by Danica Avet
She’d briefly mentioned she has an appointment tomorrow that will take her out of the city for a couple of days and then she was going back to Chicago right after. This was her only night of freedom before she returned home. I don’t like it. I don’t want this night to end, don’t want this to be the only chance I might have to get to know her. The little tidbits she’s shared of her life have left me wanting more.
“It’s probably only an hour long,” I cajole. “You’ll be able to see more of the Quarter than we were able to on foot, learn a little of the history.” I see her beginning to waver at the thought of more sightseeing. “And you won’t have to fight the crowds to do it.”
She glances down at where our hands are clasped together. I tighten my hold because I don’t want her to say no. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until she looks back at me and says, “Okay.”
I have to be beaming like a moron, but I can’t help it. I feel as if I’m thirteen again, when Hanna Villegas agreed to go sit next to me in Biology. That’s how fucking messed up I am over Katie after only eight hours of mishaps, chance meetings, and conversation. I’m a little nervous, and a lot excited at the thought of what might happen if we end the night in bed together and I can explore the chemistry we have.
“Let’s go find a carriage,” I say instead of blurting my thoughts.
It wasn’t hard to find an empty carriage for hire. The cost was a little more than I thought it would be, but I don’t even hesitate to shell out the cash, making sure Katie doesn’t see the prices by pointing out Jackson Brewery in the distance. The driver seems to realize what I’m doing and pulls some kind of sheet over the placard.
I help her into the seat and join her. It’s a tight fit for my legs, but it has the added benefit of eating into Katie’s space. I purposely sit right in the middle of the bench, making sure our legs touch. She’s stiff as a board at first but, as we pull away from the curb, she slowly relaxes, peering around at the buildings as the driver gives his spiel.
I’m not interested in what he has to say, only in the expression on her face as she listens. She isn’t gorgeous, like Denise used to be before the plastic infusions, or like any of the girls I dated in college. She’s more… I don’t know, she’s just more real. She asks the driver questions about the stories he tells, her enthusiasm giving her face a soft glow.
I don’t know how long I stare at her, admiring the slight slope of her little nose, or the way she pushes her glasses up when they begin to slide down. A few times during the tour she reaches out to touch my leg, looking at me with big, sparkling eyes. I’m sure the tour is great, the history enthralling, but none of it holds a candle to Katie. At least, not in my mind.
She’s completely relaxed with me, laughing at something the driver says. I take advantage of her distraction and slip my arm around her shoulders when we turn another corner. I thought it was a smooth move, and one I did so I could have her closer, not to try to get my hand one of those soft-looking tits. But I must’ve lost some of my technique during my eleven year marriage because Katie jumps and looks at me with wide eyes.
The driver drones on, but neither of us are listening. She licks her lips, just a quick slide of her tongue, and I can’t take it anymore. Dipping my head, I kiss her. She doesn’t respond at first, yet she doesn’t push me away either. For a moment, I feel a flash of disappointment because the chemistry isn’t there. At least not the way I thought it’d be.
Then she lets out a soft sigh, her lips parting and her tongue flicking out to touch mine. Just that little lap kicked off an explosion of lust inside me that I haven’t felt in a long time. I don’t even think to worry that we’re riding in an open carriage, or that I promised myself I wouldn’t put the moves on her. I devour her, fucking her mouth with my tongue, sucking on hers when it ventures forward. She lets out this sound, sort of like a whimper, sort of like a moan, and I grip her face between my hands, tilting my head to the side to get deeper. I have to get deeper, need to be inside her.
My cock is hard as a fucking steel pipe in my jeans, my twisted position adding to the discomfort, but I’m not about to move. Katie’s fingers grip my biceps, her little nails digging in a little, as though she’s fighting herself. Whether it’s to pull away or get closer, I don’t know. My brain isn’t firing on all cylinders, with all the blood in my body flowing south. I just can’t let this end, so I soften the kiss, seduce her with soft sips of her mouth, little nips to her luscious bottom lip, until she relaxes again.
“Ahem.”
