Night Time Rendez-Vous: 3 sizzling novellas that will keep you up all night

by Eddie Cleveland

  Dominic kisses the tender spot on the inside of my thigh. “It sounds like you’re ready for me to fuck you now.” He rolls me off him and slides off the bed as tiny aftershocks of pleasure zap through me. He picks up his jeans from the floor and pulls his wallet out of them as I manage to get my breathing back to normal. I watch as he tugs a foil packet from his wallet and tears it open with his teeth. Within a second he’s slid the condom down over his throbbing cock.

  “Get on top, Jan. You’re too fucking sexy to hide underneath me. I want to watch your tits bounce when I fuck you.” He lies down and I straddle his hips.

  Dominic wraps his fist around his cock and guides it to my entrance as I lift my hips and help him. I stretch out around him as he fills me with his fat cock.

  “Ohhh!” It’s the only word I can utter.

  I sit up on top of him and look down into his sky-blue eyes with a smirk, knowing I’m about to rock his world like he just did for me. I slowly ride his cock, using my thighs to slide all the way up, almost to the tip, and then push my ass down until my pussy is flush with his skin. I rock my hips, grinding my clit against him every time I bottom out.

  My tits bounce and my ass jiggles against him each time I slide down. Dominic loves it. His fingers wrap around my hips tight and he holds me in mid-air as he fucks me hard and fast from the bottom. I’m frozen in his grasp, completely under his control as he thrusts into me deeper and deeper.

  “Fuck!” He growls and buries his cock deep inside me, his cum spurting into the condom between us as his muscles twitch between my thighs. His fingers release me and he drops his ass back down to the bed where I collapse against him. Tiny beads of sweat break out over his brow and he pants against my hair as he tangles his fingers in my locks.

  “That was incredible,” I whisper, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

  “Mmmm, that was me just getting started,” he murmurs and pulls out, holding the condom on tight.

  “I’ve got nowhere to be but here.” I smile and Dominic kisses me on the tip of my nose.

  I could have never imagined when I headed out this morning that my escape from life would lead me to this. That in escaping all the chaos and misery out there, I would meet a man who made me remember how beautiful life can be. A man who made me feel like I was finally living.

  THE END

  7

  Not Just One of the Boys

  Chapter 1 - Mickey

  “I thought you said the new guy would be here? Where is he, Jordan?” I take my ball cap off and fix my ponytail before replacing the hat snugly on my head.

  “He’ll show. Just relax, will ya?” My brother tosses the ball into his glove over and over, acting like he’s too cool for school, but I can see he’s not sure if his friend will make it from the way he keeps scoping out the nearby road.

  “Yeah? You sure about that?” I narrow my eyes and raise my voice so the other guys can hear me. “This isn’t like one of those hot dates you had in high school, is it? You know, the supposed models you were going out with? What I’m saying is, the new guy, is he imaginary too?” I grin up at my big brother and the boys in our beer softball league chuckle.

  “Ha-ha, Mickey. I didn’t see anyone banging down your door in high school either. In fact, I still don’t.” He grabs the brim of my cap and yanks it down hard so it obstructs my view. Good thing for him it’s hard to punch what you can’t see.

  The guys laugh again, this time at my expense as I pull my ball cap off again and fix my hair. I pretend that my ponytail takes all of my attention as I turn away from the guys on my team. I don’t want them to see that Jordan’s remark stung. I know he’s just teasing me like I teased him. I know I shouldn’t dish it out if I can’t take it, but the fact that I haven’t been in a relationship in over eight months is leaving me a bit more sensitive than usual.

  I stand up tall and push my shoulders back. My boobs look nice and perky in this shirt, but none of these guys would ever notice that. I’m Jordan’s sister and an honorary little sister to every other guy on the team. It’s been that way my whole life. When you choose cleats over dresses, ponytails over hair straighteners, and grass stains over makeup, not many guys see you as a catch. First pick for the team, absolutely. But first pick for girlfriend? Not so much.

