Post Mate: A Standalone Racy Read (Deep Desires)

by Liza Mitchell

  She didn’t stop at the end of his scar. Sliding her finger over his smooth skin, she let her hand follow the pull she felt toward his waistband. Goose flesh sprung up across his stomach in the wake of her finger, and James’s voice lowered to a whisper as he told a story about a fall and a misplaced piece of rebar.

  Maybe he wasn’t whispering—her pulse pounded in her ears, and her breath had grown shallower as her nervousness and excitement mounted. He could have been speaking at full volume, unmoved by her wandering hand.

  Elise tore her gaze away from his exposed stomach and met his eyes. He’d stopped talking and was staring back at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

  She licked her lips as she hooked a finger under his waistband. Before she could pull him closer, his body crashed against hers, hands traveling down her back, to explore the secrets hidden by her own shorts.

  CHAPTER SIX

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  JAMES

  Elise. Fucking Elise. This wild woman who skipped work and dove into waterfalls, answered the door naked, invited strangers into her house.

  She seemed to be in her own little world, her fingertips dancing along his skin. His dick had stiffened the very instant she made contact. His pulse quickened, and his cock throbbed excitedly with his heartbeats as her hand traveled lower and lower.

  Lust overcame him, and he pressed himself against her, needing to feel her again. Needing her to feel how fucking hard he was.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands scrambling to find her skin. He shoved his hands into her shorts, spreading his fingers against each of her cheeks. They were firm and plump, and just the perfect handful. He squeezed her ass, lifting her mouth to his.

  A piercing cry tore from her, and James dropped her in a panic, trying to step away, but her finger was still caught in his pants.

  “I’m so sorry. I read it all wrong. The touching and the nipples and the finger and I just thought—” He twisted, trying to escape to the front door. He knew this would happen. He knew it would be too much. He shouldn’t have touched her. Elise drove the rest of her fingers under his waistband and jerked her arm, yanking him back.

  She waved her cast around, trying to get his attention.

  Fuck, her arm.

  “Stop. If you want to go, you can. But you didn’t do anything wrong! My hand is like two inches from your dick, for fuck’s sake. You just had me in a bear hug, and I’m down for some pain, but not getting-crushed-after-diving-into-a-boulder kind of pain.”

  James groaned as he covered his face with his hands and pressed his fingers against his brow bone. He’d need to control himself. That fucking arm. “I’m going to go.” He didn’t want to.

  She tugged lightly at his shorts, and he took a small step forward and dropped his hands.

  Her face was inches from his, and she rose slowly to brush her lips against his. With each of her slow and deliberate kisses, tension seeped out of his neck and shoulders until he was kissing her back, his hands planted firmly on her hips and tongue demanding to enter her mouth.

  “Hmm,” she whispered. “You can stay if you can find that adrenaline that left my ass as bruised as my arm.”

  His cock surged back to life at that simple demand. Maybe he didn‘t have to control himself entirely. Adrenaline? Testosterone? Didn’t fucking matter, it was pumping through his veins.

  He slipped his hands back into her shorts—under her arms—and asked in a teasing growl, “Yeah, you liked that?” as he dug his fingers into her curves.

  She nodded, her heated breath filling the space between them.

  “You don’t have enough bruises for one day?” He tightened his grip. If he’d had nails, they would have surely broken her skin by now. Thanks to rock climbing, he kept them meticulously short.

  “I didn’t ask for the other ones,” Elise answered boldly.

  Fuck. His balls ached. He wanted inside this woman. He wanted her again and again and again. Part of him wished he could just bend her over the counter, slamming into her until her hipbones matched her arms, and walk out the door.

  But he knew that wasn’t possible. He’d only had a taste of her, and he already knew he’d want more. Maybe on his favorite trail. Maybe behind that waterfall that had betrayed her, while tourists milled around on the banks and the crashing water drowned out her moans.

  He lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her cast dug into his neck.

  “Bedroom,” he demanded.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

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  ELISE

  Bedroom? Just fucking bounce me on your cock right here.

  “No,” she said, her voice barely audible.

  James’s chest rumbled. He bent his head and snapped at her nipple, catching it between his teeth.

  She moaned, and he moved his mouth to the swell of her breast, biting her skin with just enough pressure to make her writhe in his arms. He could take this too far; she didn’t know him at all. That should scare her. Instead it sent a bolt of lightning down her spine to her cunt. A low groan slid from her mouth as she rocked her hips, trying to find relief against his stomach.

  He grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. “Tell me what you want. You can have it. Anything.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth and pulled before trailing kisses down her exposed neck and nipping at her skin.

  Her mind was barely working at this point. She hadn’t gotten a full breath since the moment he’d touched her nipple in the doorway. Anything she wanted. Her mind wandered back to her cold cheek pressed against the countertop. But that was like getting walked into a Tiffany’s for an engagement ring and asking for a silver band.

  It didn’t fucking matter. It was what she wanted.

  And, if he was willing to give her anything now, then she would definitely be able to collect on that offer any time she wanted, because she knew he had no fucking intention of letting her walk away from him.

