.
Her hands fly through my wet hair, and then she cups my cheeks, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A warmth spreads through my chest, and I want her to expand on her words.
Stop fucking her. Not even close.
Stop being near her every day. No fucking way.
She kisses me, hard on the lips, and it turns to slow and sensual in a few seconds flat. And with her kiss, our pace stalls, and our movements become unhurried, unsteady, but my heart beat hammers on.
This slow fuck does more to my system than screwing her hard and fast did five minutes ago. I’m so close to losing my cool. So close to fucking coming before I’ve yet to see her do it again.
“You need to come, Kiki. I don’t know how much longer I can hang on.”
She stares into my eyes, like she understands my plea, and leans her head back, eyes closed as the water sprays over her.
I lean in, kissing a trail up her neck, biting her flesh, sinking my teeth into her. “Come for me.”
Her moans start up again, louder and louder, like thunder crashing all around us.
And my fucking god does she scream my name at the top of her lungs. My girl’s loud, and I love every sound she makes.
My body can barely hold on, but I don’t let go of her, running my hand up her torso to wrap my fingers around her long, wet hair. I fist through it, pulling her toward me to press my lips against hers.
This girl...fuck.
I’m planted deep inside her and already I’m thinking about when’s the next chance I get to fuck her. When I will get to have this beautiful woman all to myself again.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she feels, or the way she makes me feel as I keep screwing her against the
bathroom tile.
“I’m going to come...again,” she calls out for only me to hear, and I wrap my fist tighter in her hair, pulling her forward so I can get a good angle to plunge even harder into her.
God, she makes me come alive. Like some sort of voodoo, I’ve never felt before.
My heart pounds as she comes all over me.
“Keep coming. Come all over my dick.”
The tightness of her as she orgasms spins me into mayhem and my body explodes into hysteria.
After we’ve calmed, and our heartbeats have returned to normal, I shampoo her hair. She has great hair, and I run my fingers through each strand.
I’ve got it bad for this girl.
Like really fucking bad.
“Try this one next.” I slide over the watermelon sour beer I’ve been working on.
She takes the pilsner into her hand, sipping just a bit to let the taste wet her tongue. And this simple action has my dick ready to leave the brewery and recreate the shower we just took not too long ago. “Mmm,” she says.
“For that beer, I’d use this bottle.” I slide over the graphic I’ve hand drawn of a rose-colored beer bottle with a pink label.
“Wow.” She stares at me like I’m an anomaly she can’t quite figure out. “You drew this?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “It’s always been a passion of mine.”
She takes another sip, and I’ve never in my life wanted to be the rim of a glass. “I love it, it’s all so classy. Not over the top.”
I wet my lips. “Yeah, that’s what I was going for. But, I have others too.” I slide the next coffee and cream flavored porter. “Try this.”
She takes a sip. “Oh, I love that one.”
“And I’d use this bottle.” I show her the graphic of a white bottle with orange and red swirly designs.
She takes a longer beat to study it. “You’re so talented.” The scent of her coconut shampoo floods my nose, and I’m transported back to the shower with her body against mine.
“Thank you,” I whisper out in a rush, trying my best not to kiss her right now.
“So, what happens now? You’ll start selling this beer in the pub?”
I stare at the pictures for a second before answering. “I wish it were that simple. I need something bigger. Maybe a launch party to showcase the products. I have a few restaurants to hit to see if they’ll carry our beer, as well as seeing if the others who do carry, would be willing to pick up the female beer products.”
And now I need to make sure these ideas stick. With me leading the brigade, I’m sure I can convince restaurants they’ll want these products.
Every restaurant wants the next big thing. The ‘it’ beer that’ll make the patrons rush to the bar to drink it. It’s simple really, we need to make sure the girl beer is marketed just right. As the next ‘it’ item.
“Ahh, lots of steps.”
I can’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkle when she stares at my pictures once more. “Yeah, nothing in life is ever easy.”
“Especially things that are worth it.” Her words hang in the air.
We’re alone in the brewery, thanks to the key Urban gave me, so I lean in, kissing her with abandon before letting her try any more beer.
Before I lose my head and fuck her on the bar, I break the kiss. “Want to try the dog beer now?”
She scrunches her cute little button nose. “I don’t know. Is it safe?”
I’m trying real hard not to sweep everything off this countertop, bend her over it, and spank her for thinking I’d give her anything not safe. “Just because it’s for dogs, don’t think it isn’t one-hundred percent healthy for humans too.” I slide over the bottle, twisting off the cap for her. “Try this one, it’s called Pup Pow.”
She tries it and her brows raise. “Wow, that’s not too bad. And it’s good for them?”
“Yeah. A lot of dogs need joint vitamins, and when they’re puppies it’s always good to get them on a vitamin regimen.” I hand her another bottle with a picture of a dog licking a bowl of beer on it. “This one I did a rough sketch on the bottle label.”
She studies the bottle of Doggone Good, and does that thing again, where she stares at me like I’ve impressed her. “Have I mentioned I love this idea.”
