by Marie Skye
“I don’t usually do this,” she blurts.
“Do what? We’re just standing here,” I murmur, letting my hand trail down the length of her arm. My fingers find hers and I lace them together before releasing her chin and pulling her closer. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she angles her head and our eyes meet.
“We won’t be for long,” she whispers. “And I’m not that girl. You know the type I’m talking about so, don’t make me say the words.”
“I know you’re not.”
“I’m attracted to you,” she replies, making my lips quirk.
“I’m attracted to you too, babe.”
“And I want you,” she rambles on.
Instead of words, I rotate my hips slightly and press myself against her stomach.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Yeah, oh,” I rasp, lifting both hands to her cheeks. “I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret so, if you’re having second thoughts—”
“The only regret would be if I chickened out,” she assures, wrapping her hands around my wrists. Standing on tip toe, she inches closer and presses her mouth to mine. Letting her set the pace, I don’t respond at first. Her lips softly work over mine teasing me until I feel the tip of her tongue probe. Without a second thought, I let my control slip and part my lips. My tongue sweeps her hot mouth as I kiss her back, threading my fingers through her hair. I fist the strands, tugging gently as I angle her head and devour her mouth. The kiss heats as our teeth nip and our tongues duel for control.
Her hands move feverishly over my chest before she grabs the ends of my jacket and starts to push it off my shoulders. Without tearing my mouth from hers, I help her take my jacket off before reaching for the hem of her shirt. Driven by the need to see what she looks like naked, I reluctantly break our kiss and pull her shirt over her head. Her soft waves cascade over her shoulders and the ends of her hair sweep across the swell of her breasts. That hot pink bra of hers tortures me and it's almost as if she can sense my pain because she reaches behind her and unclasps it.
My hand moves to my straining cock as I watch her slowly slide the straps down her arms. Tossing the bra onto the floor, her tits spring free and her arms fall to her sides. Bare and breathtaking, I drink her in.
“Your turn,” she whispers, forcing my eyes to hers and away from her pert nipples. Reaching behind me I pull my shirt over my head and it quickly joins hers on the floor. I don’t know who makes the first move to close the distance between us but a second later I bend my knees and wrap my mouth around her nipple.
I bite.
I suck.
I lick.
And my sweet Rylee begs for more. As rough as I get, as hard I am, it’s not enough for her. I lose my head and my balls grow painfully heavy as I devour her. She reaches for the button on my jeans forcing me to tear myself away from her. I reach into my back pocket and pull out a strip of condoms before she starts carefully working the zipper down over my erect cock. Kicking off my sneakers, I help her strip me down to nothing but my boxer briefs. Her eyes zero in my erection and I guide her hand toward it.
She squeezes me through the thin cotton as I hook my thumbs into the elastic of her leggings. The palm of her hand caresses me and I rock against her. The need to throw her down on the floor and spread her wide consumes me. I want to taste every inch. I want to brand every bit of flawless skin. I want to watch her come apart and memorize the noises she makes when she comes. I warn myself to slow down as I drag her pants down her legs.
Dropping to my knees, I lift one leg at a time and remove the pants before running my hands up her silky skin. She holds onto my shoulders as I spread her legs and run my fingers over the lace covering her pussy. Lifting my eyes to hers, I watch them become hooded and her lips part.
“Tell me what you like, Rylee,” I murmur, leaning forward to touch my lips to her panty line. I keep my eyes on hers as I take the elastic between my teeth. “Tell me what gets you off,” I add, tugging the material downward, baring her inch by fucking inch. “Or don’t,” I say, lifting my hands to her thong. In one swift move, I rip it in half and let it fall down her legs. “I rather learn for myself.”
“I like that,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. “I like that a lot.”
“I’m just getting started,” I tell her, sliding a finger down the seam of her bare pussy. “By the time we’re done here, I’ll know every inch of you. I’ll know what you taste like from the inside out and how you feel coming around me. I’ll know the sound of your cries and how you look when you beg for more.”
“Gio,” she moans, as I lift my wet finger to my lips.
“I’ll know your scent too. I’ll wear it like a fucking badge of honor,” I growl, bringing the tip of my finger to my nose. An animalistic sound pushes past my lips as I suck the digit into my mouth and get my first taste of nirvana.
My control snaps and I’m quick on my feet, stalking toward her like a starved animal. Like a man who hasn’t been laid in forever. Like a man who needs the woman in front of him as much as he needs his next breath.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I let my hands slide down to her ass and I grab her. Lifting her into my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist as I walk her toward the couch. I gently lay her down and position one leg over the back of the couch. I hunker down between her legs and press my lips to the insides of her thighs. Silently begging for more, she arches her hips and I continue to tease her as I kiss her everywhere but where she craves it most. When my mouth finally descends upon her, she becomes wild and it quickly becomes her turn to lose control. With a flick of my tongue against her clit she’s alive, and it’s a beautiful fucking thing.
