Revealed: A Hype PR and Eye Candy Bookstore Anthology

by Bethany Lopez

  “Fuck, babe,” he whispers, “You'll make me come with a mouth like that.”

  I lick him again, pulling back, giving him an evil grin. “Not yet.”

  Sailor reaches out his hand and I take it this time. After we step out of the tub, he takes his time drying me off before he wraps a towel around his waist.

  “Lie on the bed,” he demands. “I want to see all of you.”

  I don't dare hesitate because my body is begging to have him. I need him. I do exactly what he says. He pulls my body to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees.

  “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” he whispers before he opens me wide and licks my slit. My body instantly reacts to his gentle tongue swirling against my swollen clit.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please give me your finger.” I prop myself on my elbows, and all he can do is grin. But he doesn't just give me one, he gives me two and slowly finger fucks me as he continues sucking and flicking my clit.

  A moment later, he places his pinky in my ass and it takes everything I have to not come right there. The sensations that flood through me overpower my thoughts and I let him take over. His fingers slide out and he replaces them with this tongue. The scruff of his goatee is tickling all the right places and I push into him harder.

  “Mmm. I can taste you. You're so close,” he says. I wrap my fingers in his disheveled brown hair and let him continue to tongue fuck me. As I'm on the edge of one of the best orgasms of my life, he pulls back and watches my chest heave.

  “Tonight, you'll come when I'm ready for you to come, babe.”

  Chapter 6

  Who the fuck is this man? I'm right on the edge of one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever experienced, and he denies me. I place my hand on my swollen clit, and before I'm able to relieve myself, Sailor pounces, holding my hands in his above my head. The heat of his skin brushes against mine.

  “You're a greedy little thing. But don't worry babe, you’re going to come so many times tonight that you'll not need an orgasm for another century.”

  Sailor rolls over on his back and turns and grins at me. “I want to taste your first orgasm. On my face.”

  I look at him like he's lost his mind. I've never come like this before. But I don't let him see the hesitation. I crawl over to him, and wrap a leg around him until his mouth is where it belongs. I hold on to the headboard as he tongue fucks me and moves to my clit and press my pussy harder into him, until it happens. I throw my head back and ride the orgasmic wave and I move my hips against him.

  “Sailor,” I scream out, pinching my nipples, allowing the pleasure to rush through me. Once I’ve ridden the wave, I move my body down his, ready to give him the same pleasure, but he stops me.

  “No babe. It's time to fuck.”

  He stands and walks to the living room then comes back with several condoms.

  “Oh, so you were prepared?” I ask, with an eyebrow popped up.

  “I’m always prepared.”

  He puts on the condom then walks to me. I don’t give him a choice before I flip on all fours, ass in the air, anxiously waiting.

  “Fuck, babe. This ass.” He slaps it then circles the tip of his dick at my hole.

  “If you're a good boy, I might let you in it.”

  He pushes his dick into me and I lean against him, allowing every inch of him in. I gasp, knowing he's the largest I've ever had.

  “You're so fucking tight.” He places his hands on my hips and slowly gives me all of him. I'm lost, not able to form words. Only moans escape me as he picks up the pace. His end is meeting mine and I feel like he may rip me in two, but I don't ask him to stop. Instead I whisper, “Harder.”

  Sailor doesn't wait another minute before he's fucking me with everything he has. His rhythm is increasing and so are his pants. I push harder against him, creating the right amount of friction until I lose myself again, but he doesn’t stop. He reaches around, and plays with my clit as he continues to give it to me even harder. His body slams against me and I’m screaming out his name as I come by his touch again. Not one, not two, but three orgasms in a row happen, as Sailor continues to fuck me rough and raw. I’m in a euphoric state, drunk by his touch, by the way he makes me feel, and before I can even prepare myself, I’m coming again. I grab the sheet with my hands, pulling them as hard as I can to keep my body from turning into mush. He slaps my ass, the pain sorting through me, before he flips me over.

