by T L Osborn
Suddenly, I feel someone touch my arm and I turn to see Riley standing there, wearing a very light cardigan and jeans. Her cheeks are flushed purple and her lips are turning blue. I remove my jacket and wrap it around her.
“Thanks. It was sunnier when I left here a few hours ago,” she says.
“Yeah, it came over pretty quickly.”
“I’d been hoping to shoot some photos outside, but this looks awful.” With shaking fingers, she begins to undo the clasps of her bag. I reach out to clasp her hands within mine. They’re as cold as ice.
“We’re not shooting out here, it’s too damn cold.”
“James, I–”
I can’t stop myself as I slide my hand onto her neck and pull her towards me, crushing my mouth to hers. Our lips meet as one in a hot, hungry, pleasure-filled kiss that only makes me want more. Fuck, it makes me wonder what her lips would be like wrapped around my cock. I need to find out. Suddenly, a few spots of rain drop on us and we stop kissing to look up at the sky, both of us laughing as we then look at each other. Our noses touching, Riley grabs the front of my t-shirt, pulling me in for another kiss. In that moment, the heavens open up and rain gushes from the sky, soaking us both.
“Holy fuck!” Riley squeals.
I bend and lift her onto my back, carrying her towards the lobby of my apartment building.
Lowering her to the floor in the lobby, we’re dripping wet.
She reaches to wipe the water away from her face. “Wow! That was crazy.”
“Tell me about it. Come on, you can change into some of my clothes and I’ll dry yours.” I wonder for a moment if I’m doing the right thing. I’ve not had a woman in my home, aside from family, let alone in my bed, for ten years. It’s my sanctuary. My happy place.
I glance towards Riley who’s wringing her hair out. There’s no pressure for us to end up in bed together, and if it happens, it happens. I’m not going to push her.
As the lift doors ding, indicating we’re on my floor, I think there’s no turning back now.
Riley
Following James into his apartment, I remove my soaking wet shoes and socks at the front door. I’m absolutely drenched, freezing, and I can’t take my eyes off James. He’s just as wet as I am, and where I’m sure I look like a drowned rat, he makes being wet so sexy. His hair is damp, shirt clinging to his body tightly, giving me a glorious view of his abs and muscles.
“Come on, you’re soaked. We need to warm you up,” James says, pulling me through his neat and tidy apartment and into a modern, white bathroom with blue tiled floors. “You can take your time. There are fresh towels on the shelf above the bath, use as many as you want.”
I spin around and find myself pressed against his body. He’s as cold as I am and I’m tempted to suggest he join me. I bite my lip as I look at him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he leans down, placing light kisses on my neck.
“Want to join me in the shower?”
He sighs. “You’re a temptress, Riley, but if I join you, we both know we’ll end up having sex. Enjoy your shower and I’ll see you once you’re done.” He places a kiss to my forehead and walks away.
“James…” I say as he’s at the door. He halts, his hands resting upon the frame almost as if he’s holding himself up.
“Yes.” His voice is thick, husky, and full of desire.
“I need some help getting my jeans off.”
He spins around, a low growl escaping his mouth.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he stalks to me from across the room, before pinning me between him and the shower door. I slide my hands up his arms, over his biceps and to his chest.
He groans. “Riley, don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not asking for sex, I’m just asking you to take off my pants.”
James groans as I giggle, then he crushes his mouth to mine as he pulls me hard against him. He slides his hands over my ass, squeezing before slapping it lightly.
Within seconds, he’s undoing my pants, then lowers himself to his knees. He looks up at me, his eyes full of lust. Gingerly, he hooks his thumbs into the belt straps of my pants and wriggles them down my legs, placing light kisses on my thighs as he goes. I rest my head back on the shower door and close my eyes. He removes my pants and pushes them to the side before standing to face me.
“Don’t take too long, beautiful, otherwise, I might be tempted to join you after all.” He walks away, this time closing the door to the bathroom.
Bastard. He got me horny on fucking purpose.
With a shaking body, I spin to turn on the water, then get to the task of removing the rest of my clothing before climbing into the shower. As I stand under the warm droplets, I think of him and wonder whether or not I should give into this desire for him; or if I should keep him tempted, see how long he can hold out for? I smile wickedly to myself. I’ll keep him at bay a little while longer, though I don’t think my vagina agrees with me because at this moment, all it wants me to do is chase and jump him.
Once I’m finished, I step out of the shower, dry off, then wrap the towel around my body. When I enter the lounge, I don’t immediately see James, but I see his bedroom door is ajar. As I’m about to sit on the couch I hear a moan.
“Riley!”
He’s moaning my name?
As I approach the door, I can see he’s naked from the waist down on his bed, his eyes are closed while his arm pumps his cock. Hard. My body temperature skyrockets as I realise he’s jerking off while thinking about me.
Fuck! I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.
I lick my lips as I continue to watch, not even caring that I might get caught. Sliding my own hand beneath the towel, I don’t even need to feel my pussy to know I’m wet.
I can’t peel my eyes away from him as he tugs his cock harder, then I watch as he groans loudly, cum shooting all over his stomach and hand.
Fuck, that’s hot!
