by Ramona Gray
She nodded, bracing one hand on his chest and holding the base of his dick with the other when he lifted her. Christ, he was strong. She pressed the head of his dick against her opening and gave him an anxious look. “Slow, okay?”
“Yes.”
She was more nervous than she needed to be. Despite his size, her wetness made it easy for her to take him. She slid him into her slowly, surprising herself when she took all of him without any pain. She stared at where their bodies were connected. She had never felt completely and utterly filled before, and she could feel her inner walls stretching around his thick shaft.
“Good?” His voice was only a little strained sounding.
“Yeah, really good.” She rested her other hand on his chest as well and made a few experimental thrusts. Her eyes widened as pleasure speared through her. “Holy God.”
“What?”
“I – that feels – I think I’m going to come again.”
“That’s the idea, Red.”
“No, I don’t normally – I mean, I’m not a come-more-than-once kind of girl.”
He arched one thick eyebrow at her. “Maybe you are and just didn’t know it.”
“I, yeah, maybe.” She didn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted to ride that lovely, incredibly thick cock that was giving her more pleasure than she could imagine.
She moved up and down, her head falling back and her eyes closing as she took what she wanted from him. His hands rested on her hips, but other than occasionally giving her a little extra lift when she rose up, he didn’t move at all.
“You okay?” She moaned.
“I’m good, baby.”
“Don’t come, okay?” She moved a little harder and faster. Her ex had always come quickly, a lot of times before she could get herself off, and normally she accepted it as a part of sex. But not tonight. Not when she knew what kind of orgasm she could have. If the stranger below her came before she could have that second one…
She moved even faster, gasping out, “Don’t come yet. Oh God, don’t, just hold on, okay? I’m almost there.”
“Red.” His hands gripped her hips tight, forcing her to a stop. She made a mewl of disappointment and tried not to dig her nails into his chest.
“I’ll be quick, just don’t come. For the love of God, don’t come,” she said.
He rubbed her hipbones with his thumbs. “Look at me, baby.”
She opened her eyes and stared down at him. He smiled and reached up to cup her breast. “You can go quick or you can go slow, whatever feels good to you, but I won’t come before you do. So, stop worrying about that.”
“Do you promise?” She sounded pathetic, even to herself, but she couldn’t help it.
“I promise.” He teased her nipple with his thumb. “Take your time, if that’s what you want.”
He gave her breast a final squeeze before tucking his hands under his head and grinning at her. “Have at it, Red. It’s all yours for as long as you want it.”
She giggled and leaned down to give him a slow and thorough kiss. “Thank you.”
He cupped her ass and squeezed it. “You’re welcome. Now, let me see your sweet tits and that pretty little pussy while you ride me.”
She straightened and when he raised his legs, planting his feet on the bed, she rested her hands on the top of his knees. Her back arched as she rode him with long slow strokes. He could see everything, but she didn’t feel a lick of self-consciousness. He found her beautiful, the look on his face as he watched her body, the rock hardness of his dick as she rode him, made her more than sure of it.
Each stroke of his thick cock felt incredible. She squeezed around him, gasping when it sent a bolt of pleasure from her pussy straight down to her thighs. She’d been moving slowly, enjoying the slow glide of his cock in and out of her, but now, she wanted more. She leaned over him again, bracing her hands on his chest and fucking him harder. He kneaded her breasts, teasing and playing with her nipples before cupping her ass. He was moving now, meeting each of her thrusts with a hard stroke of his own, but she was no longer worried that he would come before she could.
He’d promised her he wouldn’t.
“Oh God,” she panted. Her hair was sticking to her face and she shook it back with an impatient noise. He reached up with one hand and smoothed it back from her face, holding it in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck as she bounced on the most amazing goddamn cock she’d ever felt in her life.
He drove in and out of her, their bodies slapping together in a rough and almost punishing rhythm. She cried out and then ground herself down on him, her inner muscles squeezing around him as she climaxed for a second time.
He groaned, his hips thrusting up and down, one big hand gripping her ass so tight, she was sure she would have bruises, the other holding the nape of her neck. He groaned again when her pussy squeezed around him with the last of her orgasm.
“Fuck, Red, you feel so good. So tight, so wet, so…”
His voice trailed off and he made two more hard pumps before he shouted hoarsely and his body stiffened under her. He froze for a few seconds and then thrust back and forth, the cords in his neck standing out as he climaxed.
When he collapsed on the bed, she rested her head on his chest. Her heart was thudding heavily beneath her cheek and he drew lazy circles with the tips of his fingers on her upper back as he caught his breath.
“That was really good,” she mumbled.
“Yeah.” He yawned, and she smiled a little before slipping off of him.
He disposed of the condom and before she could ask him if they were supposed to leave now, he was crawling under the covers and holding them open for her. “Get in.”
She absolutely could not go to sleep with a stranger. Nope, it was a very, very bad idea.
“Red, climb in.”
She climbed in beside him, curling on her side and tucking her hand under the pillow. He spooned her and cupped her breast, kissing the back of her shoulder before yawning again. He didn’t speak and she listened to his breathing slow and deepen as she stared at the wall.
