by Ranae Rose
She met his eyes when he used gentle pressure to pull her back.
“So good,” he said, and kissed her, keeping his hand in her hair.
When they pulled apart, she placed a hand against his chest, right over his heart. “I don’t have any condoms,” she said, her voice a rush of breath and heat. “I’m on the pill, but of course, I want to be safe.”
“I’ve got some.” He tore himself away from her long enough to retrieve his jeans from the floor and pull out his wallet.
She breathed a sigh of relief, or maybe it was anticipation. Something like that. Her gaze kept gravitating to his dick, and so he stroked himself hard before rolling the condom on slowly, taking a painful sort of pleasure in holding back.
Soon, he’d be inside her. Would finally know what it felt like to live out the fantasies that’d been haunting him ever since he’d first laid eyes on her.
Her mattress sank beneath his weight as he settled onto the bed, laying his hands on her thighs and squeezing.
She laid back and opened them wide, placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss. Lying naked between her spread thighs, with his cock pressing against her wet pussy, was exquisite torture. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he broke off their kiss and braced himself with his arms against the mattress.
She placed her hands on his back and clung to him, her nails biting into his skin as he finally pushed inside her.
She was tight, but he buried himself in one hard thrust, reveling in the sharp cry that escaped her. Her nails stung his shoulders, and he rocked his hips, going deep with each stroke, increasing his pace as he went along.
She wasn’t biting her lip anymore. All the sounds she made – every hard breath and soft moan – rose directly to his ears.
“How does it feel, Crystal? Like you imagined?” Surely if she’d thought about his cock, she’d thought about how it would feel inside her.
“Better.” Her reply faded to a wordless gasp as he pressed hard into her, feeling her tight, wet flesh yield to him.
He rose up off the mattress, kneeling but still inside her, and gripped her thighs. In a split second, he had her legs up on his shoulders.
Her lean, sexy body seemed made for the position. She was light and he could see the muscles in her flat belly tense as she bent her knees. A trembling breath escaped her, but he didn’t think it was from exertion.
He took the first stroke slow.
She cried out anyway.
He did too, it felt that good. It would be easy to fuck her fast and hard this way. He built up to it, spurred on by the way she moaned and gasped, never asking him to stop or slow.
Going like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold out long – he was dying to come – but with as quick as she’d climaxed with just a little teasing of her clit, he had a feeling she’d reach orgasm fast like this too.
He was right. Soon he felt what he’d been waiting for – her pussy drawing tight around his shaft, squeezing. The contractions grew fierce and arrhythmic as he drove himself into her, his balls tight against his body as he watched her face, her breasts and the way her ribs rose and fell with every breath. Sound rushed past her lips, and she didn’t bite them this time.
Good. He didn’t want her pleasure tainted by guilt or pain, and he wanted to hear how much she liked having her soft body impaled by his hard cock.
By the time her climax began to fade, he couldn’t hold back anymore. She was too gorgeous, too tightly wrapped around him, too perfect for him to do anything but come inside her.
Pleasure crashed over him like a wave, raw and overpowering. He shut his eyes and forgot about everything but the way it felt to finally be pouring himself inside her. A moan tore its way out from deep in his chest, and he gripped her thighs harder, holding her close against him.
He thrust into her until it hurt.
When he opened his eyes, he realized her legs were shaking. Letting her down easy, he pulled out, stealing a last look at her swollen pussy before she lay back on the bed, legs bent at the knee.
He pulled the condom off and dropped it into a wastebasket in the nearest corner. Then he reached for Crystal, because he still couldn’t keep his hands off her.
He could feel her heart racing when he pulled her against him, her back to his chest. The way her ass pressed against his dick was nice, even if he had just come.
As she lay there on the twisted comforter, her heartrate gradually slowed, along with her breathing. Still, she didn’t move, and didn’t say anything. When he rubbed a hand down her spine, tracing the path between her shoulder blades, she just sighed and arched against him, the lingering tension going out of her shoulders, which had been through a lot, supporting her when he’d gripped her thighs and held her high against his body.
When she reached for the light, he closed his eyes. For once, he fell asleep fast.
* * * * *
Crystal woke up to the feel of Dylan’s arms around her body, the stubble on his jaw pressing against her cheek. A sense of déjà vu struck her – she’d woken up like this before. Sometime deep in the night, or the very small hours of the morning.
Light was filtering in through the blinds now. She shut her eyes, not wanting to know what time it was. She had to be at work early today.
When she shifted against Dylan, he came alive, rocking his hips against hers and breathing a sigh that rippled through her hair. Her heart responded, fluttering, and her pussy drew up tight as memories from hours before flooded back to her.
He’d woken her up once already, caressing her body until she was pulled out of her dreams, then taking her with a devouring kiss until she spread her thighs, making room for his hard body and harder cock.
He was hard again now – she could feel his stiff rod against her hip, hot and promising. He wasn’t wearing anything, and neither was she. He slipped a hand between her legs and gently stroked her clit, her pussy lips, until his fingers were met with dampness.
