by Tessa Teevan
My lips purse. I meet him eye for eye, giving nothing away. No emotion on my face. “That’s because I didn’t see one.” With that, I turn, walking several steps away.
My breath hitches a second later when he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and turning me until I’m facing him. Shane pulls me in toward him until his forehead’s touching mine. I’m entranced by the way the moonlight reflects in his eyes, his breath teasing my lips with its warm, reassuring cadence.
“Then, by all means, allow me to prove it.”
It’s not quite a question and not quite an order. And, for some reason, I can’t find the ability to say no. I don’t want to.
Feeling quite unlike myself, I rise to my tiptoes and brush my lips across his before dropping back down to my heels. Shane watches me as I take a step back, out of his embrace. I reach into my pocket and hold up a keycard, grateful I kept the one for Ariana along with my own. I press it into his open palm, whisper my condo number, and walk away.
What happens next will have to be up to him.
I KNOW where I want this to go, yet I’m still so completely caught off guard when she reaches into her pocket, produces a keycard, and places it in my hand. It’s a challenge, and fuck me, I’ll never back down from it.
As I watch her saunter away, my conscience reminds me I shouldn’t sleep with a guest at the resort. It’s too late though. From the moment I laid eyes on this woman, I was a goner. When she parted those sweet lips and sucked on her straw, I knew I had to have her. After her smart mouth and long-winded diatribe about wanting to be with whomever she wanted—and the implication that she wanted a good, hard, long fuck from me—I felt this sudden animalistic need, primal, raw.
Just one night and then I’ll go back to professional Shane Wellington, not dipping his wick into forbidden ink.
Even as I make the conscience decision to throw my own rules out the window, I’m aware that one night with this feisty vixen will never be enough and I may be getting in way over my head. Luckily for me, she lives in the same town I usually do, not that she knows that yet.
Fate brought us both to this resort, and fate would take us back home again. Hopefully together.
I shake the thought out of my head as quickly as it comes. Talking to Knox must’ve fucked with me, because there’s no way in hell I’m already considering something more than one night with this girl.
Yet I can’t help but wonder where this night may lead.
That’s how I find myself slipping the keycard into the slot and opening the door to her condo. My eyes are instantly drawn to the floor at various articles of clothing lay, my cock springing to life as I stalk down the hall, following in Alyssa’s obvious path and releasing a low growl as I pass by various articles of clothing. I wanted to undress her myself, but if she’s eager to get the night started, I’m on fucking board.
At the thought of what’s waiting for me, hopefully sprawled out and naked, I speed up my pace. But when I step into the room, I’m not prepared for the vision before me.
She’s not sprawled out on the bed, but as she sits at the edge with her hands beside her on the sheets, she’s a more gorgeous sight than I could have ever imagined. She’s wearing a red lace bra that pushes her breasts up so perfectly that they threaten to spill out of the material. A matching pair of panties draws my gaze to between her legs, the place I’ve been dying to sink myself into since she first stood up in the hot tub, her wet bikini bottoms leaving very little to the imagination.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of her, and suddenly, I can’t wait to be with her any longer. I want her. Hell, I fucking need her in a way I’ve never needed a woman. It makes no sense, this strong pull I’m feeling, but I don’t care. Rather than fight it, I’m going to fuck first and ask questions later. Whether this thing I’m feeling is love or lust at first sight, I have to have her. And from the desire I see swirling in her eyes, I know the feeling’s reciprocated.
I’m the man my momma raised me to be—the kind of man every one of my gender should be—so first things first.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous, Alyssa. I didn’t plan on meeting you, but now that I have, I want to touch every inch of your skin, not stopping until I’m buried deep inside you. Before we can do anything else, I need to know you’re good with that. That you want it too. If you don’t… If all you want to do is hang out, cuddle under the sheets, play the Twenty Questions game, I’m all for it.”
Hell yeah, I want to fuck this woman. I also want—need—her explicit consent first.