The sound punctures the cloud of lust that’s overtaken us. I don’t want to end this kiss, but I can tell the carriage isn’t moving anymore, my ears picking up the soft laughter of people nearby. Reluctantly pulling away from the most drugging mouth I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting, I lift my head to see the carriage was stopped in front of Jackson Square. There wasn’t a crowd staring at us or anything, but there are a few people hanging around, indulgent smiles on their faces.
I look back at Katie, whose gaze takes in our surroundings. I half-expect her to slap me and I don’t know whether I should apologize for letting it get so out of hand, or kiss her again. I really fucking want to kiss her again, do more than that actually, but it has to be her decision.
When she looks back at me, her expression is uncertain for a moment, vulnerable. Then she takes a deep breath and whispers, “Maybe we should take this back to the hotel.”
Kate
God, what am I doing?
The question keeps circling around my brain as I make out with Shaun in the elevator, but the voice of reason is so faint, so elusive, it’s easy to ignore. What I can’t ignore is the heat burning me alive from his kisses. He has me pinned in the corner of the cab, caging me in with his big body, one hard thigh pressing right up between my legs as he fucks my mouth with his tongue.
It sounds like a crude thing, mouth fucking, but it feels so good. He’s the best kisser ever, putting his whole body into it. Or maybe that’s me trying to get as close to him as I can. He moves, big hands sliding under my butt. I’m not coordinated and I weigh a ton, as Adam used to say, but I still maneuver myself until I have Shaun right where I want him. The hard ridge of his cock pressing against my center.
Whoa, wait a minute. Is he holding me up?
I try to pull out of the kiss, but he grinds against me and I go under again. It’s like a madness. One I don’t want to escape, because it feels so amazing. Even with Adam, who I thought was good in bed, I didn’t get this hot, this quick. Right now though, I’m so wet I’m afraid I might soak my jeans. Still, I want more. I want to find out if he is as hard as he feels. I want to know what he looks like under his clothes. I want to know how he feels inside me.
I want it all.
There’s a dinging sound and someone muffles a laugh. The elevator’s stopped. We both come up for air and that’s when I realize I’m wrapped around him like a python. I don’t even remember him lifting me off my feet, but he holds me without any apparent effort. I’m in awe of his strength. I’m not tall and proportionate. I’m short and plus-sized. There is a difference, yet Shaun doesn’t seem to be straining with anything other than desire.
“Sorry dude,” a man says from the hallway and I look over to see three young men standing there. “We uh, we’re going up too. Pool.” His throat bobs uncomfortably.
I don’t know who’s blushing harder, me or the three twenty-somethings.
I back into the corner, partly hiding behind Shaun’s shoulder. He helps by shifting so he’s slightly in front of me as the guys get in the car with us. The door closes and a weird silence falls over the small space. For some reason I sort of expected Shaun to act as if it was a mistake to be seen with me and that’s why he was shielding me. I guess being Adam’s dirty secret for three years has left deep scars about my self-worth, because I almost jump when Shaun reaches back and takes my hand in his.
He gives my fingers a squeeze, glancing down at me and winking. I can
feel the blush starting up, deeper than before, and I duck my head to stare at my feet. But I do it smiling.
“Hey, is that…?” One of the guys whispers before he’s shushed.
I peek up through my eyelashes to see them looking; looking at Shaun, not at me. Their gazes dart to the silent man at my side before they hold an entire, silent conversation with each other. I’m puzzled, so I look at Shaun as well. He seems aware of their scrutiny, but he’s completely relaxed, as though it doesn’t matter. Maybe they think he’s a celebrity or something.
I give a mental shrug and watch the numbers light up on the display. Should I take their interruption as a sign that I should go to my room instead of Shaun’s? That’s the question I ask myself as we near the fifteenth floor. He must’ve read my mind, or saw me take a hesitant step forward, because he gives my fingers another squeeze, a quiet signal of reassurance, and I stay in place.
