I straddle his hips and lean forward to kiss him. “Because I am.” Our mouths lock for a few minutes and his pulsating cock twitches against my ass. “Want me to blindfold you?”
“I’d rather watch if you don’t mind. You’re sexy as hell.”
Warmth burns in the pit of my stomach at the hungry look in his eyes. He’s managed to rile me up damn good and show me more in the last few days than I’ve discovered in twenty-eight, almost twenty-nine, years of living. I never would have expected his mild-mannered exterior in business clothes to contain so much raw passion.
Every direction he’s given, every slight show of strength, every upper-handed situation he’s engineered… a shiver cascades over me when I think of what he’s done to me and made me do.
“I like you watching me,” I whisper.
“You do, huh?” He nips my bottom lip and tugs it into his mouth for a moment. “And why is that?’
I reach behind and grab his erection. A sharp intake of breath reveals he’s more turned on than his casual attitude expresses. “You make me feel beautiful when you do. Like everything I do turns you on.”
He thrusts his hips, bumping the swollen head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass. “Everything you do does turn me on.”
Perhaps that’s what’s been lacking in my previous encounters with men. I knew they wanted to fuck me, but I never knew if they wanted me. To know Andy has seen me at work when I’m cranky, bitchy, stressed out and crazy—and still wants me—feels exhilarating and potent.
“You feel pretty randy, Andy.”
“God, I’ve been dying to get back inside you.”
“How long do you think you can last?”
“I’m embarrassed to admit it, but not long. You sucking my cock and getting off just about made me lose it.”
The forceful thrust of his length pumping toward my throat, and his gentle pressure behind my head flipped my switches more than I anticipated. To be lost in the moment and trust he’d not push too far and choke me drove me higher than a kite.
“Let’s slow you down and then I’ll build you back up, okay?”
A ripple down his torso tickles the inside of my thighs, “You’re the boss. Whatever you say.”
I move between his legs to lick and kiss his thighs. Ignoring his stiff prick, I focus on the hairless tender spots on his inner, upper thighs, rubbed clean of hair from friction during exercise. A nibble on the soft skin sends a jolt of reaction through him and emboldens me to try more.
Taking his shaved sack into my mouth, I tease one slinky globe with my tongue and reach between his clenched butt cheeks. “Relax, Andy. Let me in to play.”
“It feels so good, I can’t help but tense up.”
Kneading his balls in one hand, I encourage him to lift his left leg and bend his knee, putting one foot flat on the bed. “That’s it, I can reach your tight little ass now.” A glance up reveals he’s paying attention to my every move. The satin ties are held taut in his fists and he’s pulling the material tight from the sturdy bed frame.
The muscles in his arms and chest strain with his effort to remain still. Slipping one finger in my mouth I get it good and wet, licking it suggestively as I pull it out. Andy watches me with a burning intensity and we lock eyes when I reach down to tickle the tan pucker of his bottom.
Pushing past the ring of muscle, I gradually ease my finger in and curve up to the walnut sized gland of his prostate. In my other hand, I hold his sensitive sack, tugging it away from his body as I stroke inside.
His head tosses on the pillow and his body lurches toward the ceiling. “Christ, that’s good.” Andy’s hips come off the bed, angling a bit to drive my finger deeper.
“You like this, don’t you?” I say while slipping a second wet digit in.
His breath spills out in a ragged whoosh of air. “Of course. How in the hell do you think I know what it feels like for you?”
“You ever been with a guy?”
A strangled laugh leaves him as I pump steadily. “Oh, God. Slow down.” I change my pace and stare at the incredibly sexy man writhing around my fingers. “Liking my ass played with doesn’t mean I’m gay. I do it myself sometimes when I jerk off.”
The image of him stroking his cock while touching himself like that sends a wave of want coursing through me. “I bet that’s sexy as hell to watch.” I tickle the sensitive spot inside and his lower back arches off the bed once more. “Do you ever use a toy?”