She sighs, her eyes softening. “Although I thought I was presenting myself as a sure thing, Shane, I appreciate your asking. My answer is yes. I want you to touch me everywhere, and I want you inside me.”
That’s all I need. I cross the room and pull her into my arms, lowering my head and peppering kisses along the curve of her neck. When I pull away, I take her hands and haul her up, wanting to see all of her. She stands in the center of the room, and I take a step back, circling her and taking in every inch of her creamy, white skin. When I’m directly behind her, my hands settle onto her bare shoulders, where I take my time toying with the straps of her bra. Unable to contain myself, I slide one hand down and unhook it, and then I push the material off so she’s bare to me. Alyssa turns slowly, her eyes facing down as I take in the sight of her beautiful, full breasts.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmur with appreciation. I use my thumb to lift her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I was a total dick downstairs and I don’t fucking deserve to see these. But fuck, woman, when I said your tits were perfect, I had no idea just how perfect they truly are.”
The words seem to unleash something in Alyssa. She steps close and presses her hands to my chest, her nails raking against my shirt. I’m suddenly aware that I’m far too overdressed, because those nails should be marking my skin. I’m cursing myself for even throwing a shirt on after leaving the hot tub. She seems to agree and beats me to the punch, pulling my shirt out from where I hastily tucked it into my shorts.
“All’s fair,” she whispers, her voice playful as her eyes meet mine. “It’s my turn. Show me, Shane. I want to see all of you, too.”
All the blood in my body rushes directly to my groin. I’ve half a mind to scoop her up, throw her onto the bed, and push into her with reckless abandon, but even fully cocked, I’m not that kinda guy. I know I have to take care of her, so not wanting to deny her request and wanting to get this show on the road, I make haste in stripping down to nothing.
Both my pride and my cock swell at the sight of hunger in Alyssa’s eyes. Now, I’m the subject of her scrutiny and I don’t mind one fucking bit. She sucks in her lower lip as she rakes her gaze over my body—up, down, then stopping at my most current prominent body part. It twitches in response, as if greeting her and saying, Why yes, beautiful lady, we should become intimately acquainted.
I’m patient until her gaze rises and meets mine. Her cheeks blush a beautiful pink, and I wonder just how often she’s done this.
“As far as one-night stands go, I think you take the cake,” she says, and I growl.
I take a step forward, hooking an arm around her waist and pushing her back until she falls onto the bed. My body covers her and we meet in the most intimate of places. I lean down and brush my mouth across her lips. “I think I’m definitely going to take the cake.”
She giggles, and I curse over the way her lace panties are currently the only thing separating my cock from what I know is going to be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.
“Kiss me, Shane. Touch me,” she pleads, writhing beneath me when I suck her earlobe before making a sweet path down her jawline until ultimately covering her mouth with mine. “Take me.”
Who knew two simple words could change a man’s life forever?
Fuck, yes, I’ll take her. But I’ll make damn sure she’s desperate for it first.
I’m on the verge of combustion as Shane’s hands roam my body in a lazy fashion. This
is it. I know it is. We’ve gone past first base, rounding second, and I don’t even give a damn about stopping at third. I’m rooting for home, and I’m not leaving this damn bedroom until I score.
Something about Shane sets me off. I grab his face with both hands and bring his mouth to mine, kissing him with a passion I’ve never experienced. I’m panting when he pulls away, missing his warmth but also delighting in the way he rains kisses along my collarbone.
He uses his tongue to mark a trail down to the space between my full breasts, and he spends what feels like hours worshiping each one. He eagerly licks and sucks my nipples with such fervor that I’m on the verge of begging him to hurry up and take the plunge already. I writhe beneath him, anxious for his lips to explore further yet not wanting him to leave my breasts.
After one last nibble, Shane’s head comes up and our eyes meet. “Told you, sunshine. Best fucking tits I’ve ever seen. Now, they’re the best fucking tits I’ve ever tasted.”
