by Lexie Davis
Without giving himself time to rethink his actions, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Just like a dream, Amanda opened to him giving him access to her honey-sweet mouth. He groaned in delight and deepened the kiss.
From the first time he’d met her, he’d wanted to kiss her. He’d wanted to taste her and somehow make all the bad stuff go away. She’d lain so peaceful in her bed, like an angel while the heat and smoke surrounded her. From what he’d heard she’d worked three jobs trying to put herself through art school. Her parents had died a while back and left her their house. The very house that had burned to a pile of ash. The night of the fire, the call had come in from a neighbour. Evidently Mr. Gregory had spotted the flames and called 9-1-1 after Amanda hadn’t responded. She had no family and fought against the world all on her own and with her exhaustion, she’d nearly gotten herself killed.
Brad tilted her head in his hands, gaining better access to the sweet taste that branded itself on his tongue. She moaned against his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. This night hadn’t gone according to plan at all. He hadn’t planned on coming to her apartment, but the look in her eyes, the slight tremor of her body said she didn’t want to be alone. He hadn’t planned on kissing her, but her pouty, glossed lips gave him no other choice. And if he proceeded with what his body wanted to do, he’d have her screaming his name before the sun came up. Several times, in fact, with the way he felt right now.
Common sense outweighed rash judgement and Brad found the need to distance himself from her rise. Amanda was a big girl. She didn’t need him here, and the faster he left the better off they’d both be.
Brad broke the kiss, stepping back until he hit the solid wood of the door. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
His heart pounded in his chest, his body nearly shaking with need. Her face was almost innocent in the candlelight. She was so soft beneath his hands and his lips that he never wanted to stop touching her. No matter how wrong or right it felt, he had no business taking advantage of her. Not while she was scared.
She nibbled on her lower lip. “Why not Brad? It’s not like I protested or anything.”
He met her eyes though he didn’t say anything. His cock swelled even harder behind his fly with each second that passed in darkened room. Her chest rose with her accelerated breaths, no words leaving either of their mouths. He wasn’t the only one aroused.
He licked his lips tasting her on them. It was all he could do not to press her against the wall and drive his cock into her juicy pussy. He clenched his fingers into fists at his sides and leaned his head back against the door, willing himself to gain control. He was known for doing the right thing. But right now, wrong never felt so good.
Amanda scoffed. “So I guess you’re not interested, huh?”
Lack of interest wasn’t exactly the problem. His inability to keep his hands off her was. “I shouldn’t have come on to you. Not when you were scared. We have a professional relationship and I crossed many lines by kissing you. I’m sorry for that.”
“Really?” Amanda tilted her head to the side. “I could have sworn you were into that kiss just as much as I was, with your tongue down my throat and all.”
“I crossed the line. I apologise for it.”
She glanced down at his crotch, arched her eyebrows and met his again. “You don’t seem too sorry. Can you honestly say you don’t want me? Not the slightest little bit? Not even when I do this?”
She crossed her arms over her body and gripped the hem of her shirt. With one single tug, she pulled it over her head. Holding the teasing garment in one hand Amanda tilted her head slightly causing her hair to fall forward against the soft curves of her breasts. Brad swallowed hard at the sight, taking in her dark nipples now hard little beads with the cooler air. She threw the tank at him giving him lustful eyes with a small mischievous, yet nervous grin.
“Come on, Brad.” She cupped her breasts, kneading them with her fingers, playing with her nipples. Her tongue traced her bottom lip and a small sound of pleasure echoed in the room. Brad stood there watching her movements, the candlelight shadowing portions of her body while illuminating others. After a while, her hands trailed down her flat belly to the waistband of her jeans. Brad’s gaze followed the path of her fingers, watching and waiting for what she intended to do next. She glanced up at him, flicked the button open and slid the zipper down with a loud rasp. “Don’t you want to touch me…intimately?”
He stared at her, reminding himself he had to be responsible. Women wanted him all the time, but he didn’t want a relationship. Work kept him busy enough. He didn’t have time for a woman.
“What do you want from me, Amanda?” he rasped. He crossed his arms over his chest debating on whether her response really mattered.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She pushed her jeans down her thighs and kicked them away. She stood in a skimpy pair of panties that were probably illegal in all fifty states. “Sex. No strings.”
Beyond the mutual attraction, he and Amanda were business associates. He was only supposed to be a model and she the photographer. But he’d saved her from a house fire. She’d clung to him like a lifeline. Brad shook his thoughts away. Why was his head so fucking messed up? He’d only come to have his picture taken.
But he was pretty sure thinking about her while he jacked-off crossed the lines of “business associates”. And she’d starred in a few hot, wet dreams too. And now, she stood before him half-naked and moments from playing with herself and the wrongs seemed to weigh in as rights. So what if they did have sex? As long as sex was sex, it would be all right. Right?
Amanda stood before him, hiding nothing and waited. Waited for him to make the next move. The little scrap of lace that covered her proved his earlier thoughts about her right. Even in the dim light, he saw her pussy lips were smooth. Brad’s temperature rose even higher, the building inferno within him drowning out all common logic.