I back away slowly, hoping to sneak back into the bathroom before he knows I saw him. I feel guilty for watching, yet, I’m horny as fuck at the same time. Closing the bathroom door, I lean against it.
Damn it! I’m aroused, fucking wet and desperate for him.
James
I haven’t jerked off like that since I was a teenager. Sure, I jerked off this morning, but it was nowhere near as satisfying as just now. The thought of peeling her sexy light purple lace panties down her legs to reveal her pussy was one hell of a turn on. They should be fucking illegal—that colour looks amazing on her. Not to mention, I could’ve been caught.
Fuck! The girl of my dreams has become my reality. I’m not sure how I feel about it, though. I haven’t wanted or needed a relationship in ten years, so why does Riley make me feel so different? She makes me want to try. I promised her no labels, no pressure, so that’s exactly what’s going to happen and that’s why I’m keeping these thoughts to myself. I’m not even going to tell my sister or brother.
I tug on some jeans and a t-shirt, grab a spare shirt for Riley and some pyjama pants, placing them on the end of my bed. Though I usually sleep naked, Riley will want some clothing unless later we end up naked, rolling around between the sheets. I’ve got to cut these thoughts out, or I’m going to end up needing to jerk off again.
Shaking the thoughts of her from my mind, I head out to my wine cupboard in my home office where I keep the liquor that won’t fit in my pantry. Grabbing a bottle, I walk back towards my kitchen intent on opening it, then finding something for us to eat.
As I pass by the bathroom door I hear a moan, deep, throaty and full of pure pleasure. I pause, listening for it again. It’s louder this time, followed by heavy breathing.
Is she getting off in my bathroom?
“James!” The moan is deep and almost a whimper.
Oh, hell, no! There’s no fucking way in hell, she’s getting off in my bathroom to mere thoughts of me when she can have the real thing.
The wine is forgotte
n as I place it to the floor to open the bathroom door. I find her leaning against the wall, one foot propped up on the bath with her pussy fully on display as one hand furiously rubs her clit. I’m completely mesmerised, can’t move, can’t speak and can’t stop staring. She’s fucking gorgeous. My now rock-hard cock demands attention as I cross the room to take control of this situation.
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine and I swallow her protest as I crush my mouth to hers with a hungry kiss. I trail my hands down her body to cup her breasts—a perfect fucking handful—as her hardened nipples rub against my palms. She groans into my mouth while I rub, giving a little attention, but where I want to be is between her legs. I trail kisses down her body, leaving her gasping above me. Dropping to my knees between her feet, I continue kissing. I grab her hand and place it on my shoulder as I slide my own around her thighs to put her into the right position. Without warning, I begin my sensual assault on her, licking up and down her sweet pussy.
She groans loudly as I stop to flick her clit with my tongue. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I suck it into my mouth before licking back down. She tastes fucking amazing and one taste is sure as fuck not going to be enough this weekend. I continue licking and sucking, devouring her as if she were my last meal on this earth.
God! If she were, I’d be a fucking happy man.
“James…I can’t…” she moans.
“Can’t what, sweetheart?” I question before sucking her clit again.
“Cum…standing…up,” she gasps.
“You can and you will.”
“James…please,” she whimpers.
“Lean on me, baby. I promise I won’t let you fall.” I get back to my task, literally taking any further protests from her lips as her legs begin to shake on either side of my shoulders. Her breathing becomes faster, harsher and I sense she’s about to explode. Sucking on her clit several times before flicking it with my tongue, I slide two fingers deep inside her sheath.
“James! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she cries out as I move my fingers fast inside her.
Her pussy clamps down tight around my fingers as her entire body goes completely ridged, overcome by her powerful release. I don’t stop my movements until I know she’s completely satisfied. Once finished, I stand sucking her cum off my fingers. Facing Riley, I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me.
“Oh, my fucking God!” she whispers against my chest.
“You’re very welcome.” I chuckle.
She begins shaking in my arms, so I bend down, lifting and carrying her to my room.
“I can walk.”
“After that orgasm, I don’t think so.” Carefully, I place her on the end of my bed and hand her the clothing I chose for her. “I got you these, they might be a little big, but they will do for now.”
She looks up at me, a wicked grin crossing her face. “Until you plan on taking them off me again, right?”
“Would you like a wine?” I ask, hoping it’ll distract us.
“Yes, please.”
“Come out when you’re ready, take your time.”
I exit my room and pick up the bottle of wine I discarded earlier, then search out my stemware. I pour two glasses and grab one to take a sip as I stare at my closed bedroom door. Temptation washes over me. I want to go back in there and keep her naked for the remainder of the night, fucking her until she absolutely can’t walk.
I can’t.
I haven’t had or needed a relationship in ten years, but Riley is pulling all these feelings from me without even knowing it and I’ll admit I’m a little hesitant. Hesitant to want to pursue whatever this thing is between us, but in turn, frightened I’ll get hurt again and terrified that I might actually see a future with her.
I’m not ready for any of that.
Or am I in complete denial?
Chapter Eight
Riley
I’m sitting on his couch, sipping wine while he’s making us something to eat for dinner, and I think he’s planning dessert too.