  Whatever. I shrug it all off and go over to the equipment bag and grab a ball. Picking up my glove from the bench, I toss the softball in the air and catch it effortlessly to pass the time and ignore my brother. I don’t want any of these aging, balding, beer-bellied man-boys either. So, I’m not exactly missing out. My guy is out there somewhere and when I meet him, he’ll love me for who I am. He won’t want a princess. He’ll want a girl who will beat his ass at ball but likes having her ass beat in bed.

  “There you are! What happened, man?” My brother interrupts my thoughts and I turn around to see who he’s talking to.

  “Sorry about that, man. I’ve never been to this end of town before, so I got a little turned around.”

  My mouth hangs open as I watch the new guy casually saunter across the field. He has an easy way about him, like he’s confident but not cocky. He’s easy all right, easy on the eyes. Damn, I let my gaze dance over his gorgeous face. Blue eyes that remind me of when I’d lie on my back as a kid and stare up at the summer sky. Dark hair that’s just tousled up enough it makes me want to thread my fingers through it while I kiss those full lips. I can just imagine his scruff bristling against my thighs as he buries his head…

  “And this is Mickey. I mean, Michelle, but everyone calls her Mickey.” Jordan interrupts my thoughts and I realize the new guy is staring at me.

  I clear my throat as pink blossoms over my cheeks. I didn’t catch his name. Did he already say it? How long have I been staring?

  “Sorry, what was your name again?” I hold out my hand and his blue eyes lock onto it for a second before he registers that he’s supposed to shake it.

  “Deklan.” His voice is deep and rumbles in my eardrums, sending a vibration down my body that radiates out through me in tiny ripples.

  Damn.

  “All right, let’s play some ball!” My brother interrupts our moment and we both drop each other’s hand like a hot potato.

  Did he feel that? The spark? For the first time in my life, I hope I’m not seen as “one of the boys.” For the first time in my life, I find myself wishing for more.

  Chapter 2 - Deklan

  When Jordan asked me if I wanted to fill the open spot on his beer league, I thought of how to let him down easy. I’ve been his trainer at the FitPlus for over a year now, my official day job, and I didn’t want to make things awkward with my best client, so I reluctantly agreed.

  I ball up my fist and slam it into my glove as I watch Mickey make her way up to bat. I’ve never been so happy to go to something I didn’t want to go to. How do these guys play like they aren’t all seeing the same stunning woman I’m seeing? Her auburn ponytail hangs down to her shoulders and she sticks out her bubble butt as she waits for the pitch. She’s so beautiful and I know beautiful. My other job is working on sets getting my picture taken with tons of women who would kill to be half as naturally gorgeous as she is.

  I can’t stop staring. I know I’m being obvious. Acting like a little boy with a crush, but there’s something magnetic about her. The nonchalant way she owns the plate. The enticing smirk on her pink lips. The way her brown eyes sparkle with a joy that most of us seem to lose as we age. She’s breathtaking.

  Mickey slices her bat through the air like a hot knife through butter and the ball snaps off of it, coming straight at me. I stare a little too long. Watching her gracefully run for first instead of lifting up my glove to catch it and it sails right over my head.

  “What are ya doing? Wake up, man!” Jordan yells as his little sister rounds the bases.

  Crunch!

  I turn and my eyes grow wide when I see where it landed. That dent in the driver’s side door of my hot car.

  “Fuck!�
� I run over to my ride and my shoulders slump over as dollar signs flash in front of my eyes.

  “Ah crap, okay, let’s take five, people!” Jordan’s voice booms in the distance.

  I run my fingers over the dent and sigh. I just bought this car. It was supposed to be my gift to myself for making my first big romance cover.

  “I can fix that.”

  I startle and glance over my shoulder. Suddenly the car doesn’t matter to me at all. As Mickey smiles down at me, it’s hard to care about anything but her.

  “What?” I stand up and tilt my head, not sure if I heard her right.

  “I do auto bodywork. That’s my job. I’ll fix her right up. Good as new,” she answers breathily. After rounding the bases she still made it over here quicker than anyone else.

  “Really? Is that expensive?” I don’t want to sound cheap, but a personal trainer and part-time cover model isn’t exactly the most lucrative line of work.

