by Conn, Claudy
He knew just what he was doing as he teased with his tongue, and then his finger found my spot and took me right to the pinnacle of the proverbial mountain.
I could hear my breathing, and it was ragged as I groaned out his name. I couldn’t stop the sounds that exploded from me. I’d never gone off so easily, so quickly, so completely. I was hitting a lot of firsts with him.
My entire body tingled as I shuddered, and I cried out something unintelligible even to me. I had no idea what I’d said, other than his name.
“Charlie, oh my good baby,” he whispered and kneeled over me watching my every shudder, touching and pulling on my nipples as I trembled with the satisfaction racing through my body.
I reached for his dick, now resting on my belly, and my body jerked with greedy wanting. I wanted to go off again, so I stroked him. My hand traveled its length before I began sliding it in motion, fast and faster as I watched his face. It was empowering to watch his pleasure at my touch.
He groaned over and over, and it was a hungry sound—a sound that excited me further. I got onto my knees, pushed him back onto the mattress, and began teasing his cock with little kisses, licking its substantial length, circling its width with my tongue and then taking it deep into my mouth and sucking hard.
He made an unintelligible sound as I sucked harder, faster and stroked him all the while, and I was surprised when he stopped me and reached for and produced a condom, slipped it on, and said, “Climb on, baby … ride me, ride me now.”
That was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted him inside.
I got into position, he reached up and took my breasts into his large hands, and all I could feel was wanton pleasure and wild need as I took his cock and rubbed it at my sex. He rammed into my wetness and rocked himself inside me while he moaned out my name.
He grabbed my butt then and slammed up and into me even as I came down on him and sheathed him deep inside me.
I rode him hard, and I went off again, almost immediately. My body felt as though it was shattering all around his hard cock.
“Oh, baby … I can’t hold back … any longer,” he said, and as he exploded deep within me, we clung to one another then, just clung, and then he pulled me in close and whispered, “We are going to do that in every way imaginable … all night. Are you ready?”
I laughed. “If you are.”
He pulled me into him, and his mouth closed on mine.
Oh no. I suddenly realized I had gone too far. Somehow more than my body was responding to this big and capable man. It was my heart. Maybe I had fooled myself when I said I didn’t care about tomorrow, because just then, I did. I did care. My heart skipped a beat and whispered his name.
I couldn’t let my heart into this game, but was it too late to stop it?
Chapter Four
MY CLOCK READ 2:00 AM.
He was still there—dead to the world, but still there. I couldn’t believe his stamina. Some of the sex had been wild and a bit rough, like when he put me onto my hands and knees and damn near rammed right through me. And, hell, I’d loved it. I exploded all around his hot, wet dick, and he just kept going.
The man was a sex god.
He knew how to please a woman—at least this woman—and he didn’t stop. He didn’t seem to want more than to please me, over and over, and he did.
I fell asleep when he pulled me into him that last time, and as I dozed off I felt his kisses cover my face, my neck, and then back to my cheeks and lips. I had been mildly surprised. They weren’t passionate kisses but sweet, affectionate ones.
Where had this guy come from? He was perfect—except for the fact that he was a confirmed ‘no relationship’ kinda guy. Maybe that was why he was perfect. He took care of the now and didn’t worry about the later.
I heard his heavy breathing, but I needed to get up and go to the bathroom, so gingerly, and I swear I didn’t make a sound, I slipped out of bed. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he said, his voice clear and demanding, “Where do you think you are going?”
“Where do you think,” I whispered.
“Come right back …” He seemed to have an endless supply of condoms. He held one up in the air and grinned like a young boy. “And put this one on me.”
I laughed. “I don’t know about you, but I need some sleep.”
“One more time tonight, and then we’ll sleep …” he coaxed.
I stopped and looked at him. “Are you always this demanding?”
He didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t see if he was frowning, and yet I kinda thought he was. Finally he said, “Look … I don’t want you to read anything into this, but to be honest, no, I have never wanted a woman as much, or ever enjoyed a woman as much as I am wanting and enjoying you and that delicious body of yours. Does that answer your question?”
Don’t read anything into it, I repeated his words in my mind. Don’t … because if you do, Charlie, you’ll start hoping for something that will never happen. This is your one-night stand, and if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get another, but that is all he is about. Remember, Charlie.
He was standing up when I got back to the bedroom. His dick was already blanketed and standing at attention. He reached for my hand as he sat on a nearby chair and faced me away from him. “I am going to take you now, hard, really hard … want it, Charlie?”
I thought I was too exhausted, so I surprised myself when I said, “Want it.”
He pulled me down onto his lap as he held my waist and rubbed his cock along my bottom. Another first for me. He took my hips with his hands and worked his cock into me.
Aw hell, I was seeing a universe of stars. This man had moves.
I began a dance all over his hard cock because I was on fire and needing a long, cool drink of relief.
He reached around and held my breasts, his forefingers flipped my nipples until they were tender with sensation and, hot damn, he made me go off so fast, so easily, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Every inch of me tingled with relief, hot, earth-shattering relief. Every inch of me quivered with satisfaction.
