by Chelle Bliss
“Just when you were relaxing, God finds a way to give your ass a jolt.” He laughed, grabbing his chest.
“You’re a funny man, Michael. I don’t think my heart can take much more today.”
He leaned over, pulling me into his arms as he grabbed my chin and tipped it back. “I have something that’ll take your mind off of it while we wait for the storm to pass.”
His brown eyes held my gaze before he crushed his lips against mine. If the interior of the truck hadn’t been hot and steamy enough, being close to Michael, wrapped in his arms and smothered by his kiss made it close to impossible to breathe.
His hand rested against my back, pulling me closer, and I became lost in his kiss. The feel of his rough thumb pad as he stroked my face made my body feel on fire. The sound of the rain beating against the truck, the thunder rumbling outside, and our breath frantic and quick, filled the cab.
I climbed in his lap as he gripped my ass and pulled my bottom to him. I could feel his hardness against me and I ached to feel him inside.
I couldn’t deny myself any longer.
“Take me home, Michael. Stay with me tonight.” I didn’t even have to think about it.
I wanted him.
The light touches, commanding kisses, and the feel of his hardness had me wanting more, needing it.
“Mia, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he whispered against my lips.
“I want to feel your skin against me. Remind me what it feels like to be loved, Michael. Show me the beauty and make me forget.” I held myself up and stared in his eyes. “Please,” I begged.
His fingers swept against my cheek and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. “I’ll do anything you ask,” he said.
I smiled at him before climbing off his lap. “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I said as I put on my seatbelt.
He started the truck and grabbed my hand, stroking it with a smile on his face. We sat in silence as I stared out the window during the drive.
I wasn’t alone in life, but I did feel lonely.
Being with Michael reminded me how much I missed that connection to another person. I wanted someone to hold me until I fell asleep and comfort me when the nightmares came.
Our bodies stayed connected as he drove, the energy never waned.
“Mia, are you sure about this?” he asked, as he pulled in my driveway.
Turning toward him, I smiled. “Never been more sure about anything in a long time, Michael.”
Chapter 10
“You want to just go to sleep?” I asked, giving her one final out. “I don’t know if I can do gentle, Mia. I’m giving you fair warning.” I held her face in my hands as I pushed my hardness against her.
“Don’t be gentle with me, Michael. I’m not going to break.” She pushed against my chest, breaking the kiss. “Shower first,” she said, pushing me toward the shower. “We’re covered in sand.”
“Only if you’re coming in with me.” I smirked and reached in the shower to turn on the water before pulling over my rain soaked shirt.
As she ran her soft fingers across the tattoo on my chest that spelled Gallo, my dick ached and strained in my pants. Wanting to be inside her, her touch felt like torture.
“Verita?” she asked, running her nail down the letters on my ribs.
Goosebumps dotted my flesh. “It means ‘truth’ in Italian,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
Walking behind me, she kissed my shoulder before sinking her teeth into my flesh.
Inhaling sharply, I tensed. “If you do that again, we won’t make it to the shower,” I said, on shaky breath. I wanted to feel her nails rake across my balls as she sucked me off. “My turn.” I turned around to face her.
I slowly lowered the straps of her swim dress, holding it between my fingers, as the material clung to her skin. As her dress slid from her body, it cascaded to the floor. She stood before me in nothing but her black bikini. Her breast made my mouth water, as her nipples grew hard with the cool air. She stood stock-still and looked at the floor with her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, as I took in her beauty.
I placed my fingers under her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. “You’re breathtaking.” A small grin spread across her face, but there was uncertainty in her eyes. “Stunning, actually. You still want this, Mia?” I had to know for certain that she wanted to be with me.
She nodded and palmed my dick through my swim trunks. I shuddered, the ache turning into a throb with the warmth of her hand. Reaching down with a smirk, she pushed from the sides of my trunks, but it caught on my stiffness.
I chuckled when her eyes grew wide and heard her swallow.
She yanked harder, before they slid down my hips and fell to the floor with a thump.
As I stepped forward, my cock brushed against her soft, wet skin. Closing my eyes, I inhaled, needing a moment to get my hunger under control.
I wanted to slam her body against the wall and take her, but I wasn’t here to hit it and quit it.
Leaning into me, she grabbed my sides and squeezed, her breath catching as my cock bobbed against her stomach.
I ran my mouth along her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. There was a connection there, something greater than us and out of our control. We both needed this.
The running water and the sound of our breath filled the room as our lips smacked against each other. I kicked the trunks free from my feet, hissing into her mouth, as her fingers grazed the tender aching flesh of my dick.
I craved her touch more than I thought possible.
She lightly touched the top of my shaft before running her nails across the head, moving underneath. Her hand stilled as she felt the first piercing and she froze.
I failed to mention my hardware.
I grinned, opening my eyes, to see her expression.
Her eyes grew wide as she peered down before continuing to feel the underside of my cock.
“Never felt a Jacob’s Ladder before?” I asked with a smirk.
