by Kylie Walker
Adele looked from me to Erica then back again before her smile turned to a knowing smirk. She hooked her arm around Jenny’s and tugged her close. “Let’s get a drink, shall we, Jen?”
As much as I might want to kick her pert behind sometimes, at least Adele could take a hint. With an absurdly obvious wink at me, she shuffled Jenny out of the open door and into the backyard to join the festivities.
Leaving me alone with Erica.
“So…I guess all the ‘nice-to-meet-you-vibes’ got a little too intense for the girls.” She surprised me when she spoke first, her tone low and amused. When her blue eyes sparkled mischievously, I swallowed a groan of pure lust.
“Me, intense? Noooo…” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m really easy going. Melanie will back me up.”
Erica arched a brow ever so slightly. “Your maid? Who you scared the bejesus out of?”
I sighed, shaking my head as I feigned humility. “Not maid – housekeeper. Melanie’s one of the family. And how is it my fault she falls for it every single time?”
Finally, I got a laugh – and I wasn’t disappointed. If Erica was gorgeous when she got up in the morning, she was fucking radiant when she smiled. She lit up, blue eyes gleaming, luscious lips parting to reveal even, white teeth.
I wanted to kiss her. More than anything in the cosmos I wanted to see if she tasted just as goddamned decadent as she looked, but I knew better. I couldn’t just slobber all over the girl. I had to charm her.
Luckily enough for me, charm is my middle name. “I can see that you have an amazing way with women.” She ran a hand through her dark hair, cocking a hip out as she stared me down fearlessly. This chick was anything but coy – and I loved it.
“You have no idea. They fall all over me.” I gestured to the width of my chest with a chuckle. “A manly shoulder to cry on.”
“And should I assume you’re the one making them cry in the first place? Heartbreaker Brett?” Erica feigned a long suffering sigh before shaking her head. “I’ll not be taken in by your schemes, sir. No way.” With that, she took my remaining coke to pop the top and tip her head back for a long swig. I watched every entrancing motion of her throat, hoping my hard-on wasn’t blazingly obvious beneath the swim trunks I wore. I suppose I had to count it a boon I hadn’t actually hopped in the water yet. If that had been the case, I would have been on public display.
When she lowered the coke from her lips, the little minx winked at me before stalking through the open doors to the party in the back yard.
I didn’t know whether to curse or follow her like a fucking puppy. In the end, I decided on the latter. I was pretty sure that if I didn’t have Erica, I was going to implode from my balls up.
And just like that, every other chick I’d been flirting with at the party ceased to exist. There had been three or four, but to be fair, they’d approached me, and I played along. Cute girls, but I hadn’t really come to this party with the intention of getting “involved”. I just wanted to have a few beers, chill with my boys, and otherwise enjoy my summer out of classes.
Of course, all of that changed the moment I saw Erica.
I was like a hunk of iron, and she was a goddamn magnet. I trailed after her all afternoon long, watching with slavering jaws when she slid out of her shorts and t-shirt to take a dip in the pool. Envying every drop of water that slid off her perfect, smooth tanned skin. I had no idea what it was about her – her smile, her laugh – the way she goofed around with Adele and Jenny, totally oblivious to anyone watching her…
To me, it seemed like every girl there was so absorbed in hair-flipping and lying out for the hungry eyes of menfolk that they barely had time to actually act like girls – which was where Erica put them all to shame.
And if that wasn’t enough, instead of sticking to wine coolers and Smirnoff like her girlfriends, she went for bottled Hefeweizen.
And that was it. I was so done.
From the corner of the pool where I’d been as secretive about spying as I possibly could, I lifted myself out of the water before making a beeline for the cooler where Erica was making ridiculous faces at Adele. The blonde was doubled over from laughing so hard, and I found I had to keep myself from snickering a bit.
After all, I had a mission.
