by Stella James
“Are you joking? You don’t even like me Brent. I’m pretty sure you’ve never liked me,” she says matter of fact.
“We’re not kids anymore Hanna, we’re adults. Single adults..?”
She nods hesitantly and still regards me warily as I brush my fingertip down her arm, over the light fabric of her sweater. She licks her lips and gently pulls her full bottom lip into her mouth as I stifle a groan.
“I don’t get it, why now?” She asks.
I lean forward and bring my mouth close to her ear, inhaling her light but heavily intoxicating perfume.
“Why not Hanna? Aren’t you just the least bit curious?” I gently nip at the lobe of her ear and when I hear the sharp intake of her breath it goes straight to my dick. “It was never a question of whether or not I liked you, I just didn’t understand you. But we’ve both grown up, so let’s see if I can understand you now.”
I lean back and wait for her to give me confirmation on her answer before I get my hopes up. My cock is already half hard and I swear if she says no, I’ll leave her alone, but fuck am I hoping she says yes. She looks up at me, her eyes slightly hooded, and gives me a soft smile.
“Okay,” she says. “But I’m driving.”
Chapter 3
Hanna
What in the hell am I doing? Oh right. I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of Brent’s ridiculously large pickup and driving us to his place so that we can fuck like rabbits. That’s what I’m doing. I could have strangled him when he showed up tonight and I think I did a pretty good job of ignoring his ass, but I can’t deny that feeling his eyes on me practically all damn night gave me a nice heavy dose of shivers that made their way straight down to my lady parts.
If I thought Brent in his uniform was sexy as hell, it was nothing compared to him in worn out jeans and a fitted white T-Shirt. His tan skin looked like smooth caramel next to the starkness of the light fabric, not to mention those eye. Fuck me, those eyes. Not blue, oh no, but deep, dark, rich chocolate brown. Eyes that I still remember would fill with amusement at my expense during our formative years. He really was a complete and total shit the whole time we were growing up but I’m trying hard to remember that was years ago and people grow up and change.
He sits beside me casually as if he doesn’t have a care in the entire world. I don’t know why I insisted on driving. Just a way to bust his balls, I guess. Good thing he doesn’t live far and I can walk back for Barbara’s car afterwards. As I pull onto the quiet street and head all the way to the end where his house sits on the corner, he clears his throat and speaks.
“So what’s with the waitressing gig? I thought Mona said you teach yoga?”
“Oh, well I do. But right now I’m not sure how long I’m staying and Mac needed an extra waitress to cover a few shifts over the next week or so. Seemed like a good way to make some extra cash, tips and all that.”
God, I think I’m actually nervous. I haven’t been nervous in a long time. Not like I’m a complete slut but I do know my way around a dick and I’ve had a couple one night stands. But this feels different. This is Brent Doyle. Someone I’ve known my whole life, someone I actually used to loathe.
I pull into his driveway and turn off the engine. He hops out without saying anything and jogs around the truck to open my door.
“Thanks,” I say as I jump down and brace my hands on his arms.
“My pleasure,” he says, his piercing brown eyes effectively freezing me in place. “Hanna?”
“Yeah?”
“If we don’t go inside, I’m going to fuck you in my driveway. I don’t think Mrs. Henderson wants to see that,” he says. “And that nosy old broad is most definitely peeking through her curtains right about now.”
“Right. Yes, let’s go inside.”
“Are you sure Hanna? You can change your mind.”
The sincerity in his voice has me lacing my fingers through his and pulling him gently towards the front door.
“I’m sure,” I say firmly. A one night stand with Brent Doyle was most definitely not part of my figure your shit out plan, but after refusing to give myself any kind of relief this afternoon once I found out that it was him who had my panties all twisted up, I am now aching for some kind of release. And something tells me that based on the overall size of Brent everywhere else, I will not be disappointed.
