Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories
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The tension in April’s neck eased. But she still couldn’t help but wonder if the woman’s timing was divine intervention. “I’m sorry, Nick. I never should have let this go so far.”
He combed his fingers through his hair and stared toward the floor.
“I should go.” Without waiting for his rely, she brushed past him. Hurrying through the house, she picked up her tablet and measuring tape. As she left, she ventured a backward glance, but Nick was nowhere in sight.
This is all for the best.
Ending their relationship now would spare him any more grief. She just wished she hadn’t hurt him. And that she wouldn’t miss him, although she already knew she would. Very much.
* * * * *
Nick paced the floor, rehashing all his moments with April, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Had he imagined the great chemistry between them? He didn’t think so. He’d tried phoning her a while after she’d left, but his call went straight to voicemail. She owed him more of an explanation.
Maybe it was better this way. He scanned his empty living room and thought about Lisa. He’d been under the impression they had a strong bond. Until he came home from work to an empty house. Bad enough she’d left without a word, but did she have to take all his furniture with her?
“Shit.” He sucked at relationships. Every instinct he had told him he should live like his friend Dave. He shunned ties to anyone, particularly women. When things got too heavy, he climbed on his bike and hit the road. Dave had the right idea.
But things with April had just begun. He only wanted to spend time with her, make love to her. She seemed so sweet and innocent, though.
Could she be a virgin? Did any even exist? Would explain her jumpiness every time he touched her. Maybe he’d moved too fast for her.
He tried her phone again with no luck. God, he needed to talk to her, but he didn’t even know where she lived. Unless…
He took the stairs two at a time then raced to his bedroom. On the dresser he found a folded up yellow slip of paper from the store where April had helped him buy clothes.
Smiling, he saw where she’d written her address. He shoved the paper into his pocket then hurried to the garage. Climbing onto his bike, he racked his brain for some way to get through to April.
The trip took less than half an hour. Standing in front of her apartment door, he still had no idea what he planned to say. Didn’t matter. He stood up taller and gave the door a hard knock.
The door opened as far as the chain permitted. He couldn’t see enough of April’s face to gauge her expression. Seconds later she unhooked the chain and pulled the door wide. “What are you doing here?” Her lips flattened to a thin line.
Not the reaction he’d hoped. “Are you a virgin?”
Her mouth moved but no words came out.
“Because if you are, that’s okay.”
She glanced both ways, then ushered him inside her apartment. The place looked neat and clean and neurotically organized. Although tiny, every nook and cranny had a purpose in the one-room flat. Yet it didn’t appear cramped. Framed photos of people who looked a lot like her hung on the walls.
“Why are you here, Nick?”
He faced her. “Because I deserve to know what the hell really happened today. One minute we’re about to go upstairs and make love and the next you’re walking out of my life. And you didn’t answer my question about your virginity.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I am not a virgin.” A rosy flush crawled up her neck. “But I’m not very…experienced. And frankly, the one person I slept with didn’t exactly make it…enjoyable.”
Was that all that had frightened her away? He set his helmet on a table by the door then closed the distance between them and drew her against him. Tucking her hair behind her ear, he lowered his voice. “I’ll show you what all the fuss is about, baby.”
He held her head in his hands and kissed her lips. She tasted of cinnamon and smelled like strawberries. Her hair felt like silk next to his calloused skin and he wondered if she’d have him. She softened against him and he had his answer.
Anticipation and trepidation swam together in April’s head, a tug of war between family loyalty and carnal desire. Nick’s body molded to hers as if they’d been made to fit together. And somehow she knew making love with him would be a thousand times better than it had been with her ex.
Nick slid his hands beneath her shirt then in an instant, lifted it over her head. He cupped her breasts, strummed his thumb over her nipples. Pleasure overflowed from her peaked points to the rest of her body like lava engulfing everything around a boiling volcano.
Every inch of her was on fire as he dotted soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. She skimmed her hands over his back, felt his muscles tighten and his skin quiver. He pulled her toward the bed then unhooked her bra and peeled it away.
Her nipples puckered under his heated stare.
“I want to see you.” He unbuttoned her jeans then lowered the zipper. “All of you.”
She stood still, trembling with raw need as he lowered her pants, then her panties. Her first instinct was to cover her nakedness, but she refrained. When he looked at her, she somehow knew he wasn’t judging her. He didn’t seem to mind that her thighs were too thick or her skin was too pale.
“Lie down.” He pulled his shirt over his head and had the rest of his clothes off in seconds. Before he tossed his pants to the floor, he took out his wallet and removed a foil packet, which he set on the table next to the bed.
She stretched out on the comforter, unable to take her eyes off his nude body. His broad shoulders bulged and his flat stomach rippled with roped muscle. She lowered her gaze to his erection and her pulse quickened. He was a lot bigger than she’d assumed. His manhood was a deep red and veins snaked over the taut skin.
He climbed over her, settled on his side next to her, leaning on one elbow. Gentle as a breeze, he traced a finger over her breast, made little circles around the areola. Then he touched his fingertip to her nipple. “Your skin is so soft.”
He lowered his mouth to her other breast and licked her taut peak. She shut her eyes as he sucked on it, sending a sweet burning flood of need to her core. He raked his teeth over her erect nipple and the flood became a deluge.
A heavy pulse settled between her legs and she desperately wanted him to touch her there. She lifted her hips and eased her thighs apart, only a little, but she hoped he’d get the message.
Nick raked his teeth over her nipple and the slight pain only increased her erotic craving. She sighed and rocked her hips to alleviate the wet heat building in her sex. But instead of touching her there, he set a hand on her belly. “Slow down, baby,” he whispered.