He grunted with pleasure and worked himself until his flesh got taut and he went off deep, deep inside me.
He didn’t let me get off him but continued to jerk inside me, and that alone was pleasure.
He eased me up and off, turned me around to face him, took me into his lap, and kissed me long and sweetly. When he came up for air, he murmured, “I have some business to take care of tomorrow. But the next day you belong to me.”
“That would be Friday. No can do. I have plans.”
“Break them,” he said.
“Can’t. I promised my friend, my best friend, and some friends to join them. I won’t break my plans. It wouldn’t be right. Besides, I haven’t been able to see Dee that much lately, and I’m looking forward to it.” I saw his jawline set. He wasn’t used to getting refusals.
“Saturday then. I’ll pick you up at ten A.M. sharp. Plan on being gone all day.”
“Oh? Why, what are we going to do?”
“Besides fuck?” he said and grinned like a young boy. “You’ll see.”
“You know, you said no relationships. I assumed that means no dating …? Are you asking me out on a date?”
“If you need to label it, I suppose I am. Dating does not a relationship make, so we are still on safe ground,” he answered.
I didn’t like his answer, but at least he was honest. “Good,” I told him. “I don’t want to be bogged down with anything sticky.”
“You won’t be, baby. I promise, this is all about the sex. But sex can be had in many varied ways, and dating could be called foreplay. ” He didn’t seem to be certain as he said this.
“Have you always ‘dated’ the women you … er …”
“No,” he answered immediately. “I make appointments for sex, not dinner, not a day at the beach, but a place to have sex.”
I felt my eyes open wide. “How do you manage that? Most women—”
“Are happy to play. Now, enough talk.” He lifted me up and carried me to bed. I was surprised when his arm went around me and pulled me in close.
I wouldn’t have taken him for a snuggler.
Chapter Five
FRIDAY CAME, AND I put on my little black dress, brushed my red hair until it glowed, and checked my dark make-up around my eyes, which were sparkling green because, I suppose, I was still anticipating tomorrow with Wade.
I headed on over to the club to meet Dee. It is a little local spot in Syosset—an easy, ten-minute drive.
I parked in the rear parking lot overlooking the train station and went in from the back door. Waving at acquaintances as I passed the bar, smiling at others milling about, I made my way to the main galley. Dee stood with some mutual friends at the small rear bar, laughing with Sam, who bartended on weekends to pay for his graduate classes.
There was a whole lot of hugging and chattering before we got drinks and found a table, and then Jeff arrived, grinning and joking. He held up a beer and slid into the booth beside me.
“Here you are,” he said. “Thought you were going to call and set up a dinner date with me?”
“Oh-ho, don’t try to turn things around, my friend,” I said, hand on my hip as I gave him a ‘look’.
He laughed and put up both hands. “Guilty as charged. I know, I was supposed to call, but then I got caught up with the damn funeral and couldn’t get away. Bumped into Dee this afternoon, and she said you were meeting here tonight. Thought I’d buy you a drink and make it up to you.”
“You can buy me some fries. I already have my drink … I’m driving, so only having one beer,” I told him.
“Come on, enjoy yourself …” He grinned. “I’ll put you in a taxi when you’re done, and you can pick up your car in the morning.”
I grimaced and said, “Just get me an order of fries and we’re good.” I sipped my light beer and arched a brow at him.
“Sure, after this dance,” he answered.
I turned to see what Dee was doing, but she was already getting up and going to the dance floor with a cute guy.
I smiled and gave Jeff my hand. He took it a bit too tightly and swung me into his arms. It wasn’t a slow dance, but that was how he started, slow and sexy, and I wondered if he was a little drunk.
“Er … what are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m holding you. I figure it’s a good way to start …” he said, and it sounded hopeful. What was this? Jeff had never given any indication of being interested in me romantically, and I didn’t want him to be.
I pushed at his chest for some distance, but he surprised me and held me to him. “Please, Charlie, just let me take in your scent … hold you … I—”
“Stop it.” It was all I could think to say as I pulled out of his embrace.
Jeff grabbed my arm. I glared at him. “Stop it,” I repeated. “What is wrong with you?”
He eyed me belligerently, and I realized he was drunk.
The air suddenly filled with a pulse so strong I swear I could have reached out and touched it. It was Wade Devon, larger than life, just like the ad says.
He eyed Jeff and said, “Hey, Jeff, how the hell are you? Good, I hope, but now, I think Charlie asked you to let her go.”
No, oh no, this was so not good.
Jeff had been my friend. I was torn between wanting to protect that friendship and really being just a little scared at his aggression. What had happened? Had I somehow given Jeff the wrong signal? And what was Wade doing here, making my heart do flip-flops?
Jeff put his hands, palms facing us, in the air and backed down. He looked at me and said, “Sorry, Charlie.” The next minute he vanished into the crowd of dancers.
Wade touched my face and said, “Baby, I know you didn’t see it, but the guy’s heart is on his sleeve for you. Ask your friend, if you don’t believe me.”
I looked at Dee, who had watched the whole thing from the dance floor. She rolled her eyes. I remember her once saying that Jeff had a ‘thing’ for me. I had laughed it off.