“I know you like me, Brad.” She pulled the scrap of fabric aside and touched herself smiling the entire time. Her fingers rubbed the smooth flesh before pressing inside and drawing a slight moan from her lips. Brad’s cock grew impossibly harder, almost painful as he watched her. After a few thrusts, she pulled her wet fingers out, and brought the digits to her mouth and flicked her tongue out for a taste. “Your hard cock proves that much. It’s been hard most of the photo shoot, hasn’t it? You’ve wanted me just as long as I’ve wanted you.”
Brad tried to control himself but the damn vixen tempted him with forbidden fruit. He smelled her arousal, a strong musky scent permeating his nostrils. She began to rub her breasts again, pinching and rolling her nipples.
“Touch me, Brad. My pussy aches for you. I want you to fill it with your cock and fuck me hard. I’m so wet, so horny. Give my pussy a hard cock to remember, a hard cock I’ll never forget.” Almost shyly, she glanced up under heavy eyelids. “Will you please take your pants off and fuck me?”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Brad pushed off the door and in two strides had her in his arms. His mouth sealed to hers in a hard, demanding kiss. Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Her ass fit perfect in his palms and he squeezed the handful.
He turned and pressed her up against the wall while he worked his hand between them fumbling with his zipper. Her hands caressed and touched his chest and shoulders, her thumbs played with his nipples. In haste, he freed his cock but the scrap-lace panties still remained a barrier between them. He tried sliding the crotch over, but the damn thing wouldn’t move. Frustrated, he ripped them away, gaining unobstructed access to her.
“You are such a bad boy.” Amanda grinned at him.
The heat from her body scorched the tip of his cock making his control teeter along a thin line. Why the hell had he waited so long? He didn’t know. Now he’d be lucky to last -past single penetration. She cupped his cheeks and pulled him forward for her kiss. The slight movement pressed him insi
de her just a bit and Brad’s control snapped. With her hips in his hands, he thrust inside her hard.
Her moan of pleasure sounded above his groan. She fucked his mouth with her tongue like he fucked her body with his cock. Each slick thrust forced him deeper, her muscles clenching and squeezing him. And it was heaven.
He moved in quick, short jabs, finding and setting a good rhythm for them both. They both needed the release and nothing beyond these walls mattered at the moment. All the problems they were bound to create could wait until morning.
Lightning flickered in the sky, the thunderclap following shortly behind. The damn candles fragranced the room in a rich pineapple scent, and the temperature rose a few degrees higher. Sweat coated his skin while he clenched his teeth in an effort not to come.
Amanda gasped as pleasure crossed her face, her body clamping down on his cock. Brad eased his thumbs to the crease where her thighs met her pelvis, pressing downward until he found her slick, moist clit. He flicked and rubbed the nubbin, sending her into climax. Her back arched, her fingers twining and pulling at his hair. Her mouth opened and a tiny moan slid between her lips, so hot and erotic that it sent him into his own climax.
Amanda wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his cheek while he rested against her body. She smelled like sex and sweat, deliciously tempting and perfect in his arms. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, flicking his tongue out to take a sample of her sweat slicked skin.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her lips near his ear.
“Yeah.” Moving back, his cock stayed half hard inside her. With her in his arms, he took the few steps necessary towards her leather sofa, lowering her against the over-stuffed cushions. Fumbling with his clothing, he rid himself of his rubber boots and jumpsuit, leaving him just as naked as she was.
She reached out to caress him, sliding her small hand around his cock, unable to clasp it fully. She squeezed and stroked his full length, using both hands and fisting him. Brad groaned and threw back his head, enjoying the pleasure she gave him. And then she flicked her tongue across the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, Mandy.” He combed his hands through her hair and encouraged her to take more of him. “Oh, God.”
He slid deep into her wet mouth, bumping the tip of his cock against her throat. Amanda gripped his hips, fingers digging into his ass as she bobbed her head, sucking his cock for all she was worth. Five seconds after an explosive orgasm and she had him ready to come again. He watched his cock disappear between her lips in the soft light. Two years of fantasies and distance and he finally had Amanda naked and willing.
“Stop, babe.” He pushed her away.
Without giving her time to protest, he laid her flat on her back and opened her legs wide. Her bare pussy glimmered with wetness, a perfect invitation that hardened his cock even more. Control had never been an issue in his past, aside from his teenage years, but Amanda sure wasn’t making it easy on him. One look and he was ready to shoot.
“Brad,” she pleaded.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Two years had been torture enough and it’d take more than one time to cure his hunger for her. Positioning his cock at her entrance, he pushed to the hilt, filling her slick passage in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he rasped, panting in her ear.
She wrapped her arms around him, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her. Brad set the rhythm, each slick movement creating rippling contractions around him. Being in her pussy was heaven on earth, a true dream come true.
He found her clit with one finger and rolled it until she gasped in pleasure. Her mouth fell open, her head tilted back as she pushed her hips upwards, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Brad rasped as he bent to kiss her.
Amanda’s nails bit into his back. Brad smiled to himself and started kissing along her neck and down her chest. She screamed his name as her pussy contracted around his cock. Her body thrashed beneath him, greedily taking her pleasure. Brad watched, amazed. Her pussy clamped down on him, harder than before, and finally he let go. He couldn’t have stopped it if he tried.
