My Favorite Mistake: A Tahoe Nights Story

by Karen Erickson

  She stroked him, just a gentle glide of her fingers down the firm length of him, and his cock jerked beneath her touch. She watched, fascinated with his body’s reaction to her, the way his hips lifted subtly, asking for more. The tortured throaty groan as he leaned his head back against the edge of the chair.

  Had she ever felt this sexy, this wanted, this needed?

  Never.

  She slipped off his lap, his hands grappling after her, as if he didn’t want her to leave. A satisfied smile curled her lips, and she went down on her knees before him, saw the dawning light in his beautiful eyes. He wasn’t about to protest, not with the gift she was about to offer him.

  Wordlessly, she reached for his unbuttoned shorts and he lifted his hips, allowed her to take them off along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free as if relieved, long and thick as it rose from his body. She shucked his clothing, her gaze never straying from his erection and she admired it. She had to admit she’d never thought highly of the looks of a man’s penis. Oh, they had their uses and were quite enjoyable but really to want to sit and study it? Appreciate its masculine beauty and actually anticipate having it in her mouth?

  Nope, she couldn’t ever admit to thinking like that. Not until now.

  She reached for him, her fingers curled loosely about the base and his cock pulsed beneath her touch. Hot, velvety hardness lined with prominent veins, she traced them with her index finger, fascinated. He was built for her pleasure as well as his own. She circled the flared head of his cock, traced the underside, which earned a jerk of his hips. A pearl of creamy liquid formed at the very tip, and she leaned in. Her tongue snuck out and tasted, his salty essence dissolving slowly and she savored it.

  Such an intimate act, taking this man’s cock into her mouth. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she pursed her lips, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on the very tip. She heard his chuckle, just the reaction she was looking for and she relaxed her lips. Allowed them to slide over the bulbous head, tasting more of his pre-come.

  “God, yeah.” The two words were ripped from deep inside his throat, urging her on. She opened her mouth fully and drew him in, her lips offering the slightest pressure as she slowly slid down upon him. Until he was halfway in her mouth, the very fleshy life of him throbbing between her lips.

  Julie had never liked taking a man so deep inside her mouth, but she did it for Tyler. Because she wanted to. Because she needed to. She needed to give him as much pleasure as she could. She wanted to make him happy. She wanted him to pass out in blissful ignorance when she was done with him. She wanted him to come down her throat shouting her name as she drank the very essence of him.

  Yes, she wanted that. She wanted all of that. The image urged her on, and she took him deeper, until she swore she felt the head of his cock bump the back of her throat. Immediately she drew him out, not wanting to gag and embarrass herself.

  She didn’t want to look like a total pro, but she didn’t want to look like an inexperienced imbecile either.

  Giving her throat a break, she licked him. Up and down, slow and then fast, around and around as if he were a delicious ice cream treat and it was the height of a sizzling hot summer day. His musky rich scent filled her nostrils as she breathed deep, his equally musky taste filled her mouth and she drew him back between her lips, sucking just the head of him hard, harder, until he started to thrust.

  As if he was fucking her mouth.

  Damn that was sexy, she thought as she watched the lift of his hips, felt the shift of his cock as it filled her mouth and then withdrew. She kept up with his rhythm, allowed her gaze to drift upward so she could watch him.

  And what a sight. He watched as well, his glittering gaze locked on her mouth, at his thick cock sliding in and out of it. Their gazes met, locked on each other, and he didn’t look away. Neither did she. Slowly she withdrew him from her mouth, drew her tongue around his head once more, putting on an elaborate show just for his viewing enjoyment.

  “Jesus, Julie.” He touched her, his fingers slid along the side of her head, into her hair and her eyes briefly closed from the tactile pleasure. “I’m going to come.”

