by Rie Warren
Thick, long, fully hard, my cock stood against my belly, absolutely ready for Leelee.
“Whoa, big boy.”
As if my dick needed any more encouragement. My balls plumped up harder, heavy weights lifting on command.
“So beautiful, Josh.” She crawled toward me, fingers skimming me.
My groin jumped. My hips pumped. Her touch fell away.
“You certainly don’t have a problem getting it up for girls, huh?”
If only she knew how little she had to do—starting with breathing, for instance—for me to get hard. “Correction, babe, I don’t have a problem gettin’ it up for you.” In fact, all the other women were nothing but blips in my background compared to this, compared to her.
“I want to do this right.”
Leelee wrapping her lips around my cock in any permutation sounded just about right to me. “Huh?”
She backed off the bed, those tits swaying, their bright pink nipples swollen from my fingers and my mouth. “I want to suck your cock right. Stand up so I can get on my knees.”
Fuck me. Now I knew where she got her ideas. The sexy mouth on her just made every last ounce of blood pulse through my cock until it was so hard it hurt. I jumped to the floor. She stood before me. All that candy floss hair slipped over my chest while Leelee teasingly tongued my stomach, my groin, my thighs, going lower and lower, never once touching my dick.
Her hands curled around my thighs, cupped my ass. She licked my pelvic grooves, one side then the other, brushing her cheek against my bottle rocket cock. Pulling my length down—but not stroking, not sucking—Leelee lapped my abs.
Fists clenching, teeth grinding, I knocked my head back.
“Put it in my mouth, Stone.” A naughty glimmer shone in her darkening irises. Her dirty mouth drove me crazy and I wasn’t even in it yet.
Shuddering from head to toe, I fisted my dick with my hand covering hers and lifted her chin. I tapped my rod against her parted lips. “Want this, babe?”
She tossed her hair back. “I want your cock in the back of my throat.”
“Open up.”
She craned her neck, slid out her tongue. I placed my tip—so full it pulsed—into her mouth.
“Lick it,” I said.
Leelee rolled her tongue over the head and I yelled. My hands balled beside me, every impulse screaming at me to plunge down her throat. I held off, watching her. She lapped every jutting vein, sucking my meat between her lips.
“Yeah, lick it hard,” I grunted.
Slippery from her lips, I shouted when she moved down to my balls. She pulled one inside then the other and lapped like a kitty at a bowl full of milk.
A tantalizing grin formed on her mouth when she jerked my cock between two tight fists. “You can put your hands in my hair, you know.”
Woman of my dreams? Fuck. Woman of my wet dreams. I didn’t want to pull her, didn’t want to rush her, but I definitely wanted some of that hair. I took two handfuls, spread my thighs wider, and fucked down into her mouth.
Her head moved between my hands, her lush lips tight over me. Her tits swung with every long lunge of my cock. She bobbed up and down with mind-destroying suction. Her nails on my stomach clawed down, leaving red trails and jerking muscle in their wake. Every joint in my body tightened when she nosed my pubes. I groaned when she sucked up and off my cock, and licked her lips.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth.” I fucked her face hard and fast for several long thrusts.
Leelee pulled back long enough to flash a wicked grin. “Do it.”
Then I was lodged in her throat, clasping her hair, her head, curling over her as come shot out of my cock and every muscle in my body seized. Drops of semen slipped from the corners of her mouth. I pushed it back in, groaning when she sucked my fingertips alongside the head of my cock.
“Sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen, Leelee.”
Licking her lips, she smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you masturbating.”
And I’m a goner.
I threw her onto the bed. Instantly, insanely hard again, I parted the lips of her pussy with two fingers, working my thumb up and around her clit. Her hips rose, following my actions as I leaned to blow across the fiery line of her hair. She was glossy, slick with want. Circling my thumb slowly, I chuckled when she gasped, dripping onto my knuckles as I held her spread and open. Easing one finger inside of her, I watched as I pulled it out, shiny with her juices. Tucking in a second finger, I pressed harder, listening to the wet slurp of her flesh gripping me.