He unlocks the door and flips on the light in the small entryway. To our right is a spacious living room and straight ahead looks like a kitchen. I pause at the bottom of the stairs and when I’m about to ask if he’s lived here long, my words get caught in my throat as I feel the heat from his body behind me. He grabs the hem of my light hoodie, prompting me to lift my arms as he pulls it up and over my head. Right to the damn point. I like that. He tosses it on the floor and then pulls the elastic from my hair, adding it to the pile. I feel his breath on the back of my neck as he gathers up my hair and places it over my shoulder. He presses his mouth to my skin, causing me to involuntarily lean back against him.
“Fuck, you smell good Hanna,” he rasps against my neck. “Turn around so I can see you baby.”
Baby. I know my face is flushed when I turn around but the look in his eyes makes me give not one single fuck about how obvious my need is at this point. He pulls my shirt over my head and stares at my breasts which are full and heavy and dying for some attention. A grin spreads across his face and when I look down I realize I’m wearing an unlined bra and my nipples are straining against the fabric. I reach around and unclasp it, letting it fall to the floor between us. I reach for his shirt next and with his help, rid him of it, exposing his rock hard chest and defined abs complete with a little trail of fur leading right down to the pot of gold. Or in this case, cock.
“Brent?” My voice is husky and just a little bit desperate. When his eyes meet mine, I don’t have time to make my request because his mouth lands on mine and claims any and all words that sat on the tip of my tongue. His lips are firm and sure as his tongue expertly tastes mine. I can’t help bringing my hands up and around his neck, pressing my breasts into his chest and moaning deep when the sensation of his skin rubs against my hardened nipples. He rips his mouth from mine and drags his teeth along the side of my neck.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “I can’t wait Brent, you need to fuck me here or I think I might actually die.”
He backs us up against the door and lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist. I’m not huge but I’m certainly not dainty and I’m on the tall side at five foot nine so the fact that he just lifted me up like nothing is doing all kinds of funny things to my already dripping wet pussy. I grind myself against him, seeking any and all kinds of relief. His mouth trails along my neck and collarbone before his lips are back on mine, swallowing every gasp and moan of delight that tumbles out. I swear I could come in my shorts right now but I’m trying like hell to be a lady and ladies don’t come in denim shorts that they bought on clearance for twelve dollars while they dry hump the hell out of someone like a horny teenager. For a moment I think I’m floating until I realize he’s carrying us to the massive couch in the living room.
“Fuck Hanna, I’m sorry and I promise I’ll fuck you good and hard in my bed later. But right now I need in that pussy and I need in right now.”
“Yes, yes, I don’t care, just fuck me Brent,” I moan.
He tosses me gently onto the couch and hastily pulls the button of his jeans free, tugging them down, along with his black boxers. I sit up abruptly and stare his cock in the eye, as if I am completely hypnotized by its presence. Long. Thick. Adjective after adjective filters through my brain as I stare in awe. With great cock, comes great responsibility.
“Did you just use a Spider-man reference in regard to my dick?”
Shit. I said that out loud.
“Yes?” I respond.
“Fucking hell Hanna,” he groans, pushing me back onto the couch as he practically rips my shorts down my legs.
He pauses for a moment to admire m
y black panties and when he brings them up to his nose I nearly pass out from pre-sex-stimulation. Which I have decided is now totally a thing. He stares down at my bare pussy and licks his lips. I can feel my own wetness on my inner thighs and since my legs are slightly parted, I know he can see it for himself. He hooks my knees under his arms and pulls me to the edge of the couch, placing each one of my legs over his broad shoulders before bending down and taking one long, slow swipe against my slit with his tongue. Oh God.
He circles my clit and plunges two thick fingers inside of me. When my hips automatically buck off the cushion he growls against me and places his hand on my stomach, pinning me in place. I’ve never felt such a strong want before. My entire body is begging for him but I can’t form any words that are even remotely passable as English. I am completely lost in my own pleasure until the absence of his mouth has me turning my head and whimpering against the fabric of the couch. What the hell? I prop myself up and see his eyes on me, feral and dark as his chin and lips glisten in the faint light shining in from the hallway.
