Going the Distance (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cara Addison

  He glanced down at her, pulling her hair back behind her neck. “Bored?”

  “Not anymore.” She leaned in and kissed him, fascinated with the results of her tender kiss. He stirred. She slipped one arm around his back, settling in for an adventure.

  She kissed and licked her way up his shaft, following the gradual swelling of his cock. She licked her fingers, gently circling them around his rim before leaning in to trace the pattern with her tongue.

  She nudged his legs apart, dropping to kiss his balls. She licked and kissed, then encircled them with her tongue. She paused, softly running her finger up his shaft.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, tangling his fingers in her hair.

  “Playing.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  She spent twenty minutes licking and touching, then kissing and brushing her tongue and her fingers around and over his cock, without ever taking him into her mouth.

  A drop of fluid appeared, and she licked it. “What does it taste like?”

  She looked up at him. “Sweet.”

  She massaged her hand up his shaft, squeezing out another drop of fluid. She took another lick. “A little tangy, maybe.”

  “Hmmm,” he murmured, turning his attention back to the television.

  She went back to kissing him. She ran her tongue up his shaft and pressed against a sensitive spot at the base of his head. His quadriceps tightened. She pressed again, flicking her tongue against the highly sensitive area.

  He shifted his hips and inhaled sharply. “Clearly you’re having fun, but are you actually going to blow me, or just tease me all night?”

  “I haven’t decided,” she teased, swirling her tongue against him again.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned. He pulled her hand to his shaft, wrapping her fingers around him. He guided her hand up and down. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded.

  She tightened her grip and pumped her fist as he had shown, resuming the licks and kisses on his head and around his rim. She could see that every muscle in his body was taut. His quads and his abs twitched as she moved. His breathing was shallow. He inhaled sharply, and at the last second she pulled his head into her mouth, plunging him deep. His fingers were in her hair and he muttered a string of expletives as his cum filled her mouth. She sucked on him as her hand pumped, slowly coming to rest as he relaxed. She swallowed, and reached for the water bottle on the bedside table. She took a long drink before returning to kiss and lick him as he softened.

  “You are delicious…”

  “I was just going to say the same thing.”

  She delivered one long last kiss before pulling the sheets up over him, laying her head in his lap. She draped her arm across his legs and closed her eyes. As the movie ended, he flicked off the TV. He could tell she was asleep, and gently lifted her head as he slipped under the covers, snuggling in next to her.

  * * * *

  Thursday morning they spent the morning in bed, alternating between sleep and sex. At noon, she walked out on the balcony. The weather was hot and sunny. They decided to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool. It wasn’t long before three couples sat down in the chairs next to them. She estimated they were her age, give or take a few years. It wasn’t long before they were all talking and laughing. They introduced themselves before meeting Chet and Bobbi, Tim and Krissy, and finally Nathan and Candace.

  “Where are you from?” Chet asked.

  “New York,” Brett answered.

  “Toronto,” Austin added. “You?”

  They were all from Chicago. The trip to San Diego was an annual getaway that had started in college. Austin walked toward the pool, inviting the three girls to join her. Brett noticed that all three sets of male eyes were glued to her bikini bottom as she walked away. The girls had finally cooled from the hot sun when she heard Brett call out to her. “Hey Austin.” He leaned toward the pool. “Do you want to go out to a club tonight?”

  She leaned against the pool deck, a broad smile on her face. “Absolutely. Sounds like fun.”

  He turned back to the three guys, making plans for a night of drinking and dancing.

  “How long have you been dating?” Bobbi, a petite blonde asked.

  Austin smiled. “I don’t know. Five, maybe six days.”

  All three girls stared at her. “What?” one asked incredulously. “You’re so comfortable together.”

  “Where did you meet?”

  Austin pointed across the pool deck.

  “So, you’re going to get on a plane at the end of the week and not see each other again?” Krissy asked.

