by C Standing
Confusion courses through me at the way he’s suddenly pulling back. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure, Rick.”
His eyes close as if he’s in pain. “I don’t want to push you into something you don’t want.”
The tips of our noses touch, our breaths mingle, and I catch the faintest aroma of bourbon on his breath as I nuzzle his nose. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you.” The whiskers of his stubble prickle and scratch my skin, and I can’t help but wonder how those bristles will feel between my thighs. That mixed with the addictive scent of his cologne, drives me crazy.
Rick rests his forehead on mine. “I need you to know what you’re getting into.”
I press a finger to his lips. “Stop. I’m here because of you. I want you and everything that comes with you.” I lightly touch my lips to his, causing him to groan. “Don’t hold back on me now, City Boy.”
As if I’ve given him the green light, a low guttural sound rips from his lips as he launches forward, securing me in place with his left hand while the right kneads my breast. “You’re fucking phenomenal.” Rick’s coarse baritone does dirty things to my body.
“I want you, Rick.” I lower my hand between us and cup him over his slacks. “Give me everything.”
He’s hard and long and thick, and I’m desperate for a taste.
The hand on my ass cups me roughly and moves me faster, helping me set a steady rhythm. Stormy eyes flash up at me as the callous pad of his thumb grazes my already hard nipple. “So goddamn sexy.”
A shiver breaks out over my body at the possessive and demanding way he says that.
A turbulent fire rages through me as he continues to tease and caress me over my top, alternating from one breast to the other. But it’s not enough. I need more. “Don’t stop,” I plead, unabashedly.
It’s been so long since a man has made me feel this sexy—this wanted—that every touch, smell, and sound are amplified tenfold.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Little fireworks explode behind my eyes as we continue to grind against each other. Our bodies moving in perfect harmony, and our souls entwining and forming an unbreakable bond.
“God, yes,” I pant, my fingers moving to curl around the collar of his shirt, gripping the lapels for support. It isn’t long before I start feeling the early sensations of an orgasm licking up my spine. “You feel so good.”
Still needing more, I drop my head back and pick up the pace. Rotating my hips, I push down on him so hard, to anyone else it would look like we’re fucking.
And God, do I want to fuck him.
I want to make him cum.
I want to give him that overly satisfying release I know we both need.
I want to hear my name explode from his lips as he gives into this all-consuming feeling.
“What are you doing to me.”
Leaning down, I jut my ass out and trace my tongue along the intricate design of his tribal tattoo. “Driving you crazy.” I sink my teeth into his neck, loving the way his jaw flexes in response.
“Yeah?” Rick grits out, making my pussy clench. “Well, it’s working.”
“Rick,” I moan, pressing my forehead to his, my stomach bottoming out as my orgasm climbs.
Heavy and ardent eyes peer up at me, frantically searching my face.
My nipples rub against his bare chest, turning me on even more. A light layer of sweat breaks out across my skin.
“Oh God, Rick,” I cry out, rocking my pelvis with abandon as his cock hits me in just the right place. “Yes, right there.”
Gathering me in close, he wraps his arms around me, burrowing his face in my breasts, and holding me like he’ll never let go. “Tell me what you need, baby?”
“Let go,” I demand, shamelessly. “Give us what we both want,” I pant, thrusting my groin into his with purposeful precision, and releasing a low mewl when I feel the tip of his hardness graze my clit. “Make me cum.”
My eyes roll into my head.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Holy shit.
I don’t even care that I sound like some wanton hussy. Fuck decorum. Fuck modesty. I’m so damn gone for this man and this moment, I couldn’t give a shit how I sound or look.
“Fuck this,” he grunts, grabbing me by the backs of my thighs and lifting us off the couch.
Stalking toward the staircase with wide, purposeful strides, he takes the stairs two at a time.
“Where are you taking me?” I murmur against his lips.
“To bed,” is all he says, and my pussy convulses with need.
“You think you’re getting lucky, City Boy?” I tease, kissing my way along his jawline and nipping at his earlobe.
“We’ve had three days of foreplay, sweetheart. I’m cashing in on my reward.”
Hell, I’m not stopping him.
At this point, I’d drop to my knees and deep-throat his cock like a porn star if he asked.
“Rick,” I mewl, hardly able to believe this is happening as he carefully deposits me onto the bedding.
Towering over me, he settles between my legs, cups my throat and burrows his nose into my skin, dragging his teeth over my jaw. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Moaning, my back curves into him as his talented mouth licks and sucks, driving me crazy.
“Rick,” I murmur again, not able to help myself. He feels fucking amazing. “I want to see you,” I demand, resting my palms on his concrete abs. My fingers tug at the buttons on his shirt, and a rush of pride washes over me like a tidal wave as the muscles in his stomach twitch under my touch. “Show me.”
Not even hesitating, Rick stops only for a second to fist the middle of his shirt and rip it clean open, sending buttons flying off in every direction.
Fuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Holy lord.
If women could get boners, I just had my first one.
Muscles. Sweet, tattooed muscles.
I’ve been with guys who’ve kept their bodies in mint condition before, but Rick’s?