He grunts in response and tosses his head to the side, checking the restraints. “I need these off soon.”
He didn’t answer my question. He must be getting really close. “Oh? Do you now?”
Leaning down, I capture his purple head between my lips, licking off the salty pre-come gathered in the slit. I hum in appreciation for the flavor and the vibrations spiral up into Andy. Dropping his balls, I wrap a fist around his base and squeeze tight hoping to slow down his reaction.
Fingering his bottom makes me feel incredible. I never realized how sexy it could be. The thought of using a toy and burying it deep inside him exhilarates me. My own arousal ratchets up at the steamy images and I squirm on the bed.
“I can’t take much more, Carla,” his voice sounds harsh and ragged.
Sheer power pours through me. I did this. I brought this sexy man to the edge. The bobbing of my head increases and I can’t decide if I want to bring him off and swallow or untie him so he can bury himself inside me.
Andy lifts off the pillows, straining the bonds fastened to the headboard. “Please! Untie me!” A choked sob comes out and my pulse skyrockets. Man, he’s hot. “I need to fuck you, baby.”
Slipping my fingers out of his tight little bottom, I climb up his body, pushing him back onto the bed. “I’ll let you loose.” An evil grin spreads across my face. “After you lick me for a bit.”
Hunger burns across his fierce expression and he nods in agreement. I straddle his head, lowering myself to his mouth. Reaching out with both hands, I weave my fingers through his near the top of the headboard, the ties holding fast under the added weight.
His hot, pointed tongue touches my engorged clit and I jolt, a loud moan escaping me. My hips rotate in a slow rhythm, grinding against his clever mouth.
“God,” I rasp into the quiet bedroom. “I think I love your tongue.”
A muffled chuckle spills out and I ignore it, driving myself higher from his ministrations. Realizing I’m close, I rise, dislodging my lover from his feast. I fumble in my haste to remove the satin ties, clumsy in my excitement. “By the way, I’ve got the implant. I won’t get pregnant. And I’ve always used condoms in the past.”
“Me, too.” He whispers, face glistening from my arousal. “Condoms I mean.” His eyes search mine. “Are you sure? You want to take this step?”
I nod, so excited to be with him I don’t trust myself to speak.
“Good, ‘cause I’m going to do you ‘til you scream.” One knot comes undone and Andy wraps an arm around my waist. He leans in and captures one hardened nipple, tonguing it and then biting softly.
Moans pierce the air as I struggle with the last restraint. His movements when I played with him tightened the bonds, making the material difficult to loosen.
“Done!” I shout as the last knot slips free.
Quick as a wink, Andy flips me on my back and positions himself at my entrance. “There won’t be much finesse. I’m too damn close.”
Seeing the look on his face, the masculine beauty of his desire causes a hitch in my breath and a need I don’t recognize bubbles in my heart. He slams his hips forward, seating himself fully on the first stroke.
My lower back arches and I push my hips to meet each thrust. Faster and faster he plunges, stretching my walls and filling me. Animal grunts spill from him as he lowers his weight to his elbows, bracketing my body with his size and mass.
Andy nibbles at my ear. “Come with me, baby.” He reaches down, grabs my wrists and pins them to the bed next to my
head. The heat of his body sears into me and the slight strength he exerts on holding me down sends a thrill through my body.
Each drive of his cock sends me one step closer to the edge. The primal force and keening sounds of desire undo me completely. Screams flood from deep in my throat, echoing back to combine with his guttural moans. “Andy! Oh God, Andy!”
Hearing his name pushes him to his own release and he pistons into me with renewed vigor. The hands at my wrists grip me tighter, pushing me deeper into the mattress. The muscles inside me clasp his length as each pulse of my orgasm rocks through me. Andy throws his head back and moans loudly into the night.