  Austin felt a twinge in her stomach at the thought. “I guess so.”

  When they emerged from the pool, the guys had the entire evening planned out. They had made reservations for a VIP table with bottle service at F6ix, a trendy club in the Gaslamp District. Austin had booked a similar event for clients in Toronto, and she knew the night would be exclusive, luxurious, loud, and very expensive.

  “You probably go out to clubs like this in New York all the time, don’t you?” she asked, leaning her cool, wet body over him for a kiss.

  “When it comes to bankers, we believe that if you’re going to work hard…you should play hard.”

  As the afternoon sun faded, they went back to the hotel room. “I should nap.” She sighed. “It’s going to be a late night.” He crawled into bed next to her, and they had sex before giving in to a much-needed nap.

  * * * *

  They woke at eight o’clock and ordered room service, eating on the balcony. Austin excused herself to get ready. She showered, styled her hair, and applied her makeup before pulling a party dress out of the closet. She pulled on the indigo backless halter-strap dress. The fabric hugged her skin, the hem reaching just below her bottom. An extra layer of fabric covered the bodice and was ruched together at the waist.

  She called out to Brett, “Hey, do you mind if I wear heels?”

  “I expected you would.”

  She slipped on a pair of two-toned blue Manolo Blahnik strappy snakeskin heels. She was adding a silver pendant necklace that dangled between her breasts as he walked into the bedroom to dress.

  He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. She strutted toward him, the four-inch heels bringing them face-to-face. She kissed him, his eyes still wide in wonder. He stepped back, motioning for her to spin around. He stopped her when he caught a glimpse of her bare back. He ran his hand up her spine. “Are you wearing a bra?”

  She nodded, running her finger over the clear strap that ran across the middle of her back.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he asked as he inspected her ass.

  “I am.” She laughed, lifting the hem to show him the tiny blue thong.

  He spun her the rest of the way around as she pulled her dress back down. “I am in so much trouble.” He laughed as he kissed her. “You belong in New York.”

  She was flattered. “Get ready. We’re supposed to be in the lobby in ten minutes.”

  She added a few items to her clutch purse as he pulled on a pair of dark tailored pants and a deep-gray pinstriped dress shirt. He rolled up the sleeves, leaving the collar open. A black snakeskin belt and a pair of stunning black dress shoes completed the outfit.

  It was almost ten o’clock when they walked into the crowded club, walking past the lineup and directly to their VIP table. A notable DJ was spinning, the dance floor packed, a sea of bodies in constant movement. Neon lights flickered as they settled into their private area overlooking the crowds. There was a mix of standing and seating space. Austin chose to stand at a table, moving her body to the music. A dedicated waitress took their order. She wasn’t sure what the bottle minimum was for their group, but assumed it would be significant. They ordered a bottle of vodka, champagne, and an assortment of other liquors. Within minutes, the waitress returned, setting up a central table with glasses, mixes, and ice. When drinks had been poured, they raised their glasses to each other. “Cheers.”

  Austin slam
med back a shot of vodka, motioning for the waitress to pour another. She downed the drink, setting down her glass. “Easy, kitten,” Brett cautioned, looking at her with wide eyes.

  She cupped her hands like a kitten’s paw and playfully batted at his arm. “It’s okay.” She leaned in to kiss him. “I stretched my liver.” She grabbed Krissy’s and Candace’s hands, leading them to the dance floor in the VIP area. Bobbi followed when she had finished her drink. Austin was by far the tallest of the four women, standing inches above many in the room. The DJ spun a Katy Perry song, and the women danced, clearly singing along to the words. Austin raised her hand above her head, her shoulders, hips, and entire body moving in perfect rhythm to the music. It was obvious that she was having a great time.

  Chet leaned over the table. “You’re one lucky bastard,” he said to Brett, nodding his head in Austin’s direction.

  “I’ve heard that a few times this week,” he responded, without taking his eyes of Austin.