  “I want you to.” She sucked him, her cheeks hollowing from the suction just before she released him from her mouth. Slipping her fingers around the base of him once more, she began to stroke, staring up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

  The strangled groan he gave indicated he was barely holding onto his control and she drew him into her mouth once more, sucking him deep, sucking him hard. She bobbed up and down, her hand moving in tandem and he tensed beneath her, indicating he was close. So close.

  One afternoon and evening with him intimately and already she recognized the signs that he was about to come. She held onto that, cherished the thought, cherished the man and she moaned with her own delight when she felt the first blast of semen hit the back of her throat.

  He came with great, shuddering movements, his cock pulsing within her mouth, his come splashing upon her tongue. She drank him all, an act she’d never done before with any other man and when she finally swallowed the last drop and drew him from her mouth, she stared up at him in wonder.

  His breathing was harsh, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body slumped into the chair. “God, Julie. What you do to me. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.”

  She felt exactly the same.

  Chapter Five

  This woman deserved more than a quick fuck on the deck outside after what she did for him. Granted, it had been an outrageous, fucking awesome blowjob on the deck outside in front of God and everybody, but he wanted to do more for her.

  Tyler wanted to give Julie everything, anything she wanted.

  Once he’d recovered from the intense orgasm brought on by her wondrous mouth, he led her back into the cabin, their clothes forgotten on the lounge chair. He was completely naked. She was topless, clad in only a pair of black cotton capri pants. Her breasts swayed deliciously as she walked, and he remembered the way they tasted. The way she smelled. How she’d arched into his mouth and whimpered her pleasure, her fingers tight in his hair, hurting him.

  He’d taken the pain. He’d take whatever she’d give him just to have her like this. Naked and free with herself, so giving, so very, very generous.

  Now it was his turn to be generous. To give her some of the same delicious treatment she’d given him.

  He wanted her writhing beneath him on the bed. Naked and sprawled for his to take, he wanted to taste her again. Fuck her with his tongue and truly please her this time, not just tease. Lick her clit until she screamed with her orgasm.

  Yeah, he wanted it all. And he knew he could give it to her. He was full of adrenaline, of emotion, all of it focused solely on her, he wouldn’t do anything less but pleasure her completely.

  “Take these off,” he commanded with a low growl, like some sort of Neanderthal. His hands rested on her hips, pushing at the offending black pants she wore, and she slipped them off eagerly, revealing her gorgeous ass and long legs.

  Taking a step back, he appreciated the sexy view. The sweet curve of her ass, shapely tan legs and delicate feet with bright pink painted toenails. She was a sexy, smart, beautiful package, everything he could ever want in a woman.

  Not a surprise considering she’d been everything he wanted as a lust-filled, awkward teen. That she’d grown into this, smart, ambitious, damn confident—it didn’t surprise him. Made him wish they could have something more, something real.

  Could they? It had been only one day. One freaking day and he was thinking like this. Normally he’d wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

  Now he wondered what the hell was wrong with him that he didn’t try his hardest to make her his. Forever.

  “Lay down,” he said, his voice curt, a little sharp. She startled at the sound, glanced at him over her shoulder as she did as he bid. Going to the side of the bed, she crawled on top of the mattress and lay flat on her back. Her legs spread the
slightest bit, giving him a teasing glimpse of glistening pink flesh.

  His skin tightened, his heart hammered and already his cock hardened. He’d just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life and…yeah. He was ready for more.

  This woman was making him fucking insatiable.

  Crawling onto the mattress, he approached her like a predatory animal stalked its prey. She watched him, a mixture of wariness and arousal in her expression as he drew near. As if all of a sudden she didn’t quite trust him or what he might do to her.

  “You look scared.” Reaching out, he grasped her ankle, caressed the soft skin of her calf. She shuddered beneath his touch as he arranged her foot so that it was planted on the mattress, knee bent.

