Big Shot ~ Kim Karr

by Karr, Kim

  His exultant groan echoes around the room, and then let’s go of my ankles. “Stand up,” he orders.

  The tone of his voice makes my pulse race, and I scurry as fast as I can to stand up. Just as I do, he takes a seat, like a king, sitting on his throne. I have the oddest urge to put my hands behind my back, so I do.

  “That’s it, Tess,” he says, grabbing my hips and moving me between his legs. Once I’m in place, he drops to his knees where he places his mouth on my pussy and his hands on my ass. His fingers skate up the middle and back down. Over and over. All the while, kissing my soft flesh lightly.

  “I want to make you feel good.” His voice grows hoarse. “Do you want that?”

  “You know I do.”

  He nips at my inner thigh. “Say yes, Tess.”

  I throw my head back. “Yes.”

  I can feel his grin. “That’s what I want to hear. Now I’m going to lick you, suck you between my lips, taste you, eat you until you scream.”

  My breath catches on his words.

  True to his word, he starts to suck and lick me, and the muscles in my thighs begin to tremble and tighten. Then he slides a finger inside me, and I wonder how it is something like this has never felt this good before.

  “Oh, God, yes,” I whimper. “I don’t think I stand much longer.”

  I’m on my back in a hot minute, and he’s hovering between my legs with his mouth on my bare flesh and his tongue circling my clit.

  His tongue slides inside me, fucking me in slow, sensual strokes. Over and over, he continues to lick and suck me. Soon, I arch in ecstasy and cry out as the sensations take over me and I have to remind myself to breathe.

  “Come for me,” he says huskily, raising his head to look up my body.

  “I want to wait and come with you,” I pant, writhing in pleasure beneath him.

  “Come all over my mouth, Tess. I’ll work you up again, I promise.”

  “Okay,” I moan when he slides his tongue back inside me, fiercer than before, as if tasting me from the inside. “Yes,” I moan even louder when he slips his thumb over my clit, rolling it as he continues to lick and suck in perfect rhythm.

  “You’re so tight. So wet. So ready,” he groans.

  I close my eyes as I start to lose myself.

  I clutch the sheets.

  Just then my ass comes off the bed, and I thrust upward at the pressure he exerts with his thumb. “Now, Tess,” he growls. “Let go.”

  He strokes me with his thumb and his fingers and his tongue, and I am unable to hold back any longer. I come in a hard rush, going wild beneath him. My inner muscles clamp around his fingers, my legs close against his head, anchoring him to me, and my toes curl as pleasure rips through me. I roll my hips and buck, as wave after wave of my orgasm takes control of me.

  I know it is so cliché when a woman says she sees stars, but I see stars, the moon, and every planet in the solar system. I never want this amazing feeling to end. When I finally stop moaning and float down to earth, he pulls his face away from my pussy.

  I miss his warm breath there immediately.

  Standing in front of me, he leans down and places his palms on either side of my shoulders, and then he kisses me.

  Pulling back slightly, he stares into my eyes. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”

  Heat rushes to my cheeks.

  He lifts my chin. “Don’t be embarrassed. You taste like sweet honey, and I want you to taste it.”

  I sigh and slide my hands over his shoulders. “Take your shirt off.”

  He laughs, “Round two?”

  I nod. “You promised me you’d make me come again, this time I want you to do it with your cock.”

  He raises a brow, impressed with my dirty talk. “If you insist,” he says, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it to the ground. He then drops beside me so we are facing each other and I run my fingers down his smooth chest, tracing every line and muscle. When I reach the top of his jeans, I look at him.

  His face is filled with desire.

  “Take your pants off.”

  His eyes sparkle with amusement as he lifts his torso and lowers them, kicking them off easily. Immediately, his cock stands straight up. He is long and hard and beautiful. And I can’t wait to touch him. I have him in my hand and am stroking him before he has even laid back down.

