“And what’s that?”
“I want to see if that was your thong lying next to a pair of sexy black boots.”
“Could be another woman’s.”
“That would be highly unlikely.”
“Really?” I said with unmasked skepticism.
“Yes, really. I don’t bring women here.”
My brows tightened in confusion and I remembered our first night together when we left Vamps. I thought we were going to his place, not sure if my roommate would be home, but he convinced me to go to mine. “Why not?”
“Easier that way. If they know where I live…”
“They can stalk you?” I finished.
He cocked his head while his mouth twitched with a smile. “Maybe.”
“So why did you bring me here? You don’t think I’ll stalk you?”
“I know you won’t.” He ran strands of my hair between his fingers. “But I’m kind of hoping you would.”
My laugh came out short and strange, not sounding like my own voice. I didn’t know what to make of this statement. “Mike, what’s going on? Is this some kind of game?”
“No game, I swear.”
“Then why would you say something like that?”
He shrugged. “Being honest. And maybe I wanted to impress you a little bit. Show you I’m not as much as an ass as you think I am. I’m better in my natural surroundings.” He ran his hands down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing the flesh and caressing it.
My breath caught in my throat as the tone turned back to the seductive dance. The hundreds of agonizing body weight squats were worth it.
“Hmm, there don’t seem to be any panty seams,” he said in an inquisitive tone, as if solving a puzzle.
“That’s because it’s a thong. The whole point of them is to avoid panty lines.”
“Oh, I see,” he teased. “I thought it was to drive men insane with need.”
“That’s a perk.” I winked.
Chapter Five
Mike
Damn, she was so hot. I was going to bust a nut just touching her.
“If this is what yoga does for asses,” I said, giving it a squeeze, “we should make it a mandatory requirement.”
“Including you?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Hell no. I’m too uncoordinated for that.”
“It’s just a matter of getting used to the positions.”
“I have a few other positions in mind.” I kissed her soft neck. “Ones that require both our bodies.”
“Oh?”
“But first.” Reaching under her dress, I touched her warm thigh. My fingers crept higher, feeling the heat coming from her. I touched her silky wetness, running my fingers over and inside. “No panties.”
“Ah, they must have been mine.”
“Mystery solved.”
I stood up, threw her over my shoulder and slapped her ass.
She squealed. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to my room. As you commanded, mi’lady.”
When we reached my room, I set her on my bed. Then I found a lighter and lit a couple of candles I had on my nightstand.
“Ooh, it’s nice. I like it.”
I left the door open so we could still hear Zeppelin in here. Over the Hills and Far Away. Why did I bring Allana here? Was she the woman who had the love I needed?
No, tonight was about sex, not love. She’d made that clear and I should be thrilled not having to worry about an awkward morning after.
“Roll on your stomach,” I said.
She did and glanced at me over her shoulder with hooded eyes. Damn, that look alone could undo me, make me shoot my load before the night had even begun. Peering at me, like inquisitive jewels under those dark fluttery lashes. I unzipped her dress slowly, planting kisses as I revealed more skin. When I saw the bra strap, I unfastened it and continued on my path to undress her. A tattoo of a tree surrounded by Zen symbols and flowers covered her lower back. The small of her back was so tiny, delicate, it stirred something primal in me. A need to protect and possess her, make her mine and destroy anyone who tried to get close.
“Nice ink. Must be new.”
“Yes. I didn’t have this the last time.”
“Any other tattoos I should look for?” I reached the curve of her perfect ass and kissed her one last time before I slid the dress and bra off her.
“You’ve seen the others,” she said.
I noted the animals and retro designs on her arms before admiring the luscious view from behind. “You are beautiful. Unreal.” Then I stood and stripped down to my boxers.
She turned over and faced me, sapphire eyes burning with lust. I climbed on top of her and claimed her mouth, plundering it until we could barely breathe. My cock nestled between her thighs, pressing against her with just the thin fabric of my boxers between us. I caressed the soft flesh of her breast before running my thumb over her nipple. It immediately responded to my touch, hardening and lengthening. I slid down and captured the perfect pink bud in my mouth. She arched her back and squirmed beneath me.
“I want you so bad, Mike.” She tugged at my boxers.
Her voice, her pleas, ratcheted my desire up to the highest level before I’d explode. I stood up to remove the boxers and she sat on the bed watching me undress, her hair tousled, admiration in her eyes. I freed my cock and her eyes flickered wider. She grasped it in one hand and kissed the tip, teasing it, before covering the head with her mouth. Shit, it felt too damn good. Magical.
My head rolled back and a guttural sound escaped me. “That feels so good, but I’ll explode. I want to be in you first.”
She leaned back and opened her legs, inviting me into her glistening pink pussy. The scent of her arousal awoke an even higher sense of urgency in me. I had to bury myself in her now or I’d lose my mind.
“Got a condom?” she asked.
I reached for my nightstand and grabbed one. “Ribbed. For your pleasure.”
She giggled. “I’m already having quite the pleasant time.”