  “You just kind of snapped at me,” she admitted, her voice small, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

  “Sorry.” Grabbing her other ankle, he put it in a similar position. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

  Now her legs were spread and her knees bent, giving him a full look at her pretty pink pussy. He stared his fill, saw the shimmer of juices that coated her flesh, the delicate smattering of dark trimmed hair that covered her mound. Her scent reached his nostrils, fragrant, feminine, alluring. He’d licked her there. He’d touched her there too. Stroked her with his fingers, thrust his fingers deep, made her come when he’d played with her clit.

  He’d fucked her there too. Pushed himself deep inside her, filled her with shallow strokes, drove them both crazy with powerful, mindless thrusts.

  It was still hard for him to comprehend that it had only been one day. One freaking day. And he’d felt as if he’d experienced a lifetime of moments with her. Moments he wanted to continue.

  He was thinking like a sentimental fool. Ideas of forever and relationships when he had a beautiful, naked woman sprawled directly in front of him like some sort of offering. A gift he needed to take full advantage of.

  So he did.

  Tyler slid his hands up her calves, over her knees, behind them. She shifted, a little giggle escaping her, and he realized she was ticklish. Good to know.

  Scooting closer, his hands brushed the top of her thighs, then the inside of them. Her skin quivered beneath his touch, her accelerated breathing reached his ears and her scent grew muskier, sharper. As if her arousal had just ratcheted up a few notches from his nearness. He leaned in, rained kisses atop her knees, her thighs, his tongue darting out to lick. Salty sweet flesh, deliciously firm and yet soft, she had a woman’s body he appreciated.

  Hell, he worshipped. He teased. Her restless shifting and low whimpers indicated she wanted him to touch her between her legs, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. He wanted her crazed with want. Wanted to see her fall apart beneath him, but more than anything he wanted to hear her beg.

  Just for him.

  Moving up, he heard her moan of disappointment and smiled. He kissed her soft belly, tongued the indent of her navel as he worked his way up her body. Her nipples were rock hard little points of pink flesh, and he licked first one, then the other. Offering them both equal time, he sucked and licked, nibbled and stroked until she was quivering beneath him. Her hands tugged at his hair, pushed at his shoulders, trying to guide him down to where she really wanted him.

  He couldn’t help but laugh.

  “It’s not funny,” she gasped out, as if every word pained her while she spoke. “You’re driving me insane.”

  “That’s my plan,” he said, casting a lecherous grin in her direction as he lifted himself away from her.

  She glared at him, all fiery, tempting woman. “This isn’t very relaxing I’ll have you know.”

  “I’m working up to the good stuff. Tell me this doesn’t feel good already.” He licked her nipple again, slow and careful, tracing the delicate pink of her areola.

  “Ooh, it does,” she couldn’t deny. Her eyelids slid closed, and she arched into his touch, into his mouth. He took her deep, sucking her nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

  “And this is going to feel even better,” he whispered against her belly as he slid down, settled himself between her legs.

  The little whispered scream she gave indicated she was more than ready. And all he did was breathe on her. A gust of hot air against her most sensitive skin, he did it again, enjoyed watching her squirm.

  And how she squirmed. Her legs grew restless, her inner thighs quivered and her hands slid down, one of them landing briefly on his shoulder.

  “Tyler. Please,” she whispered in seeming agony, and he knew he couldn’t withstand her any longer.

  Bending his head, he brushed his face against her pussy, breathing her in, kissing her there. Gentle, open-mouthed kisses that teased and tormented if her breathing was any indication. Finally he licked. His tongue flickered against her clit, then down, along her creamy folds, lingering at her entry. His tongue darted and traced, tasting her, learning her, wanting only to give her pleasure.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her legs spreading more, her fingers spearing into his hair. “Oh God, just like that.”

  He licked from the top of her slit all the way down, his tongue flattened and wide, not missing an inch. Her body trembled, her inner walls tried to draw him in when he slipped his tongue inside her. He replaced his tongue with his index finger, sliding in deep. Her body clutched at him, tight and strong and he fucked her with one finger, then two. In and out, in and out, feeling the need that swept through her, helping it grow stronger and stronger.