  Beads of sweat are dripping down his face and he’s looking at me as if he’s still hungry, as if he hasn’t had enough. His stamina isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. Most one night stands end with me taking care of myself. But tonight, I’ve come so many times I’ve lost count. Eight times? Maybe nine?

  He crawls on the bed and places his mouth on my clit again and I’m so sensitive, I can barely handle him. But he adds just enough pressure to send me back on the orgasmic wave. As soon as I come again, he slams his dick inside, pushing my knees wide until he’s deep inside me. He dips his head down and kisses me and I can taste myself on his lips. His tongue twirls with mine and as he tugs at my bottom lip, he stares into my eyes. His motions become slower, more calculated, and I know, by the look on his face, he’s going to come.

  “Yes, Sailor. Fuck me. Break me. Come in me,” I whisper, before his mouth crashes onto mine. He’s panting and I can’t seem to find more air to breathe.

  “You’re right,” he says after removing the condom and cleaning up. He’s standing, staring at my naked body as I lay across the bed with sheets messily wrapped around me.

  I look at him with hooded eyes and smile. “Hmm?”

  “One night is not enough.”

  Chapter 7

  I wake up to an empty bed though I remember how Sailor’s hard body felt next to me all night. The balcony doors are open and I stand with a sheet wrapped around me and walk to the doorway. With each step I take, I can feel where he’s been. I make it to the door and see Sailor standing outside, shirtless, looking out at the city. I can’t help but admire the muscles that cascade down his back as he drinks a cup of coffee. He’s the epitome of beautiful and as if he can feel my gaze, he looks over his shoulder and notices me.

  “Sleep okay?” He leans his back against the railing, smiling with a lifted eyebrow as he memorizes my body.

  I smile back and nod, but I’m confused as to why he’s still here. Out of the handful of one night stands I’ve had, they’ve been gone before the sun comes up, or I am. Sailor walks to me, kisses me on the forehead, then goes to the kitchen and pours me a cup of coffee. He hands it to me, exactly the way I like it, black, and I just stand there like I’m dreaming.

  “Sailor?”

  “Yeah, babe? I ordered breakfast. It’ll be here any minute.”

  Being with him like this is too easy and it shouldn’t be. He doesn’t know my name and I don’t know his. Actually, I know nothing about him other than he’s a risk taker, blackjack player, and knows how to make my body his. But as I look at him standing in my kitchen barefoot, none of it matters.

  My phone rings, pulling me out of my trance, and I run over to the bed and grab it. Mother flashes across the screen so I answer.

  “Hey, Mom,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  Sailor watches me intently as I speak to her.

  “Hey, Honey. I was just thinking; you’ve not been home on a weekend in months. So when are we going to get to meet Jacob?”

  “Jacob?” I ask, looking straight at Sailor. His eyes narrow. “Mom. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Your sister seems to think he’s fake and she’s pretty convincing. We all want to meet the man that you’re visiting so much. Can I at least speak to him?”

  I lean my head back against the wall. “Mom, he’s really busy right now.”

  Sailor is searching my face curiously with a smile on his lips. At this very moment, he’s trying to figure me out and I can see it written across his face.

  “Babe, I’m not busy a
t the moment,” Sailor says loud enough for my mother to hear and he sets down his cup of coffee and moves toward me. I hold back a groan and mouth, ‘no’ to him while trying to shoo him away.

  “Let me speak to him,” my mother insists.

  Sailor grabs the phone from my hand. “Hi, this is Jacob.”

  I tuck my lips inside my mouth and shake my head. I can’t make out exactly what she’s saying, but he sits in front of me on the bed and doesn’t take his eyes from mine.

  “Dinner? That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Sailor says. “Oh, this weekend?” he continues.

  I shake my head more prominently.

  “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Ashford. I’m busy the next few weekends.”

  FUCK! He already knows too much.

  “Yes, being a doctor does keep me very busy.” He’s holding back a devious smile and I can’t believe my bad luck.