“Excuse me, ladies.” Reaching between Adele and Jenny, I took Erica’s hand with a winning smile. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
I ignored Adele’s obtrusive kissing sounds, concentrating solely on Erica. Her lips quirked up in amusement before she took a sip of her beer. What she didn’t do, however, was yank her hand from mine.
And that was a point for me. “Can I take my beer?”
God, a woman after my own heart.
“You can get me one too.” Adele’s kissing sounds only increased in volume as Erica pulled away for the scant moment it took her to lean over the cooler and root around for another beer. At this point, her shorts were long gone, and my libido literally tried to claw its way out of me to get at the pert globes of her behind. Thankfully, it only took about three second for her to find the beer before she was popping the cap on the side of a picnic table and handing it to me.
When I took her hand again, this time her fingers curled around mine and I wanted to beat my chest like a goddamn gorilla in triumph as I led her away from the pool. The moment we were inside with the back door closed behind us, she looked up at me with a knowing smile. “You have been stalking me, Brett.”
“Have I?” Was I that goddamn obvious?
“I could feel your eyes on my ass like fucking laser targets.” Erica chuckled, taking another sip of her beer. “No prettier girls for you to obsess over?”
“Not about looks.” I grinned, taking a swig of the cold Heffweiser. “I like a girl with a good taste in beer.”
“And that’s me?” Ok, now she was being coy – but damned if I wasn’t already hooked.
“You know damn straight it is.”
“Ok, fine. Maybe it is.” She set her beer down on the coffee table. Somehow during the course of our conversation, we had meandered away from the kitchen - and the sliding glass door that led to the back yard – and into the family room. Here the noise was much further away. We were alone.
Blessedly alone. “So where does that put us now?”
Where did it put us? Well I certainly knew where I wanted to be – and surprisingly enough it wasn’t at the goddamn party. In answer, I merely set my beer down next to hers and reached out to wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her skin was warm from the sun. Damp from the pool and every other kind of wonderful in between and when I lowered my head to kiss her, she met me halfway. Erica rose onto her tiptoes in an instant, and then, all at once, her tongue was sliding against mine and I was in fucking heaven.
If there had been any doubt in my mind that she was at least as interested in me as I was in her, it was erased the moment she moaned against my mouth. I was hard as a rock in an instant, and this time, I didn’t give two shits whether or not I hid it. Her fingers slid into my hair, scraping against my scalp so goosebumps raised along my arms and I groaned, backing her into the nearest available wall.
Kissing her was even better than I had imagined. She was hot and sweet, and the moment she arched against me, I knew I’d never felt anything so fucking erotic in my entire twenty three years. I barely knew her, but Erica was all I wanted. All I needed. I curled my fingers into the supple flesh of her thighs and lifted her against me. When she pressed against my cock where she was hottest, it took everything I had not to slide her skimpy bikini bottom aside and take her right there against the wall.
…In my parents’ living room.
“Fuck…” The word hissed from between my teeth as she tugged my lower lip between hers, sending a spike of arousal to my already painfully hard cock. This was no place for all the plans I had for the vixen in my arms, which meant we needed to relocate.
“I’m gue
ssing your room is upstairs?” At her breathless inquiry, I chuckled lowly. Just when I hadn’t thought it was possible to like her more than I already did…
I shifted her lithe form so I could carry her bridal style towards the nearest staircase. For the twelfth time that day, I thanked God that my parents trusted me and my siblings enough with these yearly parties enough to take off and give us run of the house. The last thing I needed was them walking in when I was getting down to business.
And I meant to – both literally and figuratively.
As I crested the carpeted steps, she reached behind me to take a handful of my ass through my swim shorts to palm and I hissed. “You’re going to get it, woman.”
“I sure fucking hope so.”
Thankfully, my room was the first on the hallway and I kicked the door open. It only took three long strides to make it to the bed, where I tossed my quarry onto the neatly made coverlet. In the space of a heartbeat, the door was locked behind me, and any and all thoughts of the party left far behind. By the time I turned back to Erica, she was lounging alluringly back against the duvet.