  He covers my hand with his. His hand moves mine, up and down his erection in smooth even strokes. I wouldn’t have ever thought I could be even more turned on, but my sex clenches as my palms rub over his silky smooth shaft.

  After allowing me to stroke him a few more times, he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. “Fuck me,” he says to me as he rips it open.

  I can’t wait.

  As soon as he puts the condom on, he pulls me on top of him. I am on my knees and stare down at him. At his flat belly that is tight with muscles. At his strong arms. At his face. At him.

  Just him.

  He positions himself with ease and I lower myself down. He fills me and it feels so good. His hands are on my hips and he guides me. Moving me up and down—slowly at first, then faster, much faster. His hips are surging forward. He is groaning. I’m moaning as my lower belly coils with tension and my thighs begin to vibrate.

  His hands shift a little and he lifts me off him, his cock is so hard it must be painful. “Lie on your stomach, I’m going to make you come even harder this time.”

  I don’t even hesitate. I flip over quickly.

  He gets off the bed and pulls me toward him. “Get up on your hands and knees, baby.”

  Baby.

  That’s twice.

  I like it.

  I look over my shoulder and see him grasping his cock with one hand, and then I feel him spreading me open with the other. He then positions himself at my pussy and pushes in so slowly it almost hurts.

  In and out.

  In and out.

  Slow.

  Delicious.

  As he thrusts deeper, his hand goes to the crease in my ass, and he circles me with his thumb. The new sensation has my pussy fluttering. “Do you like this?” he whispers leaning over my body and into my ear.

  “Yes,” I cry out.

  “I want to take it. Have you ever had anyone there?”

  I shake my head no.

  “Do you want me to fuck you there someday, Tess?”

  “Yes,” I cry out again.

  “Soon,” he growls in my ear. “Very soon.”

  His thrusts grow harder and faster with each passing moment. He reaches underneath me, circling my waist, his fingers splaying wide against my belly. Then he lowers his fingers, delving into the folds of my pussy. As soon as his finger brushes over my clit, I cry out, “Oh God, yes, Nick, yes.”

  The moment I scream out his name, he thrusts harder and deeper. He’s now stroking my clit with more pressure, and then he presses his thumb against the pucker of my ass with the other. That’s when I fly over the edge.

  I’ve had hundreds, maybe thousands of orgasms in my life—never have I had one like this.

  My hands ball into fists and I scream out—loudly.

  “Fuck,” he hisses as he stills his body.

  My body shakes and trembles and I collapse on the bed. Nick follows, laying his chest on my back and kissing my shoulder.

  “Oh, my God,” I manage.

  “You feel like heaven,” Nick grunts.

  “I’ve never come like that before. That felt so incredible,” I whisper.

  “I know the feeling,” he admits.

  Silence falls between us as we struggle to catch our breath. Neither of us delve into our orgasms any further.

  Then Nick shifts, pulling out of me, and we both moan.

  Soon, too soon, he stands to dispose of the condom. “Are you thirsty?” he asks.

  I shake my head no.

  While in the bathroom, I hear him turn the shower on, and I’m surprised when he comes back into the bedroom right away.


  He extends his hand. He is so close to me I can see the blue glimmering in his eyes from the faint light illuminating the room. “Come on, let’s take a shower. It’s early still, so I have plenty of time to romance you properly.”

  I accept his proffered hand. “Nick, please stop teasing me about that. I didn’t mean it that way at all.”

  “Does that mean you don’t want to sit outside beside a fire with a glass of wine and enjoy the view?”

  I step toward him. “No, that doesn’t mean that.”

  “Does that mean you don’t want to be naked under a blanket while I feast on your sweet pussy again?”

  Laughing now because really, he is taking things too far, I step even closer and jump up, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “I definitely didn’t mean that.”

  Firmly holding me, his thumb strokes up the crack of my ass and once again circles the puckered area. “Does that mean you don’t want me to do this?”

