by Terry Towers
"Tessa." He traced her lower lip with his thumb. She caught his thumb between her teeth and opened her eyes at the sound of his deep, throaty chuckle.
Their eyes locked, the heat and lust within his blue eyes made the throbbing between her legs intensify. "I want you," she admitted, surprising herself that she admitted that out loud.
"I know." Stepping back from her, he placed a hand at the small of her back and ushered her inside.
"So, is it that evident?" Tessa asked, slightly embarrassed as they entered the house. How many embarrassing moments could one woman endure before she died of humiliation? The way she was going this evening, she’d be likely to find out.
He chuckled and walked past her and into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket as he walked. "So where's the coffee packets?" He held his hand up to her. "I can remember." Leaning down, he pulled open the middle drawer. That wasn’t the drawer; the coffee was in the top.
Oh my God! The last thing she wanted was for him to see the contents of that drawer! "Chase. Stop!" She rushed over to his side, but she was too late. The drawer was open and he was staring down and into it with a look of shock and disbelief on his face.
Chapter 4
Tessa
Before she could stop him, Chase bent down and grabbed a couple of items from the drawer. He gave the pocket pussy a shake; the fake vagina flopped back and forth in his hand with the motion. He set the fake cylinder-shaped pussy on the countertop and focused his attention on the item in his other hand, a small finger vibrator. After slipping it on his index finger, he flipped it on and it buzzed softly.
There was no moment in the past twenty-eight years that Tessa could remember being so embarrassed. "I can explain..."
Chase turned to face her, leaning a hip against the counter, and crossed his arms over his chest. Tessa didn't miss the fact the mini vibrator was still buzzing away against his index finger.
Raising a brow, he grinned down at her. "I can't wait to find out why you have a kitchen drawer full of sex toys and porn. Not sure there’s an explanation I’ve wanted more, to be honest."
Oh, dear God! She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Snatching the mini vibrator from his finger she turned it off and tossed it back in the drawer.
"You have no idea how cute you are when you're embarrassed."
"Then I must have been absolutely adorable all evening." She grabbed the pocket pussy from the countertop and also tossed it back in the drawer.
"No. No. I'm not done looking." He bent down and began to pull the contents out of the drawer and place them on the countertop. "If you want to make me that coffee while I look feel free."
Taking a deep breath in, she exhaled slowly, trying to settle her frazzled nerves. She supposed she would have told him about it eventually. But she would have liked to have been with him intimately a few times before showing him her stash that made her look like some sort of sex addict. She needed to explain this ASAP, before he got the wrong impression.
"Listen. So I decided I wanted a vibrator. I'd never had one before and thought since I haven't been with someone for a couple of years that it would do." She couldn't look at him as she talked; instead she busied herself preparing his coffee.
“Uh-huh. Okay.”
"So I went onto an adult toy site online and bought the vibrator and while I was there I saw the parody porn section and being a horror movie buff I couldn't resist the porn versions of Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween. Then they threw in the freebie gifts. The more you spent the more surprise freebies you got."
"Okay, that explains about ten percent of the collection you have here." He was halfway through pulling out her collection and the countertop was quickly filling. This was beyond embarrassing.
She could hear the amusement in his tone and despite her extreme embarrassment, she couldn't help the grin touching her lips as she turned back to face him with his coffee in hand. He looked as excited as a kid in a toy store rummaging through her stash. She set his coffee down in front of him and then picked up the pocket pussy and waved it at him.
A bout of laughter erupted from Chase, which took a couple of minutes for him to recover from. "So that wasn't a selected buy?"
"No!" Without thinking, she poked at the entrance with her index finger. "And quite frankly I just can't see how a man would even want to use this..." She thrust it at him. "Feel it."
"Nah, I..." His face flushed slightly.
Is Chase Gamble embarrassed by something? The idea was amusing to Tessa and also fuelled her brazenness.
"Feel it. Stick your finger in. Doesn't even feel real." She thrust it in his direction once more. “Come on, what do you think?”
Reluctantly, he accepted the pocket pussy and tried it himself, poking the entrance with his finger, pulling at it to determine how wide it would go and examining it with more interest. It looked as though he was giving it some serious thought. "Gee. I don't know. I’d have to lube it up and give it a try."
"You've never used one?" She couldn't believe she asked him, but the surprised look on his face when he lifted his eyes from the fake pussy to meet hers was adorable and priceless. She was beginning to see why he relished seeing her embarrassed.
"No. I... I'm honestly quite green when it comes to these things. I’ve never really needed props."
Tessa rolled her eyes at him. "Oh please. Do you seriously want me to believe that you are unfamiliar with this stuff?" Gaining confidence from his uneasiness, she grabbed a cockring with a vibrating egg attached to it. "You've never used one of these?"
Another roar of laughter erupted from Chase as he examined the vibrating cockring. Pulling the silver vibrating egg from the ring he placed it onto the countertop and turned it on. The silver egg danced and hummed on the countertop.
