Chronicles of a Hot Mess

by S. E. Rose

  She began to meet him, thrust for thrust, her hands came up and squeezed his upper arms for support. He made a few circles, stretching her as he went, and she moaned, a sexy, low sound that vibrated her body around him. He had to take a breath to keep from exploding inside her.

  He rolled them over so that she was on top, and her eyes widened in surprise.

  “Your turn,” he said with a grin and she grinned back at him and rotated her pelvis, so he went even deeper into her. He groaned her name and he gripped her hips and forced her down on him. The grin disappeared from her face as her eyes closed, he could feel her muscles starting to clench and he knew she was close. He loosened his grip on her hips and let her ride him and damn did she ride him. Her movements became fast, and she leaned forward, grinding herself against his pubic bone as she kept him firmly implanted deep inside her. He began thrusting faster, meeting her movements and feeling the head of his cock begin to enlarge. He knew he was close, but he wanted her to come, to feel her muscles spasming around his dick.

  Just when he felt he couldn’t hold back a second longer, she cried out and then he felt it. Her muscles gripped him so tightly, he came in an exploding, symphony of sound and feeling. His balls drew up so far, he knew the condom was filled with his seed before he even had finished. She fell on his chest, her muscles still clenching and unclenching around his spent cock as he continued to pump inside her several more times before he relaxed into the mattress.

  Chapter 19

  He kissed the top of her head and she squirmed, making him want to start all over again. He lifted her off him slowly and laid her down on the bed, so he could dispose of the condom, and then he rolled back over and looked down at her. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and she smiled at him.

  “That was...,” she started, grinning.

  “Fucking amazing?” he suggested with an equally big grin.

  She shrugged, and he launched himself on top of her and tickled her. She laughed and slapped at him.

  “Stop!” she cried out in between laughing and squirming beneath him, and suddenly his dick was erect again and it grazed against her wet heat and he groaned as the tip of his cock ran up and down her slit. She started squirming, but in a whole different way. “Don’t stop,” she said as she rubbed herself against his cock. Just as he slipped a little inside her, he quickly pulled back and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripping the packet open with his teeth as he rolled it on and plunged back inside of her. He wanted to be bareback so badly, but he wasn’t willing to risk anything, not with his Lyla. He stopped for a moment as that realization dawned on him. His Lyla, he thought. It didn’t scare him nearly as much as he thought it should.

  He started moving again. She moaned and rocked her ass back against him. He couldn’t help thinking how perfectly they fit together, how synchronized their movements were. It was so natural as though their bodies were designed for the other’s pleasure.

  He continued to rock against her, and then he reached around and found her clit and started making fast circles over it with his finger. He felt the moment she lost control. He continued thrusting as her body sank down into the mattress, and then as her muscles gave a final involuntary clench, he exploded inside of her.

  He forced himself to stay upright as he pulled out of her and tossed the condom in the trash before collapsing beside her on the bed.

  “You want to shower?” he asked her. She nodded into the mattress and he laughed.

  “Come on, then,” he said, and he held out a hand to her. She took it, and he once more noted how small it was in his. Tinkerbell, the name floated to the forefront of his head again as he led her to the bathroom.

  “Holy shit!” she cried out as he flipped on the light.

  He looked back at her and laughed when he saw her gaping mouth and wide eyes. He looked around and realized that his bathroom was fairly impressive. He didn’t think much about it, but he certainly did appreciate all the details his designer had added.

  “Please tell me we can go swimming in that!?” she asked excitedly, almost bobbing up and down like a child as she pointed to his hot tub that was made for six people. In his younger, wild days, he once had six people in there, but that was when he had first built the house and it was only a few weeks later that he was injured.

  “Swimming?” he laughed as he turned on the faucet and filled up the tub. Then he turned on the shower and pressed a few buttons on the wall.

  “Oh. My. God. I’m in love,” she professed as she walked into the room-sized shower. He just stood and watched her. It was surely the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed as steam and water spray pulsed over her from every angle, water flowing down her body in rivulets.

  “Aren’t you coming in? There’s definitely enough room,” she said with a wink and smile.

  He didn’t wait as he stepped inside. His eyes closed as the massaging shower jets sprayed over his body. He really did fucking love his shower. He opened them and looked down at Lyla, whose eyes were closed as she let water rain down over her. And right now, he loved what was in the shower with him.

  Lyla

  She was never leaving this shower. Yep, never, she thought as the rainfall showerhead cascaded water over her, while powerful massaging jets shot water against her back. She had died and gone to heaven, and heaven was apparently a shower.

  She opened her eyes and found Amery watching her intently. She blushed. “Your shower is amazing!” she exclaimed.

  “I suppose it is,” he agreed as he reached for the body soap, which he lathered on his hands and then proceeded to run them down her body. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured as he cleaned her. She let him touch her everywhere as he made sure to leave no inch of her skin unbathed. Then, she returned the favor, after which his dick was standing at attention.

  “Are you for real?” Lyla asked, gripping his cock as she finished cleaning it.

  “W-what?” he stammered as he tried not to think about fucking her again.

  “I’ve never known a guy that could, uh, perform again so quickly,” she said, her shyness slipping away.