She waited for the regret and the shame to fill her up and fell asleep still waiting.
Chapter Two
“Chloe?”
She swung around in her office chair, smiling at the head designer of Dawson Clothing. “Hi, Amy. How are you?”
“Good.” Amy studied her office. “I don’t think I’ve been to your office before.”
Chloe glanced around. Her office was large, but it was a bit cramped with the two desks and a small loveseat in the far corner. Amy sat down at the empty desk and ran her fingers across the smooth top of it. “I hear your new team mate starts on Monday.”
“He does.”
“Cool. Did you get a chance to meet him during the interview?”
Chloe shook her head. “No, I was, uh, out sick that day.”
She hadn’t been sick. She’d been dealing with her sister again, but she couldn’t tell Amy that. Not only had she only been at this job for a month, Amy Dawson was her professional idol. Chloe might have been hired at Dawson Clothing to help design and market a new digital storefront, but her first love was clothes design and always would be. Amy Dawson was one of the hottest clothing designers in the country right now, and Chloe still couldn’t get over the idea that she not only worked for Amy’s company, but that they were friends.
Friends? You’ve had lunch a few times and gone shopping with her once. That’s hardly friends.
She ignored her inner voice. She didn’t have many friends – okay, scratch that, she didn’t have any friends, and there was no harm in pretending that Amy was her friend. As long as Chloe didn’t get weird and go all Single White Female on her, it was fine to pretend.
“Have you met him?” She asked.
Amy shook her head. “Nah, I stay out of the business side as much as possible. I just want to design, and both Luke and Mark know that.”
Her face softened when she said Mark’s name an
d Chloe smiled a little. Mark Stanford was the CFO of Dawson Clothing, and he and Amy had recently started dating. Despite knowing Mark from the weekly Al-Anon meetings they both attended, Chloe didn’t know much of the details of their relationship, but she did know that both of them had been in love with each other for years.
“Luke met with him and really liked him. Which, between you and me, means he’s probably a stick in the mud,” Amy said with a laugh. “I love my brother, but Luke is kind of a hardass about the business. Of course, I guess that’s what makes him such an effective CEO, right?”
“Right,” Chloe said. Luke was her boss and while he was blunt and to the point, she liked him as a boss. She didn’t like wasting time deciphering what her superior wanted, and Luke’s directness and his communication skills meshed with her working style.
“Anyway, how are you doing?” Amy asked
“I’m good.” She was lying. She’d been dumped by her fiancé six months ago, her sister was ruining her life, and she’d fucked a complete stranger last night.
Her cheeks flushed and she resisted the urge to fan her face as Amy studied her. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” she said. “What can I help you with?”
“Jane is coming to my place tonight for dinner and I’m inviting you to join us.”
“Seriously?”
Amy laughed. “Yes, seriously. Luke and Mark are doing some guys’ night out thing, so I figured I’d do a girls’ night. If you’re available? I know it’s a Friday night and short notice.”
She should say no. She’d slept terribly last night, probably because she was in bed with a goddamn stranger, and she’d snuck out of the motel room as soon as the sun rose. She should go home and have a hot bath, contemplate what exactly was broken inside of her to allow her to just recklessly sleep with a man she didn’t know, and then go to bed.
“Chloe? What do you say?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’d love to. Should I bring anything?”
“Nope. Jane’s bringing some wine and I’ve got the food covered. Around seven, okay? I’ll email you my address.”
“All right. Thanks, Amy.”
“You bet. See you, Chloe.” The curvy blonde left her office, the bracelets around her wrists jingling with every step.
Chloe sat back in her chair and stared blankly at her computer screen. She was having dinner at Amy Dawson’s house. Holy shit.
* * *
Jackson watched his best friend grunt his way through another set of reps before he dropped the weights to the floor. He winced, even though the new hardwood they’d installed was protected by a thick layer of mats.
“Careful, Ian.”
Ian grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face before grabbing a set of hand weights. He lifted them rhythmically, the veins in his upper arms standing out in harsh relief.
Jackson leaned against the wall. “You ever gonna tell me what’s got you so pissed?”
“I’m not pissed,” Ian panted.
“Something’s got you in a lather.” Jackson glanced at his watch. “Are we going out tonight or not?”
“No,” Ian grunted.
“Seriously? Dude, it’s Friday night and for once you’re not working. What happened to our plan to go out and find a lovely lady to charm into getting naked with us.”
Ian set the hand weights down and wiped his face again before chucking the towel into the laundry basket. “Changed my mind.”
Jackson followed him out of the spare room they’d turned into a gym and down to the kitchen. Ian guzzled a bottle of water before glaring at him. “What?”
“Don’t what me. What the fuck is up your ass tonight?”
“I told you – nothing. Jesus, when are you gonna get a job and stay out of my business?”
“You know damn well I start my new job on Monday. If we’re not going out, pass me a beer.”
Ian grabbed two beers from the fridge and passed one to Jackson. He sat down at the island and Jackson joined him. They drank in silence for a few minutes before Jackson said, “Tell me, Ian.”