I crack a sly grin. “Maybe you should show me how much you love it.”
“Maybe one day I will.” She stands and walks her tight ass away to check out the machinery.
I watch her like a hawk.
“So, you made all the new beer here?”
I lean against the stainless-steel counter, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I did.”
“And now you’ll go to Atlanta to make samples to show them off?”
“Yeah, at my manufacturing facility.”
“I don’t know why I find that so sexy, but I do.”
I grin. “Yeah? What else do you find sexy?”
She sucks in a breath of air. I’m kind of anticipating her answer, ready to make sure I do everything on her list. Pending she has a list, that is.
She hmm’s and hah’s for a moment before saying, in the most seductive voice imaginable, “I find it sexy when you kiss me.” She takes a step in my direction. “And I find it sexy when you touch me.” Another step closer. “And when you say my name.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Let’s get out of here.”
She nods. “Absolutely.”
Before we can even make it to the back door, Daddy Dearest comes strutting in like he owns the place. And I know he does. He fucking does. Don’t remind me.
He stops, surprised to see us. I’m not going to be the first to talk here. In fact, I try to maneuver Kiki around him to no avail.
“Leaving so soon?” my father asks.
“We just have somewhere to be.” Like my bed with our clothes off.
“What have you got going on here?”
In my own haste to get Kiki naked, I forgot to put away the artwork for the beer we’ve been testing. “Nothing.”
My father picks up a design and studies the picture. “What is this? Is this a beer for dogs?”
Kiki glances at me. Sure, I’m here to help my father not lose his life’s work, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna share all my ideas with him before I even know if they’re gonna work.
Hell, I have barely told Urban my plan, all he knows is I’m working on something new.
My father scoffs. “You think the way to bring this company back to life is by giving beer to dogs?” The look on his face shows exactly how unimpressed he is.
“It’s actually a bit more than that,” Kiki says. “It’s pretty genius.” I know she’s trying to ease some of the tension floating in the air, but it’s a waste of her time.
“What’s this?” He picks up the graphic with pink bottles. “Is this what I think it is?” He raises a brow.
“It’s a beer geared toward females.”
Obviously, he’s not a fan of these ideas, and I won’t let him belittle me, especially in front of Kiki.
“You don’t want my help?” I let go of Kiki’s hand, leaning against the stainless-steel counter. “I’ll go back home to Atlanta and call it a day.”
My father stares at the graphics a second time before asking, “Do you really think people would be into this sort of thing?” This time his tone is more thoughtful of the product. Like he might actually be thinking about it.
“I do.” I take the pictures from his hands. “And you should too. I’m here to help, nothing more.”
I grab Kiki’s hand and this time I do make it to the door before my father calls out my name.
I stop, glancing over my shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says. “Truly, I am.” All the cockiness leaves his face, revealing just an old man with a lot of regret filling his eyes.
I nod and walk out the door with Kiki.
Not even looking back.
SEVENTEEN
Kiki
Never forget to answer your phone...
“Where were you last night?” Poppi asks as I stroll into the Dog Spaw early the next morning.
“Ellis took me to his brewery to try a few things.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal.
Because if I make this into a big deal, it’ll escalate into boyfriend territory and then Ellis will think I’m trying to hook him into a marriage. I mean, he has to already be thinking about it, right? I plan weddings. I was engaged.
Two plus two and all that.
I mean, he has to think all I want in life is to wear a white gown and walk down an aisle. But, that’s not what this is at all.
I don’t feel like I need to get married right now. Sure, I’ve thought about it. I feel like it’s on Ellis’ mind too. And I wish there was a way I could get it off his mind. Because I don’t want to ruin this thing before it’s begun.
Ugh, to be honest, I’m kind of glad he left for a few days to head back to Atlanta. It’s a nice break to think. But, that task proves impossible because of the next person who walks through the front door of the Dog Spaw.
“Hi, Kiki. How are you?” Yasmin saunters in and gives me air kisses on each cheek. “It’s been too long.”
I think it hasn’t, but I play nice anyway. “What brings you by today, Mrs. Atwood?”
“Well, I wanted to get more information about your services. I have two Pomeranians. Doodles and Sparkles. And I want them to get married.”
She stuffs her hand into her oversized Prada bag, and pulls out a bedazzled phone. She swipes and taps and then the next thing I know I’m staring at two little golden furballs. “This is them.”
When Yasmin said at dinner she’d want to talk to me about her pups, I never imagined she’d actually follow through. And I’m thrilled I get to plan another wedding.
I sit Yasmin down at a small table near the front window. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask her.
“Sparkling water, three limes and one lemon. No ice.”
I nod and leave her to grab my binder with a few samples and pictures of things I can offer with the dog weddings. Once I’ve retrieved the big three-ring binder, I make my way back with the sparkling water and take a seat. “Sorry, fresh out of fruit.” And that’s the truth, we don’t keep fresh lemons and limes on hand. Why would we?
