Just A Man (The Porter Trilogy Book 1)

by Shannon Youngblood

  He took me into another door that lead to an en suite bathroom and propped me on the vanity in between the his and hers sink. Bending down he opened up the cabinet between my legs and rustled around until he found what he was looking for; a first aid kit. I took a glance around the bathroom. In the middle of the marble flooring was a whirlpool tub and it looked like it could have fit half the LA Lakers in it. I envisioned what it would be like to take a bath in it and silently sighed. On the far side of the door was a standup shower with three, no, four showerheads that would shoot down all over the lucky person bathing. It was beautiful. There was a bench and a chaise lounge across from the tub as well.

  “Charlotte, swing your leg over the sink, sweetheart, this is going to sting.” his concern could be heard through each word and it made my heart smile.

  Sweetheart? Did Alex Porter just call me sweetheart? I did as he directed and stuck my leg out over the counter with my knee right above the sink. He opened up the hydrogen peroxide and guided it to my knee. Before he poured it, he grabbed my hand and squeezed. It was touching, and I would have thought more about it had he not taken that opportunity to dump the horrific acid all over my flesh. It stung and I hissed, probably breaking a few of his fingers in the process. I scrunched my eyes together and took slow, even breaths. God, I was acting like such a child. I felt like a child who had skinned her knee riding a bike.

  A few seconds later he flexed his fingers to remind me I was holding him a bit tight, and I loosed my grip. Looking down, I noticed that I did, indeed, do a number to my knee. The initial cut was pretty bad. It looked like it might need stitches. I watched as he went back to the first aid kit and pulled out a few butterflies. Pinching the skin together, which drew another hiss out of me, he fasted two butterflies to my knee and then covered them both with gauze and medical tape.

  I looked up to him to thank him and apologize again, but when his gaze swept over mine, I felt a shiver run through me and the hairs on my arms stand up. I couldn’t read his eyes, they were a mystery to me, but I wanted to know what he was thinking. He looked down at my lips and then back up at my eyes. Asking me a silent question to which I had no answer. He put his arm out and scooted my legs off of the counter so they were dangling in front of him before he stepped in between them. His eyes never left mine.

  I was breathing heavy. My chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate. I could hear the blood pulsing in my veins. I felt a familiar pressure building between my legs and I knew he was waiting for my response to the question his eyes had asked. I wanted to scream ‘YES!’ but my mouth stayed closed. After many seconds, or minutes, I wasn’t sure, I broke the contact with my eyes and looked down at his luscious lips. He must have taken that as his needed invitation because his mouth immediately descended on mine.

  His lips were soft but the passion pouring from them was excruciating. He kissed my mouth with the hunger of an unfed man and it was all I could do to keep up with him and his intensity. When he tongue came out and poked at my closed lips, I wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for. My mind was a swirl of emotions and my brain couldn’t think. I guess I wasn’t acting fast enough, because he nipped at my bottom lip.

  I gasped with surprise and my mouth involuntarily opened. He wasted no time plunging his tongue deep into my waiting mouth. I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him in deeper. I couldn’t seem to get close enough, and I wanted him as close as possible. My body took over, obviously knowing what needed to be done. Our tongues danced with each other in a raging battle. We nipped, sucked and licked every inch of each other’s lips. It was fierce, demanding, and wildly exciting, but I knew in the back of my mind that this was bad. I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to savor every second I had, so I pushed the thought deep into a locked chest I kept in my head for all thoughts I didn’t want to think about at any given time.

  Alex reached his arms around me and grabbed a handful of my thick red hair and tugged lightly at it. The pressure on my head was exhilarating, but I pulled my head back down giving him a little fight. He seemed to enjoy it and gave me an even stronger tug, disengaging our lips. I sucked in a gulp of air as he trailed kisses and bites down my throat, across my collarbone, and into the hollow of my neck. When I tried to look down, he kept my hair firmly in place, which prevented me from seeing him. I let a moan escape my lips and heard him growl in response.