Wade interrupted this thought and asked, “I like this song … you?”
Wade had a way with his eyes. When they smiled, that smile traveled to his lips and was infectious.
And, yeah, I so needed to dance. To answer him, I began to move to the beat of the music. I bopped a bit more than I usually do and saw him grin broadly as he fell in step.
Dancing with Wade was a carefree experience. He had rhythm in addition to everything else, and we danced right through the next number.
He led me off the floor and back to the table where Dee was standing talking to her ‘cute guy’. I introduced them, and when he wasn’t looking, Dee mouthed, “Wow-zowie.”
I took a sip of beer to stop myself from cracking up, looked up at my Mr. Hottie in his black long-sleeved T and jeans, and asked him, “What are you doing here?”
“Taking in the local band,” he said and shrugged. “A flyer was left at my door. Thought maybe you left it there.”
“Oh … I never …” My hand waved involuntarily.
He laughed. “I saw the kid on the bike dropping off flyers up and down our road.”
“So you didn’t know I was here?” I didn’t quite believe him. Had he come here for me? My heart was leaping.
“I knew,” he said softly.
I decided to say nothing to that. He put a glass of wine in my hands and said, “You’ll like this better than the beer.”
“Oh, I’m driving … I only have the—”
He cut me off. “No, you aren’t driving. I have the limo.”
He was a control freak. I got it, but at that moment, I wanted to go home with him. I wanted to have that glass of wine, let go, and end up with him.
Dee leaned into me and said, “Going down the road with Tony to JB’s. Wanna come?”
“Uh … three is a crowd.” I beamed at her. “But we need to talk.”
“About Jeff? Come on, you had to have an idea,” she said. “I’ve been telling you he likes you. Always asking me about you.”
“No. None,” I answered. “He never even called all the time he was in the city. How could I guess such a thing?”
She laughed. “Not now. Look, why don’t you and Wade join us? Four isn’t a crowd—it’s a party.”
I didn’t want to ask him. I didn’t think he would want to go, but I did want to stay with him for another dance. “Not tonight, Dee … but go, have fun.”
I watched her and her new cute guy, Tony, leave as Wade took my hand and led me out for a ballad. He held me tightly against his body, and we moved together in a way that made me blush. I could feel his erection against my belly and wanted to touch and be touched by him.
My world started to float around my head. I didn’t see anyone else in the club. Rockets exploded above me, and then he whispered, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Charlie. I don’t do this … I never do this.”
“Do what?”
“Follow up on a woman,” he said on a hard note. “I don’t do that.”
“Then stop,” I told him.
“I can’t. I needed you tonight. I never need anyone, but I need you. I wanted to hold you … like this. Dance with you … watch your green eyes light up. Hear your beautiful laugh. I like moving with you to the music. I like you, Charlie.”
“Wanna be friends?” I teased.
He almost snarled. “No.”
“What do you want, then?”
“To fuck you, every minute of every day …” He sounded harsher than he needed to be.
I was hot and pressed against his hard-on. “Yes,” I said. “I want that too.”
“Come on.” He took my hand and led me out back and into his black limo. He saw me seated and leaned in for a kiss, a long, hot kiss, before he slid in and told the driver, who I recognized as one of the men I often saw around his house, that our destination was home.
We rode the first few moments in silence, which was okay
because I was trying to calm myself.
When he spoke he said, “I don’t know what this is, Charlie, so don’t read too much into it. I am not the kind of guy that falls for a girl and settles down. If that’s what you want … then you’ll get hurt, and I don’t want to hurt you. So don’t read anything into this.”
“Not reading,” I answered, but that was a lie.
He glanced at me in the dark and said, “What are you doing, then? Because you don’t do this sort of thing. You don’t do one-night stands. You dated only one guy for three years, and even though he wasn’t right for you, you didn’t cheat, you didn’t fool around with anyone else. Charlie, you are too good for me, so what are you doing?”
I gave him the answer he wanted to hear, or at least I thought it would be what he wanted to hear. “Having fun.”
He pulled me into his lap and kissed me long and hard. He broke away, and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Don’t, Charlie. Don’t. Don’t be who you think I want you to be. Just be you, and now, answer the question.”
“I can’t. I can’t tell you what I’m doing because I don’t know. What I do know is that I want you … that is all I know. Will this … eventually hurt me? Probably. Can I stop? Not yet.”
He looked away and evidently decided not to respond as he turned back and kissed me long and hard. When he let me up for air, we were already turning onto his private drive.
I stared up at the house that had once been mine. Could I enter there and see all the changes? I so hate change.
“What are you doing?” I asked and heard the tremor in my voice.
“Showing you my place … my bedroom.”
“Er … why?”
“Because I have never had another woman in my bedroom here, and I want … hell, Charlie, I want you in my bed, in my house. I want to hear your laughter in my halls, on my stairs … I want you, Charlie.”
Then, before his driver could open the door, he was out of the limo and taking my hand to help me out. He put his arms around me, and his kiss this time was sweetly gentle and then suddenly deeply, wildly desperate. It was as though he were kissing me against his will.
