by L. A. Fiore
“Where did you go?”
“The streets. You learn a lot about the human species when your life hangs in the balance of their generosity or cruelty. So many people like to pretend they care. They have their little charitable fundraisers that they write off at tax time, but the truth is, for most it is easier to turn a blind eye than it is to offer a hand. When you grow up in an environment where only the strong survive, you learn pretty quickly how to be strong.” His hard gaze lifted to me. “Make no mistake, not everyone I’ve dealt with was like that dickhead over there. I am a product of my environment and my only goal is survival. I will do anything necessary to land on top. I am not a modern day Robin Hood. I’ve taken as much from the good as I have from the bad.”
Tears burned the back of my eyes thinking of him losing his family, being forced into a group home where he had to fend for himself or the young man living on the streets and being overlooked. He was a man now and he could choose to be different, to rise above the ugliness that had been forced on him, but instead he perpetuated it, he chose to become part of the problem.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
“It might be easy for me to say having not experienced the ugly side of life, but aren’t you just perpetuating that ugliness.”
“It takes a better man than me to change the world. I merely learned how to survive it.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because that day in Cancun I watched you buy a pineapple for a starving little girl and you saved my ass when I was being chased. In my experiences, people like you are rare.” He leaned closer. “And you are, by far, the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
A warning moved through me. I wouldn’t have described our time together as a fuck. It had been so much more than that, but I kept my opinion to myself.
Our food arrived and I was grateful because I wasn’t sure how I felt about what he had shared about us, the callousness of his words. The man I met eight years ago was charming, passionate and dangerous in a roguish way. The man in front of me was handsome, elegant and cold. As he had before, he ate with deliberateness, but growing up on the streets he likely went without food more often than not. I had grown up alone, but I never worried about my safety. I never worried about food. I looked over when the man and his wife stood to leave. He probably never had a day where he wanted for anything. Would he look twice at a starving kid on the street? Not likely. It was wrong, but I understood Noah’s logic. There was even a part of me that agreed with it.
“I’m sorry you lost your parents.”
His head snapped up, but his expression was unreadable.
“Excuse me. I need to use the ladies room.” He stood as I stood and knowing how he had grown up, I had to wonder where he learned his manners. I moved through the restaurant as tears welled in my eyes. My heart hurt. I never imagined the man I had met so briefly eight years ago, the man I sat across from now, had had such a horrible beginning. I was angry with his parents for leaving him, the group home for not protecting the precious soul put in their charge, and every adult he ran across on the street who didn’t offer him a hot meal. And I thought my childhood had been difficult, what a joke.
I made it as far as the secluded hall leading to the bathroom before a hand grabbed me. I knew it was Noah before he turned me into him and pushed me back against the wall.
He studied my face, his thumb wiping the tear that escaped to roll down my cheek.
“Why the tears?”
I couldn’t stop them; they fell freely as I lowered my head to hide them. He touched my chin and lifted my gaze. “Willow?”
“I would have offered you a hand.”
I would never forget how he looked at me just then, not just intense but like he was searching for something in me that he really needed to see. “You did once.”
I wanted him to kiss me. I never in my life wanted to feel someone’s lips on mine and their taste on my tongue as I did in that moment. I even pressed into him, tilted my head and parted my lips. His dark eyes moved to my mouth and I saw hunger burning in his gaze. He curled his spine, lowered his head, but instead of my mouth his lips touched my ear.
“I want you.”
My knees went weak. “Yes.”
He pushed open the door to the men’s room and seeing it was empty he pulled me in, locked the door and pushed me back against it. “Tell me to stop or else I’m going take you right here, hard and fast.”
It wasn’t how I had envisioned our first time after dreaming of this moment for so long, but I wanted him desperately. I had waited eight years for him. “Don’t stop.”
He growled as he turned me around, wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his body up against mine. He whispered in my ear. “Next time I’ll go really, really slow.”
I wanted to weep. “That’s a good plan.”
He curled into me, bending my body with his as his hand roamed down the front of me, under my sundress and between legs. He toyed with the edge of my panties before he slipped his fingers under the silk and sank them into me. I almost came.
“You want this as much as I do.”
“I really do.”
I heard his zipper and the sound of foil ripping and wished it were me rolling the condom on his hard cock. Heat pooled between my legs. His fingers were on my hips, curling around the silk before he slid my panties down. “Step out of them.”
He pocketed them. He touched my shoulders and bent me in half; his feet appeared between my own as he spread my legs wider. He ran his hand down my spine before he lifted my dress. The cool air on my bare ass had chills dancing along my nerve endings, but not because I was cold. He squeezed me and feeling his big hands massaging my ass caused my clit to spasm. I felt the tip of his cock right where I wanted him. In the next breath, he slammed into me. When he said hard and fast, he wasn’t kidding. He filled me so completely that it hurt a little to accommodate him. My head dropped and I moaned at the same time as I tilted my ass back because that was all it took, him ramming into me once and I flew over the edge. He continued to pound into me that the first orgasm was followed closely with another.