  I was wet, I knew I was. This was the most exciting thing I had done in so long and I wanted to enjoy it and embrace it before my past came back to bite me in the ass. I reached up and grabbed him by the hair in the same way he was gripping mine. I gave it a tug and he looked up at me, grinning. It’s the first time I had ever seen him smile, even a little bit, and it took my breath away. He dipped back down to my neck and bit down lightly, causing me to yelp in surprise and loosen my hold on his hair. I was so turned on in that moment that all I could do was put my hands on the sink and lean back to enjoy. My breasts were pushed up with my new position and he took no time at all to pounce on those as well.

  It was such a warm day that I had only worn a thin spaghetti strap lace camisole and jean shorts to run my errands, and I was so thankful for it now. He slowly pulled down my camisole, cupping my breasts through my lace bra and running a finger over my already budding nipple. He released my hair from his other hand and pushed the straps down my arms, exposing my breasts to his gaze. He feasted on me with his eyes before leaning in and drawing my nipple into his waiting mouth. I threw my head back in ecstasy. While his tongue licked and bit my right nipple, his hand kneaded and pinched my left. I could feel a building starting between my legs. I tried pressing my thighs together for some friction but I had a large man between them, effectively blocking me. He must have caught on to my actions, because he chuckled, but never lifted his mouth from my breast.

  I should have stopped this. I needed to stop this, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep feeling the ecstasy running through me. My head screamed that this was dangerous and I was getting myself into something I knew nothing about. Not only was he my boss, but I had only, really, just met the man. I almost considered saying something, but my mouth wouldn’t move and the only sound coming from it was a gentle mewling. I couldn’t stop the onslaught of intoxication coursing through me.

  I took a peek down and noticed that his basketball shorts were the shape of a tent. He was rock hard and I wanted to touch him in the worst way. I lifted my hand off the sink to do just that. I wasn’t bold enough to actually reach down his shorts but I pressed my hand down his chest and his abdomen and down to the outside of his shorts, wrapping my hand around his massive erection. I felt him jolt up, releasing my nipple in the process.

  “Fuck, Charlie!” he hissed, arching his back slightly, inviting my touch, pressing into it.

  I continued to wrap my hands around him and stroke him through his shorts, up and down. I was drunk with lust and couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. It was powerful stuff and, for the first time since meeting this man, I felt a modicum of control. It didn’t last very long.

  Before I knew it, he was grabbing me around the waist and carrying me into the bedroom. My legs instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist. My knee screamed out its discontent, but the pleasure coursing through me let me ignore it. This was bliss, and although I should have been mortified, my brain couldn’t wrap around anything but lust.

  He plopped me down on the bed and covered me with his body, reclaiming my mouth with his. Our tongues were a demanding tangle, taking and giving. His arms snaked up between us and grabbed at my sensitive breasts again. When I tried to move my hands from my side, he swooped in and lifted them above my head, pinning them both down with one of his hands. I was completely immobilized. It terrified me and I let out an involuntary whimper.

  He looked up and stared me down with confusion before he said. “Don’t move your hands, Charlie, no matter what. I mean it.”

  I could tell in his eyes
he did mean it. So, when he released his grip on my wrists, I didn’t move. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, but I didn’t dare remove them from above my head. I wanted everything I heard in the promise of his voice and I wouldn’t jeopardize it.

  I lifted my head up to watch him as he pushed the bottom of my tank up, revealing my flat stomach. Dipping his head down, he planted kisses around my navel and took little nips along the way. My skin was on fire as the blood rushed to the surface, and my back arched, taking and enjoying every pass of his lips. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to ever end, and if it wasn’t a dream, I knew I would relive it for many weeks and months to come.

  I felt him pop the button on my jean shorts and bring the zipper down. Thank God I had worn panties without holes. I had actually put on a pair of lace red ones when I exited the shower this morning, knowing that feeling mentally better always made a person feel physically better. Whether that was the case or not, I didn’t care, I was just glad I did.

