Man Candy

by Ingro, Jessica

  It was exactly as I imagined it would be. A small piece of anxiety fell off my shoulders knowing how perfect it looked.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed.

  I turned to watch as she took it all in with wonderment. Every inch of our hard work was scrutinized, and I was a little worried that it would come up lacking, but she threw herself in my arms and kissed me hard. When she broke away, her hands framed my face, and her smile was brilliant. “This is the most special thing anyone has ever done for me.”

  “I’m glad you approve.”

  Looking into my eyes, she said with a serious tone conveying just how important this was to her, “I more than approve. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” I planted another kiss to her mouth before leading her over to the makeshift bed.

  She sat Indian style on the blankets and watched as I set the food out. Ella had gone to town with a plethora of food—five different cheeses, assorted meats, crusty bread, grapes, olives, chocolate covered strawberries for dessert and of course a bottle of Prosecco.

  “It looks delicious. Did you do all this yourself?” She gestured towards the all the food I set out.

  I gave her my best hangdog expression. “Do I lose brownie points if I say no?”

  “Let me think about it.” She tapped her finger on her chin and pretended to be deep in thought. “I guess not.”

  “Well good because Ed’s wife hooked me up.”

  “If it tastes half as good as it looks, you’ll have to tell me how to finagle an invitation to dinner at their house.” I knew Rissa loved to cook and from what Meredith told me her food was five-star cuisine all the way. This in no way compared to that, but I’m sure Ella would be grateful to know how pleased Rissa was with the effort she went to.

  “Well eat up. You’re going to need your strength tonight,” I told her with a wink.

  She rolled her eyes but picked up a plate and loaded it up with a little of everything. While we ate we discussed work and her night with Meredith.

  When I broke out the chocolate covered strawberries her eyes widened and she licked her lips. Wiggling her fingers at the plate, she said, “Gimme. Gimme.”

  “You know when I told you I’d rather have you quote that Britney Spears song I didn’t think it would be over food,” I teased, remembering the day of the signing when she called me a womanizer.

  “God, I can’t believe you remember that.”

  “I remember everything about you.” I stared at her, willing her to see the sincerity in my gaze.

  “There you go saying sweet things again.”

  “Sorry, but it’s not really an issue, now is it? Nothing’s stopping you from ‘humping the shit out of me’ tonight.”

  “Sure there is. It’s called chocolate covered strawberries.” She laughed and grabbed the dish pretending like she was going to hoard them all.

  “Oh I don’t think so.” I lunged across the blankets at her. Taking the plate from her hand, I set them aside. She tried to get past me to get them, but I easily pinned her down then proceeded to tickle her until she screamed for mercy.

  “Okay, okay. You can have one,” she said in between laughs.

  “Not good enough.” I renewed my efforts, finding a spot that was particularly ticklish.

  “Two,” she shouted and squirmed.

  “That’s more like it.” I kissed the tip of her nose before rolling off her. I grabbed the bottle of Prosecco from the cooler and refilled our glasses.

  “To us.” I held my glass up in a toast and she clinked hers to mine. “To us.”

  In no time flat, she devoured the strawberries, stopping only long enough to feed me the two she promised.

  “You are so getting lucky tonight,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes as she licked the last of the chocolate from her fingertips.

  “Good to know.” I stretched out on my back and beckoned her over. Night had descended and I was ready to move on to the next part of the evening.

  Without any words, she got right down to business. She crawled across the blankets and straddled my legs. Her hands gripped the edge of my polo shirt and I sat up to help her get it off. Pushing me back down on the blankets with her hands on my chest, she trailed them over my skin making my muscles quiver under her attention.

  Her fingers slipped the button of my shorts through the hole and gently eased my zipper down. I lifted my hips as she pulled the rest of my clothes off.

  With a gentleness I had never felt before, she took me in her hand and brought me to her lips. Swiping her tongue across the head made my entire body jolt. It was almost too much and she had barely touched me.

  When her mouth closed over the tip and she sucked me down her throat, I let out a groan of pure satisfaction. This right here was what I was talking about. Christ, she was good. Every twirl, lick and suck were pure torture with a twist of heavenly goodness.

  “If you don’t want it, sweetheart, you better stop,” I warned when her hand joined the fray, and I found myself quickly on the edge.

  Sucking me even deeper, I knew she wasn’t going to relent until I gave her all of me. Wanting to do just that, I let go. My muscles tensed, and I came down her throat with a hoarse shout.

  She thoroughly blew my mind. When she finished tenderly lapping at me, she crawled up my body and removed her shirt and bra while I watched in utter fascination as she revealed each creamy inch of her porcelain skin.

  My hands ran over her shoulders and down her chest. My thumbs teased the rigid tips of her nipples making her moan. Her head fell back as I slowly circled and tormented each one.

  I pulled her forward, taking her breast in my mouth, lapping at her nipple before sucking it deep. She cried out and held me to her.

  Sitting up abruptly, I rolled her to her back and kissed my way down her chest. My fingers worked at her shorts. She shimmied them down her hips, leaving her completely exposed to me.