I slide two fingers inside and lap at her, switching between licking and sucking. It’s not long before she’s moaning my name and clenching around me. The slow and steady pace I started with fades and I move faster, in and out, crooking and bending my fingers, finding her sweet spot. My name slips past her lips like a prayer and she comes all over my hand. When she starts to come down from her orgasm, I remove my fingers and reach for the band on my briefs. Standing up, I slide them down my legs and find the condoms thrown on the floor. Tearing into one, I sheath myself and give my shaft a few strokes.
“Sit back,” Rylee says, breathless. I cock an eyebrow in response and watch as she repositions herself on the couch. A moment later, her naked body is looming over mine and she pushes me back against the couch before straddling my thighs. My dick rubs against her as she bends her head and takes my lower lip between her teeth.
One girl.
One night.
And I’m certain she’s already ruined me for any other woman.
“Confession?” she questions, wrapping her slender fingers around my shaft. Any other time, I’d steer clear of that question. Especially knowing it’s a loaded one, and she’s got my cock in her hand. She ignores my pause and drags the head of my cock along her pussy, completely making me forget what she was saying.
“I’ve thought about this a lot, about how it would be—how we would be.”
“And?”
“And, I tried so hard not to go out with you because I knew it would be something I wouldn’t be able to get enough of,” she confesses, lifting her hips. Slowly she brings herself down on my cock. Inch after inch disappears inside her tight cunt until she’s fully seated and my balls are brushing against her. Neither of us move, adapting to the feel of one another. Finally, she starts to rotate her hips and I take her mouth. She rides me slow and steady just as I ate her out and then it becomes frantic.
Desperate.
Rough and ruthless.
Flesh slaps flesh as we stake claim on one another and chase our orgasms. I wait for her to hit it first and watch in pleasure as she chants my name and throws her head back. I take advantage of her neck and suck on it as I piston my hips and fuck her into oblivion. One orgasm rolls into another and as she continues to slide up and down on my cock
. Unable to hold out another second, I bury my face in her chest and let go, filling the condom. I come for what seems like forever, grunting and panting against her sweat covered skin.
Catching our breath becomes a chore, and she drops her head against my shoulder as I wrap my arms around her waist. I know I should move her and at least attempt to discard the condom but, neither of us have the strength and I’m a selfish fuck who is perfectly content with remaining inside her for a few more moments. A scary fucking thought considering we hardly know one another or that it’s completely out of character for me.
But it’s her.
It’s Rylee.
One girl.
One night to get it right.
The truth is, one night with the right girl is not enough and as she snuggles against me, I find myself looking for ways to turn one night into more.
I guess that’s what happens when you get the right girl.
The one and only girl that makes you not want to be a douchebag,
The one and only girl that makes you want to be better.
7
Six seems to be my number seeing as that’s how many times Rylee and I went at it before we both passed out from exhaustion. Ready to see if we could go another six rounds before reality settles in, I roll over and reach for her. However, my hands come up just as empty as her half of the bed.
Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, I sit up and search the bedroom for her. I also try to place how we eventually made our way into her room. Twice on the couch, once on the floor and then—yeah, that’s when we moved the party to the bed. Rug burn isn’t a good look on an ass as fucking fantastic as Rylee’s. It’s also painful as fuck. Not that she complained but, I’m sure she’s feeling that shit today.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I run a hand over my face and search for my clothes. Of course, they’re nowhere to be found because we barely shut her front door before we started stripping. Clearly, nudity isn’t a problem for me but, I’m not so sure how Rylee will react to me parading around her apartment with my dick swinging between my legs.
The fact that it’s the crack of dawn, and she’s not in her bed isn’t a good sign, and makes me wonder if she regrets last night. I’m pretty good at reading a woman. I know the signals one gives when she wants to get off. Rylee was especially easy to read. For fuck’s sake she was the one who suggested we leave the bar and come back here. Then there was her little confession when she admitted she’s thought about us. Yeah, there was no doubt in her mind or mine but, that was last night. We were too annihilated by our need for one another to worry about what would happen once the sun came up.
In truth, I never meant to fuck her. Sure, I wanted to but; it wasn’t my intention. Frankie was in the back of my head all night long, warning me to do the right thing and I wasn’t so sure six orgasms was on the list of good deeds.
Still, I’d do it all over again.
I meant it.
I wanted it.
And I still do.
I don’t know what it is about her but, I can’t control the feeling I get deep inside of me when it comes to Rylee. It’s almost as if someone is whispering in my ear not to let her be the one that gets away.
With no other choice, I lift my naked ass out of bed and make my way toward the door. I barely step foot into the living room before I overhear her talking on the phone in the darkness of her kitchen.
“I know what time it is but, if you hang up on me we will never speak again,” she whispers harshly into the phone. “He’s in my bed. Yes, I know my apartment is the size of shoebox but he’s sleeping and he’s pretty worn out. Shit, did I say that? I mean he looked tired. Yes, yes, yes I fucking slept with him and I know I don’t do that on the first date. He probably thinks I’m the biggest whore to walk the halls of the hospital,” she continues to ramble on and on to whoever is on the other end of the phone.
Finding my boxers, I quickly pull them up my legs and follow the sound of her voice into the kitchen.