My vision blackens as my own peak continues to ride and I lock my mouth onto Andy’s in desperation. We kiss like we’re trying to climb into the other’s skin and a part of me is shocked by my own reactions. Little by little, the pulses ease and I notice Andy’s thrusts are slower.
“Holy shit,” he says while nuzzling my neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before.”
Sometime during that spectacular ending he released my arms. I move shaky limbs to embrace him. Sweat mists along the heated skin of his broad back and for a moment I revel in the sheer strength he contains.
“Ditto here.”
Andy reaches a hand out to grab a blanket and pulls it across us. The weight of him on me isn’t crushing; it’s soothing, like he’s wrapped around me, protecting me from the world.
My lover shifts to the side, robbing me of the safe feelings and his warmth. “I don’t want to squish you,” he mumbles while pulling me close.
“You weren’t,” I answer, nestling into the spot near his shoulder, eager to recapture what he’s brought out in me.
“I have a lot I want to say,” he stifles a yawn. “But it can wait ‘til later.”
Acceptance and emotion cradle my heart, just as his warm palm cradles my shoulder.
“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Andrew
In the middle of the night I awake, the warmth of Carla snuggled against me, her head under my chin. I breathe in the lingering scent of her shampoo, a light floral aroma. My breath rustles the bangs near her forehead and a soft mew of contentment spills from her.
It feels like a dream come true to finally have her in my arms. All the months of carefully waiting for her to notice me and the contrived questions about accounts so we could talk… all of it led to this night. And if I could change a thing, I wouldn’t.
If we had experienced a good night of sex that first time together she probably would have shifted me into some type of fuck-buddy role and I never would have ventured past her emotional walls. I run a hand over her smooth back, reveling in the satiny feel of her skin. A smile spreads across my face in the darkness—no sign of her prickly defenses now.
The intensity of my release and temporary loss of control from last night comes back to me, stirring my cock to life. Damn, that was hot. She’s a passionate woman when she lets herself be in the moment. I tilt my face to her forehead and place a kiss against her bangs, wondering if I can stealthily wake her up…
I cough, clearing my throat loudly. She stirs and comes partly awake, probably unused to having someone stay the night.
“Oh, did I wake you?” I whisper into the dark, careful to keep my tone neutral and not hopeful.
Her hot hand trails over my chest and down to my stomach. “I had the most amazing dream. And look at that, you’re still here.” Her fingers skate below my waist and brush my growing erection. “Oh, and what a nice perk. Looks like all your parts are awake.” I can hear the smile in her words as her warm breath fans my chest.
Her hand locks over my arousal and I suck in a breath. “I’m thirty-four, not sixty-four. I’m good for more than one round per night.”
She lifts her head and plants a soft kiss on my mouth, her hand teasing me to full height. “Good to know, old man.”
Before we lose all track of sense, a niggling worry in the back of my mind has me reaching out to place a hand over hers. “Last night was incredible. Please don’t tell me it was another one-off type of thing.”
Faint light from the street spills in, slightly illuminating her unsure features hovering inches above my own. “I’m not saying no, but I need time to decide how far I want this to go, okay?”
I let go of her hand and reach up to cup a full breast. “That’s better than a no any day of the week.”
*****
The peace and calm of our sexually-satisfied sleep is rudely broken by an incessant knocking at Carla’s front door. She snuggles in deeper as I glance at the clock. It’s only a few minutes after seven a.m.
The banging becomes louder as I nudge Carla. “Someone’s at the door.”
She mumbles, “Probably just a delivery. Can you get it?”
Warmth swells inside me at the casual inclusion she’s offered into her life. I kiss her bare shoulder and reply, “No problem.”
I grab my pants and shirt, not bothering with underwear in my haste. The firm knocking continues after a brief respite and I call out, “Coming!”
Carla pushes her bangs off her face and yawns. Her voice carries to me as I exit the bedroom, “I might as well get up, too. We’ve got work in two hours.”