  Positioning myself between her legs, I took her with my mouth, starting off slow and building the heat. My hands ran over every inch of her body, stopping to dip inside her. She was drenched and so very ready for me.

  Patting around the blankets, I found the condom package I stashed there when we were done eating. I tore the package open with my teeth while her hands stroked my chest and abdomen making it damn hard to focus on the task at hand or in hand rather.

  What felt like eons later, I finally had the condom on. Covering her body with mine, I kissed her again.

  “I need you,” she whispered against my lips.

  Positioning at her entrance, I knew I needed to say what was in my heart. It might scare her away, but I needed her to know the depth of my feelings for her. I needed her to know this wasn’t some passing fancy that I would quickly tire of. She was it for me and the only way I knew how to do all that was to whisper, “I’m falling in love with you.”

  Her eyes closed and she admitted, “I’m scared.” When she opened them, tears filled her baby blues, and her lips trembled.

  “I know, but I promise to work every day to earn your trust and soon you’ll learn that you don’t have to be scared. Just stay in this moment with me right now.” She opened her mouth to protest, so I forged on. “Forget all about the past and just be here with me. Make believe this is your first time because I can guarantee you that this is the first time I’ve ever truly made love to anyone before.”

  She nodded, and a tear fell from her eye rolling down her temple. I wiped the moisture away with my thumb. Her head lifted, and she pressed her lips to mine in a sweet and trusting kiss.

  While we kissed, I slowly sank inside her, and once we were connected a rush of emotion hit my chest. It was like when I came home from war. A feeling of completeness and belonging. I had thought it before, but right then I knew that she and I were meant to be. There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever, and I wasn’t going to stop until there was no doubt left in hers either.

  Moving slowly inside her, I kissed every inch of her skin that I could
reach. With each stroke, her sweet little sounds escalated. Her hands raked down my back, and I swear it was the most erotic thing I had ever been a part of.

  Her knees moved higher, tightening their lock on my sides. Her hands gripped my ass, urging me on. Beginning to lose the grip on my control, I thrust harder and faster, loving each and every little sound of pleasure that came from her mouth. Her breath on my neck. Her breasts pushed against my chest. It was all so tantalizing.

  I tried to memorize the moment. Every move. Every sound. Everything. It was the most profound experience I had ever had.

  When Rissa cried out her orgasm, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body, cocooning me as I let go and rode the wave of my own climax.

  With my forehead resting against hers, I slowly pulled out and rolled to my back next to her, trying to catch my breath.

  “Was it worth it?” I finally asked as we came down.

  “Oh yeah.” She rolled on her side and rested her head in her hand. She had a dreamy look on her face like she just woke up from a really good dream. It made me feel like fucking Superman.

  “Good.” I ran my finger down her chest before letting it fall to the blankets.

  “It was beyond good. I never thought it could be that good actually,” she said thoughtfully.

  “Same here.” I gathered her in my arms and kissed her. “How about we go back to my place and see how much better it can get the second time around?”

  She practically jumped up and grabbed her bra from the ground. “First one to the Jeep gets to be on top.”

  I bit my lower lip and shook my head. Didn’t she know I was going to let her win?

  EIGHTEEN

  I stirred when the sun began to shine through the blinds on my windows. Feeling Rissa’s warm body pressed against my chest, I wrapped my arms tighter around her, eliminating any space between us.

  As we spooned together, I buried my head in her hair and let loose a shit eating grin. I don’t think I could have been any happier than I was in that moment.

  After we had hastily packed up last night, we shoved everything in the Jeep and hurried down the mountain. As soon as we got to my house and the car was off, we made a dash to get inside. On our way from the garage to the house, we fumbled with each other’s clothes while our tongues tangled together.

  I pushed her against the wall in the kitchen, my erection digging into her stomach. Her hands went under my shirt, running up my back before her nails scored my skin on their way down. Gripping her thighs, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me.

  Walking her over to the counter, I set her on top and continued my assault on her mouth. She lifted my shirt, forcing me to break my contact with her lips in order to get it off. I took advantage of our separation to pull hers off next. Once she was free of the material, my fingers flicked the clasp of her bra, and I watched with hungry eyes as her breasts spilled free.

  I worshipped each breast like a man who had been in the desert for days and finally found water. I sucked and licked every inch of her bare skin. When her whimpers and moans escalated, she pulled at my hair making me growl.

  Picking her back up, I filled her mouth again as I walked towards the stairs, slowing climbing up them as we made out. Stumbling on a step, I lowered us to the ground. My arm braced her impact and shielded her from hitting her back on the step. Grinding into her heat, I wanted her with a fierceness that was consuming me.

  She tugged at my shorts in a frenzy. Once they were loose, she ran her hands over my ass in an attempt to push them down and free me.

  With her hand wrapped around my cock, I ran my fingers under the hem of her shorts and teased the edge of her panties.

  “More,” she whispered.