Chapter Three
Amanda lay beneath Brad, glowing in the aftermath of their sex. A small smile tilted her lips as she thought about what just happened. Her toes tingled as she lay completely sated, wrapped in his warmth. Being with Brad was her top fantasy and wow. She’d had orgasms before, numerous times in fact, but nothing so earth shaking as the ones Bradley Thomas had given her.
He raised his head from the pillow he made of her breasts. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Too fuckin’ long.”
She grinned. “Then why be shy about it? The feeling is completely mutual.”
He shook his head. “You’re too bad for your own good.”
He pulled away from her completely detaching their bodies as he stood. His soft cock dangled between his legs, slick with their mixed moisture. Even in its flaccid state, the size was impressive.
“You aren’t finished are you?” Amanda propped herself up on her elbows, staring at him while he stood at her feet. Most of his body was in shadow but the chiselled muscle and bronze skin branded itself in her mind. He was one hot fireman.
“Is that an invitation for me to stay?” His eyes met hers in challenge.
Was it? He wouldn’t be the first male she’d ever had a slumber party with, though he was the only male she wanted to have a slumber party with. When she didn’t reply he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. Amanda wanted him all night long, over and over, until neither one of them could walk, talk or basically move from exhaustion.
“I want you to stay, Brad.”
They blew out the majority of the candles and climbed into Amanda’s large bed. She waited until he lay flat on his back then straddled him, running her hands the length of his upper body. She flicked his dark brown nipples with the tip of her tongue, lapping and nibbling as he’d done to her.
His hands glided down her back to her ass, then between her legs where he stroked and caressed, showing her he could give just as well as he got.
It didn’t take long before Amanda lowered herself onto his cock again. He’d teased and tormented her with his sexy body and handsome face all night long, but this time she wanted it to last. This was possibly her only night with Brad Thomas and she wanted the memories to last a lifetime. She felt whole—complete—with him inside her and that was something she wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Her hips rocked back and forth, sliding up then down his shaft while he pleasured her breasts with his kisses.
Outside thunder crashed with the storm, surrounding them in their little world of darkness, lit only with a few candles. Amanda hated storms just as much as she hated the dark. Lightning scared her, and the thunderclaps made her jump every time. But sex in the dark with Brad made all that go away. Being with him made her forget the simplest of things, as if nothing mattered but the two of them.
He flipped their positions, pumping into her as she gasped in delighted pleasure. He rolled his hips, pushing her over that wonderful cliff into ecstasy. How he made her come so hard, so fast every time she’d never know.
Sometime afterward, they lay side by side on her bed basking in the sounds of the night. Thunder clapped as rain beat against the window. Amanda reached for Brad’s hand, pulling his arm across her stomach.
“Do you think the storm will let up any time soon?”
Brad grinned, rolling to his side. “Trying to get rid of me?”
He tugged his arm from her clasp then pulled her to him. Amanda rested her head on his chest, surrounded by his scent and the smell of sex that filled the air around them. She hadn’t felt this safe or this comfortable in a man’s arms in a long time, if ever.
“No, you feel nice here.” She circled a finger around his navel. “Are you in any hurry to leave?”
She needed to understand her place. Did he see them having a future outside toni
ght? When he didn’t reply she glanced up at him. Eyes shut, mouth slightly open, he slept with her wrapped in his arms. She smiled, pulling the covers over their bodies. All her questions could wait she supposed. If he didn’t want to be here, he wouldn’t. Simple as that.
* * * *
A week later…
“Oh, these are to die for, Mandy!” Kiki laid the chosen photos of the firemen before her on the counter inspecting them for the first time. “How the hell did you get Brad to take off his shirt? God I could come just looking at that man’s abs.” She glanced up grinning. “Well, that and other parts of him a little farther south.”
Amanda rolled her eyes at her friend. “I think the ones of Caleb and Jeff came out really well. It took me forever to get them to loosen up, but we finally got some good shots.”
Kiki nodded. “Yeah. They’re all great. You’ve performed a miracle again.”
Amanda stared at the picture of Brad, missing him more than she cared to admit. The morning after their one night stand, she’d woken to an empty bed. She hadn’t seen him out and about, nor had she heard from him.
“Why are you so gloomy, Mandy?” Kiki asked turning towards her friend. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
Amanda huffed rolling her eyes. “I’m tired. Do you need me to deliver these photos to the men? I need to go to the grocery, and the firehouse is on my way.” That, and I really want to find out why Brad didn’t call.
“Sure if you don’t mind.” Kiki grinned, looking at the extra pictures of Preston. “Mind if I take a few of these for my own personal album?”
Amanda shook her head. “No, but I’m going to tell him.”
“You always were a spoilsport.” Kiki hugged her friend and left, leaving Amanda alone in the studio.
It was best to just do it. Go to the firehouse, deliver the pictures to the men and get them out of her life. If Brad happened to be there, then so be it. If not…well, it was over. It wasn’t as if she expected him to pledge his undying love for her. She didn’t expect anything from him.