She ached, from what they’d already done, and with desire. He was insatiable.
And so was she. Despite the two times they’d already fucked, he already had tendrils of desire slipping through her, making her pussy throb with emptiness. Knowing – feeling – how bad he wanted her made her heart race and her breath quicken.
She couldn’t refuse him – to deny the craving he’d incited would leave her aching all day.
Running a hand down his bare chest, then over one hip, she wrapped her fingers around his cock.
He groaned and thrust into her tightly-wrapped fingers.
Everything inside her tingled as she remembered the way he filled her – the way he stretched her – when he did that inside her. She wanted to feel that again.
She was left suddenly empty-handed when he disappeared under the twisted blanket.
As soon as she felt his hands on her thighs, she knew what he was doing.
Still, the collision of his open mouth against her pussy was a shock. She arched into it as he ran his tongue over her folds and the swollen bud above. His breath was hot and the more he licked, the more she ached.
When he sucked her clit with swollen lips, she swore. His stubble scraped and tickled her sensitive skin, and she fought not to squirm.
She lost the battle, her hips rolling as he plied his tongue against her clit, stroking it until she knew she was going to come.
He dug his fingers into her thighs when she moaned. Held her tight and steady as he ate her, pushing her to a climax.
Arching against the sheets, she panted as pleasure rushed through her in hot, pulsing waves.
Her alarm clock went off just as she was coming back down to earth.
Rolling onto her side, she hit it as quickly as she could, her heart speeding.
It was seven o’clock already. She had to be at work at nine. Listening carefully, she dreaded that the alarm had woken Emily up early.
No sounds came, except for the slightly labored ebb of Dylan’s breathi
ng.
“You have to go into work early today?” he asked, one hand gripping her hip possessively, as if he wanted to keep her in bed.
“Yes. I don’t have much extra time.”
His cock lay against her thigh, thick and stiff above hair just a shade darker than that on his head. Further up, his body hair swirled and faded out into the tattoos on his chest, dozens of designs colorfully inked below his shoulders and all over his arms. A compass rose, a hawk with wings spread wide in flight, a skull with a diamond in its mouth…
She lost track trying to count his tattoos while discerning where one ended and another began, and what they meant. The compass was unwavering direction, the hawk freedom… Or at least, those were her best guesses. The diamond resting in the skull’s gaping mouth was something beautiful and indestructible trapped inside a decaying shell. It was a strangely interesting design.
“Do you have any extra time at all?” Dylan asked.
He looked so good, and so anguished at the prospect of letting her go.
That filled her with a deep, primal sense of pleasure.
Moving quickly, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
He lay flat on his back and sucked in a breath as her wet pussy lips touched his bare shaft. His wallet was on the nightstand – she reached for it and opened it, hoping there was another condom.
There was, which meant he’d brought three in all. They took up more space than his driver’s license or credit cards. Had he planned on things being like this when they got together – was he always like this?
The thought filled her stomach with a fluttering sensation and made her pussy clench. His libido seemed to be on a different level than most other men she’d known before. Could she keep up?
For now, definitely.
She rolled the condom on for him, studying the perfect thickness of his shaft as her fingers slid down the sides. He had a nice cock, one that made her clench with emptiness every time she laid eyes on it. After nearly two years of abstinence, this was a fantasy come to life – he was a fantasy come to life.
She lowered herself down onto the head of his cock so that it split her folds and began to ease the ache inside her.
He thrust from below, rocking her and filling her with one hard stroke.
Her breath caught in her throat as she laid her hands on his shoulders, needing something to hold on to.
She rolled her hips, liking the way the position allowed her clit to grind against his body. But after a minute of letting her ride him, he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard.
Like she’d told him, she didn’t have much time. She was reminded of that now, though she’d forgotten the moment he’d thrust his way inside her.
He tipped his head back against the pillow, and she could feel the rush of his breath against her face, rippling through her sleep-tangled hair. She gripped his shoulders tightly, knowing he was close.
He came with a guttural groan that made her tingle all over. Thrusting hard, he brought back memories of the night before, when he’d fucked her with her legs over his shoulders.
It’d been so, so good.
This was too. She liked watching his face, liked seeing all his muscles tense as pleasure gripped him. Liked feeling him thrust deep into her body until her thighs were shaking and she could barely hold herself up anymore.
When it was over he rolled her onto her back, kissed her deeply and pulled out.
“I’ll get out of your way so you can get ready for work,” he said after he’d pulled on his jeans and t-shirt from the day before.
“Do you want coffee first?”
“Only if you were already going to have some.”
She laughed. “I’m a single mom. How do you think I get started in the morning – magic?”
CHAPTER 11
Dylan used the key Jed had given him to enter the studio, then hurried up the steps and to the second floor apartment. His heart was speeding, and his thoughts were too. His mind was a blur of memories from the night before and that morning: long legs draped over his shoulders and later wrapped around his waist, blonde hair streaming long and light over pillows. And then there was the way a pink flush crept over Crystal’s chest when he fucked her, and even her lips changed color.