Oh my God, what are we doing? She never dreamed that she'd have to be going through sex toys with a man she was just starting to date. The really odd thing about it was that she wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as she thought she would be. After the initial embarrassment of his discovering her stash, she found discussing the items and the topic of sex in general with him was actually quite fun and certainly entertaining. Why him, she had no idea, but she doubted she'd have been able to go through her collection of sex toys and videos with anyone else.
Once they finished going through and putting away her collection, including the movies, which included a porn shoot in 3D, the atmosphere turned from light and free to something more intense. Chase stepped back and seated himself on one of the barstools sitting behind the counter. Taking her hand, he pulled her into him.
"Chase." Tessa stepped up in between his legs and pressed her palms flat against his chest. She fingered the contours of muscle in his chest through his shirt as her eyes locked to his.
Slipping his arms around her waist, Chase pulled her closer. She nervously swiped her tongue along her lower lip in anticipation. She wanted him. Here. Now. She touched the side of his face, her fingertip tracing his strong, square jaw.
Chase lowered his lips to hers. He nipped at her lower lip and she sighed, melting into him. His body felt so powerful against her smaller frame and she longed to feel his warm flesh against hers without the restriction of clothing. His tongue slipped past her parted lips and lashed out at hers, forcing hers into submission.
The throbbing between her legs intensified and she rubbed up against him, feeling the hard ridge of his growing cock under the restrictive denim. She wanted to slide her hand to the front of his pants and stroke the ridge of his shaft, and then hear his groan of anticipation, but restrained herself. She'd made the move to kiss him earlier, but it was up to him to progress things this time.
His hands cupped her bottom and he pulled her groin tight to his. "Damn Tessa," he murmured as his lips left hers and began to kiss their way along her jaw and down the length of her neck. Each kiss and each nip he made to the side of her neck sent a shiver down her spine that exploded in need between her legs.
Tessa fisted the front of his shirt, her breasts brushing against his hard wall of a chest. As his lips hit her collarbone, she closed her eyes, arched her back and let her head fall backwards, her dark hair cascading down her back. Her ample breasts threatened to spill from the bodice of her dress, but she didn't care. All that mattered for the moment was the delicious feel of his lips.
"You're so beautiful." When his lips reached the center of her chest, just above the bodice of her dress, his kisses stopped and he pulled back. “You’re just one surprise after another.”
"My God, I want you," she whispered, opening her eyes and catching his storm-filled ones.
"I want you too," he said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. "But I like you too much, which is why I'm going to leave now."
He stood up, forcing her to take a couple of steps backwards to give him room.
"But..." Her head was swimming as her body hummed with need, clouding her judgment. Wasn’t the fact he liked her a good thing?
He caught her chin in his hand and kissed her once more, tenderly. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Tessa nodded, disappointed he was leaving, but impressed that he had the restraint to leave her when she was so openly willing to give herself to him. Chase pulled his jacket on and then leaned down to kiss her one more time. Tessa clung to the front of his jacket, pressing herself along the length of his body, trying to memorize how wonderful he felt against her – how perfectly they fit to each other.
When his lips left hers, he left her breathless and anxious for more, but he quickly stepped out of her reach and made his way to the door. With his hand on the door handle, he turned back to her and gave her a soft, sexy, heart-stopping smile. "Goodnight Tessa."
"Goodnight, Chase."
Without another word he swung open the door and left in a hurry. Within a minute he was in his Jeep and speeding off into the night. With a loud sigh, Tessa fell back against the closed front door and closed her eyes. She recalled the feel of his body against hers, the deep, musk smell of his cologne and the taste of his lips, a mixture of wine and coffee.
Her body was on fire and she needed relief. Opening her eyes, she glanced over at the middle drawer in her kitchen island. If she couldn't have Chase tonight, she'd have to settle for her good old standby. As she walked over to the kitchen island, she hoped that it wouldn't be long before her trusty toy could be traded in for the real thing.
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Chase
“Ahhh, Jesus.” Chase rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he drove back to his place, hoping to relieve some of the tension within him. It wasn’t helping. He certainly didn’t expect what had happened at her place. Not that anything over the top happened, not really.
They’d kissed, no big deal. But it was the intensity of his attraction for her. It had been intense to begin with, but after discovering her stash, the handcuffs, the nipple clamps… Oh dear God, everything he could think of and then some he hadn’t realized existed she seemed to have. The possibilities, the pleasures, the things she’d hopefully be into experimenting with him. He’d had to get out of there, otherwise his pledge to himself to keep things slow would have been shot to hell. There was a point in his life where he’d have fucked her as soon as he got the chance, but he wasn’t that man anymore, or at least he was trying hard not to be.
Pulling into his driveway, he shut off the car and made his way into his house. not bothering to lock the door behind him in his haste. The erection in his pants was refusing to go down on its own; the twenty-minute drive home had been sheer agony for him to the point he was getting blue balls. Shrugging off his jacket, he tossed it across the back of the sofa and flopped down onto it, tugging at his belt and then undoing his jeans.
Pulling his penis from beneath his boxer briefs, he fisted it and immediately began stroking himself. Chase released a low groan and sank back into the sofa, closing his eyes. His mind drifted back to Tessa, the sweet but not-so-innocent Tessa. Tessa naked, splayed out on the bed, legs spread and beckoning him to her.
