Some courage to bring you back to me. I picked this tequila brand because it looks like a dick. I know you want it. PS Happy birthday.
A phone number was scrawled across the bottom. My jaw dropped as I read it. The card wasn’t signed, but it obviously wasn’t from Abbie. It could only be from Collin. But how the hell did he get into my apartment, let alone know where I live?
Unbelievable. I couldn’t even process what he’d done. Tracked me down, broke into my apartment and left a phallic bottle of tequila with a dirty note. How dare he?
Why did I ever go to him? I’d never forgive myself for my stupid, drunken behavior. And now that Sam knew, there was no doubt I’d never live it down either.
At least it confirmed one thing, as if I needed more confirmation, he only wanted sex, nothing more. Fat chance of me drinking that tequila and ending up on his doorstep again.
Exhausted and needing to be rested for work in the morning, I headed to bed early. I walked into my bedroom and halted, the same way I’d halted when I’d entered my living room.
Collin had been in here too, and if not him then someone who worked for him. My bed was professionally made, the sheets tucked tight enough to bounce a dime off. The duvet had been turned down, as if this were a fancy hotel, and an expensive chocolate had been placed in the center of my pillow.
At least there was no suggestive note anywhere.
It made me smile. He knew I always loved when we’d stayed in hotels and the sheets were tucked so tight I could barely move my feet. But no matter how much I tried, I could never get them tucked so snug on my own.
The fact Collin remembered softened my opinion of him after the phallic tequila. But I was still a long way from rushing back to see him again.
* * *
The snug sheets made being back in my bed after six nights away even more amazing. They were so tight they bound me to the bed, and I loved it.
But I still couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t get the feel of Collin’s arms around me out of my head. When he’d kissed me, my body came alive. I’d felt like a twenty-three-year old again. One with a life full of excitement and fun.
My pussy moistened just thinking about it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t at the point in my life where having fun was all that mattered.
So why couldn’t I get to sleep? All I could do is lay there remembering that kiss. The feel of his fingers over my breasts. The gaze of his eyes as he surveyed my body. The outline of his cock bulging against his jeans.
I reached my hand down between my legs and slid my finger up and down my wet slit, bringing it to a rest on my engorged clit. I tapped it with my index finger, imagining the tight sheets were Collin’s body against mine. I heard his voice saying, ‘I know you want it,’ causing every inch of my skin to tingle.
It took about thirty seconds to climax. It ripped through me with such force, my squirming legs untucked the sheets.
I lay, gasping, wondering why that had just happened and what I was going to do about it.
* * *
In the morning, I spent far too long trying to recreate the tucking-in job and had to rush out the door without breakfast.
I met Sam for a brief drink after work on Friday and spent most of Saturday trying to catch up on the work that had piled up on my desk over the four days I was with Abbie.
At eleven I went to bed in a t-shirt and panties and read.
A banging jolted me awake. My bedside lamp was still on and my fingers in the crease of my book. The digital alarm clock read one thirty-two.
The knocking continued. My front door rattled from someone pounding on it.
My heart pounding, I swung my legs out of bed and tiptoed to my front door, as quietly as possible. I approached it from the side, not wanting any change in light to show through the peephole.
“Jenny, baby, open up.” Collin said through the door.
I put my eye to the peephole, just in time to see my big bear of a neighbor across the hall open his door and yell at him.
“What’s your problem, asshole? It’s the middle of the night. Get the fuck out of here,” my neighbor said.
“Mind your own damn business,” Collin snapped, his messy hair swaying with his words.
“It is my business, shithead. This is my hallway.”
With lightning speed, Collin spun around and said, “Look, you’ve obviously never had a real woman in your life, but you don’t have to take that out on the rest of us. Why don’t you go back inside, turn on your computer and have a nice play with your little dick?”
“Collin!” I flung open the door, drawing his attention back to me.
“Baby.” He turned to me, forgetting all about my neighbor. Collin gripped my hips and backed me into my apartment.
I wanted to believe he was drunk, that he reeked of beer or scotch or rum, but he didn’t. Collin was completely sober.
* * *
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you.”
I shook my head. “I cannot believe you.”
“You can’t deny what went on between us last weekend.” Even in the dim light provided by the streetlight outside, his eyes locked onto mine, demanding honesty.
“You can’t come pounding on my door in the middle of the night. What were you thinking? I have neighbors.”
“Since you weren’t coming to me, I had to come to you.”
“I have a life. I’m not about to drop all my responsibilities to run to you. Why would I run to you anyway?” Just because he was back in town, and impossible to get out of my head.
My feet kept moving backwards, until I’d backed myself against the sofa and I sat. His hands, still firm on my hips, brought him with me. Collin landed half on me, and settled beside me, our thighs tight together. He put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder, sending a ripple effect down my arm and across my back. Instead of calming my heart, pounding from the night-time disturbance, it made it race even more.