I think my ovaries just exploded.
He’s on a whole other dimension.
Christ, my previous partners were boys compared to this stud. Hell, I feel like I should bow down at his magnificence. Or at least give him a blowjob to reward him for giving me such an amazing view.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I marvel, running my fingers over the corded muscles stretching from his shoulders, down to his pecs. He’s absolute perfection, and I have no qualms about worshipping every inch of him.
“That’s my line.” He grins as I claw my nails down his abs, watching in rapture as each one jumps. “Jesus, fuck.” He sucks the air between his teeth and slams his eyes shut.
“Please,” I beg.
All too soon, he’s pulling back, and I immediately miss his touch.
Wild eyes search me, looking for any kind of doubt or resistance.
You’ll find none here, buddy.
“Tell me this is okay.” The fire burning in his eyes simmers to an explosive heat. A vulnerability I hadn’t expected to see from him forms on his face.
Huh?
I thought this was just a one-time thing.
“Tell me I’m not fucking this up by going too fast,” his coarse baritone shatters my lustful haze. “I don’t want to rush you. But, Christ, baby. I can’t fucking help myself.”
My hips writhe uncontrollably against his. “What does that tell you?”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re fucking stunning.” Frenzied lips find my neck again, his mouth and tongue sucking and lapping at my skin before moving upward. “The things I’m going to do to this beautiful body.”
God, my body is humming with so much anticipation, I’m practically glowing.
“Spread your legs,” Rick demands, sweeping his thumb over the material covering my puckered nipple. Glancing up at me, he flicks my hardened peak with his tongue.
“You do something to me, make me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.”
His knees pin my thighs to the bed as his fingers hesitantly ghost over the hem of my blouse. “Can I see you?” His voice is a throaty rasp.
Tracing my fingers over the rivets and indents on his impressive chest, I cup his neck and bring him down for a kiss. “You can have whatever you want.” I ghost my lips across his.
“Jesus,” Rick gulps, slowly edging up the fabric until his fingers reach the underside of my breasts. “Where did you come from?”
My pelvis undulates against him, wordlessly begging him for more. “I could say the same for you.”
After several excruciating seconds, Rick finally lifts the blouse over my aching peaks, baring me to his ardent gaze. A low groan emerges from the back of his throat, making me crazy.
“Incredible,” he murmurs before taking my nipple into his hot mouth.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, clutching the back of his head tightly as his skillful tongue teases me while his hand palms and massages my other.
Swiping his thumb over the pebbled nub, he switches breasts, blowing hot air over my nipple and nuzzling the area with his nose. “You’re fucking amazing.” Sprinkling a warm trail of kisses down the valley of my chest, he crawls downward. “I want to taste you.”
I’m a squirming, panting mess as he dips his tongue in my navel and licks the V-line on my abdomen.
“Rick, please.”
Curling his fingers around the waistband of my leggings, he edges them down my thighs, revealing my black lace panties. Putting the discarded clothing to the side, he runs his thumb up the crotch of my panties, groaning when he feels how soaked they are. Slowly, Rick peels them down, pressing a kiss to my neatly trimmed mound. “Goddamn.”
My sex throbs, desperate with the need to feel the warmth of his mouth.
Before I know what’s happening, the panties are gone, and he’s lying between my legs, snaking his tongue out and ever so slightly grazing my slit.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he growls his demand, hooking his arms around the apex of my thighs to keep me in place. “Let’s see if this pretty little cunt tastes as sweet as it looks.”
My body trembles at his lewd words, a potent wave of arousal gushing between my legs.
Rick licks up the length of me, and I cry out. I grip the bedsheets in a vice as he sinks the tip of his tongue between my saturated folds and wiggles it around. “I knew it.” Comes his muffled groan. “You’re fucking addictive.”
Trying not to break eye contact, I arch my back, bucking wildly against his face. I moan shamelessly as he presses against my clit, circling the sensitive skin, and taking me closer to a place I haven’t been in an embarrassingly long time.
“Yes,” I mewl as he introduces a finger, sliding it through my wetness. “Oh my...”
Drawing me into his mouth, he flattens his tongue against my bud while torturing me with his finger. He pumps in slow, leisurely strokes, working my slick clit into a frenzy. “Such a beautiful pink pussy.”
Pleasure like I’ve never experienced surges through me, setting alight to every nerve ending in my body.
“Oh God, yes.” My hands fly to his hair, fisting his strands and yanking hard.
“Fuck,” Rick growls, adding another finger and plunging deeper. “So goddamn wet.”
Oh God. Oh God.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, hardly able to get the words out as my release charges toward me. “Rick, please.”
I have no clue what I’m begging him for, but somehow, he gets it and drives into me harder.
“Cum around my fingers, baby. Let Daddy taste you.”
Daddy?
His lewd words set something off inside me because seconds later, I’m jerking off the bed and all but riding his face, as the most potent and all-consuming bliss racks my body.
Holy fuck.
Rick eases his fingers from inside of me and brings them to his lips, licking off the glistening juices of my release. Groaning at the taste of me, he delves down, lapping up every drop.
“Holy heck,” I pant, my chest heaving from exertion.