  “Sure thing. Okay. I’ll let Grace know you send your love. Yes ma’am. Will do. Alright. I promise to take good care of her...” He laughs. “Bye.”

  He ends the call and hands my phone back with an evil smile on his face.

  “Grace Ashford. It’s so very nice to meet you,” he says, and the cockiness isn’t lost on me.

  I lean back flat on the bed and groan. Sailor leans over me, his mouth just inches from mine. My breath catches and I’m confused by the emotions that swirl through me. As I begin to close my eyes and wait for the kiss, a knock rings out on the door.

  “Breakfast,” he whispers across my lips as he pushes himself up and walks to the door. He takes the tray from room service and sets it on the table in the kitchen.

  I slip on my bra and panties and walk over to the silver platters.

  “Damn, Babe. You’re beautiful,” he says.

  Heat rushes to my cheeks and I suck in a deep breath trying to exhale, not letting him see how he affects me, but he just laughs at me. He lifts lids and he’s ordered eggs Benedict with large glasses of orange juice, one of my favorite breakfasts. I sit down and he sits across from me.

  “So what was that about?” he asks as he cuts into his biscuit.

  “What?” I try to play stupid, but I know he sees straight through my game.

  “Jacob, the doctor you’ve seen every weekend for the past six months.”

  I let out a breath and decide the truth is better than a lie. It’s too hard to keep up with them anyway and what do I have to hide from him?

  “My family doesn’t know I do this,” I point the butter knife around. “It’s kind of my best kept secret.”

  “You. You’re something else, Grace Ashford. Why not just tell them the truth?” My name sounds so sexy coming from his lips and a small smile plays on my lips each time he says it.

  “Because the lie is easier.” And that’s the most truth I’ve spoken all weekend.

  He sips his orange juice and he smiles at me as he sets the glass down. “You know the truth will set you free.”

  “So it’s your turn to tell me the truth,” I say, setting down my fork. “Why are you still here?”

  My tone, the words, it all came out wrong and I close my eyes realizing how bitchy it sounded, but he’s completely unaffected by it.

  “The truth?” he asks, setting down his fork.

  I nod.

  “I know this is going to sound cliché but there’s something about you. I’ve heard stories how sometimes a person knows when they meet the one. The person he or she will spend the rest of their life with. Okay, yeah this sounds absolutely ridiculous. Never mind.”

  With both eyebrows raised, I’m staring at him. I open my mouth then close it immediately. I clear my throat and take another drink of orange juice. I want to change the subject but his words are on replay and I can’t stop staring at his lips.

  “You’re bad news, Sailor.” I pick up my fork and cut into my biscuit.

  “Call me a pessimist but I don’t believe in love at first sight.” He stands up, grabs my hand and pulls me up. My body presses against his chest and my heart rate goes into overdrive when he touches me. “Do you?”

  I stare into his eyes and for a moment; I’m swimming in the blueness.

  “But your pulse is erratic,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck, his bottom lip tracing across my jaw.

  I swallow. “I...I’m…”

  He grabs my hands. “Because you feel it too. I’ve never believed in the love at first sight bullshit, but if reincarnation is real, I know you were mine in another lifetime. I’m not afraid to admit that. Being with you . . . it’s different and easy. And I’m really fucking confused about this.”

  I lick my lips and take a step back. It’s a little much to take in all at once, but I do understand what he’s talking about. The instant I saw him, I felt something almost unexplainable. The sex steals my breath away just thinking about it. But, I know nothing about him and that scares the shit out of me.

  Almost as if he can read my mind, he speaks. “Ask me anything.” His fingers brush across my skin, causing goosebumps to form immediately.

  What the hell is wrong with me, right now? I think Sailor has me under his spell.

  “Are you married? Have you ever been married?”

  He moves me back where he can look into my eyes. “No. I’d never do that. And no. I’ve not found the right person yet.”

  I feel a little at ease hearing that. “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-eight. You?”

  “Twenty-five. Where are you from? Where do you live?” More questions seem to come to me as I ask them.