Since I came out of his room, I assume it to be his bedroom as there’s pictures upon the wall and a light blue shirt tossed into the corner of the room, I still can’t believe what happened, nor where I am.
His room was gorgeous, a double bedroom, his bed facing towards the large ranch slider that leads out onto the balcony outside. I pictured myself sitting outside, reading or writing for hours on end, though I don’t know why; it’s not like we’re a couple. I’m dressed in his clothes, he’s been distant and short with me since I made my appearance. If I ask him something, all I get is one-word answers.
Is he mad because I didn’t reciprocate the pleasure he gave me in the bathroom?
Should I?
Is it expected of me?
I was shocked when he entered the bathroom and had begun to pleasure me like that.
Holy fuck! That’s one of the best orgasms I’ve had in a very long time.
I continue to sip my wine when he looks up. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Awesome. Is there anything I can do to help?” I ask.
“Nope, I have it covered.” The distance seems to be growing.
He grabs my clothes and puts them in his dryer, then brings my handbag out to me.
A loud clap of thunder is heard overhead and I jump. I hate thunder and lightning storms.
“You okay?” James asks.
“I don’t like thunder,” I admit.
I pick up my phone, needing to check if Poppy’s okay. Since I’ve had a glass of wine, I definitely won’t be driving home tonight, so I won’t be there to take care of her. I send Courtney a text.
Me: Is Poppy okay? There’s just been some thunder over here.
Court: She’s absolutely fine and are you sure you’re okay? I know you hate thunder.
Me: I’m okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.
She sends me a picture of Poppy wrapped up in her favourite blanket, lying on her bed in Court’s room. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see she’s fine and nowhere near as scared as I am.
“She’s one adorable dog,” James says as he brings over a bowl for me.
“Yes, she is and she seems to like you.”
“What can I say? I’m irresistible,” he jokes.
“You’re the first person she hasn’t tried to bite upon first meeting. She still tries to bite my roommates and she’s lived with us all for a year now.” I dig my fork into the bite-sized chicken, the smell of the stir-fry making my stomach growl.
“How many roommates do you have?”
“Two, and Poppy. Courtney owns the house, and we’ve been friends since primary school. Then there’s Gavin; he’s lived with us for almost a year.”
He swallows his mouthful. “Do you like your meal?”
“It’s delicious. What is it?”
“Just a simple chicken stir-fry.”
“You’re lucky I’m not a vegetarian.” I giggle.
“I also made apple crumble for dessert which will be available for breakfast tomorrow.” He smiles and winks.
“You want me to stay?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.
“Well, you’ve had a glass and a half of wine, there’s no way you’re driving home.” He points his fork towards my drink. “We might as well finish the bottle.”
I drain the glass and he moves out of his seat, picks up my goblet and takes his plate to the kitchen where he refills my wine while I finish dinner.
When he returns my wine glass, he takes my plate away.
“Do you want me to pop the dessert into the oven now, or want me to wait a bit?” he asks.
“Now. I’m dying to taste this apple crumble you keep raving about.”
He chuckles as he places the dish into the oven. “It’s the best.”
He returns to the couch to sit next to me. “I meant to ask…how’s the book coming along?”
“Great. The first draft is now finished, so onto the first round of self-edits,” I reply, sipping my wine.
“Self-edits?” he asks.
“Yes, where I do a lookover of the book before it goes to my editor,” I reply.
“I didn’t realise how much work goes into writing a book.”
“People don’t realise it, in all honesty. It’s not just about sitting down and writing the words, it’s a whole lot more than that.”
A buzzer sounds. “That would be the apple crumble.” He gets out of his seat and walks over to grab a couple of bowls out of the cupboard and places them on the bench. He then checks the oven, pulling out the dish. I watch as he checks to make sure it’s cooked.
“Dessert is served,” he announces, dishing up a bowlful for the both of us. He brings them over and sits next to me. Touching the base of the bowl, the surface is hot. I place the bowl in my lap, allowing it to cool a little as James places an entire spoonful into his mouth. His face contorts when he spits it back into his bowl. “Careful, it’s a tad hot.”
“Just a tad, or did you burn your mouth?” I ask, throwing him a grin.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t burn too many of my taste buds, so I’ll still be able to taste you later.”
I blush, staring into my bowl.
Once cooled, we both devour our dessert and it’s so damn good I go back for seconds. I’ll have to work my ass off tomorrow and go for an extra-long run with Poppy just to work all those calories off.
We finish eating and I help him rinse the dishes. Returning to the couch, James pulls me into his lap and begins to use his mouth all over my chest, up my neck and finally, my lips. His hands lightly skimming my sides, make me squirm over top of him.
“Don’t do that, or you’ll get me hard,” he groans.
“Can’t help it, you tickled me.” I giggle.
He pulls me back towards him, his mouth silently apologising while also making me hornier than ever. “Want to take this to the bedroom?” he asks, sliding his hands beneath his shirt onto my bare flesh, causing my already high blood pressure to spike out of control. “I’m not asking for sex, just some company, kisses and a little bit more tickling.” He chuckles against my neck.