  “If she can fuck anything like she can dance…” He didn’t finish his sentence, watching her lower her body to the music.

  “She can,” Brett confirmed.

  “She is something,” Chet added. “I mean…look at her.”

  Brett paused. “Ya. Add in that she’s smart, talented, funny, and easy to talk to, the sex is really just a delicious bonus.”

  The song shifted, and she turned to Brett, motioning for him to join her on the dance floor.

  Nathan and Tim were already dancing with their girlfriends. “I’m going in,” he warned, setting down his drink.

  Austin loosely draped her arms around his neck. She danced against his body. He spun her around, spooning her, mirroring her motion. She was thrilled that he could dance, and urged him on, reaching back to run her hand up his thigh. They danced to two more songs before she pulled him back to the seating area. Her skin was glistening. She drank a full glass of water before accepting another vodka with a splash of OJ. He sat down on the bench, pulling her onto his knee. She kissed him, tasting something other than vodka on his lips. “What are you drinking?” she asked, pointing to the clear liquid in his glass.

  “Tequila.”

  She raised an eyebrow before leaning in to kiss him again. She kissed her way to his ear where she whispered, “I want you.”

  He sat back and looked at her, weighing his options. He lifted her off his knee, and stood, walking her toward the bathroom. He leaned her against the wall of the darkened corner, kissing her. “Yours or mine?” he asked, nodding toward the bathroom doors.

  “Mine.”

  She pulled him into the restroom, and directly into a stall. The volume of the music was muted slightly. She closed the door and leaned him up against it, kissing him urgently. She undid his belt, unbuttoning and then unzipping his pants. His hands were on her breasts as his pants dropped to the floor. She bent at the knees, lowering herself against his body until she was squatting in front of his hard shaft. She placed a hand on each of his hips, licking and kissing him before taking him in her mouth. His hands were pressed against the side walls of the stall, bracing against the growing tension. She took him deep, sucking him as she swirled her tongue around him. His hips swayed slightly, instinctively reacting to her motion. “I’m…” He gasped, looking down at her eyes. “I’m going to-o-o come.” She watched his eyes slam shut as his cum hit her throat. She softly massaged his hips as his muscles gradually calmed. She lifted his pants as she rose, her delicious task completed. He tucked in his shirt and did up his pants as she kissed him.

  He slid his hands under the hem of her dress, sliding it up over her hips. He turned her, pressing her up against the wall of the stall. He lowered, nibbling a nipple that pressed against the fabric of her dress. She buried her fingers in his hair, gripping the curls at the base of his neck. He kissed his way from her hip, along the string of her thong, leading toward the tiny patch of fabric that covered her. He slipped the material out of the way with one thumb, kissing her pink flesh. She whimpered. He kissed and nibbled. It was only a moment before she was moaning, her legs trembling at his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes communicating his want for her to come. He pressed his tongue against her again and again, watching her body contort in response to his touch.

  She lifted his chin with one finger.

  He stood, kissing her lips. “Fuck, I wish I was hard,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you.”

  She melted into his arms. She kissed him, reluctantly tugging her dress back down over her hips before they left the stall. She quickly straightened her hair in the mirror before stepping back out into the crowds.

  Chet looked at him with a knowing smile when they returned to their VIP area. Chet leaned over. “Lucky. Fucking. Bastard.” Brett just smiled in response, accepting two fresh glasses of liquor that Chet offered. He handed one to Austin.

  They danced and drank for hours, the empty bottles lined up like trophies down the center of the table.

  Chapter 5

  Friday got off to a late start. They enjoyed a very late lunch by the pool. Austin pulled out her laptop, plunking away on the keys. She had been typing for a few minutes when Brett walked to the bar for drinks. He returned a few minutes later with two cocktails.

  “Are you writing?” he asked curiously.

  “Yes,” she responded without looking up.

  “Is it a sex scene?”

  She glanced up at him, her fingers finishing her thought as she did. “How did you know?”