Moving back up my body, Rick gives my nipples one last teasing swipe. “Taste yourself.” His tone is a husky demand as he claims my mouth in a rough and aggressive kiss.
I return it fervently, grinding my still-sensitive heat on his rock-hard length.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine. “You are the most mouth-watering thing I’ve ever tasted, and that was just a glimpse of what’s to come.” Pressing one last kiss to my lips, he sits back on his haunches, his cock rigid and straining in his slacks as he wipes his face.
Bracing myself on my elbows, I lick my lips, taking in the large, thick shape of him tucked in its confines.
It’s been so long since I’ve given a blow job, I want to remember what it feels like to have that power within my grasp.
Grunting, Rick hops off the bed, and I can’t help but ogle his magnificence. “Keep looking at me like that, and my fingers and mouth won’t be the only part of me owning that beautiful pussy.”
Sitting up, I rise onto my knees, and as seductively as I can, I crawl toward him, loving the way his darkened eyes drop to my ass. Stopping just before the foot of the bed, I hook my fingers around his belt and yank him back. Burrowing my head in his neck, I stroke him through the coarse denim. “I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.” I nip his earlobe.
A painful sound emerges from his throat as he takes my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each knuckle. “I didn’t do that, so you’d return the favor, River.” He cups my face. “I did it because you’re sexy as hell, and I couldn’t help myself.”
A soft laugh drifts from my lips. “I’m not doing it because I feel like I have to, Rick.” I dart my tongue along his lips. “I want to.”
Brushing a thumb over my cheeks, he looks me deep in the eye. “And if that’s something you still want to do later, then I won’t stop you.”
Later? How long does he think I’m staying?
“Pretty sure I’ll still want to.” I chuckle.
“I don’t want to rush this, okay?”
“We aren’t rushing anything,” I purr, running the tip of my nose up the side of his neck, and stroking him through his jeans. “Let me do this. You just gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. Now, let me give you some relief.”
His brow tics. “One of?” The deep V etched in his brow tells me he’s not too thrilled with my response. “Fuck, I’d better up my game.”
Smirking, I slowly pull down his zipper, my lips hovering over his. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.” I squeeze him through the rough fabric, earning a low hiss. “So, why don’t you let me worry about this.” I trail my finger up his twitching length.
Groaning, Rick takes my hand. “Baby, I want that, I do. But why don’t we slow this down a bit, huh?”
Slow this down a bit?
Where is this coming from?
Four hours ago we were seconds away from fucking in an empty office, and now he wants to slow things down?
A sharp pang of realization strikes me when I think about what he’s just said.
Oh God.
He’s rejecting me.
The harsh sting of his refusal burns deep.
Oh God. Oh God.
Jesus Christ.
What the hell was I thinking?
The warmth seeps from my cheeks as I fall back onto the bed. “Oh my God.”
“Hey, you okay?” He combs his fingers through my hair. “You look a little pale.”
Am I okay?
Oh Lord.
Vomit threatens at the back of my throat as I grip the sheets tightly. “I feel sick.”
What the hell have I done?
My heart races with embarrassment. I’ve never been so humiliated in all my life.
“River?” Rick falls to his knees in front of me, concern etched on his handsome face. “You’re star
ting to worry me here, baby.” A nervous chuckle escapes his lips as he settles his hands on my thighs. Even though it’s a presumptuous move on his part, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to me. Like his hands were made to hold me like this.
Which sounds ridiculous.
“Maybe I should go,” I murmur absent-mindedly, feeling completely spaced out.
Rick rears back, eyes wide with panic. “Wait, what?”
“This wasn’t a good idea.”
Lies. All lies.
There was nothing bad about being in the presence of this guy. Nothing.
“What are you talking about?” The color drains from his face. “You don’t regret it, do you?”
The nausea rolling around my stomach settles as I take in the worry plaguing his handsome features. “No, of course not.”
Rick’s expression softens. “Then what is it?”
I run the back of my hand over my forehead. “I guess I just feel a little foolish.”
His eyes narrow in confusion. “Going to need you to elaborate here, baby.”
Oh God.
As if I don’t feel humiliated enough, now I have to bare my soul to the gorgeous guy who made my world spin. “I came on to you, and you turned me down.”
No point beating around the bush. We’re all adults here.
A guttural growl emanates from the back of his throat as he closes the distance between us. “Let’s get one thing straight, I would never turn you down, River.” He frames my face. “I need you to hear me when I say that I wanted it as much as you—probably more. I mean, have you seen you?” He chuckles. “I’d be out of my fucking mind not to want that. But I don’t want you to regret anything we do together.”
I lace our fingers together. “The only thing that makes me feel vulnerable is you, Rick.” I smile when I see him frown. “But in the best possible way. Which is absurd considering the amount of time we’ve known each other.” Shifting closer, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Two days ago, I didn’t even know you existed. Now I’m here, in this beautiful hotel, with a man who seems like he’s too good to be true.” I laugh. “The things I feel for you seem too crazy to comprehend.”
His eyes darken and he snakes a possessive arm around my waist. “What kinds of things?”