  He laughed. “I would say that my stamina is probably on the higher end of the spectrum,” he admitted with a shrug. “Are you disappointed?”

  “No,” she said grinning, her eyes falling to look at his cock.

  “Want to go for that swim?” he asked her.

  She nodded enthusiastically, and he turned off the shower and walked over to the now filled tub. He turned off the water that he had left running to fill the tub and turned on the jets, and then held out his hand to help her in; she stumbled slightly and fell into his arms.

  “Careful there, killer,” he whispered against the top of her head as he helped her sit down.

  “I stand corrected. I think I love your tub even more than the shower,” she said as she sank into the water.

  He laughed. “Should I give the two of you a minute?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  She turned red, and he gave her a devilish grin. “Shut it,” she huffed. “Let me just enjoy this for a second.”

  About thirty seconds later, she opened one eye to find Amery watching her intently. His eyes were dark again and beneath the water, she could see he was more than ready for her. She smirked as she leaned forward and submerged her head in the water as she took him into her mouth and sucked hard. She could hear him curse, and she wanted to giggle, but she also wanted to continue sucking on him. He was too large to fit completely in her mouth, but she used her hand and kept her lips firmly sealed over his skin, so the water wouldn’t get inside her mouth. He lifted onto a ledge, so she wasn’t submerged in the water any longer, and she breathed through her nose as the air filled her lungs.

  He tasted good and his skin was smooth. She ran her tongue over the vein running up his cock as she bobbed her head up and down over and over. Eventually, she could hear him murmuring something and by the way his balls drew tight, she knew he was letting her know he was about t
o come. She continued her efforts, and then he came, shooting stream after stream down her throat. She ran her tongue once more up his cock as she pulled away and licked her lips.

  “Jesus, woman, you should teach a class in oral sex,” he said as he steadied himself on the ledge of the tub.

  She grinned. She hadn’t done that in a very long time, but she had been praised by previous boyfriends, so she knew she had some skills.

  She leaned back and let herself float, yeah, the tub was literally that large. She heard Amery laugh. “Well, I guess if you’re tiny, you can swim in this tub,” he noted.

  She smiled and then she felt him beside her. He traced a hand down her center and goose bumps formed over her skin. Her eyes flew open, and he was right there hovering over her.

  She surprised him and grabbed his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers. He held her head, and they kissed while she floated in the tub. Finally, he pulled back and looked down at her.

  “We should get out before we turn into prunes,” he said to her. She nodded, and he lifted her out and placed her on the floor. She quickly realized that the floor must be heated because the tiles were pleasantly warm. He handed her a giant fluffy towel, and she dried herself off and then he took her hand once more and they walked back to the bed.

  He pulled back the covers and held them, so she could crawl inside, and he joined her, pulling her tightly against him and kissing her forehead as she snuggled into him. He reveled in how right it felt to hold her. He pressed a button on the nightstand, and the lights turned off in his room.

  “Wow, fancy,” she said.

  He laughed. “I was young, and I had a lot of money. I didn’t know what to do with it all. So, I built this monstrosity,” he explained.

  “Well, you have excellent taste,” she teased.

  He chuckled. “I’ll let my designer know you approve.”

  “What? Your younger self didn’t have the foresight to ask for remote-controlled showers and lights?” she gasped sarcastically, and he tickled her.

  “Very funny,” he said.

  “I thought so,” she laughed.

  “Get some sleep, because I’m waking you up in the morning, and you aren’t leaving my bed until I’ve made you come at least three more times,” he told her.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you might have a sex problem?” she asked, and he felt her grin against his chest.

  “Oh, I’ll show you a problem,” he said tickling her again.

  “OK, OK,” she said, gasping for air. “I concede, you win. You are a sex god, please have mercy on me,” she said giggling.

  “A sex god? I like that,” he said with a smug grin on his face. She slapped his chest playfully and rolled her eyes.

  “Careful there or your ego won’t fit through the door,” she said.

  “Goodnight, Lyla,” he answered.

  “Goodnight, Amery,” she replied, and she placed her head back on his chest as they both fell asleep.

  Chapter 20

  She woke the next morning and found herself completely draped over Amery and drooling. She tried to wipe the drool away before he woke, but then she heard him laugh. She groaned.

  “I was wondering if you were going to wake up,” he asked.

  She blushed. “Sorry,” she muttered as she wiped her drool away. He pulled her down again and rolled them over.

  “A little drool never scared me,” he said as he kissed her, and she quickly forgot about said drool incident.

  “Hungry?” he asked as he pulled away. She nodded, and he smirked.

  “Me too,” he said as he slowly moved down her body and under the sheets and then his mouth was on her. He was unrelenting as he teased her with his tongue and lips, and then his fingers until she came hard. He grabbed a condom and was inside her, bringing them both to a quick climax.

  “Now for the food,” he murmured against her neck as he kissed his way up to her face.

  He gave her a smack on the lips and threw on some sweatpants before heading downstairs. “There’s a robe on the inside of the closet door if you want to put that on,” he said to her from the stairs. She suddenly realized she only had her gala dress. She groaned. She’d be forced to do a walk of shame later.