“You’d run to me because you’d want to finish what we started on Monday.” His finger ran over the top of my shoulder. I shuddered when it reached the bare skin of the base of my neck but the finger carried on going, up my neck, over my jaw and to my chin. I couldn’t figure out if I was more outraged or excited by his presence.
“That moment was…”
“Interrupted. And now it’s time to get it back.”
“You can’t just come here in the middle of the night expecting me to fall into your arms.”
“Baby, that’s exactly what I expect to happen.” He pushed my chin and angled my head to face him. Our eyes caught in the dim light, sending my heart pumping and my breath racing. His head was only inches away from mine, his breath, tinted with peppermint, blew against my skin.
“You’re crazy.” Just like he’d always been.
“You like crazy.” His lips grazed my cheek.
“How did you get in my apartment to leave the tequila?”
“Your locks are shit. It took two seconds.” My heart pounded at his nearness.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I demanded.
“I’ve been busy,” He moved his nose against my hair and inhaled, the hot exhale of his breath tickled the flesh of my ear.
“Busy for seven years?”
“Did you like the tuck?” He kissed the corner of my mouth, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
“I loved the tuck.” Our mouths nearly touched as my lips moved.
“I knew you would.”
Being back in the same room as him re-lit a burning desire for him between my thighs. I knew it was a bad idea, that I couldn’t get involved with him… but now that he was right there I wanted him to kiss me. To finish what we started on Sunday.
A no-strings welcome-back-to-town fuck to get him out of my system. Then I’d never see him again. I was sure he’d leave Chicago for the next city soon anyway. After all, he was living in a hotel, he must have only been here on a temporary basis.
His lips were
so close I could almost taste them. But I couldn’t move the millimeter needed to reach them. Collin had me frozen in place, the same way he had the night we’d first kissed in my college dorm.
“Collin…” His hand on my bare thigh silenced me. All my attention was drawn to it as it slid between my legs.
Collin
The scent of Jenny’s hair nearly made my cock tent against my suit pants. It was the same exotic smelling coconut shampoo she used to use. It had the same impact on me then as it was having now: a great big raging erection.
Everything about her was as good as I remembered it being. The softness of her skin. The way I could make her breath catch and her heart race. And I bet she’d scream my name the same way when I made her come.
It was an impulsive decision to come here, but I knew I could turn up in the middle of the night and she wouldn’t turn me away. She was powerless to resist me.
Daniel thought I was totally nuts. We’d both been sitting in my office, watching the women bump and grind on the Luscious dance floor through the one-way glass. After the money, it was probably my favorite thing about my business.
Women come from everywhere begging me to fuck them. And sometimes, when they’re a cute little brunette with crazy amber eyes, I’m happy to give them what they want. But tonight, when we left my office to mingle in the VIP area, I wasn’t feeling it.
A sassy brunette in the skimpiest red dress draped herself all over me. She was just my type, petite and confident with hazel eyes. I let her rub her tits against me and rub her hands over my chest. But when she tried to kiss me, I got the hell out of there.
For the first time since I started running nightclubs, I could get the pussy I actually wanted instead of the pussy begging me for it.
“I’m out of here,” I’d told Daniel and took off.
My pants bulged as I got into the back of my Maybach and had my driver, Mo, take me to Jenny’s. She didn’t answer the door with my knocking. Either she was asleep or ignoring me but there was no way I’d walked out on that tight brunette and driven all the way here for nothing. I hadn’t brought anything to pick her lock with. I just had to pound a little harder to get her to answer is all.
And now here she was, half naked in my arms, my fingers at the fabric of her sopping wet panties.
My lips were so close to hers I could practically taste her cherry lip balm. As much as I wanted to kiss her, I wasn’t going to yet. I had to know if she wanted this as much as I did.
Jenny
Collin’s hand reached my panties. He brushed his finger across my mound, no doubt noticing how wet the fabric was. I swallowed as he pushed a little harder on them, his thumb tickling at the edge of the fabric.
His face was still nearly touching mine. My lips moved, trying to lure him to them. I flicked open my eyes. In the dark I could just see his dark eyes looking into mine, causing my shoulders to shudder.
How did he have the ability to stare into me like that? To be so close to me, possessing me. I fought to keep my eyes open, to meet his stare.
But he swept his finger under the edge of my panties and straight into my dripping wet pussy, causing me to gasp and close my eyes.
As much as I ached for his finger to dance around and probe me, it didn’t move. It stayed as still as the rest of him.
“You like that, baby?” He asked, his voice smooth and low.
“Uh-huh,” my voice was a mere exhale of breath.
“You want more?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I can’t hear you.” He started to withdraw his finger, my walls clenched to try to keep it from leaving.
“Yes,” my voice was only marginally louder.
Collin took his hand away and ran it up the side of my torso, on top of the t-shirt I slept in. He cupped my breast through the shirt, my nipple poking into his palm.
“Do you want me to fuck you? To make you twist and writhe and scream?”
He kissed the corner of my lips. I opened my mouth, hoping he would kiss it but he kissed along my jaw and neck.