My hands were splayed on the door; I was bent at the waist, moving back into his thrusts because I wanted him to go deeper. He squeezed my clit, pulled me back hard against him and froze. He made a sound in the back of his throat that was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. He curled into me and we stayed like that for a few minutes.
Lust was subsiding and the emotion that followed wasn’t what I would have thought I would feel after waiting so long for this moment. Sure, it had been hot, but it had been kind of impersonal too. The words rushed out because I was definitely feeling off-balance. “I’ve never done that before. Had sex in a public bathroom.”
“I’m glad it was with me.”
He grinned, then dropped to his knees. Four swipes with his wickedly skilled tongue and my legs went weak with yet another orgasm.
He righted my dress, took care of himself before reaching for my hand. “Ready for dessert.”
“There is nothing on the menu to top that.”
He chuckled.
“Wait, I need my panties.”
He pulled them from his pocket and handed them to me. As I slipped them back on, he checked to make sure the hall was empty.
We settled back at our table and ordered dessert. There was a part of me a little ashamed that I had behaved as I did. I seriously lost some points on class with that little romp. He seemed to sense what I was thinking.
“Don’t.” That one word was all he said and yet no other words were needed.
“I really have never done that before and had it not been you, I never would have.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
“I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want you. And I know you feel it because you welcomed me to your bed, a virtual stranger, and gave me the be
st night of my life.”
Hearing our night together had meant to him what it had to me made some of the discomfort fade.
“I don’t surprise easily, Willow. Most people only want something from you. Some are better at hiding their ulterior motives than others, but usually all of them prove to be exactly what my experiences have led me to believe. I’m here with you now and I came to you then, I fucked you in that bathroom and I intend to fuck later, because you are one of the rare few who has genuinely surprised me. You’re exactly what that first glimpse of you teased you might be. Sweet, beautiful and real.” He reached for his glass. “You good?”
Maybe he was not so cold, maybe he was just more reserved now. After our moment in the bathroom, I needed to hear those words from him, needed to know that something of what had been still lingered. “More than good.”
After dinner he took me back to his room. As soon as the door closed at my back he pressed me against it so I was pinned between it and his big, hard body.
“You want me to stop, say so now.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
His eyes moved over me, slowly like he was enjoying the heat he knew his blatant study stirred.
“I won’t be gentle. Eight years of thinking about this moment, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
My breathing grew erratic, each deep inhale pressed my aching breasts against his chest. His words were crass, but I knew he was capable of passion, even tenderness. And I had waited eight years for him.
He curled his back; his head lowered as his lips softly brushed my neck where it met my shoulder. Chills danced over my body as a moan burned in the back of my throat. He pressed into me as his teeth skimmed the same area. The ache between my legs had me wiggling, seeking a way to ease it, but his body held me captive. His hand moved up my stomach and inside my sundress, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I bit my lip to keep from begging. I tried to touch him, wanted to feel his smooth hard skin under my hands, but he reached for my hands and held both in one of his, high over my head. His free hand pulled on my sundress, buttons popped off and scattered. The cool air over my overheated skin felt erotic. His deft fingers easily flipped the clasp on my bra. My focus was glued to him. I saw the fire spark in his eyes when my breasts were freed. He palmed one, squeezed it almost painfully, his eyes moving to mine to see what his touch was doing to me. He lowered his head and took my nipple between his teeth, the tip of his tongue lapping at my sensitive skin. His hard cock pressed into me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, his big hand kneading the sensitive mound. I squirmed under his hold, wanting him to lavish the same attention on my neglected breast. Instead, he took a step away from me and without his body holding me up, I almost slid down the wall.
“Take off your clothes.”
My fingers were shaking as I pulled off my sundress and panties. He reached for the button on his pants and flipped it open and slowly lowered the zipper. He pulled his trousers and briefs lower, exposing the hair at the end of his happy trail giving me my first glimpse of his cock. I wanted so badly to touch him. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off exposing that body and his tattoo. It wasn’t just on his arm. It moved over his pec, and shoulder, continuing on his back. It was exquisite, looking almost three-dimensional because of his defined muscles.
“I want to touch you.”
He settled on the edge of the bed and opened his legs in invitation. In the very back of my mind I knew something wasn’t right. This wasn’t a continuation of the best sexual experience of my life. This was what he said it was, a fuck, and yet his words at dinner still played in my head. I had waited so long to see him again, to be with him that my heart overruled my brain and I dropped to my knees. My hands moved over his body as I relearned every ridge of muscle, every curve. I grabbed his pants and pulled them lower as his cock sprung free. My mouth watered. My head lowered and I tasted just the tip where it glistened. A taste wasn’t enough; I gripped the base and closed my lips over the tip before I slowly sucked him deeper, my lips stretched to handle his girth. The growl that rumbled up his throat was like an aphrodisiac as I squeezed the base, the heel of my hand pressed against the sensitive spot between his legs. His fingers tangled with mine as he played with that heavy sac, his other hand getting lost in my hair, holding me steady as his hips moved to push him deeper into my throat. I wanted him to come in my mouth; I wanted his taste rolling down my throat again. Instead, he pulled me off him, grabbed me under the arms and tossed me on the bed. He spread my legs and buried his face between them. Finally. His tongue drove into me as his thumb worked my clit. I threaded my fingers through his hair, my hips moving into his mouth. He pushed two fingers into me and I came, loud and long.