I open her apartment door and my blood freezes. This is no deliveryman. The guy in the hall is wearing a jacket and slacks, a button down shirt and a tie. He looks about my age, but a bit more haggard. His hard visage makes more sense when he opens his wallet and flashes a shiny gold badge. “Is there a problem, officer?”
“Detective Donovan. Does a Carla Johnson live here?”
“Yes.” I motion behind me. “She’s waking up now.”
“I need to speak to her. May I come in?”
Unsure if shutting the door on him to check with Carla is a wise move, I gesture with my arm for him to come inside. “Please, have a seat. I’ll tell Carla you’re here.” I close the door after he enters, and face the detective. “Can you tell me what this is about?”
“Are you family?” I shake my head. “Sorry, I can’t.”
Dread fills my stomach as I walk to Carla’s bedroom. She’s sitting up in bed with a robe on, a confused smile on her face. “Did you just let someone into my living room?”
“It’s the police, Carla. I’m not sure what he wants.”
Her face scrunches up in confusion. “I haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe it’s an issue with one of the neighbors?” She smiles warmly at me, “Although, if something happened last night I can honestly say I didn’t hear a thing.”
“Why don’t you get some clothes on?” I run a hand through my short hair. “I think talking with a stranger in a robe might be a little uncomfortable.”
She sighs and moves to her closet. “You’re probably right. Wonder what in the heck it could be about. Hope no one’s place was broken into. The building has always been safe in the past.” In a moment she’s dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt and I stand to the side to let her pass.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” Hope shines in her eyes.
Tension from a held breath eases out. “If you want me to, yes.”
We pass through the narrow hall to greet the early morning visitor. The officer rises and extends his hand. “Are you Carla Johnson?”
“Yes, I am.” She shakes his hand briefly, then settles on the couch and pats the cushion next to her, indicating I should join her. “Would you like some coffee? You caught us before the pot was made.”
The tired-looking officer smiles, but it doesn’t reach his hazel eyes. “Thank you, I’m fine.” He reaches into his coat to withdraw some papers. “Did your mother, Erin Johnson, file a missing person’s report fifteen years ago for one David Henry Johnson?”
Carla straightens in her seat. “Wait. You’re here for something about my father? Not like a break-in in the building or something?”
The detective nods, his dark hair neat and his expression solemn.
“Yes, that’s right. I’m here about a development in his case. You put your name in as a person to contact seven years ago, correct?”
Carla’s face drains of color as she nods. I reach out across the couch and clasp her hand. “Our family moved out of the city a few years after my dad went missing. When I moved back into the area I contacted the department my mother originally filed the report with, just in case anything came up.” She swallows loudly. “Oh my God. What’s happened? Just spit it out.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Johnson,” he says. “Your father’s body was discovered in a deep ravine, during excavation for expanding a road.”
She clutches my hand. “Did you just say ‘his body’?”
“Yes, ma’am. The coroner’s report states he died about the same time frame he was reported missing.”
Her voice comes out shaky, “Did the report say how he died?”
“He suffered a severe head wound but whether he died from the injury or exposure to the elements is uncertain at this time. He had no wallet on him or anything of value. His identity was discovered through dental records collected with the original case. It’s speculated he may have been the victim of a carjacking and robbery gone wrong. I’m terribly sorry, ma’am.”
Carla stares straight ahead while the detective opens his notebook.
“You were fourteen when he was reported missing?”
She doesn’t say anything. I scoot closer and wrap an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder to bring her back to the here and now.
“Um…What?” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. Yes, I was fourteen.”
“Do you recall if your father had any enemies or what kind of people he socialized with?”
Carla’s face takes on a far-away expression. “Enemies? He got along with everyone as far as I could tell. I think he was in sales. I know he traveled with work sometimes. It was so long ago, I don’t really remember friends, outside of people who came to parties.”
“Anyone ever seem to have a beef with him or maybe he owed them money?”
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