  “Well?” he asked, tightening his grip on her blonde strands.

  Gone was the polite man on her doorstep who jumped when he brushed her breast. His eyes held onto her with a possessiveness that matched the grip he still had on her ass. And that was fine with her. She’d love to see what kind of adventures they could take together. Starting with this one.

  “The counter. Over it, like when you caught the glass.”

  She dropped her legs, and he spun her around the second her feet hit the floor, pushing her against the edge of cabinets. Her hipbones ground against the stone as he shoved his cock against her, nestling it against the curves of her cheeks.

  James reached his hands in front of her, toying with her nipples through the damp fabric of her shirt. “I bet your shorts are just as fucking wet,” he whispered, pinching the peaks roughly.

  She arched her back and rested her head against his chest. She couldn’t get her hand to her clit, her fucking left hand. He held her firmly in place. Her cunt ached. She swayed against his cock desperately, but there was nothing relieving the pressure building in her core.

  She pushed against him again, trying to slide her hand to her pussy. Its desperate pulse begged for attention. But he was a brick wall behind her, teasing her nipples, grinding against her ass, refusing to give her access.

  “Fuck,” she groaned, slamming her hands on the counter. Pain shot through her arm. “Fuck me and find out!”

  His hands flew to her hips, and he leaned against her, forcing her torso against the granite, pinning her in place.

  “You don’t have to scream at me to get what you want,” he snarled into her ear as he pushed her shorts down.

  His fingers grazed against her slit, barely making contact. Elise squirmed underneath his weight trying to urge him deeper.

  He covered his fingers in her cream and toyed with her pussy, tracing circles around the sensitive peak of her clit while his other hand stayed poised at her entrance refusing to move any
farther. She whimpered under his torment. “Please, please, please, I won’t yell anymore.”

  He whispered in her ear, “You’re greedy. You push a button, and I bring you wine. You want me to open your rosé, and then you’re begging to get fucked. Now,” he said as he sunk his fingers into her cunt. “Now, I say you can have anything and it’s still not enough.”

  Her body finally hummed, given some reprieve from the tension that had been building inside of her, but the plateau didn’t last long before James was mercilessly rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, drawing desperate sounds from her lips. She was almost to the point of breaking when he suddenly stopped and she was left catching her breath. He lifted off of her, and she heard his pants fall to the floor.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

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  JAMES

  He grabbed his cock and ran the head along her slit, covering it in her juices, teasing her just a little more. Maybe he could make her plead for it just one more time.

  She looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth half open. He wanted to get her on her knees and fuck that mouth. His balls ached at the thought.

  Instead, he eased his head inside of her, his attention torn between watching her perfect cunt stretch to take him, and watching her face as her crystal eyes rolled back and she bit her lip as he sunk further and further into her.

  He pulled out and thrust into her again, deeper this time. She arched her back and braced an arm against the wall and press her mouth against that damned cast, muffling her cries as she moved her hips against his cock each time he drove into her, again slamming her hips against the granite.

  He couldn’t see her. He couldn’t hear her. “This is not going to fucking work.”

  CHAPTER NINE

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  ELISE

  She was alone and empty, but her heart didn’t even have enough time to sink before James had picked her up, turned her around, laid her out on top of her kitchen table, and driven his cock right back into her.

  “I’ll give you those bruises I promised some other time,” he said as he hooked his elbow under one of her knees. “I want to watch you come.”

  He drove his thickness into her, hitting the very depths of her cunt. Elise cried out, a low, pleasure-filled moan crawling from her mouth.

  “I take that back,” he said. “Maybe I can leave bruises in places you can’t see.”

  James pulled his cock back and teased his head at her entrance while his thumb played with her clit. She watched him anxiously, unable to catch her breath, waiting for him to deliver on that promise.

  He grabbed her ankle, stretching her leg, and thrust into her, hitting that same spot that made her cry out. She called his name as he retreated and struck again and again. She bucked against him, unable to handle his fingers on her clit or his relentless fucking. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to escape his hands or amplify their sensations until finally she snapped and relief washed over her.

  She closed her eyes, and explosions of white sparks obscured her vision. She cried out as her free leg wrapped around James’s waist. She held him still, but her hips rocked in tandem with the waves moving through her cunt.

  Her cheeks burned and her fingers scratched desperately at the table for something to hold on to. Just as the intensity waned, James groaned and freed himself from her trap.

  He gripped her thighs and opened her hips, pressing them against the table as he thrust into her again and again, sending another thundering orgasm through her. He finally joined her, digging his fingers into the cushions of her curves as a primal growl rumbled from his throat and he spilled his cum deep inside her.

  He scooped her up off the table, holding her against his chest. She kissed him slowly, intimately, exploring his mouth while his hands stretched across her back. She purred happily, the ache in her arm forgotten.

  “What do we do now? Do you just leave?” Elise teased.

  “No. I’ll get my phone. Let’s order some dinner.”

  “Good. How do you feel about threesomes?” she asked with a wicked smile.

  THE END

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