Then my mouth was on her. I pulled her lips into my mouth, tonguing the sweet frills. Her fingers twisted into my hair the way her hips undulated up to my mouth. I murmured against her about how hot she was, how smooth and wet. More heat flooded my tongue, the tongue I used to lick her up and down, inside and out. Always teasing the tight swell of her clit. Our noises grew louder. Leelee mewled and moaned. I sucked and ate her out. Pumping her with three fingers, I snatched her clit between my lips, driving her into climax.
Leelee screamed in release, her head thrown back, her eyes screwed shut. Drawing out of her, I replaced my mouth and hand with my cock. The head was purplish, veins throbbing up and down my shaft. The dark intense color looked unbelievable against the swollen pink spread of her cunt. I slid my length up and down her, catching the ridge of the crown against her clit. Her eyes opened, almost black they were so dark with lust.
I could barely breathe when I fisted my cock, lowering it slowly down to her saturated opening. “Condoms?” My voice was unrecognizable, low and animalistic.
I was in fucking heat. I had a couple in my wallet, but of course I didn’t have my wallet on me, just the damn leathers, iPhone, and the lanyard, all long discarded.
She waved around the room, her slick pussy maddening me as it sucked at my cockhead, giving it hot wet kisses.
I clenched my jaw, slowly thrusting just my tip in and out of her. On another crazy short plunge, I held myself there, just at her entrance, barely inside of her. Her flesh stretched for me, from me. Lips puffy and full. Sliding my hand down my shaft, I gently plucked at those lips where they pulled out and around the rigid cliff of my cockhead.
“Where?” My hips jerked, my thighs quaked. The muscles in my stomach and chest stood out as I restrained myself. I needed to fuck Leelee. Now.
“Oooh, oh fuck, Josh!” Her moan almost set me off. “In my red suitcase. I have a stash.”
“A stash?”
A dangerous smile played across her lips. She lay with her arms stretched overhead, back arched, breasts high. “Mmm. Oh, that’s nothin’. All part and parcel of the job.”
I slid from the bed, padding to the suitcase she indicated. Digging through her debris, I found a Ziploc full of rubbers. I returned, ripping one open and throwing the rest on the nightstand.
Her gaze dragged to my hands while I rolled the condom down my shaft. “You should see the collection of sex toys I’ve got at home.”
And that was my breaking point. I pounced on her and in one long lunge, seated myself balls deep inside. She cried out and I grunted in shock at her tight fit. So fucking hard I could’ve devoured her in an instant, I could’ve gone off in a second, I stilled inside of her.
“Jesus, babe.”
“Uhhh . . .” she whined.
Grabbing her ass in both hands, I drove even deeper, growling with the impact. The condom did nothing to hide her heat, her wet sheath, her tight cunt gripping me. I pulled completely out. I jerked her hand down and clamped it around me with a yell. I watched her palm the heavy weight as pure wild need crashed through me.
“That what you want?”
Leelee frantically nodded her head. “Yes, yes.”
“You got it.” I removed her hand and slammed into her, shoving her back to the mattress.
Sucking her nipples, licking her throat, groaning into her hair, I rammed her with my entire length, impaling her over and over again.
“I’m g
onna, I’m gonna!” Her back bent off the bed. Her pelvis thrashed against mine as I ground down onto her.
With a rough kiss, I swallowed her scream. “Yeah. Come, Leelee.”
I grabbed her ankles and drew her legs around my hips. Holding her there, I continued to fuck her like a madman. Her pale pink pussy engulfed me, squeezed me. Her shouts surrounded me. I finally succumbed to the orgasm tearing through my body. It pulled up my balls, rocketed through my shaft and exploded out of the tip of my cock. I clenched my teeth so hard I could’ve busted a molar.
I withdrew slowly. Leelee all but purred beneath me. The full condom pulled off, tied up and tossed away, I enfolded her in my arms. Yes. Her breasts teased against my chest, her fingers toyed with my treasure trail, her leg slid between mine.
And I got to play with all that glorious hair.