  Amazing how well he knew her body already. How close she grew with his every thrust. He kept his gaze locked on her face, wanting to watch her come. It was a beautiful sight to behold, one he’d already seen before, but he wanted to experience it again.

  Now.

  He ate at her as if he was ravenous. His tongue and mouth were both greedy. His fingers slipped deep inside her. She worked against him, shifting her hips so that he paid more attention to her clit, and he gave her what she wanted. Drew the swollen little piece of flesh into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

  Julie started to chant. Over and over again, first with her encouragement, then she said his name. Her entire body tensed, her legs grew tight, her thighs creeping closer until they clamped about his head. He fucked her vigorously with his fingers, licked at her clit fast and then slow, alternating his rhythm. Driving her closer and closer until she suddenly came undone beneath him.

  She came against his mouth, her entire body racked with shudders. Her cream coated his fingers, and he gentled his thrusts, his tongue slowly lapping at her until finally she calmed. But it was long moments until she spoke.

  “Oh my God,” she finally said once she found her voice.

  Tyler pressed a kiss on the inside of her thigh before he rolled away from her. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m freaking fabulous.” She exhaled loudly and then began to giggle. “That was ridiculously good.”

  “Yeah?” Male pride made him want to beat on his chest with both fists. “Glad I could oblige.”

  “Oh you obliged all right.” Her fingers wrapped around his upper arm and drew him close so she could press a lingering kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Had a woman ever thanked him for giving her an orgasm before? He didn’t think so. Pulling away slightly, he studied her. The wild cloud of her vibrant hair, the pink flush that colored her cheeks, covered her upper chest, the dazed look in her eyes…she had the look of a well-satisfied woman. His well-satisfied woman.

  Damn, he felt possessive. Like some sort of primitive male who wanted to grasp his female by the hair and drag her back to his cave. Where he could brand her with his mark, let everyone know in the tribe that she belonged to him and only him.

  Tyler scrubbed a hand over his face, banishing his ludicrous thoughts. What the hell was he doing, thinking like this? He’d straight lost his mind.

  “It’s late,” she murmured, drawing lazy circles upon his upper arm. As if she didn’t want to stop touching him. “W
e should get some sleep.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed, reaching for her once more. She let him pull her body toward his, her back to his front, her head nestled in the crook of his neck and upon his shoulder. Her fragrant hair brushed against his face, and he pushed it away gently, savoring the silky feel.

  She practically purred as he stroked her hair so he continued. “That feels good,” she murmured, her voice laced with lazy pleasure.

  It felt good to make her feel good. He closed his eyes, allowed exhaustion to slowly take over. Only became alert when he heard her faded whisper.

  “Wish this could last forever.”

  Me too…

  Chapter Six

  She was having the best dream. Wrapped up in the arms of a muscular, warm man, her face nestled against his firm chest. Her legs tangled with his, she felt the light hair on his thighs abrade her smooth skin as she slid her thigh between his. She swore she felt the brush of his erection across her belly, and she reached between them, wrapped her fingers tight around the base.

  Julie’s eyes cracked open to find herself staring at Tyler’s stubble-covered jaw, fingers clasped tight about his cock. This was no dream. It was gloriously, one hundred percent real, and she smiled. Just as she heard him groan.

  God, she loved it when he groaned, moaned, called out her name. They’d made love twice in the middle of the night. As if they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, as if the both of them couldn’t get enough. She was tender between her legs this morning, and she knew she should take it easy but she couldn’t.

  She wanted him too much.

  “Mmm, faster,” Tyler whispered, his hips lifting, his cock sliding through her fingers.

  She increased her pace, glancing down between their bodies so she could watch. His cock was hard as a rock, the skin of the head tight and flushed a purplish red. He was so big, so hard and hot. She wanted him inside her, filling her, fucking her straight into oblivion and beyond.