  He placed his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and slowly started peeling them from my body. I instinctively reached down to cover up when he shot me a silent warning to keep my hands where they were. After he pulled them down my legs and had removed them completely, he sat there and looked at my lacy underwear with glossy eyes. For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw something gleaming in his eyes, but then it was gone.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled. I wasn’t even sure if I had heard him right. His eyes penetrated right through my clothes, leaving me feeling vulnerable. I tensed under his watchful gaze, but when he felt my body seize up, he stopped staring and returned to my mouth. The calmness was instantaneous. Unlike the kiss in the bathroom, this was far more gentle. He ran his tongue over my top and bottom lip and grazed them with his teeth. Our tongues danced in even tempo together to an unheard song. It was making me dizzy.

  My body hummed in appreciation as he let his hands roam free around my stomach and my legs. He lifted slightly from the kiss to look down at me when his hand slipped under the lace material to caress me in my most intimate place. I closed my eyes in satisfaction and let my body open to the pleasure. When he parted my folds and dipped a finger into my waiting sex, I just about died on the spot. No one had been near me there since I was 16.

  I didn’t want to think about my teenage years, not when I was being pleasured by this God like man. He quickly found the source of my pleasure and began a torturous assault on my tiny nub. Pinching. Rubbing. Circling with his fingers. When he pushed two fingers deep inside me, I let out a cry and my back bowed off the bed. He plunged in a few more times before extracting his fingers and thrusting them in his mouth. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of my arousal on his digits.

  It was incredibly erotic and, if possible, it made me even wetter. I made a whimpering noise, which caused him to look up with his eyebrows scrunched together. He didn’t speak, but I could tell he was debating my sounds and his next move.

  “Please.” It was all I could say. My mouth was dry and I was having trouble just getting in some vital oxygen. “Please.” I needed him, more than I needed my next breath. I needed some sort of release and I could only achieve it with him. The need inside of me was more than I could handle, and if this encounter ended in me being fired and never seeing him again I wanted this memory to sear into my brain for eternity.

  “Please what, Charlie? What do you want me to do to you? You’ll have to tell me, Charlie,” he said, as he pushed his fingers back into me with my lacy underwear acting as a barrier, not letting him enter fully.

  “I need to come, please Alex, I need to come.” It took every bit of energy I possessed to even say those words. But he didn’t deny. With a grunt, he stuffed his finger through a lace hole in my panties and shredded them from my body. I gasped at the harshness of his actions and then flung myself back on the bed as he knelt by the side of the bed, grabbed me by the hips, pulled me to the edge, and his mouth descended on me.

  His tongue plunged into my sex and lapped at the juices I was spilling before he caught my clit in a gentle nip and circled it with his tongue. I was on fire. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to breathe. I wanted to explode. I already felt the building rising deep within me. This was going to be volcanic. I gripped the sheets of the bed to keep my body from floating away. I wanted to feel every lick and every bite.

  As if he knew my intentions without me saying them, he began to slow down to a lazy rhythm, bringing me back from the edge of my climax. I wanted to scream, but the feelings were still too good to be mad at him.

  “You come when I tell you to come, Charlie. Do you understand me?” His voice was lust filled and heavy. It made my head spin. When I didn’t answer, he stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “I expect an answer when I’m speaking to you, Miss Hightower,” slipping back into his formal greeting for me.

  “Yes.” I murmured looking down at him, my cheeks tinting with red.

  “Yes, what, Charlie?” he asked.

  “Yes, I won’t come until you tell me to.”

  “Good girl, now lay back down,” and I did, with my hands raised back up above my head. He returned his head back to the apex of my thighs and began again his greedy assault. My orgasm came back full force and I tensed all over. I wasn’t going to let go until he told me to. I don’t know why I felt the need to submit to his demand, but I did. He pushed one, and then, two fingers inside of me, filling me up, claiming me, pushing me dangerously close to the edge of insanity.

  “Are you ready, Charlie?” he asked in between torturous licks.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, Charlie. I need to see your eyes!”

  I opened my eyes and stared into his amber pools.