Later, Leelee rode me while I sucked her nipples, kneading her tits. She knew exactly how fast to go and when to hold off and swivel her hips with me fully inside her. On the edge of orgasm for what felt like torturous hours, she only gave in when I begged her to fuck me fast and hard. So hungry for her as she clenched around me, I practically ate her puffy pink nipples off her body like sugarcoated candy. A swift orgasm seared through me, violent enough to turn my vision white.
It didn’t take long for me to want another go at her when she spooned in front of me. I slid one hand over her smooth hip onto her stomach, dipping my fingers into her slit. The condom went on fast when she lifted her thigh for me to take her from behind. It was slow and steady, this fucking. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I leaned back enough to watch my cock enter and drag out of her, inflamed by the sight. But there was something else I wanted to watch more.
“Turn around, babe. I wanna see you.”
She complied with a sinuous roll. Then I fucked her solidly for as long as I could, the same steady pace making her sigh and smile, then gasp and writhe. We came together when I speeded my thrusts, her face buried in my neck, teeth nipping.
While she slept, I stayed awake and held her. All the fucking and fleeing of my past, all the fucking and fighting with Claire had never felt like this. How the hell could I be falling in love with a woman I’d just met when I’d avoided it for so many years?
And why did that idea make me grin like a fool, instead of send me into a full-blown panic attack? I squeezed Leelee harder, and she shifted in her sleep. Moments later, she stiffened in my arms.
“You have to go,” she said in a resigned voice.
Rubbing my hands up and down her arms, I tried to ease the tension running through her. “I know.”
I had to get to my own room. We couldn’t let any of the other attendees see me sneaking around behind Nicky’s back.
Leelee disengaged from me. Cold empty space settled between us. Her hard emotionless eyes were the first hint that I’d really, truly messed everything up.
“No, Stone. I mean I need you to get out. Now.”
Reality stole the last remaining warmth from the room. Leelee sealed off her expression, sat back against the pillows, and pulled the sheet to her shoulders.
My jaw hardened. She’d called me Stone, not Josh, not soft and sweet as she had during our lovemaking.
“Leelee, don’t do this.” I reached out to caress her leg. “I know what you’re thinking. This wasn’t a mistake. We’re not a mistake.”
“I’m so stupid.” She pulled her leg away. “But hearing you with JJ, listenin’ to you talk about your life? You’re such a good father. I got caught up in the moment . . .”
“It wasn’t a moment. It’s something I want to last.”
“Are you even really like this, Josh? Or are you Stone? Are you just a massive slut for men and women?” She smacked her forehead. “I can’t believe I did this. Again!”
I was furious—angry with her and the situation. “Goddammit, Leelee. This isn’t a one-night stand for me, and yeah, I’ve had enough of those to recognize when it happens. I want this to be something more.”
“Well, it can’t be,” she spat. Stumbling from the bed, she dragged the sheet around herself. “I can’t do that because I don’t know what the hell you are, or who the hell you are. And it doesn’t even matter because you are gay!” She flung my leathers at me when I jumped off the bed.
“Get out.” She fired at me again.
I’d forgotten about her temper. And with mine about to catch fire, getting out was probably the best thing to do at this point. I hauled on the stupid goddamn pants with plans to burn them later.
“All right. I’ll go. But don’t think this is the end of it, Leelee. Because I’m not some prissy little shit you can order around. When I want something, I go after it.” And by God, I wanted her more than anything.
She slammed the door in my face once I stepped into the hall. Of course she did. I started Walk of Shame number two, or maybe three.
I’d fucked up. Royally.
And now I had to prepare to get my ass chewed by Nicky. Not in an mm mmm kind of way.
Chapter Ten
Friday: Magic Mike Nightmare
NICKY WAS WAITING UP. Of course he was. The man who used to go home with a different bird every night—sometimes two—had forgotten how to let loose. He shut his book, placing it aside. And he called me a throwback? The successful romance writer of the ebook era still insisted on reading from real paper.
I peeled off the leathers one final time and stuffed them into the trashcan.