And she’d taken her goddamned bikini top off.
She had a tan from being out in the sun all afternoon, and her tits were nothing short of mouthwatering. Full and ripe, topped with dusky, dark nipples that my fingers itched to tease. Despite my usual well of witty repartee, I couldn’t quite bring any banter to my lips. Instead, I just made my way back to the bed, eating up Erica’s curvaceous, half-naked form with a hungry gaze before I finally pounced.
When my mouth covered hers again, she was laughing softly – but that laugh turned to a heated moan the second my hands found and cupped the heavy globes of her breasts. She smelled like lemonade, summer, and something feminine and floral that just made me want to devour her all the more. When I bit and sucked at her lower lip, she arched against me, her arms sliding securely around my neck. Though I was pretty sure that I could have spent the rest of the afternoon just kissing her – memorizing the taste of her mouth and the breathy little sounds she made – there were choicer parts of her that I wanted to sample.
As if she’d read my mind, Erica’s slender fingers curled through my hair once more, and she directed me gently – but very firmly – downwards. I love a woman who knows what she wants. I nipped at her chin briefly before moving onto the slim line of her throat. There, I created a network of red and purple bruises, sucking and biting until she squirmed. I sipped at the line of her collarbone, growled against her shoulder, and finally, finally, wound my tongue around the pert bead of her nipple.
Her soft gasp of pleasure rewarded me and when the peak of her breast hardened against my tongue, I fastened on to suck hungrily.
A low epithet hissed from her as her grip tightened on my scalp. “Brett…” My name from her lips only made my cock jump against my already stifling swim trunks and I groaned, pressing her tits upward and together so I could move from one nipple to the other with ease.
I was in heaven – and every sigh and whimper from Erica only sent me higher.
Despite her squirming, it was a good while before I finally relinquished her tits, leaving them pockmarked with dark marks from my mouth. Once that was done, however, I moved down her torso, leaving the lines of her ribs with my tongue and headed straight southward. I was a man with a mission – and nothing would deter me from it.
Or so I thought.
I suppose when I considered the woman was fine as hell, liked beer, and was witty enough to keep up with me, it hadn’t occurred to me that she might be an athlete on par with me. Nonetheless, she managed to push me over and onto my back before straddling me; and before I could be upset at that particular turn of events, I found myself staring up at her glorious topless form and my mouth snapped shut.
“I know what you’re thinking…” She murmured lowly to me, her smile sexy as hell. “And we’ll get there. But I have an agenda too, Brett…” Now she was sliding the heat at the crux of her thighs against me through the thin layers of cloth that separated us, and I all but choked. “And I can be very single-minded when it comes to getting what I want.”
Fuck. Fuck.
I reached up impulsively to dip my fingers beneath the material of her bikini bottom and immediately felt a gush of heated moisture that had me bucking my hips up against hers. “Goddamn, you’re soaked.”
“I’ve been hot since the moment I saw you.”
Well, that made two of us.
My gaze meeting hers, I brought two fingers covered in her sweetness to my mouth to suck them clean. The resulting shudder that passed through her was almost enough reward – almost. “Let me taste you.” I was all but begging by this point. With every fiber of my being I wanted to flip her back over, tear off those flimsy bottoms and burry my face between her legs until all I could taste was her deliciousness. “I need it.”
“Later.” Transfixed, I watched as she lowered the waistband of my swim trunks just enough for my throbbing cock to pop free and bob against my flat stomach. At the sight of it, her eyes widened slightly and I tried to reign in my pride. I’ve always been grateful for certain gifts, and unlike most men my age, I know how to use them. Someone like Erica deserved extra special care, and that started with reassurance.