He’d noticed every little detail, and they were burnt into his memory now. Her beauty and the desire she inspired haunted him. He’d fuck her again if he could.
He knew he was starting to get out of line. A part of him didn’t care. Another part of him knew he had to put a lid on it before he fucked things up with Crystal. This wasn’t something he could turn and run from if he didn’t think he could handle it anymore.
He pulled a glass from a cupboard, and his pill bottles from another – he hadn’t anticipated staying the night at Crystal’s, or he would’ve brought them. They rattled as he opened them and assembled the handful of medication he took every morning.
After a cursory glance to make sure he wasn’t fucking up the dosage, he swallowed them without looking at them any longer than he had to. Then he sat down at the table and willed his racing thoughts to slow down.
They didn’t, of course. All his wishful thinking did was make him ultra-aware of the way his entire body was practically vibrating with energy – energy that came out of nowhere. Energy he didn’t want.
Visions from the night before kept replaying in his mind, and he wished he could go back, indulge all over again.
Fuck it, he decided after a few minutes. Just sitting around on his ass wasn’t going to do him any good. He went to the bedroom and pulled some running clothes out of his bag. He could get a feel for the neighborhood, and if he happened across a gym, maybe he could check it out.
He needed to find a new one, since he’d be living here soon. Having a way to exhaust himself without exhausting anyone else was crucial, especially since he didn’t want Crystal to get tired of him anytime soon.
* * * * *
“Sorry,” Crystal said, slipping into her bedroom and softy shutting the door.
Dylan sat on the edge of her bed, shirtless. She’d been topless too when a cry from Emily had interrupted them, but had quickly pulled on a tank top.
“Don’t be,” he said.
“She threw her favorite stuffed animal out of her crib. I had to get it for her, then calm her down, which can take a while.”
“I’d wait much longer for you.”
She smiled as a fresh wave of giddy nervousness rippled through her. It wasn’t that she was shy when it came to sex – Dylan’s allure made her just the opposite – but when he looked at her in a certain way, she got butterflies nonetheless. His gaze could be so intense; sometimes she felt like she was the only other person in the world, or that when they were together in the same room, that room became the universe.
She liked having his undivided attention. A lot.
When he got his hands on her, it was like they’d never been interrupted. He pulled her in close, his hands and mouth sliding over her body. As he stripped off her clothing, he tasted her everywhere along the way. It was a while before she was able to get her hands on his jeans and finish undressing him, too.
The sight of his hard cock made everything inside her shrink up tight. “I hope you brought more condoms,” she said as a sudden realization tainted her ecstasy. “I meant to pick some up today, but I forgot.”
“I’ve got it covered.” His breath rushed against the side of her neck as he replied, then dragged the tip of his tongue over the spot where her pulse fluttered.
She remembered the condoms he’d brought in his wallet the night before, and wondered how many he had today, how many times they’d twist and tangle together in her bed instead of sleeping. Would he wake her up in the middle of the night again, or start the morning with his open mouth against her pussy?
A shiver of delight raced down her spine. Surely the night before had been an anomaly – a burst of energy fueled by pent-up desire and the excitement of a new relation
ship. Maybe, like her, he’d gone a while without being this intimate with anyone. Surely not the better part of two years, with looks like his, but long enough that he’d had an excess of energy to lavish on her the night before.
“You don’t seem tired from last night,” she said when he pulled her into his lap and his stiff cock pressed against her bare pussy. It was such a tease, feeling him skin-to-skin like this and knowing he’d have to put on a condom before pushing inside her, but she loved it.
“I’m not,” he said, hands slipping through her loose hair and then grasping her ass, squeezing.
Breathless laughter escaped her. “I wish I had your energy.”
He paused, his hands still on her ass, like he was going to pick her up and lower her right onto his dick. “You’re tired?”
“I didn’t exactly get much sleep.” She pressed a kiss against his neck as she remembered how he’d woken her the night before, with his body wrapped around hers and his hands slipping over her curves, coaxing her out of her dreams.
Knowing that he couldn’t keep his hands off of her even to sleep had made her feel so desirable, so sexy. It was a feeling she’d missed since getting pregnant and then having Emily.
“Sorry,” he said. “Do you want…” His gaze slipped slowly over her body and he ran the tip of his tongue over his inner lip, looking chagrined. “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
She laughed. “No! You leaving me alone is the last thing I want right now.”
She pried one of his hands from her ass and guided it between her thighs. He stroked her wet pussy lips and groaned.
“I was just saying, you were insatiable last night. Are you always like that?”
“Not always.” His gaze locked with hers. “I feel like that now, though. I’ve been thinking about you all day, Crystal. I want as much of you as I can get. If it’s too much, just let me know. I know you have to get up early and take care of Emily.”
She nodded, doubting that she’d be able to turn him down, no matter how tired she was or how early she had to get up. Her body was tingling and aching all over for him, and that trumped mere physical exhaustion.