“No, I’ve seen them, but never felt one.” She palmed my cock and pulled it up getting a better view. Biting down on her bottom lip, she gawked at it like it was a foreign.
“Wait until you feel it inside, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, as I slid her thong down her legs, waiting for her to step out.
I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. It took everything in me not to sink my dick into her as I reached in the shower to check the temperature.
With one foot in the shower, she stopped me, digging her feet in my ass. “Wait.”
Fucking hell. My cock was going to explode at any moment. Just carrying her was enough friction to set me off.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, resting my forehead against hers.
“We need a condom. Do you have one?” She asked biting down on her lip.
“Fuck, I don’t. Didn’t plan on sinking my cock balls deep in ya, Doc.” I laughed. “Do you?”
“I have one. It’s in the top drawer on my nightstand. Put me down and I’ll go grab it.” She started to pull away.
I shook my head, pulling her tighter against my body. “Hell no, we’re not leaving this position. You feel too fucking good to put you down now.”
She giggled as I carried her to the bedroom. Leaning over, I held her ass, keeping her in my arms, as she reached into her nightstand.
“Don’t look!” She tried to cover my eyes with her hand as she opened the small drawer.
“Whatcha got in there?” I asked even though I could see through her fingers.
The drawer overflowed with lace panties and my eyes zeroed in on a sex toy. I liked a girl that didn’t have a problem with masturbation. I’d give my left nut to watch her use it on herself.
“Nothing. Stop peeking.” She dug her heels in harder, rubbing my cock against the warmth of her pussy.
I was about to explode if she wiggled anymore against me.
Her hand moved through the drawer as she put on an acr
obatic act to stop me from seeing the contents. “Got it,” she said as her hand emerged with a condom wrapper before she pushed the drawer closed.
I captured her fingers in my mouth as they fell from my eyes. Sucking the soft digits, I ran my tongue along her succulent flesh.
She held the wrapper up to my eyes as her eyes rolled back in her head. “You play dirty,” she whispered.
I released her fingers as I squeezed her ass roughly in my palms. “You have no idea, Mia.” I kissed her, not wanting a reply.
She fisted my hair, sucking on my bottom lip as I carried her into the shower. As her back collided with the cold tile, gasping in my mouth.
I rubbed my throbbing cock against her pussy, loving the sounded of her moans. She felt velvety soft and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait to be inside.
I wanted to touch her, holding her body up in my arms just wasn’t doing it for me. Moving to the small corner bench, I placed her body on it and stood.
“Condom?” I asked, stroking my shaft.
She watched with wide eyes, and placed the wrapper in my palm softly.
I tore open the wrapper with my teeth, as she stared, mesmerized by my movement. I rolled it down paying careful attention to each piercing, not wanting to tear the thin latex.
I picked her up and placed her in my lap as I sat down, my ass hanging over the edge slightly. I licked a trail to her collarbone–the saltiness filling my tongue as I continued my descent to her breast. I leaned her body back, holding her in my grip as I tried to get a better angle. I captured her nipple in my mouth and her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. I ran my tongue over the hardness and bit down.
“Jesus,” she said as she rubbed against my cock, writhing in my arms.
Reaching between us, I ran my fingers through her wetness before found her clit. As I rubbed, making tiny circles, her movement became more demanding, and she pressed herself against my hand. “Not yet. I want to feel your pussy squeeze the life out of my cock when you come.”
“I make no promises if you don’t do it soon.” She took control of the situation as she pushed harder, rocking her hips. Her moans grew louder.
I moved my hand, denying her what she had been so close to accomplishing.
She glared at me, stilling her body against me.
Leaning back, I stroked my cock against her body before I pushed… slowly. I had to go slow, I felt like I’d come at any moment if I didn’t move at the torturous pace.
I held her by the hips as I gripped her roughly. I didn’t want her to slam down on my shaft and take it deep, at least not yet. I pulled her body down, impaling her with my cock as I sucked her nipple in my mouth.
When her pussy was an inch from having my entire shaft buried inside her I thrust my hips upward, burying my dick inside her.
She let out a gasp as the tip hit her cervix. “Oh,” she said as her eyes closed partially and I pulled out just as slow as I went in, not releasing her hips or giving her the ability to fuck me.
“Feel them?” I asked, studying her face.
“Yes, oh. My. God. I. Do,” she said, stumbling on each word as I moved in and out of her.
I couldn’t control myself anymore. Fuck this. I never liked slow. I wasn’t built for it.
Her feet were barely touching the floor as I pulled her down my length. I controlled her like a ragdoll in my arms as I fucked her.
God, she felt fanfuckingtastic.
My thighs burned as I plunged inside of her, pulling her against me with each thrust.
The impact was volcanic.
The sound of our skin slapping and the water sloshing in shower filled the small space, echoing. Her moans grew louder with each collision until she trembled in my arms.
I couldn’t hold out any longer. I picked up the speed, using my dick as a battering ram and her pussy as the object of its blow.
Her body bounced in my arms, her limbs moving on their own as her head fell back, exposing her neck.
“Eyes on me, Mia. I own this orgasm. I earned it.”