“It’ll fit like a glove, honey…I’ll make sure you’re nice and sticky sweet before we get to the good part.” Reaching up, I fisted a hand in her hair to bring her gently down for another hungry kiss. My erection pressed against the softness of my belly and I grunted lowly, fighting the urge to toss her onto her back and fuck her absolutely senseless. As I kissed her, my free hand found the sweet heat between her legs once more. As my fingers slid between her slick lower lips, a shuddering moan escaped her and she bucked her hips against mine. The motion all but pressed my fingers into her drenched passage, and the tightness I found there had me biting back a groan. Erica rode my fingers like a dream, tossing her head back so those gorgeous dark waves of hers spilled down her spine and her bare breasts thrust against me.
I slid my fingers against her soft, clenching inner walls until she was trembling against me, meeting every thrust of my digits with a frantic pump of her hips. When my thumb found the tiny, swollen jut of her clit, it took only a handful of rapid strokes before she was coming apart against me.
Erica muffled her low cry against my shoulder, her thighs tensing as her inner muscles clenched deliciously around my fingers. She was gorgeous when she came, and as far as I was concerned, I was addicted to the feel of her undulating against me.
When her tremors subsided, she slumped against my chest, trying to catch her breath. I pressed my lips against her forehead, then her ear, taking the opportunity to murmur lowly. “I want to see that again.”
To my surprise, she responded with soft laughter. “You…are obviously out to kill me.” She finally managed against my neck, and I chuckled.
“I’m pretty sure you’ll die with a smile on your face.”
Chapter 3
ERICA
Assuredly, I did not die – but I came pretty damn close several times throughout the course of the evening. The first of which came when Brett actually penetrated me with that magnificent cock of his. Most men I knew liked to wave around their size like a goddamned pennant of accomplishment when they didn’t actually know how to wield it.
Brett did not have that problem.
Considering that I wasn’t the type to sleep around and I only had a few sexual experiences under my belt, I didn’t expect much. But the fact of the matter was that, had I not been cognizant of the party still in full swing a floor below us, I might have screamed myself hoarse.
Brett knew exactly how to give me what I wanted – gently sometimes, others rough to the point of bruising, and every time hitting that place inside me that rocked my plane of existence with divine, earth-shattering pleasure.
Suffice it to say, we didn’t make it back out to the party, and somewhere between rounds five
and six, I got texts from both Jenny and Adele making sure that I was still alive. After I reassured them that yes, I was still very much a member of the mortal plain, Brett tugged me back into his much abused bed – which we proceeded to further desecrate.
Around maybe one or two in the morning, we were finally too exhausted to head into the double digits. The polite thing for me to do would have been to find my friends and get the hell out of dodge. I had never been the type of girl to see guys as my everything – to run after them like a bat out of hell. But with Brett, I hesitated to leave. Maybe it was my overly sex-addled brain. Maybe it was my equally wobbly legs and kiss-bruised thighs…but I spent a spare moment staring down at his tousled hair and gorgeous visage – and in that moment, he got me.
His fingers encircled my wrist as his eyes slid open to slits to gaze up at me. “Stay.” He murmured drowsily. “Come here.” He tugged me back into the bed – into his arms – and like a goddamned idiot, I complied.
It was the best sleep I’d ever had – I can’t deny that. The sleep of the absolutely zonked out that comes from having so many orgasms your body literally shuts down; I was unconscious until around nine the next morning, and by the time I woke up, the bed was empty and I had about a million texts to answer from my friends.
Of course, I dealt with the most pressing matters first. Yes, I was alright. I was still at Brett’s house and Adele could come with Jenny so I could drive her home later. Yes, the party was undoubtedly amazing – though I didn’t stay for its entirety; and maybe I’d give them all the nitty gritty about my mind-blowing night later. Once all that was said and done, I found both pieces of my swim suit, pulled one of Brett’s shirts over my head and poked my head out of the room to check my surroundings. The last thing I needed was to walk in on a family breakfast.
Thankfully, the house still seemed to be occupied by party-goers. A glance out a nearby window confirmed that something of an after party had started, and though there was no alcohol present, a group of jocks was grilling steaks at nine thirty in the morning.