Zeppelin’s The Ocean filled the room. I sheathed myself with the condom and then climbed on top of her. She was so wet, she welcomed me with little resistance at first, but then she tightened her muscles around me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “It’s been awhile since I’ve done this.”
“Relax, it’s okay. I can stop if you want.”
“Don’t you dare.” She tightened her arms around me and pulled me down. She breathed slowly and I eased the rest of the way in. The sensation of her wrapped around me filled me with ecstasy, one I didn’t understand. As I drove deeper into her, all I could think was that we had connected in some way. And it was more than a physical one. It didn’t make any sense to me.
Although I wanted to pump myself deeper and lose myself in her, I knew we only had tonight so I wanted to make it last. I’d experience every inch of her, let it burn into my memory. I pulled out of her and she cried out and reached for me. But when I slid down her body, kissing and licking her hot skin, she leaned back, seeming to enjoy the sensations of my tongue. The heady scent of her arousal spiked an animal instinct to take her again. I paused to inhale the intoxicating aroma, letting my warm breath heat her wet pussy. She squirmed beneath me, wanting and waiting for more. When I licked her slit from top to bottom and back again, she balled the sheets in her hands and cried out, “Oh God, yes.”
I continued to lick every centimeter of her delicious pussy, never wanting to stop. She raised her hips against my face. Our bodies joined in a sensual rhythm as she rose and fell with my movements. When I reached her clit, she wound her hands into my hair, begging me to continue there. I alternated light and hard pressure with my tongue, driving her closer to a peak and then letting her drop. She squirmed more, grabbing me, clawing the sheets, as I drove her body higher and higher. A primal kind of satisfaction welled in me knowing I had her under my complete control. Tonight she was mine.
/> She whimpered after I had taken her so close to the edge but then backed away to let the intensity descend. Then I assaulted her with my arsenal, licking and fucking her with everything I had. Fingers probing her pussy and ass while my mouth fastened onto her clit, sucking the sweet nub. She bucked her hips off the bed and stayed there, crying out, as she reached her peak, her muscles clenching tightly around my fingers and covering them with her sweet fluids.
I had her right where I wanted her.
While she came down, I positioned my cock at her entrance and drove into her with less resistance. Her wet pussy pulsated around me, driving me to a state of no reason. I buried myself into her, drilling her like a man possessed. She clenched my arms and clawed at my back, nails digging into me, which unleashed the beast within me to take over. Her head banged against the headboard as I rammed into her, but she didn’t seem to care. I paused to place a pillow behind her head to protect her before I resumed fucking her with an intensity I’d never experienced.
She cried out and said, “Oh my God, I’m going to come again.”
“Come, baby. All over my cock.”
As her walls spasmed around me, I became lost. I fell into a mindless tunnel of absolute pleasure as I pushed into her, releasing my seed. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies hot and sweaty and our breath ragged. Her heart pounded against my own.
I rolled next to her and buried my face into her hair, inhaling the sweet scents of coconut and almond. No Quarter filled the room now that our moans had quieted. We lay there for several minutes listening to the rest of the song while we caught our breath.
Heaven couldn’t be any better than this.
When I glanced at her face, a light sheen covered her tanned skin and her eyes were closed. I covered her with the comforter. “Get some sleep,” I whispered.
She murmured, “Okay,” but I was pretty sure she was halfway there already.
I rolled away from her to get some space, but draped an arm on her side, the way I always did after having sex with a woman so they wouldn’t complain I wasn’t holding them. An urge to roll over and hold her overcame me. I spooned her to get closer, wrapping myself around her, feeling the heat come from her body.
What are you doing? You’re acting out of character.
Since it was just one night, I rationalized, it freed me to act how I wanted without worrying about how she’d respond.
But you’ve had many one-night stands before.
True.
Weariness came over me; it had been a long night. Before long, I drifted to sleep holding her as the final notes of the album played out.
Allana
We must have fallen asleep. I woke up to the sunlight creeping into the bedroom. Last night I hadn’t paid much attention to the surroundings. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I scanned the room. Fantasy-style framed prints hung on the walls. Knights on horseback, warriors, fair maidens, as well as a Lord of the Rings one featuring Aragorn. I’d seen the first movie and thought Viggo Mortensen was yummy in that role. Mike liked the character for different reasons, I’m sure.
His bed took up most of the room, I guessed it to be king-sized. The comforter covering us was black and soft, some sort of fine cotton blend. How did that get on us—did he cover us up after I dozed off?
Mike lay next to me, his arm and leg draped over my body, breathing in a slow, steady rhythm. Today was the big day, the one in which I received the keys for the studio. Before I faced the challenge ahead, I relished the moment, savoring the warmth where his skin touched mine.
After several minutes, I shifted. With so much to do, I had to get up at some point.
He leaned against me and murmured, “Morning.” He pressed his hardening erection against my ass. “God, you feel good.”
Wiggling my ass back to encourage him to continue, I murmured, “Mmm, good morning.” I peeked over my shoulder at his hazel eyes gleaming with passion. A disarming look that almost made me sigh.