  “You’re wet.”

  She looked at him closely. “And how do you know that?”

  “Because, you’re wet right through your suit.”

  She glanced down between her cross-legged limbs to her bikini bottom. “Huh.” She pulled her legs together, and resumed typing.

  He took a drink and sunk back into his chair. Her fingers were flying across the keys. He sat up suddenly. “Are you writing about us?” he asked curiously.

  She laughed lightly. “No.” She took a sip of the fruity cocktail. “But if I ever did, I’d be sure to change your name to protect your innocence.”

  He laughed in response to the dripping sarcasm in her voice. “What would you change it to?”

  She paused, thinking of a suitable name. “Brent.”

  “Brent? You’d change one letter? I’m sure no one would put together the pieces of the puzzle.”

  “I could alter the story and write you as a banker from Morgan Stanley or JP Morgan.”

  “Ouch,” he recoiled. “Don’t bother. I’d rather you use my name than bastardize the story like that.”

  She went back to typing.

  “What are you writing about?”

  She was in the middle of a thought that she didn’t want to interrupt. She tossed her notepad at him, her storyline scribbled out as an outline for the story that was taking shape.

  “A threesome?” he exclaimed.

  She closed the lid of her laptop and stared at him, keenly aware that he had drawn the attention of a number of poolside guests.

  “Is this a…” He searched for the right word, “fantasy of yours?”

  “No,” she said without hesitation. She softened her voice. “But it is for some of my readers, and I like to give them what they want.”

  She went back to typing, the chapter unfolding as her fingers clicked and clacked.

  “You should have Dale read it. I’m sure he could provide some valuable technical insight. Two-on-one is his preferred style of dating.”

  She looked at him inquiringly. “Dale? Your friend on Skype?”

  He nodded.

  “Your good friend, Dale?” she pushed further.

  “Ya.”

  She paused before asking her next question, not sure that she wanted to know the answer. “Have you ever joined him on a date?”

  He snorted, almost choking on his drink. “God no,” he exclaimed. “For Dale, it’s always two women. Always.” He leaned over and kissed her. “I think I just saw a hint of
jealousy there, Austin.”

  She chuckled and went back to typing, churning out two more paragraphs.

  “That’s incredible. How fast can you type?”

  She paused and looked at him. “I can type eighty words per minute.” She took a sip of her drink. “When I’m not interrupted.”

  He ignored the jab. “How long is a chapter?”

  “It can be as long as five thousand words, but these are shorter stories, so they’re more likely to be two or three thousand words.”

  “So you can churn out a chapter in an hour or less?” he asked incredulously.

  “In theory, but realistically it takes an entire day to write a chapter. Sometimes there’s research, other times there are details that require pause and time to think.” She leaned over and put her hand on his knee. “I just need a few more minutes to jot down these thoughts,” she added as she tapped her temple. “Then I’ll put my laptop away. I promise.”

  In ten minutes, she had the guts of a chapter written down. She closed the laptop and placed it at the foot of her lounger as she sat back to soak up the sun.

  “Can I read it?” he asked, leaning over to pick up the computer.

  “It isn’t ready. I’ll send you a copy when it’s finished.” She leaned in to kiss him.

  She sat back and smiled as Chet and Bobbi walked across the pool deck toward them. They pulled up a set of chairs and sat down.

  “Well, good morning,” Brett said.

  “You’re looking a little rough,” Austin added, smiling at Bobbi. “Where are the others?”

  “Sleeping. My head!” she exclaimed. “How can you drink so much,” she asked Austin, “and look so good?”

  “Experience,” Austin replied. “Lots and lots of experience. Come join me for a swim. You’ll feel better.”

  “In a minute,” she replied. “I need a little more time for the painkillers to kick in.”

  Austin walked to the edge of the pool, letting the water cool her sun-kissed skin as she descended down the stairs. She stood in front of them in waist-deep water, leaning against the pool deck.