  I made quick work out of getting her fully naked, throwing her clothes down the steps. My finger dipped inside her and twisted so I could grind my palm against her clit. She was so ready that for a brief second I considered plunging into her right then and there.

  “More,” she panted.

  Giving her another finger, I pumped in and out of her pussy at a leisurely pace while my mouth roamed over her neck and chest.

  “God,” she mewled.

  Done with teasing her, I pulled my fingers from her body and brought them to my mouth. When I was done sucking on them, I pressed them in her mouth so she could taste herself on me.

  Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I moved us to my room where I threw her down on the bed. She giggled as she bounced, and I shook my head at how adorable she was. Kicking off my shorts and underwear, I opened the drawer of my end table and grabbed a string of condoms.

  “A little overzealous don’t you think?” she said teasingly.

  “A man can hope,” I murmured as I rolled one on. I pulled the blankets down and situated her on the pillows before joining her on the bed.

  “So can a girl.”

  She gasped when I settled between her legs and in one swift movement I was back inside her.

  Complete nirvana. I wanted it to last forever.

  When we were both finally spent and sleepy, we laid together in bed as she drew random patterns on my chest until we dozed off.

  A couple of hours after that, I woke up and forced myself to leave her sleeping in bed, so I could lock up the house. When I came back, I decided to show her I could, in fact, go all night long like I promised by waking her with my hands and mouth. By the time she came fully awake, she was primed and calling out my name in ecstasy.

  This time when we made love, I let her be on top and let me tell you Clarissa perfected the saying “ride them hard and put them away wet”. No complaints would ever pass my lips when it came to our chemistry in bed.

  Rissa particularly enjoyed learning that she could have multiple orgasms while in charge. So much for her theory on never having an orgasm again, I smugly thought.

  Now it was morning and even though it was time to get up, all I wanted to do was stay under the covers with her for the rest of the day and continue exploring her magnificent body.

  “Morning,” I muttered with a kiss on her neck when she stirred.

  “Mmm,” she mumbled and stretched.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Like a baby.” Several mind-blowing orgasms would do that to a person.

  “Do you want to eat breakfast first or shower?”

  “Depends. Will you be joining me in the shower?” She rolled over and ran her hand teasingly over my pecs and down my abs.

  “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” I murmured before dipping my head to take her deliciously plump looking lips.

  “Rolling Stones?” she asked before I could act on my impulses.

  I nodded and smiled. Her fingers traced my lips. “My bad habit of quoting song lyrics is rubbing off on you.”

  “I guess it is.”

  “Sorry,” she said guiltily.

  “Don’t be. I think it’s cute that you do it and I have fun doing it with you.”

  “I have fun doing it with you too.” She exaggerated her words and rubbed against my leg jokingly.

  I smacked her ass while chuckling at her theatrics. “I’ve created a sex monster.”

  She giggled. “You should have thought of that before giving me some glorious orgasms.”

  “Is that all I’m good for?”

  She pressed her lips together and hummed, “Mmm hmmm.”

  “You still need to decide if you want to eat or get clean first.” I brought us back around to the initial topic of discussion.

  “What are you cooking for me?”

  “Who says I’m the one cooking?”

  “Because it’s your house,” she explained.

  “But Meredith said you’re an awesome cook. I think you should spoil me seeing as how I gave you all those world class, life altering orgasms.”

  “I believe I said glorious.”

  “Same thing.”

  “Ugh fine. Do you have stuff to make pancakes?”

/>   “Probably.”

  “Then get your lazy ass up. If I’m cooking, you’re helping.” This time she smacked my ass before rolling out of bed. She headed towards the bathroom, her naked tush shaking with each step.

  My dick immediately took notice. After last night it was partial to anything naked on her exquisite body.

  “I’ll get a shirt out for you to put on,” I called out to the closed door.

  “Thanks,” she shouted back.

  Rummaging through my closet, I decided on a button down shirt for her. Laying it out on the bed, I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms out of the dresser before going downstairs to make sure we actually had the ingredients she needed.

  What Rissa wanted, Rissa was going to get.

  *****

  I had all the ingredients for banana pancakes laid out on the counter when Rissa came down the stairs and into the kitchen. The sight of her in my shirt was like a punch to my chest. It stirred the caveman inside me, giving me the urge to bend her over the table and fuck her right there.

  “You look damn fucking good in my shirt.” I leaned on my hand on the counter and attempted to regain my composure.

  “I don’t think Keith Urban swore in his version.” She gave me a wink and grabbed a bowl.

  “He would have if he had been singing about you.”

  “You flatter me.”

  I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her chest, kissing her neck. “I speak the truth.”

  “I’m pretty much a sure thing, Ben. You can tone it down a notch or ten.” She smiled over her shoulder after she said the words in order to soften the sting of them.

  “I’m not sure what you think, but I never say anything I don’t mean. Angry, happy, sad—what you see is what you get with me.”

  “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” She turned around and frowned.

  “No. It’s fine.” I took a step back, putting some distance between us. I’m not sure why I let her careless words affect me. I knew she was jaded and needed time to believe that this thing between us was real—that I was real and not just playing her.