  I press my face against his shoulder and bite down in pleasure. I had no idea how good that could feel. “No, it doesn’t.”

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I nod. “Very, very much. Not only do you have a magical tongue, but magical fingers too.”

  He nips at my lip. “And penis.”

  I nod.

  “Say it, Tess, I want to hear the words.”

  I giggle. “You also have a magical penis, Nick Carrington.”

  “Good. Now that we got that straight, there should be no more problems between us. Do you want to get started on the magic penis right now,” he says, circling my puckered skin.

  I shake my head no.

  He circles his thumb and I press my soaking wet pussy against him. “You sure?”

  I nod. “One earth-shattering experience a night is all I can handle.”

  “Earth-shattering? Say that again.”

  I bring my mouth to his. “Shut up and kiss me.”

  “Say please.”

  “Please,” I breathe out.

  “You’re learning,” he says, and then his mouth is on mine, owning me, and taking my breath away.

  For sex with Nick, I will learn to say please.

  With Nick, I might even beg.

  Nick

  FOR AS LONG as I can remember I’ve always been somewhat of a selfish prick, especially in the sack.

  Sure, I liked to get women off, but only because I knew it would make my orgasm that much sweeter.

  Getting Tess off though, that is something I can’t get enough off. The sounds she makes. The way she moves. The way her body responds. Her orgasms are like a drug, the more I get, the more I want.

  And when she gets me off—fuck, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

  Today is Monday, and Tess had Max for the morning while I went to work. I knew she’d be taking him to preschool around eleven, so I called her and asked her to drop back by Fiona and Ethan’s place for a quick second before heading to the café. Max was being a chatterbox, so she didn’t play fifty questions or try to argue. I’m sure she thought it would be easier just to do as I asked. And yes, she’s learning, and yes that made me smile.

  The reason for the quick rendezvous—I had a gift for her, well actually two.

  As soon as she walked up the stairs she saw it. The old-fashioned cash register she wanted for her café. I had put a bid on it last week on eBay, won the auction, and it arrived this morning.

  Now, she’s thanking me, on her knees in front of me.

  I slide my hands through her hair, curling the strands around my fingers as I lean into her. Deeper. Each movement bringing pleasure that sets me on fire.

  I’ve been with many women, that is no secret, but Tess is different. I can’t explain it, and for now, I don’t want to dive too deep. All I know is that when we’re together we talk about things I have never talked about. We laugh more than I ever remember laughing. And our chemistry in bed is off-the-charts.

  I think I now understand the meaning of the phrase, ‘pussy-whipped.”

  My pants are at my ankles, the belt jingling against the floor as I sink into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat before sliding back out.

  She licks her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cock and I groan, “Fuck, that feels so good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better than your mouth around my cock.”

  I can feel her smirk.

  This time as she slides her mouth over my cock, she takes me so deep that I can’t hold on to my sanity any longer.

  “I’m going to come, baby. What do you want to do?” I ask in a strained voice.

  Her answer comes when she puts her hands on my ass and holds me to her mouth, milking my cock for everything I have.

  And then I come and come and come.

  Once I’m spent, she tears her mouth away from my cock and stares up at me. “Well, that was unexpected.”

  I cup her face in my hands, and pull her up to me. “Yeah, but I’m not complaining. It’s not like I was going to turn your offer of a blowjob down.”

  She bats my chest with her tiny fist. “I think being around you is turning me into a sex addict.”

  “Ouch,” I joke and yank my pants up. Once I button them and fasten my belt, I reach around to the bag on the counter and hand it to her. “I got you one more thing.”

  Suspicion looms in her eyes as she takes it. Slowly she opens the bag and pulls the rectangular box of lubricant out. She shakes her head at me.

  “What?” I say, “I thought we could get started on what we talked about the other night.”

  “How do you know I’ll be in the mood for sex tonight?”