“Why’d you sto-op, oh God,” he rubs his thumb against my clit mid-sentence and I swear I am seeing stars.
“Yeah, that’s right Hanna, don’t forget who’s playing with you right now,” he growls. “This sweet as fuck pussy of yours is mine for the rest of the night baby and as much as I love watching you lose it, I want those gorgeous eyes on me. Watching me take what currently belongs to me, do you understand me?”
“Ye-yes,” I moan. Mother fucking Brent Doyle is a boss and I am freaking loving it.
“Good.”
His mouth lands back on me as his fingers dive back in and I swear it’s not two minutes later that I am shouting my climax and coming all over his face. He licks up every drop and groans with satisfaction before picking me up and sitting down on the couch with me on his lap. I’m still mildly disorientated from the epic orgasm I just had but when the tip of his cock rubs against my stomach I shake myself out of it and get back in the game.
“Condom. We need a condom,” I say breathlessly.
“Fuck, I don’t have any,” he says.
“I’m on the pill and I’ve never gone without,” I offer desperately.
“You’re safe with me Hanna,” he groans. “If you’re sure.”
I snake my hand down between our bodies and grab his mammoth cock, lining it up with my still quivering entrance before I slide down harshly and bury him balls deep inside of me. The burn of my body struggling to accommodate him is deliciously sharp. Jiminy cockett. I want to spend every minute of every day with this man’s penis nestled inside me if it means I get to feel like this.
“Christ baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps against my heated skin. “You’re so Goddamn beautiful,” he says, gripping my hips and rocking me slightly.
I place my hands on his shoulders and give into a slow and steady pace, sliding back and forth along his dick. My clit hits just the right spot as we grind together and if I keep this up I’ll be drenching his cock in a matter of minutes. Yes please.
My pace quickens as his grip tightens and soon the sound of our damp bodies smacking together echoes around me and I’m clinging to him like a lunatic, completely falling apart. I’m sure at some point I shout his name and when I’m still coming down from my high, he holds me in place and drives up into me hard and fast until he’s joining me in orgasm paradise. I can feel his semen dripping out of me and when I tilt myself back to get a look at his face he sinks his fingers into my hair and pulls my mouth to his in a lazy kiss.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says.
I simply nod because I’m afraid if I speak I will ask his cock to marry me.
Chapter 4
Brent
I roll over half asleep and expect to find a warm, naked body beside me when instead I’m met with nothing but a cold, rumpled pillow. I swear my cock twitches with disappointment over the fact that I will not be starting the day surrounded by Hanna Mitchell’s tight, sweet tasting pussy. Christ. I took Hanna twice last night and I’m still not satisfied.
After we fucked on the couch I took her up to my bedroom with the intention of giving it to her good and slow, savouring every inch of her body. An intention that went straight out the window the minute we got upstairs and took each other with the same amount of impatience as we did the first time. I passed out ten seconds after I pulled out and didn’t move an inch until now. I’m not surprised that she snuck off without saying goodbye, considering last night wasn’t planned I can only assume she figured it was a one night stand. Something I’ll deal with as soon as I grab a shower and take care of my now raging hard-on.
Now feeling semi-relieved, I get dressed and head downstairs to my truck. I start the engine and crank the AC, it’s not even ten and it’s already sweltering hot outside. I head for Main Street and form a plan in my mind as I drive. I’ve got the next three days off and I plan on using them very wisely. I pull over in front of Olive’s and when I walk through the front door I spot Sophie behind the counter putting fresh muffins in the display case. There was a brief time a few years ago that I thought I might have had a shot with her. But that was quickly blown to hell the minute Trace Meyers staked his claim. They’re married now and she’s currently pregnant with their second child.