  She threw on the robe and wandered downstairs. She found Amery busy making what appeared to be omelets. She took a seat at the breakfast bar and watched him as she poured them both an orange juice from the carafe sitting out on the counter. She took a sip and moaned. She was thirsty.

  “Don’t make sounds like that, angel,” he said as he turned around and took a sip of the OJ.

  “Sorry,” she muttered. “I’m really thirsty.”

  “Well, you should be. It’s my bad. I should have gotten us some water last night, I was just a little preoccupied.” He shrugged as he turned back to flip the omelet.

  She grinned and squirmed in the seat. She was a little raw this morning. She looked up and saw Amery watching her.

  “I guess I’ll need to be creative with that third orgasm,” he said with a smirk.

  She spat out the orange juice, and he chuckled and tossed her a towel. His phone rang, and he answered it.

  “Hey,” he said cheerfully. “Yeah, I was planning earlier in the week, but maybe I can go up later or stay longer. Sure. Nope. Great, I’ll call you later and we can figure out the details. Yeah, love you too, monkey.”

  Lyla quirked an eyebrow at him.

  “My youngest sister,” he said to her. “I have to be in Newark this coming week and she does too, so she wanted to meet up and hang out.”

  “That’s nice,” Lyla said. He shrugged and smiled.

  He served them up breakfast and just as they began eating the doorbell rang. She was a little startled and wanted to sprint up the back staircase and hide from whoever was visiting first thing in the morning, but Amery seemed as cool as a cucumber as he walked to the front door. She heard him chatting with someone before he closed the door and walked back in, setting a bag on the counter as he did so. She looked over at the shopping bag with curiosity. He was getting clothes delivered on a Sunday morning?

  He didn’t say a word about it as they finished breakfast. He cleared their plates, and she insisted on helping put the dishes in the dishwasher. They again worked well together, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to wake up like this every morning. She knew he traveled often for work, but the days he wasn’t gone...she quelled her thoughts not wanting to think about a relationship that may never get to that level.

  She finished drying the frying pan and put it away and then turned to find him standing in her path. He didn’t say a word as he pulled her robe open, exposing her naked body underneath. The hunger in his eyes kept any morsel of self-doubt or shyness away as he pushed the robe off her shoulders, so she stood completely naked in the middle of his kitchen. He lifted her off the ground until they were face-to-face, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them over to the breakfast bar. He set her down on the cold stone counter and spread her legs wide as he stood in between them. He traced the line of her jaw and kissed her. His lips sought ownership over hers. She let him claim her with that kiss. Then his kisses trailed down her neck, and she leaned her head, exposing more skin for his teeth to graze as he traveled the length of her body until he was seated between her thighs. He ran a finger along the lips of her sex, and she let out a harsh breath.

  “I owe you that third orgasm,” he whispered as he looked at her, not even glancing at her arousal, but instead his gaze never left her eyes.

  “It’s OK,” she assured him. “You can give me an IOU.”

  He laughed. “I prefer to pay upfront,” he murmured as he leaned his head down, still keeping his eyes locked on hers.

  “Well, then, who am I to argue?” she breathed as his lips found her clit and his finger pushed inside of her. She tried so hard to keep her eyes locked on his, but they kept falling shut with the intensity of the feelings she was having. Whenever her ey
es closed, he would pull back, forcing her to look at him again. He took his time building her up and just when she was sure she’d go insane if she didn’t come, he flicked his finger rapidly inside her, and she called out his name as her body went stiff.

  “Wow,” she said as she leaned her head back against the countertop.

  “Come on, let’s get a shower,” he said. He pulled her up and grabbed her robe from the floor. He held it out for her and she placed her arms through the holes as he closed it around her and tied it up like a neat little package before taking her hand in his, leading her back to the single most amazing shower she had ever seen.

  As she got out of the shower, following much coaxing from Amery, he handed her the bag that had been delivered. She looked at him with curiosity as she opened the bag and inside she found a pair of jeans, t-shirt, bra, panties, and flip-flops. Her eyes shot up to his with a bit of shock and a whole lot of admiration.

  “I couldn’t have you going home in that gala dress. I don’t ever want you to feel ashamed of what is happening between us, no walk of shame, ever,” he said adamantly.

  “You didn’t have to do this. I...” She trailed off.

  “But I did,” he said in a sexy voice before planting a quick kiss on her lips.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, and he grinned at her as he dropped the towel that had been hanging around his waist and walked into his walk-in closet. She stood and gaped at his backside. Damn, did he have a nice ass. She had always admired Nate’s ass, but Amery’s was, well, Nate didn’t have anything on Amery, that was for sure.

  Chapter 21

  Amery

  Pulling up to Lyla’s house didn’t feel good. In fact, Amery wanted to pull right back out of the driveway and take Lyla home with him. Lyla’s phone rang as he parked the car, and she quickly answered.

  “Hey, Kevin, everything good for tomorrow?” she asked as she stared out the car window. “Oh, oh no, wow that’s awful. I see. OK, well, keep me posted. Yep, I’m just hanging out at my house at the moment. Yep. OK, see you later.”