And now, I’m impossibly wet. If the arousal I feel is any indication, there are geyser-like things threatening to happen between my legs, and if Shane doesn’t hurry up, I’m going to erupt before he even starts.
Apparently, he has other thoughts. Because even though his mouth is no longer on my breasts, his hands slide up my skin and find them, cupping each one, his long fingers squeezing my nipples just to the point of exquisite pain.
“Shane, please,” I say, unable to wait for him any longer.
“Mmm,” is all I get in response, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
I reach down and find his cock—rock hard and oh so ready for me. But before I can stroke him fully, he gives my breasts one last squeeze. Then he lifts from the bed, sending quick panic rising in me.
This isn’t how this is supposed to go. This is supposed be my night. My night to shine or score or whatever the fuck metaphor you want to use for me to finally, finally lose my V-card.
I whimper at the lost contact, and Shane chuckles. Chuckles!
“So eager already, sunshine?” he asks, staring down as he hovers over me.
I nod, unable to put my desire into words. He grins, and just as I think he’s going to give me what he wants, I see he has other plans.
I watch as Shane lies prone on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. Before I realize what he’s doing, he ducks his head and tastes me, moaning as if I’m the most enjoyable thing he’s ever had in his mouth. Butterflies take flight in my belly as his tongue gets acquainted with my wet folds.
Hot damn.
I think I’m in love.
Or just really, really, really in lust.
A small gasp escapes my mouth when Shane’s tongue is joined by a finger. He pushes it inside me then adds another one, stretching me wide as he fucks me with his fingers while simultaneously devouring me with his mouth. I can’t take my eyes off him, and when Shane sees me watching, I swear he decides to put on a show.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s hands down the best experience of my life, and we’re only getting started. He’s getting me primed and ready, and I can’t fucking wait. I’m at war with myself, wanting to tell him to stop, to fuck me already, yet still wanting to be selfless enough to allow him to get his fill.
Or maybe that’s selfish. Either way, I’m pretty sure we’re both winners in this scenario.
It’s not long until I’m putty in his hands. I tangle my fingers in his hair, which has him increasing his pace, pistoning his fingers in and out of my pussy in frantic fashion. His lips capture my clit and he alternates between sucking and licking until I’m sent over the edge into carnal bliss.
As my orgasm crests and crashes down on me, I tug his hair and chant his name repeatedly until I’m too breathless from my release to speak.
He’s connected to my clit all through my orgasm, and when he rises to look at me, I can only imagine the dreamy expression he’s greeted with. He takes one look at me and pride swells across his face.
I watch him, blinking and trying to catch my breath. “That was…amazing,” I finally manage to say.
And Shane, apparently the answer to all of my lascivious dreams, tosses me a knowing smirk that’s full of promise of what’s to come. “That was only the beginning, sunshine.”
Though I’m all in for Shane to go all in, I close my eyes and feel limbless. Languid. Numb, yet my nerve endings are heightened from the pleasure and begging for more. I’m in complete bliss, but when Shane presses a final kiss to my clit and begins to work his way up my abdomen, I’m pulled from my sleepy stupor.
“No rest for the wicked,” he growls. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My eyes, which were closed as I basked in the pleasure, blink open and I see him gazing up at me from the space between my legs. At the evidence of my arousal running down his chin, I squirm, suddenly alert. Suddenly desperate to return the favor.
He sits up, his impossibly hard length on display. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking him dry. I grasp him, delighted in the way his eyes close as my hand encircles his girth.
“Alyssa,” he whispers. “You don’t have to…”
I shake my head, shushing him, then crawl up and around him. When he faces me, I push him back down onto the bed. “Like I said. All’s fair. You got your treat. It’s my turn for a taste.”
As eager as I am to get a taste of him, I pause when I settle between his thick, muscular thighs to appreciate the sight before me. In the light of my bedroom, he’s much more on display than he was in the soft glow of the pool deck, and holy moly, I’m thankful for it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful man.