“Hey Brent,” she says. “How’s it going?”
“Not bad, how are you feeling?”
“Good, now that I’m not plagued by morning sickness,” she smiles. “What can I get for you?”
I order two coffees and an assortment of pastries and head back out the door. I have one destination along with one woman in mind and that’s exactly where I’m headed.
Walker and Mona Powell’s home sits just on the edge of town in a spacious and quiet development new to Blue Falls. I’ve been to their place plenty of times for barbeques and poker games with the guys and on the rare occasion I’ve even been the victim of a hopeless set up on Mona’s behalf. It’s not that I’m picky but I’m only twenty-seven and in no rush to settle down with something serious. I date when it suits me and fuck when it suits me, never giving either much of a second thought. I try not to dwell on why I’m parking in front of the house where I know Hanna is currently living or why I’m slightly irritated at her disappearing act this morning. I tamp down the nagging voice that tells me it’s because last night blew my fucking mind and I want more.
I grab the tray of coffee and the paper bag and head for the front door. I knock several times but no one answers. The same Ford Taurus that Hanna was driving yesterday is parked in the driveway so I know she’s inside. I make my way around to the back of the house and when I look up at the deck I stop dead in my tracks. Hanna, the very woman I was buried in several hours ago is upside down in some kind of handstand type deal with her legs bent and her feet pointed solidly at the back of her head. Fuck me, if this is yoga, count me in. She’s wearing tiny shorts that show off her perfect ass and her top is bare except for a flimsy pink sports bra. I clear my throat as I approach and try not to scare her.
“Good morning,” she says, not moving an inch.
“What the hell are you doing Hanna?”
“Scorpion,” she says. “Inversions are good for the mind and give the heart a nice little break from working so damn hard all the time.”
She slowly and confidently straightens her legs and brings her feet back down to the purple mat underneath her. I consider myself to be in good shape but there’s no way in hell I could so something like that.
“I brought breakfast,” I say, holding up the bag.
“Hmm. Is there a cranberry lemon muffin in that bag of yours?”
“You’ll have to invite me in and see for yourself,” I grin.
She turns for the patio door and waves me forward with a careless flick of her wrist. If I didn’t know better I’d say Hanna is trying to play it cool.
I walk through the doors into a spacious kitchen and watch her as she grabs a bottle of water from the fri
dge and chugs back almost the entire thing. I open the bag and hold out a cranberry lemon muffin but when she reaches for it, I pull it away and she stumbles slightly, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch her hand and pull her close.
“What are you doing?”
I press my mouth firmly to hers and once I’m certain that I’ve made my point, I pull back and hand her the muffin.
“Good morning Hanna,” I say.
“Good morning,” she says hoarsely.
She takes a seat on the stool beside me and eyes me suspiciously as she takes a large bite. I pass her one of the coffees and once she takes a sip, her eyes still on me, she clears her throat and gets right to the point.
“What are you doing here Brent?”
“What do you think I’m doing here?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” she says rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell me this was your first ever one night stand, because I am not going to educate you on the proper etiquette.”
“Is that all you wanted Hanna, a one night stand?” I take the coffee cup from her hand and set it on the counter. She swallows hard and when I see the peaks of her nipples poke through her bra, I know I’m making progress. She looks up at me, her eyes not wavering from mine.
“No,” she says. “To be honest, I found your cock and your skills in bed to be quite excellent. But I don’t know how long I plan on staying and it seems silly to treat this as anything other than a one- time thing.”
“You think my cock is excellent?”
“A-plus actually. Width, length, shaft aesthetics. Pretty much everything about your cock has me wanting a table for two at the international house of yes please, but that’s beside the point. Because I could be leaving as early as next week,” she blurts out quickly.
“The international house of yes please?”
“Oh my God, this conversation is going to take forever if you keep repeating me,” she says impatiently. “Ya know, IHOP? International house of pancakes? Except with your dick...”