His lips reached my ear and his voice low he said, “How much did your pussy miss me?”
I moaned at his words but couldn’t answer. Part of me wanted to tell him to get lost. To fuck off with his return. Not to push his luck before I kicked him out of my life for good. But the rest of me was transfixed. My body was too full of heat and want. Too desperate for the reunion I’d often wondered about over the years.
I hadn’t wanted to lose him. According to him at the time, he didn’t want to lose me either. Yet somehow life went on and we lost each other.
* * *
Through the fabric of my shirt, Collin pinched my nipple and I flinched.
“I didn’t hear your answer,” he said into my ear. I swallowed and tried to clear my throat.
“Kiss me,” I said in the strongest voice I could manage.
Collin lunged at my throat and sucked and bit the delicate flesh. I gasped and squirmed but his strong hands held me in place.
As he sucked, he pinched my nipple. The sting sent tingles up and down my back.
I spread my legs as wide as I could in the space between the arm of the sofa and his thigh, hoping to tempt him in.
“Please,” I said, my voice a breathy moan.
He let go of my neck with his teeth to say, “That’s what I want to hear.”
Collin slid it up under my t-shirt, bringing it to a rest on my tit. My skin threatened to melt under his hand.
He pushed the shirt up over my head and flung it away from the sofa. His minty breath electrifying my skin, he leaned and tugged at my nipple with his teeth.
“I want to see these perfect tits, I need light.” Collin stood and switched on the end table lamp, bathing me in a spotlight. The left side of his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.
“That’s better. You’re so beautiful you need to be seen.” The other side of his mouth turned up in a devilish smile. He looked down at me, his eyes raking over my exposed tits and up into my eyes. I broke his gaze, to follow his hands as they undid each button, revealing more and more of his powerful chest.
Collin tossed his shirt on the floor, exposing the large Celtic knot tattoo over his right pec and shoulder.
My attention shifted as soon as his pants and boxers were heaped on the floor, revealing his massive, swollen dick.
“See how hard you make me, baby?”
Just looking at it made me wetter and aching for it, waiting for the moment I could get my hands on him.
Collin stepped forward, bringing his cock near me. I reached out my hand and grasped it, the skin silky under my fingers. Reflexively, I sucked my lips between my teeth and moaned, my mouth already filling with saliva.
“I’ve been dreaming about having your lips wrapped around my cock for years.”
Heat raced through my body at his words. I shifted my eyes up to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. At least I hoped I still did.
He pushed his hips towards me, bringing his cock close to my face. I sucked it into my mouth, and pulsed my tongue against his shaft. He used to love that.
“Fuck, that’s the way I remember you.” He jammed his fingers through my hair and pushed himself further into my mouth. I suppressed my gag reflex to take as much in as I could, continuing to pulsate my tongue.
Without warning, he pulled his cock away and pushed me off the sofa and onto the floor. Collin rolled me onto my back and forced his way up my body until his lips met mine and he claimed my mouth with his.
He pulled away and flipped me over. After ripping my panties away, he yanked my hips until I was on all fours.
I closed my eyes as he kissed down my back and over my ass.
“This round ass is perfection,” he said spanking me. The sharpness forced a light moan from my throat.
His lips carried on until they were at my lips. His tongue explored my slick folds. He reached my throbbing clit and flicked it with the very tip of his tongue. The exquisite intensity for
ced me to my elbows.
Collin took his mouth away and pushed his thick finger into me, moving it against my walls while he rolled my clit with the fingers of his other hand. I struggled to breathe in long enough to fill my lungs with air.
I squealed as my arms gave out and buckled, my shoulders and head now propping me against the floor.
“Has any other man made you scream like a fucking banshee?”
No other man has even come close to making me scream the way he used to, but I’m not about to tell him that. He doesn’t need to satisfaction of knowing it.
Collin slapped my ass again and I flinched, the sharp pain a momentary distraction from my wanton pussy.
My legs weak with tingles, I crumpled, my hips falling towards the floor. Collin whipped his hand away and knelt behind me, gripping my hips tight against him to keep me in position.
His cock at my entrance, I braced myself, ready to satiate the past seven years of wondering. He thrust into me, my walls stretching to accommodate him.
Collin groaned. “Your pussy feels even better than I remember.”
He thrust into me, his firm grip on my hips the only thing keeping me up. My head and shoulders pressed harder against the floor. Again and again he pounded into me, my pussy begging for more.
On the edge, my slick walls started to spasm around him, my moans became louder and louder. But he pulled out and I groaned in protest. He spun my hips, flipping me over onto my back.
“I want to see your pretty face when it screams my name.”
In my frenzy, I tried to pull him over me. I grappled at his corded muscles but without success. With a hand on my chest, Collin pushed me down, laying me flat against the floor.
“Please,” I said, my voice desperate.
“There’s no rush, baby. I’ve got all night.”
I growled but he ignored me. My poor body pulsated with tension and was desperate for release.
“Put your cock in me.” The need from deep within me caused my voice to be forceful and demanding.
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