“Christ, you’re a pain in my ass. I can’t believe I haven’t just fucking shot you yet.”
Jackson laughed. “At the very least, I’m surprised you haven’t tased me.”
“Don’t give me any ideas.”
“Where were you last night?”
“Now you’re my dad?” Ian said.
“Christ, you’re a grumpy motherfucker tonight,” Jackson said.
He studied his best friend for a moment. Ian wasn’t what you would call a fun-loving guy, never had been even when they were kids, and he could get in what Jackson liked to call his “moods”, but this surliness and attitude was a bit excessive even for him.
Ian sighed. “Sorry.”
“What’s going on with you?”
Ian studied the beer bottle in front of him. “I slept with a woman without you last night.”
Jackson shrugged. “So what? It’s not like we’re joined at the hip when it comes to fucking women. There’s no rule that says we always share a woman, you know that, Ian.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just been a long time since I’ve fucked a woman without you.”
“Aww, did you miss me, big guy?”
“Shut up, dickhead.”
Jackson laughed and took a swig of beer. “So, who was the woman?”
“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me her name.”
“Interesting. Where did you meet her?”
“At Rusty’s.”
“Shit, a bar in the Badlands? One, what the hell were you even doing in the Badlands, and two – the women at the bars in the Badlands aren’t known for their… class. Not that I’m judging,” he grinned at Ian, “you do you, buddy.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “One – I was supposed to be meeting Tony for drinks and he picked the place, and two – she didn’t exactly fit in with the rest of the crowd.”
“No?”
“No. She was wearing a Dawson suit, one of the expensive ones.”
“Do you know what I love?” Jackson gave Ian a shit-eating grin. “I love that you now know how to recognize a Dawson suit.”
“Yeah, well, when every time I turn the fucking computer on, there’s a picture of a Dawson suit, what do you expect?”
“Hey, I needed to do research for the best job of my life, didn’t I? And it worked, I got the job. Besides, you have to admit it’s better than the porn that’s usually on the computer.”
That got him a rare smile from Ian and he grinned at him. “So, I’ll admit that I’m a little surprised you snagged a woman without me. You’re not known for your pickup techniques. I usually have to do all the work.”
“I can be charming when I want to be.”
“Can you, though?” Jackson said.
Another rare smile from Ian before he shrugged. “Yeah, you’re right. It was just a case of right time, right place.”
“I doubt that,” Jackson said. “I mean, yeah, I’m way more charming than you, but ladies love the mysterious, quiet type. Now, tell me about this Dawson suit wearing woman.”
“Not much to tell. She was hot as hell, in the middle of a crisis, and wanted a night of meaningless sex to forget about it.”
“And lucky you just happened to be there. Did Tony get pissed you dumped him for some meaningless sex?”
“He never showed.” Ian picked at the label on his beer bottle. “It was good, Jackson. Really fucking good. She was so damn responsive in bed. Her little pussy was hot as hell and tight. Fuck, was it tight. She got nervous about my size and wanted to be on top. At first, she acted like she had to hurry, kept begging me not to come and saying that she was almost done.”
“Sounds like her last dude was a ‘minute man’,” Jackson said. “Poor girl.”
“Yeah, well, truthfully her pussy was so fucking tight, it was a real goddamn chore not to come right away. Anyway, I told her she could slow down, that I wouldn’t come before she did. Afte
r that, she was… the way she moved when she was riding me… fuck. The only thing that would have made it better, is if you’d been there fucking her ass while she rode me.” He reached down and adjusted the crotch of his jeans. “Christ, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
“Hell, I’m getting hard just hearing you talk about it,” Jackson said. “Did you get her number?”
Ian shook his head. “No, I didn’t even get her name. She wouldn’t tell me, and she didn’t want to know mine. When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.”
“She snuck out of the room without you waking up? Christ, man, you’re a cop. Aren’t you supposed to be trained to be aware of your environment?”
Ian flipped him the bird before standing and staring out the window.
“So, what, you’re pissed because you’re never going to see her again? Just go back to the bar, she’ll probably show up again at some point. Hell, I’ll go with you. If she’s as hot as you say she is, maybe we can convince her to have a go at both of us.”
Ian shook his head. “She doesn’t normally go to that bar, she told me that herself. Plus, she was…sweet, Jackson. She wouldn’t sleep with two men at once. Hell, I was only the second guy she’s slept with.”
“How do you know that?”
“She mentioned it.” Ian was still staring out the window and Jackson stood and joined him.
“Shit, you were really into this woman, weren’t you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. She was different from our usual women. Maybe it was just the novelty.”
“Maybe.” Jackson leaned against the counter.
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll never see her again. This is a big fucking city and, like I said, I don’t even know her name.”
“Sorry, man.” Jackson clapped Ian on the back.
“No big deal. Listen, if you still wanna go out, we can. Give me ten minutes to shower.”
Jackson studied him before shaking his head. “Nah, let’s stay in tonight. We’ll order a pizza and watch Die Hard or some shit like that. Sound good?”
“You sure?”