The guys continue whispering to each other, their words hard to understand, but I decide they aren’t worth knowing. Shaun doesn’t want this night to end and neither do I. Was I crazy for taking a leap like this? Yes. Would I have regrets in the morning? Probably, especially as I wouldn’t see him again after tonight, and I’m not really a one-night-stand kind of woman. Then again, I’ve never had the same kind of instant attraction with anyone before either.
The elevator makes a soft ding again and Shaun steps forward. I glance at the display to see we’re on the twentieth floor. Wasn’t this the level reserved for suites? Considering how much I’d paid for my room, which had been a last minute booking on one of those third party websites, I couldn’t fathom how much a suite in this hotel would cost.
When the doors open, I keep my eyes trained straight ahead, ignoring the trio of guys who back up to let us out, their whispers even louder. I catch the word “Deck” and still have no clue what they might be talking about. Shaun guides me to the left and I go easily, but I swear I hear a click like a camera going off before the elevator doors close again.
We don’t speak as Shaun leads me down the hallway, which looks much nicer than the one on my floor. His room puts mine to shame. Or rather his rooms, because it’s definitely a suite and obviously expensive. I peer around curiously as he closes the door, the lock engaging loud in the silence that’s settled between us.
The room is elegant and modern, with plush, low-back sofas, a big chair and a magnificent view of the Mississippi River. There’s a door to the left. I can see the bed, covers rumpled as though he’d taken a nap, and a couple of bags next to it. Like me, it doesn’t look like he took the time to unpack. During our chat he’d mentioned he was staying in New Orleans for about five days, meeting up with colleagues and friends. I still don’t know what he does for a living, but it has to be a good job because this suite costs a mint.
“Katie,” he says, drawing my attention away from the bedroom. I turn to see him standing with his back against the door, his brows drawn together in a frown. “I don’t want you to feel like anything has to happen here tonight.” He does that thing where he shoves his hands into his pockets, making him look uncertain and a little bashful. “I really enjoyed spending the evening with you, but I don’t want you to think I had an ulterior motive or anything. If you want, we can just talk and—”
I cut off the rest of his words by attacking him. I don’t mean to, but he’s being so considerate and worried that he was rushing me, I just sort of throw myself at him. He’s so much taller than I am, I can’t kiss him without his help, so I leap up to wrap my arms around his neck. He gets the hint and meets me halfway.
The kiss is just as explosive as it was the first time his lips met mine. Like we were meant to be here in this moment. I push away the romantic thought and concentrate on counting his teeth with my tongue. He makes this hungry sound just before he takes over the kiss, ravaging my mouth, his big hands sliding down to grip my ass again. He kneads my cheeks over and over. I think he’s an ass man and, since I have a lot of it, that works for me.
He doesn’t lift me this time, but works his way back up again, his fingers sliding underneath the hem of my T-shirt. The first touch of his skin against the small of my back has my nipples tightening into sharp points. Shivers of delight dance up my spine as my shirt comes up with his hands. I don’t even stop to consider how I’m not in the best physical shape as I pull the soft fabric over my head and toss it to the side, leaving me in my hefty eighteen-hour bra, and jeans.
Stripping the shirt off meant separating our mouths. Before I can move to reconnect, Shaun is already there, pulling me up against him until our bodies are practically glued together. I want him so much, need him to put out the fire he’s lit inside me, I start pulling at his shirt. I want skin-to-skin touching. We break apart again and he loses the tee and I gape at him in wonder. He doesn’t seem to notice, because his hands are on my less-than-toned torso, cupping my breasts.
I feel it happening, my body shivering at the contact, but I’m too busy concentrating on the sculpted perfection of his shoulders and chest to care. He’s…beautiful. That’s the only word I can come up with. Broad and tanned all over, he’s like a sculpture come to life. My gaze hungrily devours him, taking in the light smattering of hair over his chest that narrows to a sexy strip bisecting his rippled abdomen before it disappears beneath the waistband of his jeans. I thought Adam was in good shape, but compared to Shaun my ex looked like an underdeveloped, pubescent boy.