  “I grew up in Colorado but I live in Vegas now. You?” he asks, taking my hand and guiding me back to the table.

  “Seattle.” I take a seat and pick up my fork though I have no desire to eat.

  “Who did you want me to meet when you gave me your card?”

  He smiles. “My best friend.”

  “Why?” I finally take a bite.

  “Because. I wanted him to meet the woman I’m going to fall in love with.”

  At that moment, I forget every other question I was going to ask. A small smile plays on my lips and I glance up at him, and he’s looking at me like he’s serious.

  I lick my lips, trying to regain control. “What’s your name?”

  “Jacob.” A smile slides across his lips.

  “What? You’re messing with me right now.”

  He shakes his head. “No. I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are. You totally are,” I say.

  “It was just as weird for me, trust me.” He stands and pulls his wallet from his back pocket and hands me his Nevada driver's license.

  My mouth drops open as I read his name–Jacob York.

  I feel like I’m in a dream and can’t wake up. I’m five seconds from pinching my arm just for the confirmation if I’m dreaming but I know better. This is real.

  Sailor stands, walks over to his shirt crumbled in a pile on the floor. I watch his muscles flex and ripple as he picks it up and puts it on. His eyes don’t leave mine as he so comfortably moves around me.

  “I should go,” he says as he slips on his shoes.

  I lick my lips and he watches my tongue dart out. A low growl escapes from his mouth which only causes a smile to tug on the edge of my lips. The fantasy of slipping into this type of life with him seems easy.

  I glance over at the clock and realize I have to be at the airport in an hour if I’m to catch my flight. Time is ticking and all I can focus on is the rapid beating of my heart.

  “Shit, I have to be at the airport really soon.” I stand and start picking up items from around the suite. I like the way he watches me.

  Sailor walks to me, takes my hand, and pulls me close to him. His kisses are warm and passionate and the fire inside me begins to blaze. This man has stirred emotions that I have buried for far too long and it’s so dangerous. Though I’m running out of time, when he touches me it seems like all the clocks in the world have stopped. It was only supposed to be one night, just one nigh
t of meaningless sex.

  His mouth brushes against the outside of my ear. My eyes flutter closed and I try to focus on his breathing, the way his fingers gently slide down my arm, and the emotions that continue to bubble inside me. Just one night, I keep telling myself over and over. That was our agreement and I’m sticking to that. Once I leave Vegas, I’ll forget about Sailor, that anything ever happened.

  “Before you go.” He trails kisses up my neck.

  I’m on edge, my body is on fire, and I wait with a bated breath for his next words.

  “I know I agreed to just one night. But I lied. I want to see you next weekend.”

  “Maybe.”

  ***

  I rush to the airport and barely make it. I board and moments later we’re shooting down the runway and climbing in altitude. As soon as I can, I order a cocktail to calm my nerves but even the double vodka and cranberry doesn’t damper the thoughts of his mouth on mine. My skin is still tingling from his touch and there’s a constant stream of excitement coursing through my veins. This will complicate things, but I don’t feel like the odds are stacked against us.

  I stare out at the clouds as the plane soars through them like a silver bullet and realize he’s right. I never confirmed next weekend, but my heart knows the truth.

  This is far from over.

  The End

  LA Fiore

  Chapter One

  Rayne

  I loved the sound of the bass throbbing through walls and shaking the floors. The bodies pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, voices rising up like a wave to be heard over the steady guitar riffs and cymbal crashes. Most nights we had live bands and on the off nights Kel, our DJ, was kick ass.

  Ménage was home—the club on Main Street in Clinton, New Jersey that was started by my brother Jackson and his best friend, Ryker. Never in my wildest dreams did I think the idea Ryker had all those years ago when we were just kids would actually be our reality. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Ryker, when he set his mind to something, was an unstoppable force. He and my brother met on the playground in grade school. Some punks were picking on Jackson and Ryker stepped in and got as bloody as my brother. Those punks never bothered Jackson again and Ryker and he became instant friends.