Ohhh, the toys. What would he use first? So many choices, so many ways to make her scream for him. He groaned again, tightening his hand around his dick and increasing the speed of his strokes.
The smell of her perfume, which was a sweet combination of lavender and citrus, seemed to have engraved itself in his mind. He’d caught himself numerous times throughout the night leaning into her, basking in the sweet smell that suited her so perfectly.
The tension within him increased, his balls beginning to throb, and he began to thrust up into his hand. He needed relief and soon. His mind drifted back to her, her nice round ass. Her dress had fit like a glove, giving away that she had been without panties. It would have been so damned easy to have bent her over the counter, pulled up her skirt, dropped to his knees and indulged in the scent and taste of her.
He groaned again; he was hitting the brink. So damned close. Tessa. Damn Tessa, what are you doing to me? he silently asked himself. He couldn’t remember being so riled up over a woman before. She was so damned erotically sexy without even trying.
Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. Her name kept repeating itself in his head as if on repeat as he imagined her naked, waiting, begging, saying his name…
The pressure became too much. With a final jerk of his wrist he groaned out, a wave of relief flooding his consciousness as his seed came spilling out, greeting his hand.
He sighed as he released his shaft and opened his eyes. He barely knew her and she’d already stamped herself on his brain.
Chapter 5
Tessa
“I’m not sure what I can’t believe more; the fact you actually went through with the tattoo or the fact you didn’t call that hot lawyer. I swear something is seriously messed up with you, Tessa,” Samantha stated as she passed the customer across the counter her change from the coffee. “I get that you’re still grieving for your mom, but getting a good lay might actually be what you need to lift your spirits.”
Tessa shrugged, mortified that Samantha insisted on discussing her sex life – or lack thereof – in front of customers. “I just didn’t think it was a good idea. That’s all.” Why did Samantha insist on harping on this? She took solace in the fact she only had one more week to go at the little coffee shop and she’d no longer have to deal with Samantha and the rest of the drama that tended to surround the girls working there.
With a huff, Samantha turned her attention back to the teenaged, female customer. “Hey, if a hot lawyer who drives a Jag went out of his way to give you his personal phone number, you’d call wouldn’t you?” she asked the female customer.
The girl looked from Samantha to Tessa and back again, clearly confused and uneasy about the line of conversation going on in front of her and as to why she was being pulled into their argument. “I suppose.”
“Exactly!” Samantha waved at Tessa. “That’s what I keep telling her. Any woman in their right mind would jump on it.”
Groaning inwardly, Tessa grabbed the coffee pots she needed to take out back to clean and wordlessly made her way to the back of the restaurant. She could have told Samantha about Chase, but decided not to. She didn’t even know if there was something to tell.
She deposited the pots into the sudsy water and began scrubbing them. Coffee stains were a bugger to get out and this was hardly her favourite task, but it kept her far away from Samantha and that was the main thing.
After ten minutes of scrubbing she chanced a look up at the security monitors to see how busy it was. Samantha hadn’t called her through the headset to ask her to go out front so she assumed it was fine. But as she stared at the monitor, her mouth dropped open and she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Samantha was chatting with the hottie lawyer.
It’s all right. No big deal. I don’t want him so she’s staking claim. No big deal, she told herself and forced herself to go back to scrubbing the pot. Samantha wasn’t known for being generous in sharing the men who came into the sh
op, no doubt she was jumping at the chance at hottie lawyer.
“You can thank me anytime,” Samantha’s voice said over the headset.
Thank her?
Tessa’s head snapped up and she watched hottie lawyer exit the coffee shop. Dropping the pot she’d been vigilantly scrubbing away at back into the water she dried her hands on a piece of paper towel and hustled her way to the front of the coffee shop. Samantha turned to face her as she walked out.
“What do you mean? Thank you? Thank you for what?”
Samantha grinned. “I got you the date. Tomorrow night, he’ll pick you up at your place, tomorrow at 8.”
Tessa stared at Samantha, speechless.
Placing her fists on her hips, Samantha scowled at Tessa. “You know, I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you.’”
“When did I say I even wanted to go on a date with him?” Tessa looked out and into the parking lot, but Eric McCloud and his Jaguar were long gone.
“Oh please. I know you haven’t been on a date in ages. Years even.” Her expression softened. “You need to get out there. You don’t have to marry the guy, just go out with him and if there’s a connection… you know, fuck him a few times.”
“I… I don’t know what to say right now, Sam.”
Samantha’s mood lightened and she smiled. “Like I said. Thank you. And I bet he really works out and has an eight-pack to die for.” She made a little moaning sound. “Damn, had it been anyone else but you, I’d have snatched onto him.”
“Look,” Tessa sighed. “It’s just, I started seeing someone.”
“No way! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Tessa leaned a hip against the counter. “Well, it’s only been one date.”
Samantha rolled her eyes. “One date isn’t seeing someone. It’s hardly anything.”
Maybe Sam was right. They’d gone out a couple of days ago and he hadn’t called or shown up again. Maybe he’d decided when he got home that he wasn’t interested after all. She hated feeling so insecure, but it was what it was.