My body was still coming down when he moved over me as his chest, abs and cock filled my vision. He reached for one hand and pulled it over my head, wrapping my fingers around the headboard. He did the same to the other hand.
“Don’t move them.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. Your hands stay there.”
This was so different from the last time, but after the three orgasms he had already gifted me with this evening he could have asked anything of me.
“I won’t move.”
“Even when your body demands it, don’t move.”
He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my ass then reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a condom. Watching as he rolled the condom on, seeing his cock in his hand had my hips twitching because I wanted to feel him between them again.
He moved between my legs, lifted my hips a bit higher and looking me right in the eyes, he surged forward. My fingers turned white against the headboard, my back arched and my eyes closed at the pain of his penetration—a pain that hurt so fucking good. He pulled out and my body protested but it wasn’t long and he was filling me again...deeper and harder. I wanted to touch him, but instead I squeezed the headboard and watched him as he watched the place we were connected. His hooded eyes, the sight of his narrow hips moving, the feel of his hard cock sliding in and out of me had me coming a fourth time and if possible it was even better than the first three. My body clenching around his cock had him increasing his thrusts until his eyes closed, he threw his head back, sank in deep and froze. The sexy line of his throat, his flexed muscles, his cock pulsing inside me…he was beautiful. Those eyes opened and fixed on me. “This is going to be a long night.”
NOAH
I woke up hard. It didn’t help that I had Willow’s fine ass pressing against my morning wood. I had hoped our night together would have gotten her out of my system. It hadn’t. I slid my hand around her waist and headed south, separating the curls between her legs to find her wet. She had been sleeping; her deep even breathing was proof of that. So what had she been dreaming about that made her wet? I played with the bundle of nerves, felt her hips twitch, pushing her ass into my cock. I wanted to fuck her ass, but right now her pussy was what I sought. I guided my cock between her legs, lifting one and draping it over my thigh as I pushed the tip into her.
She pushed back guiding my cock in deeper. I loved how she responded, even when she was unsure or in unfamiliar sexual territory, she let her passion lead her. I should get a condom, but she felt so fucking good. I never fucked bare, with her I wanted to.
Her fingers linked with mine as she stimulated her clit, her ass pushing against my aching balls, her pussy gripping at the tip of my cock. I was only fucking human. I moved on top of her, shifting her to her knees, my finger moved down her ass cheeks, pushing gently at her rear opening before finding the prize and sliding in. She was so fucking wet and hot. I couldn’t wait, even with her being half asleep; I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my cock.
Fuck, she felt good. Her ass, those luscious cheeks rearing back into my thrust. Curious, I fingered her ass as my cock pounded into her, pressing the tip of my finger against the tight ring of muscle. She moaned and pushed back even harder, the tip of my finger sinking in. Th
e idea of fucking her there combined with the sound of skin smacking against skin, the scents of our arousals, I was close. To push her over, I sank my finger into her ass. Her pussy gripped my cock so hard I blew like a fucking adolescent.
Depleted, I curled around her and pressed a kiss on her shoulder. The intimacy of that act jarred me. I was leaving, not looking to build a future.
I was abrupt when I said, “I didn’t use a condom. I’m clean.”
Her body tensed for a second and something along the lines of guilt teased me. Working her up, fucking her without a condom, was arguably fucked up. Still, under the circumstances, I would do it again.
“I’m clean too and on the pill.”
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I asked as I touched her ass.
The way her body recoiled, now that we were no longer in the heat of it, she was embarrassed. “No.”
I didn’t press the point because as much as I wanted her there I wasn’t going to be here long enough to claim her there. This had been a one shot deal, one night. And if the hunger for her was far from sated, it didn’t matter.
She moved from me, putting distance between us, sat up and pulled the sheet to cover herself. “What happened to you?”
I had intended to tell her all of it, but there wasn’t a point. Our time was up.
“I got arrested.” A lie, but it was easier than the truth.
“I thought you were...” she had trouble looking at me. “Dead.”
I had been, technically, for a few minutes. How she knew rattled me far more than I wanted to admit.
“Why pretend?”
“Safer for you. I have some people looking for me.” That at least was partially the truth. She was looking down; her long lashes fanning out over her cheeks and her flaming copper hair spilling down around her pale shoulders. She was exquisite. It wasn’t just because she tightened my balls looking at her. She caused an ache in the center of my chest that I had never felt before and that scared the shit out of me. “I’m leaving.”