  “On the house.” She smiles and I want to rake my fingers through her hair and kiss her. I want to bend her over the front of this car and fuck her. I want to…

  “Bring it by tomorrow first thing and I’ll get it fixed up for you.” She peeks up at me with her round, brown eyes from under the brim of her ball cap and I can hardly breathe.

  Fuck, she’s sexy.

  “Yeah, okay, I can do that. I’ve got to drop off some head shots at nine, so can I stop by before that?”

  “Head shots?” She raises an eyebrow and I run my hand through my hair.

  “Yeah, it’s probably silly. I, uh, I’m a cover model for romance books and stuff. Just part-time. But anyway”—I clear my throat awkwardly—“there’s a new photographer who might want to work with me, but I’ve got to drop off my portfolio and all that first.”

  “I thought you looked familiar.” She shamelessly gives me a once-over with a smirk.

  “Seriously? Do you read romance?” I can’t tell if she’s fucking with me or not.

  “Yeah, don’t tell the guys, but I love a good smutty love story. Who doesn’t?” She shrugs.

  “Are you two gonna play or what?” Jordan yells from the field, interrupting us.

  “Yeah, yeah! Don’t get your sack in a twist,” Mickey yells back and I can’t help but laugh. There’s something so refreshing about a woman who can chuck shit like that one second and tell me about her secret romance novel love the next.

  “So, I’ll see you tomorrow? It’s the Auto Brite on the corner of Main and King.”

  I can only nod. The words I want to say to her dry up in my throat.

  “Great!” She beams at me. “Now let’s get back on the field so I can keep kicking your ass.” She laughs and before I have a chance to say a word she jogs back over to the team. All I can do is watch her perfect ass jiggle as I follow.

  Chapter 3 - Mickey

  I’ve never been an early riser. I’m the girl who strolls in about five minutes before the shop is set to open with a large coffee in one hand and a half-eaten donut in the other. Today is different. I told Deklan I’d take care of his car before the rest of my work day, so I’m in an uncaffeinated haze, stumbling around my own auto body shop like I’ve never seen this place before at half past seven.

  It’s too early. I need coffee or something to wake me up.

  I frown at the open bay door. Where is he? If he doesn’t even show after I skipped my breakfast of champions to be here so I could do him a favor, I’m gonna let him have it at the next practice.

  I start rummaging through my tools, bending over deep at the waist to collect everything I need to get the job done. It shouldn’t take too long to fix up his car, which is a damned shame, because I wouldn’t mind if he had to stick around for a while. With a body like his and his sexy smile, let’s just say I didn’t sleep much last night. The buzz of my vibrator and my naughty thoughts kept me up way past my bedtime.

  Not that I’m complaining.

  I hear the familiar sound of rubber tires crunching over the cement floor behind me and I stand up and turn around with a smile. Deklan parks his car and slides out, his warm smile giving me a little jolt of energy as my heart pumps a little harder.

  “Good morning.” His voice rumbles and I savor the trembling sensation it sends through me, doing more than just waking me up. It brings me to life.

  “Good morning to you.” I smile back. Not one of those quick, toothy flashes, but a genuine, goofy grin that hurts my cheeks because it’s so wide across my face.

  Something about the way he looks at me emboldens me. A naughty side I haven’t been able to explore in a long time suddenly roars inside of me. I saunter over to him, pushing my tits out and swinging my hips softly as I close the gap between us.

  “How about we see what we can do about this?” I stop in front of him and watch him swallow hard as I slide down to my knees, inches from his cock. Wait, am I imagining things? Or did I just see it twitch in his pants. I don’t let myself stare. I’m just being a tease for fun, not because I think it’s really going anywhere. He takes in a sharp breath and I pivot on my knees so I’m fully facing the dent in his car and slowly graze my fingertips over the damage. “I’ll get you fixed up in no time.” I peer up at him from under my eyelashes, watching his face contort with desire as I pretend to examine the dent.