  “Come for me now!” he demanded, rocking his fingers into my harder, and pressing into my g-spot, his thumb massaging my clit.

  “Oh God, Alex!” I screamed as an orgasm so massive shot through my body. I felt as if I had been shot out of a cannon into the starry sky, a roller coaster of sensations swirling within me. I felt drunk again and I didn’t want to come down from my blissful cloud. I wanted to stay up there forever. I laid my head back down on the bed and closed my eyes, willing my breathing to return to normal, as ripples of pleasure cascaded through me.

  Alex rubbed small circles around my clit, bringing me down from my mind blowing climax. His head was laid across my stomach as he just touched me. I tried to open my eyes to look at him, but I couldn’t see straight. After a few moments, my breathing returned to somewhat normal. Alex dragged himself up my body and planted a kiss onto my forehead before standing up, sliding that invisible impassive mask over his face, and leaving the room. My body felt instantly cold, absent of the heat I had just had. My orgasm and sense of peace diminishing, replaced with mortification. Oh God, what had I just done?

  Chapter 10

  Shame. It was the only emotion I could process at the moment. I hadn’t been with a man in so long. Hell, I didn’t even know I could feel the way I had just felt. The few experiences I had had in years past never left me feeling in complete bliss. My body had felt relaxed, sated, and limp, like a wet noodle. Now, I could feel the stiffness returning, coupled with an extreme desire to run and never look back.

  I sat up and looked around the room to find my shorts. They were carelessly thrown at the end of the bed. At my feet were the scraps left over from the panties. I slid off the side of the bed reaching for my shorts. I pulled them up my body, the material gliding across my warm flesh. When they were pulled all the way up, I winced a little. The hard denim scraping across my sensitive clit ran a shiver through me as I had no barrier between my flesh and the material. Standing up made my knee ache, but the pain was dulled by the overwhelming need to flee my current environment.

  I scooped up my worthless lace panties and thrust them into my pocket. I could feel the tears threatening in my eyes, but I dared not shed them while still in his house. I still had to make it d
own the stairs and out of the apartment, hopefully without having to face him. Monday would come soon enough. I had no idea where my clutch ended up. I would have just left it here if it didn’t have my drivers license, my phone, and my car keys in it. I couldn’t very well walk back to Corona. It would take me days.

  I stood up and looked around for my flip flops, but they were nowhere to be found either. Come to think of it, I didn’t remember having them on at all during my first aid ministrations and what happened in bed. Maybe they fell off when I fell. I felt my face flush again from the memory. How was I ever going to look at Mr. Porter again? I’d snooped in his home, fell down the stairs, he had to give me medical attention, and then he turned me into a wanton slut. After all was said and done, he had looked at me like I was a play thing, or worse, like I was nothing. The thought of his face morphing from one of lust to one of impassivity had me close to shedding my brimming tears.

  I decided I could break down once I was in my own car, so I lifted my chin and walked out of the bedroom door. As soon as I exited, I heard the familiar thump thump thump coming from the room across the hall. Recognizing the sound, I mentally slapped myself again for thinking it had been a thief. I walked quickly to the stairs, not even chancing a peek into the home gym. I walked as quickly as I could to the stairs and, making sure I gripped the handrail the entire time, I flew down.

  I scanned the bottom of the staircase for my shoes and my bag, but they weren’t there. My frown deepened when I went to the kitchen to look on the counter and, again, found them missing. I couldn’t imagine having to go back up the stairs to ask for my things. I had to find them and get out of this apartment as soon as possible so I could break down in private.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I found my shoes by the front door and my purse on the entryway table. I didn’t think about the fact that Alex had to have put them there, I just wanted out of this environment. I slipped on the shoes, grabbed my bag, and exited the house as quickly as my feet could carry me. I wanted to get home, curl up in my bed, and cry. But, most of all, I wanted to sleep, without seeing amber eyes in any capacity. My feelings were raw and I needed solitude to process and regroup. Not even Danny would be able to pull me from this until I had processed what had happened.