Shane’s body, like I noticed downstairs, is lean and toned, and I can tell it’s not from days spent solely at the gym. Up close and personal, his body resembles more of an outdoorsman than a gym rat, and it’s all I can do not to grab my phone and snap a picture. Not that I think he’d mind, but I can get to that later. A picture will never be enough anyway. From the sight of him, I know I could spend the rest of my life exploring the hard lines and planes of his chests, his abs, and his arms and it’d never be enough.
Tonight, at least, is a damn good start.
“Baby, you can take a picture. I won’t mind,” Shane teases, apparently reading my mind.
I raise an eyebrow and gaze down at him. “I’ve got something else in mind, but don’t think I’ll be forgetting that offer in the future,” I tell him, wondering if I’ll ever even see him after this night.
Pushing the thought aside, I wrap a hand around the root of his cock. I make a fist, working him up and down, marveling at how hard and solid he is beneath my fingers. Sure, I’ve given plenty of hand jobs over the years, but I’ve never met a dick that felt like I was holding on to a firm tree root.
My confidence gets a boost when Shane leans his head back against the pillow and closes his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. His lips curl into a satisfied grin, and I’m surprised when a glistening drop of his already impending release catches my attention—and my hunger. The creamy, white pearl is like a lighthouse beacon I’m instantly drawn to. It’s beckoning for me to lap it up, and I can’t resist. I bend, circle the tip of him, and enjoy the taste of the salty substance on my tongue.
I moan in pleasure at the same moment a low groan escapes Shane’s lips. The sound is all the invitation I need to wrap my lips around his thick arousal and slowly sink down, taking him until my mouth meets the base of his cock. He’s huge, nearly unmanageable, but when his hips buck at the contact, I’m eager to please.
We work together, establishing the perfect rhythm. Umm, Ryan Masterson who?
Third base has never been so good, and as much as I want to head straight for home, all I want to do is please Shane with my mouth. If his groans and his frantic thrusts are any indication, I’m succeeding.
As his tempo increases, I struggle to keep up. I’m not ashamed, not in the slightest. In fact, I’m pretty fucking happy to just hold on as Sha
ne finishes the ride. I grip his erection, jacking him fast, allowing him to control my mouth. It’s not long before he’s pulsating against my tongue, and when he moans his pleasure, it does something to my insides. His hands slide into my hair, making a fist and pulling a little less than gently.
I’m unaffected by the pain. Hell, I revel in it. He’s so close, so so close, and I want to give this to him.
I suck with all my might, more than pleased when warm liquid shoots into the back of my throat. Though Shane tries to pull away, I’m undeterred, sucking harder as I swallow and savor every salty, sweet ounce of his come. With one last suck, satisfied he’s emptied his reserves, I slowly slide him out of my mouth, a loud pop echoing in the room when his head leaves my lips. The satisfied grin on his face mirrors what I imagine my own looks like.
His eyes are still closed, his chest heaving as he pants.
I’m hoping like hell that this isn’t over, but even if this is all we do tonight, it’ll hands down be the best sexual experience of my life.
I can hardly believe I just came in Alyssa’s mouth. I didn’t want to. That definitely wasn’t the plan. No, when I came, I wanted to be deep inside her, but with the way she sucked me, I couldn’t hold back.
Luckily for us both, my dick hardens all over again at the feel of her fingers running up the length of my torso. She grazes my bare skin, the pads of her thumbs rubbing over my nipples, which sends an excited shiver down my spine. When I open my eyes, the sight causes me to groan.
Alyssa’s sprawled between my legs, her cheeks flushed with exertion, her lips plump and soft from what she just did. It takes everything in me not to flip her over and plunge into her with abandon, especially when her eyes travel up the length of my body, obvious appreciation in her gaze.
“That was amazing,” I say, my voice low and husky.
Her dark-brown eyes meet mine, and she grins with mischief. “That was only the beginning, baby.”