  “Uh, well, okay then.” Deklan clears his throat. “The thing is, I’d love to stay.” He genuinely sounds like he’s in pain at the idea of leaving. “But I have my appointment I told you about.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

  Is that because I’m making him hard? I’m surprised how slick the idea makes my pussy. It’s been too damned long since I’ve had some fun with a cock that wasn’t battery operated. I bet he’s packing too. My eyes flutter over the bulge in his jeans.

  Yep. He’s packing.

  “Sure thing. When you get back I’ll have your car ready to go.” I stand back up and heat blooms over my cheeks as I realize how forward I’m being. What is it about him that makes me want to be so bad? They say that every guy wants a good girl who’s naughty just for him. Well, he definitely brings out that side of me. The question is, does he want me that way?

  Okay, I need to get some coffee and get to work. I realize I’ve been staring at him this whole time, wordlessly licking his features with my gaze.

  “Perfect. I’ll be back around ten, if that’s okay?” He doesn’t move. We’re standing way too close together, but neither of us tries to make more room.

  “I’ll be ready,” I purr.

  Damn, what has possessed me?

  Him.

  Deklan tilts his head like he has something to tell me, but he decides against it. Instead, he drops his gaze to his wristwatch and nods. “Okay, see you at ten.” He runs his hand over his neatly trimmed scruff and then leaves.

  I have to admit, I don’t mind watching him walk away. His ass makes those pants look good, but I bet they make his underwear look even better. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, letting the image burn into my brain.

  Damn it, Mickey, stop acting like a horny teenager and get to work.

  I open my eyes and happen to catch a glimpse of a folder on the passenger seat of his car. Opening the door, I slide in and look back over my shoulder before letting my twitching fingers flick the cover open. My mouth drops open as I see the exact picture I was just imagining in my mind on the seat in front of me. Deklan in nothing but his underwear. The white fabric clinging to his huge cock as he stares straight into the camera with an expression that says “get on your knees and open your mouth...now!”

  My hand shakes as I flip through the pictures. Some are more professional, but still sexy. Deklan in a suit. Or black and white head shots. But the ones that make me linger, the ones that get me hot, are of him wearing nothing but a cocky smirk. Not that I can see his package. He’s always got a hand over it, or it’s trying to bust loose from his underwear, but the surge of desire that floods me is powerful. I can’t contain my need any longer. I quickly r
un my hand down the side of the driver seat until I find the lever and push the seat back flat. Looking over at his nearly nude photo, I unbutton my uniform and let my fingers travel under my clothes, down over my belly and plunge between my wet lips below.

  I swipe my fingertip over my clit and moan loudly, sinking back into the seat. I let my eyelids flutter closed as I imagine Deklan’s mouth on me with him wearing nothing but his skimpy underwear.

  “Ahhh.” My nipples pebble under my bra and I wiggle my thighs open a little farther as I frantically rub my clit in small circles.

  “Shit, sorry, I forgot my—”

  My eyes snap open wide as they focus on Deklan standing beside me watching me touch myself. His photos are strewn all over the passenger seat next to me. There’s no hiding what’s going on here. My cheeks blaze with embarrassment as I yank my hand out from under my pants.

  “Hey.” His eyes narrow as he growls at me. “Who told you to stop?”

  Chapter 4 - Deklan

  I knew I wasn’t imagining things! The way she slid down to her knees and made my blood boil as my cock painfully pressed against the zipper of my jeans wasn’t just my dirty thoughts running in overdrive. She was fucking with me. Teasing me. Getting me going on purpose. Not to mention herself. I look over at my portfolio that she rummaged through. The sexiest pictures are all on the top of the pile and her hand is stuffed down her pants. I’m not a guy who likes to jump to conclusions, but it’s not hard to put this all together. She wants me.

  Maybe even as much as I want her.

  “Oh my God! I didn’t hear you come back in.” Shame clouds her eyes and smacks her cheeks red.

  “Don’t do that.” My throat is tight as I force the words to leave my mouth. Almost as tight as my rock-hard cock begging to be freed from my jeans. “You’ve been toying with me all morning. Don’t act all shy now that you can get what you want. Get out here.” I circle her wrist in my hand and tug her toward me. “You don’t need a photo to touch yourself to, not when you’ve got the real thing right here. And I’m gonna watch the whole thing.”