  I pull her close and place my hands on her ass. “Because we only have two nights left before our babysitting gig is over and I know you’ll want to make the most of it.”

  Tess pushes away from me and tosses the lube on the counter. “Is sex the only thing you ever think about?”

  She doesn’t look at me. She gives me her profile, staring into the kitchen.

  When she finally meets my gaze, her eyes are blazing with some unnamed emotion. I stare at her, wondering where the hell this is coming from and answer honestly, “It’s not the only thing, but it’s right up there with business and basketball.”

  The smell of her perfume wraps around me as she brushes past me. “I have to go and check on the contractors at the café.”

  “Tess, wait,” I call out. “What’s wrong?”

  Over her shoulder she says, “Sometimes you really are a jerk.”

  Infuriated, I take a tentative step to go after her, but decide against it. Instead, I stand at the counter, stunned that she just walked out on me.

  What the hell?

  Nick

  I STRIDE INTO the building and ride the elevator up to my floor, still feeling pissed as hell about what happened with Tess.

  The office is quiet. Everyone must be at lunch or out scouting. Frustrated, I toss my coat on the rack. Striding across the room, I slam my briefcase onto my desk and then flop down into my chair.

  Before I can stop myself, I pull my phone out of my pocket and consider calling her. I bring up her number, but can’t bring myself to hit the call button. I switch to text and hover my fingers over the keypad. Words escape me. Nice ones anyway.

  Dropping it to my desk, I look at the stack of notes, list of calls that need returning, and documents that should be signed. Leaving everything untouched, I lean back in my chair replaying the events of the past hour in my head.

  What the hell did I say?

  Or not say?

  The knock on the door forces me to stop thinking about it. I glance up to see Hayden with a worried look on his face.

  “What’s up?” I ask.

  He shoves his hand through his hair. “We need to talk.”

  “Sure, come in and sit down.”

  The chair is opposite my desk, and Hayden takes a seat.

  “What’s going on?”

  He sighs. “I hate to bring this up, but Ash
and I think you should know what’s going on.”

  I steeple my hands together. “That statement infers there is something going on that I don’t know about.”

  Clearing his throat, Hayden says, “Nick, what I mean is Ash and I wanted to handle this, but it’s gotten too big.”

  Growing impatient, I ask, “What exactly is this?”

  “This is Bigelow,” Hayden rushes.

  I furrow my brow. “Bigelow?”

  “Chill man and let me explain, will you?”

  I wave a hand. “Yeah, sorry, go on.”

  As if settling in for a long-winded story, Hayden crosses his leg over his knee. “Over the past week Bigelow has undercut the last four clients I asked Natasha to show properties to, and then he underbid a property Ash just about had in the bag. He’s about to do the same right now. Ash is out today trying to salvage the bid on that old publishing house near Harold Washington Library Center that the county owns. But it seems Bigelow has someone at county on his payroll, and it looks like he’s going to win the auction.”

  I lean forward. “Did Bigelow underbid Ash?”

  “Yeah, but only by like five grand.”

  I take in a long breath, processing this information. “So Bigelow somehow found out what our bid was,” I surmise.

  He nods.

  “You think Bigelow is messing with us or just doing business the way he does business? It’s inevitable that we’re going to start overlapping soon.”

  “Fuck yeah he’s messing with us.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “The only thing that makes sense is he must have found out you rented Tess that property for under market value and now he’s going to show us who’s boss.”

  I level my stare. “Then we don’t let him.”

  As if unsure, Hayden rubs his hands down his pants. “And how do we do that?”

  “Underbid, undercut, and outsmart every step of the way.”

  “You sure you want to do that? It’s going to cost you.”

  “Do you have any other ideas?”

  His frown deepens. “No, but going to war with the likes of Bigelow could get messy. Let me talk to Ash, and get back with you tomorrow. Do me a favor though?”

  I lean back in my chair. “Sure, what do you need?”