I want to touch and lick him all over. Fingers tighten and pluck at my nipples, bringing me out of my fascination with his body to realize he’s removed my bra and is weighing and playing with my breasts. I glance down. The combination of his tanned hands against the pale, freckled white of my boobs starts a flood in my lower body. His head dips as he cups my breasts in his hands, lifting them for his mouth.
Hot, wet heat encompasses my nipple. I moan. Not quiet-like either, the way I used to do with Adam. No, this is a full-on, porn star moan that would’ve embarrassed me if I wasn’t so turned on. I arch my back, wanting more, my fingers digging into his thick hair.
His beard. Oh holy beard!
I cry out as he drags his mouth to my opposite nipple. His beard is just this side of coarse, the whiskers raking across my skin, adding to the cacophony of sensations bombarding me. Soft, wet lips, slick tongue and that beard.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my skin. “So soft.”
I grip his ears when he draws on my nipple, my thighs clamped together to alleviate the ache in my pussy. I’m panting and gasping, “Shaun, Shaun,” like my life depends on it. Then there’s just a hint of teeth, a soft scrape on my tortured tissue and I explode, shuddering and crying out. I might be pulling his hair out, but I don’t know. I’m sure he’d look good bald too. I’m just too stunned from having an orgasm without actual below the waist touching to care if I snatch him bald.
Something nudges my ass seconds before I fall backwards. I let out a shriek and grapple for anything to keep me from hitting the floor. I land with a muffled umph, my back cradled by plush fabric that tickles my bare skin. I cast a dazed look around to see we’ve somehow made our way to the sofa and I’ve gone over the back of it, my hips and legs in the air. I have to look ridiculous.
I scramble to right myself, but I’m hindered by Shaun unbuttoning my jeans. Well, not hindered so much as captivated by the hungry, wild expression on his face as he fights to get the denim and my panties free of my body. My Chucks sort of flip to the ground from the force he uses to pull the clothes from my lower half, leaving in me in nothing but my socks. Those are tugged off and I’m bare. With my hips propped on the back of the sofa. The position wasn’t comfortable in the least and it took major effort to keep my legs from sprawling wide.
“Um, how about—” I begin, thinking we’d be better off on the bed, but my words turn into a surprised squeak because Shaun puts an end to my struggle to keep my legs closed by splitting them apart and planting his shoulders between them.
I know what he
’s seeing. I can feel how wet I am, can feel my own moisture cooling on my inner thighs, but over the mound of my boobs—which are threatening to smother me—I see the covetous look he gives my pussy and cream even more. His tongue swipes across his lips. It’s really all the warning I get before Shaun shows me what out of this world sex truly is.
Shaun
I’m high on lust. Katie is so responsive, her arousal is like a drug, going straight to my head. And my dick. The ache in my balls warns me that if I don’t take the time to get her ready, I’ll come before she will. I can’t do that. Well I could, but I’m not going to. In fact I’m so hard, I’m half afraid a stiff breeze would make me come, so the jeans stay on while all of her clothes come off.
Her face is flushed again. I hope it’s from the orgasm and not because she’s almost upside down. With her in this position her pussy is open for me, ready. I want to dive in, just start fucking that sweet pink slit with my tongue. But I tell myself to slow down, to make her come so hard she sees stars; make her come so hard she doesn’t ditch me after this. I’m well fucking aware that this might be a one-time deal, but I’m hoping she sees how well we click and we can work something out. Because I already know this, now, can’t be all I have of her.
God, she smells incredible, her pussy all slick with her juices. I lick my lips and listen to her breath hitch. I look along her body, past her big, beautiful tits with the perfect, rosy nipples, to her face. She’s watching me, her eyes wide behind those glasses. My dick gets slick.
Holding her gaze with mine, I press a kiss to her inner thigh, breathing her in. She starts breathing faster and I draw my lips along her soft skin. Her hands sort of float in the air, as though she wants to grab me, but her position leaves her vulnerable to me, to whatever I want to do. My heart pounds as though I’ve been running drills for two hours straight. I nuzzle the tender spot where her thigh meets her hip, her pussy right next to my cheek. She’s damp there, her juices having eased down her leg. I lap them up, her taste like a fine wine to my tongue.