Her head snapped forward and she stared at me with glassy eyes. Her tits bounced with each blow–a spectacular fucking sight.
My brute force drove her over the edge as she screamed, her pussy milking my cock. I rammed into her as my balls grew tight and my dick began to jerk. My entire body tingled, as all my muscles grew stiff.
I began to shake.
Fuck.
I couldn’t remember the last time I came with such intensity. It was better than any high I ever chased in my life. Mia became my new addiction.
Chapter 11
Wrapping a towel around my body, I looked at him with a small grin. “Michael, will you stay tonight? I’m not looking for anything more from you, but I’d...”
He put his finger against my lips. “I’ll stay, Mia, I want to.” He pulled his finger away, smiling.
He looked beautiful with a towel around his waist; tiny droplets of water sliding down his muscular torso.
“I mean, I don’t want...”
He shook his head, wrapping me in his arms. “Woman, I said I want to. No one makes me do anything I don’t want to. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you. Can you stop talkin’ and get that fine ass in bed?”
Biting my lip, wanting to laugh, I nodded and broke free from his embrace.
“Which side?” I asked, as I walked in the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in the middle.”
“The middle it is then, get in and scoot over, and I’ll work around you,” he said, following me.
I nodded, looking down at my towel. “Let me grab some pajamas first.”
I took one step away from the bed before he grabbed the towel and pulled, stripping me bare. “Seen it all, Doc. Felt it too. No clothes, just us and the bed.”
Shrugging, I said, “Okay,” with a soft voice.
In the center of the bed, I watched as he folded my towel and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later he emerged stark naked in all his glory. The phrase fit him perfectly. It was a damn glorious sight.
I stared, licking my lips as he walked toward the bed. It’s not often a person can actually see the flex and release of a muscle with such definition.
The man didn’t have an ounce of body fat anywhere that I could see. Even his ass felt rock hard underneath my heels earlier.
His cock twitched and I quickly looked up at his face. My sex ached from the battering it took earlier. I missed that feeling, the one that reminded me of being pleasured.
“Like what you see?” he asked, winking at me as he lifted the sheet.
“Not bad,” I said, trying to seem indifferent.
He slid across the material and pressed his body to mine.
His hard to my soft felt amazing.
Brushing the hair off my forehead, he asked, “You sleep on your back or you side?”
“I toss and turn mostly.” I stared into his soft brown eyes.
He smiled as his hand stilled against my hair. “Good, I sleep on my back,” he said, rolling over. “Come here.”
I scooted across the bed as he lifted his arm. I put my head on his chest, sighing and smiled against his skin. The hardness under my cheek softened as he wrapped his arm around me and started to stroke my arm.
I moved my legs a couple times trying to get comfortable.
“Put your leg over me. Make yourself comfortable.”
I adjust my body, placing my hand that had been smashed between us on my leg and wrapped it around his bottom half.
Placing his arm back on my shoulder, he whispered, “Good now?”
“Perfect,” I said as I placed my hand against his hard pec.
I stroked the spot between his two pecs, watching the path of my fingers until my eyes felt heavy. Mindlessly running my finger back and forth, I didn’t feel the need to toss and turn like normal.
I felt at peace.
“Just close your eyes, Mia.” He stroked my forearm lying on his chest and dug his fingers in my
hair massaging my scalp.
I mumbled against his skin unable to speak, lost in the feel of him all over me.
Stirring my cup of coffee, as I watched the cream swirl in the cup, I felt more rested than I had in years.
Michael did this.
I felt so safe in his arms that I didn’t wake up once last night with a nightmare. I don’t think I had a dream at all, as a matter of fact.
Michael kissed me goodbye early in the morning after we talked about seeing each other again soon.
The relationship wasn’t going to be easy, but he promised he wasn’t kissing me goodbye.
“You must have had a real good time this weekend, Doctor.” The voice pulled me out of my happy thoughts. A nurse leaning against the counter studied me with a shitty ass grin.
“Yeah, it was decent.” I didn’t feel like talking to her. It was none of her damn business.
Pointing at my neck, she laughed. “From the love bite on your neck, I’d say it was a little more than decent.”
Dropping the spoon, my hand flew to the spot that he’d bit the night before. “Shit,” I muttered covering the spot.
“Happens to the best of us.” She giggled and shrugged.
“I have to go cover this up before I see patients. Nice seeing you.”
I didn’t know her name and felt kind of shitty about not addressing her properly, but there were too many damn people that worked in the hospital to memorize them all.
I started to walk away but she called out to me, “You’re not even going to give me any details? I did help you out.”
I called out over my shoulder to her, “I’m in a rush, but maybe another time.”
I heard her mumbling nasty words as I closed the door to the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I said as I leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting the red mark on my neck.
We were both too caught up to put much thought into anything, especially a hickey.
Pulling a tube of cover-up from my purse, I dabbed the cream over the spot on my neck and sighed. It screamed ‘love bite’. I pulled my ponytail to the side as I tried to hide it.
It shouted ‘hey I’m hiding something’.