“No, it wasn’t a onetime thing. There was no wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Fuck, Lindsey I just told you he’s sleeping in my bed!”
“Not anymore,” I say pointedly, as I creep up behind her. Keeping her back toward me, she freezes with the phone still poised at her ear. Slowly, I pry her fingers off the phone and lift it to my own ear. “Hey there, Lindsey.”
“Holy fuck,” the friend mutters in response.
“Rylee’s going to have to call you back later on,” I continue, ignoring her shocked response. “Much, much later on,” I add before ending the call. Tossing it onto the counter, I lay a hand on Rylee’s shoulder and turn her around. Blushing, she stares up at me with her mouth agape. The urge to kiss her runs through me but, I do best to remain in control.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she stammers, taking a step backward.
“You didn’t wake me,” I reply, reaching for her. My fingers curl into her hip and I drag her closer to me. “You’re freaking out.”
“You heard me?”
“Kinda hard not to.”
“Oh my God,” she groans, throwing her head into her hands. “You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.”
Grabbing her wrists, I gently pull her hands away from her face. She lifts her eyes to me and I smile at her.
“Relax, Rylee,” I coax.
“I like you,” she blurts. “And I don’t want—”
“I like you too,” I interject. The admission along with the need to ease her worries, both surprise me and leave me questioning Rylee’s power over me. “Look, I get it. We got caught up in the moment last night and maybe we moved a little quicker than you are used to, it doesn’t make me think of you differently,” I say, pausing to rake my fingers through my hair. “We can go slow from here on out but, I’m not a mind reader Rylee and this is just as new to me as it is to you. If something is worrying you, you gotta tell me.” As the words fly past my lips, I’m aware I’m insinuating I want more than one night and judging by the way her eyes soften before me, I’m thinking my intentions are clear to her too.
“Don’t leave me in your bed and call your friend at the crack of dawn. Wake me up, we’ll talk it out and then we’ll go move—” The last words die on my tongue as she lunges for me. Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaps into my arms and winds her legs around my waist. Her mouth is on mine and the kiss is no different from the ones we shared last night. It’s just as hot, just as wet and just as enticing.
Cupping her ass, I kiss her back and learn she’s not wearing anything other than a t-shirt. Her fingers claw my back and things between us escalate as I drop to my knees and spread her out on the kitchen floor. The concerns she had a moment ago are a distant memory as she pulls my briefs down my hips and kicks them the rest the way with her feet.
I don’t have nearly as much patience as she does and don’t bother removing her shirt. I inch it over her tits and bend my head to take one perfectly erect nipple into my mouth as I position myself between her legs.
“Slow,” she teases. “I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
Smiling back at me, she arches her hips, and that’s all the invitation I need.
I stay true to my promise and fuck her slowly, savoring the feel of her tightly wrapped around my bare cock. Keeping my head, I grasp every ounce of control I can and force myself to pull out before I come.
It’s messy.
Dirty.
It’s fucking perfect, is what it is.
8
Glancing at my phone, I check to see if Rylee has called. Aside from a quick visit to see Matteo yesterday in between shifts, we haven’t had a chance to see each other or make plans to go out again. After our date and the morning we spent fucking like two dogs in heat, reality set back in. She went back to working long shifts at the hospital and I went back to juggling two jobs.
“Man, you’re up in ten,” Jag says, making me tear my eyes away from the phone. Tossing my phone into
my locker, I give him a quick nod and continue to oil my body up. “Betty is on fire tonight so, you better bring your A game,” he warns as he starts to dress for his next set.
“I always bring my game,” I retort, pulling on the pants to the ridiculous policeman uniform. “Especially when I bring them on stage and read them their rights,” I say, shoving the fake nightstick into my back pocket. If you can’t fucking beat them, join them and all that.
“Look at you trying to be funny,” Jag mutters, raising an eyebrow. “Wasn’t sure you had a personality,” he taunts.
“Fuck you, man,” I retort. “You know I got a lot of shit going on.”
He nods and crosses his arms against his bare chest. Tipping his chin toward me, he gives me his undivided attention.
“How’s the kid these days?”
“No change, still waiting for those motherfuckers to put him on the transplant list,” I reveal, fixing my belt. “But, he’s a trooper and we’re not giving up.”
“Well, you got me,” he says. “If your nephew is still waiting for the heart why the fuck are you almost pleasant?”
“You make it like I’m an asshole.”
“You are an asshole,” Dare joins in, pulling the crumbled bills from the leather chaps he’s wearing. The three of us make some fucking sight.
“I got it!” Jag exclaims, grinning like a fool. “You finally took a bitch into the champagne room and got your dick sucked.”
Fitting my hat to my head, I throw him the finger.
“I don’t fuck where I eat,” I tell him.
Well, technically it’s true. I mean Rylee being Matteo’s nurse doesn’t count right?
“Five minutes, hot stuff,” Betty announces as she walks into the dressing room. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the three of us and she lifts a cigarette to her lips. “You got a light, fireman?” She asks Jag.
“I thought you were trying to quit, Betty.”