His arm snaked around to reach for my breasts. My nipples tingled and elongated as he stroked them, sending white-hot heat to my pussy. He reached between my legs and stroked me, intuitively knowing what I craved. I grinded back against him as I grew wet with need. He pressed his cock there, teasing me. As the friction grew, so did my need.
“Fuck me again, Mike, before I have to leave.”
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere any time soon,” he said, and flipped me onto my stomach.
I pushed up onto all fours. “I have to go,” I said. “I’m meeting the landlord at one.”
“Then I still have a few more hours.” He slapped my ass and I cried out.
“Did you like that?”
As the stinging receded, it fueled my lust. I whispered, “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you.” He slapped me again harder.
“Damn it,” I cried. “Yes. I like it!”
“That’s better.” He placed his hand where he’d just struck, giving relief to the heated spot. Then he reached around to stroke my pussy. “You’re so wet. You really are a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I murmured.
His teased my entrance with his cock and I moved back, encouraging him to fill me. He moved the head in and then pulled it out again. “Now,” I pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
He disappeared from behind me and when I turned back, he had grabbed a condom. After he put it on, he rubbed my folds again, making me wait for what I wanted most. When he finally entered me, he did so slowly at first. So much so that I cried, “More!”
He planted his hands on my shoulders as he filled me to the brink of pain. He thrust in the last few inches and I cried out again.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“I do,” I said.
He grabbed my hair and tugged, nuzzling my neck. “I bet you like this too,” he whispered.
“Mmmmm…” God, he was so friggin’ hot. I’d never woken up to be taken like this—a primal need overwhelming us both.
Before I could answer, he thrust deeply into me, pumping into me fast and hard. I grabbed at the headboard, thankful it had wooden slats for me to hold on to. I glimpsed a painting of a medieval battle above his bed, but then closed my eyes as the sensations building inside took all my concentration.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Allana. You feel so damn good.”
My reply came out one moan after another and occasionally a squeal as he rammed into me. He reached around and rubbed my clit, commanding my attention as the sensations grew more intense. I could barely take it, one part of me wanted him to stop, the other thought I would die if he did so. My fists tightened around the wood, I swore my knuckles must have turned white.
“Come on, girl. Come for me.”
He increased his speed and thrust as well as the pressure on my clit. When I thought I couldn’t survive another moment of such overwhelming pleasure and pain, my world shattered behind my eyelids. As the aftershocks rippled through me, he slammed into me three more times with such force, I cried out. Then he grabbed both shoulders again as he released himself inside me. After we were both spent, we fell back onto the bed.
“Oh my God,” I said in between breaths. “Wow.”
“I agree,” he replied, just as breathless. “Sorry if I was too rough.”
“Wasn’t it obvious I liked it?” A smile inched across my face. “I might be sore for the rest of the day.”
He grinned. “Good. It will remind you of me.” He climbed out of bed, his cock still jutting out, and he put on boxers. “Coffee?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Although that woke me up.”
“And you probably worked up an appetite. I know I did. How about I make us some breakfast?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Do you do this for all your partners?”
He smiled like a proud little boy showing off a drawing. “Only the special ones.”
A true lover of music, Mike already had music playing through the house. I didn’t b
lame him, I’d play music constantly as well if I had this kind of setup. Glenn Danzig’s voice pumped from different speakers, singing I’m the One.
We passed the other bedroom that he used as a study. I peered in at a desk with two large monitors positioned side by side and two bookcases overstuffed with books.
“Is this where you work?”
He nodded. “When I work at home.”
“Can I peek?” I asked.
“Knock yourself out.”
I scanned one of the bookshelves stacked with an array of thick computer books on concepts I had no idea of.
I said “I have a feeling this book on Java has nothing to do with coffee.”
He laughed. “Not even remotely. It’s a programming language.” He rubbed his face. “Coffee. I need coffee right now. What a night.”
“And what a morning,” I added.
Two framed photos of a boy around ten and a girl around seven were on his desk. “Who are they?” I asked.
“My niece and nephew. And godchildren. His face lit up as he glanced at the photos. “They’re my sister’s kids.”
Peering closer, I saw the similarity in their features to Mike. “I can see the resemblance. Especially the eyes.”
“The Harvey genes run strong, we always say. But there’s a trace of their father’s side in them.”
So Mike was an uncle, a godfather to his sister’s kids. Each time I saw him, I learned a little more about him, which piqued my interest. He wasn’t just rock and roll fantasy I brought home for a fling months ago, but a real person who drew me in a little closer each time.
Thinking that way was dangerous. I’d been burned before and I wasn’t eager to experience that pain again. Changing the subject, I said, “It’s a nice workspace.”
“I spend whatever time I can here. Between work and the band, it isn’t much. Luckily, I work from home often.”
“Work from home? That’s a foreign concept for someone who works in the fitness industry. Work in their home, maybe, but rarely your own.”
“There’s a big need for software engineers right now. Companies are climbing over each other to find new hires. I get offers all the time.”
“You’re not tempted to move on to a different company?”
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