Nicky asked in an even voice, all false calm before the whup ass, “Where ya been? Or do I already know?”
I strode into the bathroom to clean up so I didn’t go to bed smelling like after-sex. Shoving a washcloth under the faucet, I turned on the hot then lathered all the necessaries. “Why? You jealous, lover?”
He leaned against the doorjamb. “Shit, man—Leelee? What’re you doing with her?”
“Since she kicked me out of bed, out of her room, and probably completely out of her life, it looks like a whole hell of a lot of nothin’.” I slammed the faucet off and toweled dry. “You need to get laid yourself, ya know? Take the stick outta your ass.”
“You do enough catting around for the both of us.” Nicky turned away, stomping toward the bed.
“Just ’cause you gave up your man-whore ways because the heat from your fang-girls got much too handle, doesn’t mean I have to be a monk too.”
His eyes flashed as he pointed at me. “Yeah, you do, Josh, because you agreed to stick it out with me as my partner.”
With a towel around my hips, I toed up to the opposite side of the bed. “When was the last time you got screwed? I can tell you didn’t bang watermelon lips last night because you looked like you had a cramp in your ass rather than coming in fresh from getting the top of your cock blown off.”
He heaved onto the bed. “You’re right. I didn’t do watermelon lips because I have some self-restraint.”
“Yeah. That sucks for you.” A pillow hit my back when I turned to my bag.
Nicky had always been the bad boy in high school. The girl-getter. He reeled ’em in, we traded ’em off. During our late twenties, we’d grown more responsible in different ways. He had his career, and I was in over my head with the garage and the kid, although I still found time for my famous weekly one-night-stands. He hadn’t been with any woman I knew about in at least six months. That had to tangle his nuts. I was almost tempted to throw him a pity fuck.
He was easy enough to look at even if I didn’t swing that way. His muscled chest filled out his shirts, washboard abs lead to strong legs. The longish wavy brown hair had been wrapped around the fingers of many a babe, most of them overcome by his pretty purplish eyes. They also liked the tat around his bicep, black ink weaving against the big muscle. All in all, if I were playing for the other team, I’d find him bone-worthy.
“You’re still a pretty boy, Nicky.” I smirked at him.
He flipped me off from both hands.
After yanking on a pair
of clean shorts, I bounced onto bed beside him. “You need a fuck.”
Closing his eyes, he nodded. “I need a fuck.”
“Sexual repression isn’t a good idea, especially when you write all about sex.”
One eyelid lifted. “And romance.”
“If that’s what you wanna call it when your characters are knocking boots all the time, bro.”
Rolling to his side, he twitched his nose like he always did when he was dog-tired. “Looks like you knocked enough boots for the both of us.”
Leelee’s final words stung me anew. I shrugged.
“Ended bad, huh?”
“The usual. Screaming, throwing things, unrivaled vehemence.”
He crushed a pillow over his head, burrowing beneath the covers. “But you didn’t want to leave this time.”
“No. No, I didn’t. I’d have stayed in her bed.”
The pillow on top of his head puffed up. “You have the worst timing ever, you know?”
I nodded, my head ducked.
“Just don’t get me blackballed here, Josh. Are you gonna be able to keep your pecker in your pants?”
“Unless I wanna ram it up your ass, guess I’ll have to.” I jerked a handful of sheets over my waist.
“I guess you will.” He tugged back.
I turned off the light and slid further down in the bed.
Nicky patted my shoulder. “I’m sorry, dude. I don’t want to fuck up our relationship over this.”
“Our friendship.”
He yawned in my face. Good think the fucker had excellent oral hygiene. “What?”
I put the pillow back over his head, the way he liked to sleep, half suffocated. “Night night, and never mind.”
The alarm bleated a few hours later. I laughed when Nicky yanked the cord from the socket and threw the machine against the wall, muttering, “Write-off.”
The next time I woke, faint lines of sunshine ran under the curtains, and my stomach growled loudly.
“I hate you and your stomach, Josh.” Nicky’s muffled voice was filled with venom.