She started to complain, but when he moved his hand lower and cupped it over her mound, she held her tongue. He continued suckling her nipple, but he walked his fingers down to the swollen lips of her sex.
She bucked against the building tide of unbearable desire. His thick fingers parted her labia then slid through her drenched folds. He kissed the valley between her breasts as he pushed his fingers into her entrance. Stoking in and out, he tore a desperate whimper from her throat.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She teetered on the brink of her climax. Holding her breath, she fisted her hands into the comforter. Then she tumbled into a whirlpool of delight. Waves of divine bliss rolled through her as she twisted and moaned.
Then Nick bit on her nipple—not a gentle teasing nip like earlier, but a real bite. “Ouch!” But rather than abruptly disrupt her pleasure, as she’d expected, the mildly painful chomp seemed to invigorate her orgasm.
But as her joy subsided, she wondered if there was something wrong with her. Why would pain turn her on?
Nick burrowed his head against her neck. “Did you like that?”
“Oh yes.”
That earned her a big grin. He slid a finger up her stomach, between her breasts to her chi
n. Turning her face toward his, he kissed her lips. A long, slow tasting kiss. More like he was plundering every millimeter of her mouth.
She wanted to ask him why he’d bitten her. And more importantly, was she a degenerate for enjoying it. But she could never voice such a thing.
He broke the kiss. “What is it?”
“Huh?”
“You checked out somewhere in the middle of that kiss. Something bothering you?”
She squirmed under his intense stare.
“Tell me.”
Huffing, she nodded. “You bit me before. And I…” God, how could she say it?
He cupped her cheek and she knew she could say anything and he wouldn’t judge her.
“When you did it hurt for a second. But then it started feeling…”
“You liked it.” His grin brought out those adorable dimples.
She averted her gaze. “Yeah. Does that make me weird?”
He laughed then kissed the tip of her nose. “No, baby. Lots of people like a little bite here and there. Hell, I know couples that like to stick pins in each other.”
She widened her eyes. “Really?” So she wasn’t completely perverted because she’d fantasized about milder deviances.
“Really. I’m not into serious S&M or anything, but if you like a nip here and there I’d be happy to oblige.”
Her cheeks heated. “Well, maybe. Sometime.” She wasn’t ready to go that far yet, but she was glad to be with a man who could guide her, sexually speaking.
“Just say the word.” He shifted lower then trailed his tongue down her abdomen.
Desire flared anew deep inside her, heating her blood. Nick moved farther down and her pulse quickened. Did he plan to do things to her she’d only dreamt of? When he eased her legs open she nearly cheered with excitement.
He spread her intimate lips apart and his breath gusted over her sex. Anticipation made her shiver. Then his tongue slid along her folds, around her bud and she thought she’d burst into flames.
His wickedly skilled mouth teased and tantalized, did things to her she’d always fantasized about. She needed him to fill her up, yearned to feel his shaft inside her. “Please, Nick. Make love to me.”
He stopped what he was doing and tilted his head back to look up at her. Then he kissed her mound softly. She shuddered with desire as he sat up and sheathed himself.
He held her by her waist and shifted her so she straddled his hips as he lay back. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she met his stare.
“This way you control everything,” he said. “Just do what feels good.”
Did he have a direct line to all her thoughts? The tension in her neck eased. She lifted to her knees then lowered herself onto his erection.
Nick grasped her hips. “Is it okay?”
She nodded as she took him deeper and the pleasure stole her breath away. Centering her hands on his chest, she pushed up, then eased down, deeper this time. He filled her completely, stretched her to her very limit, but Lord, it felt wonderful. A low moan drifted to her ears and she realized it was hers.
She rocked her hips slowly, savoring every nuance of the moment. The lush feel of his shaft as it slid along her inner walls, Nick’s manly scent, the sight of his blue eyes, sparkling with bliss, the sound of their moans and sighs.
She swam in joy that increased with every stroke, with every breath. Their pace gradually increased and she climbed closer to her release. Her world shrunk to her tiny apartment, to her little bed and the sexy man who dominated her mind and her body. She curled her fingers into his chest as she rolled her hips. Her legs grew weak, but Nick continued thrusting into her.
Her climax was so close, she braced for the rush of satisfaction. She exploded in a molten blast of ecstasy. Waves of exquisite joy rolled through her. Nick’s delicious strokes went on and on, milking pleasure from her flesh as she moaned and sighed and convulsed.
Seconds later, Nick’s face grew red. His lips drew back and she could see his clenched teeth, the tension on his taut forehead. Muscles in his shoulders and neck corded and he clamped his fingers painfully into her skin as he wildly stroked into her. A few more thrusts and he stilled, sighed then closed his eyes.
Her bliss gradually calmed, but in its wake, perfect gratification settled over her. Never before had she come like this. She had to remember this moment forever. She stared down at his face, the picture of peace.
She tried to memorize everything about her surroundings. Her gaze landed on the black helmet near her front door. Unwanted thoughts of her mother filled her head. Had her mother found this kind of satisfaction with her biker?
Her father would be devastated if he ever found out about her and Nick. Shame intruded on her pleasure. She climbed off him and hurried to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned to her room she found him on the bed, but he’d gotten under the covers.
He lifted the comforter and patted the mattress. “Come on. If we cuddle close there’s plenty of room. I’m not done with you yet.”
That smile nearly broke her resolve, but she squared her shoulders. She had to keep their relationship strictly business from now on. Tightening the belt around her robe, she shook her head. “I can’t, sorry.”
His face fell. He sat up. “Why not?”
“I…have plans tonight.” The lie stabbed at her, but not nearly as much as the tight set of his jaw.
Be strong.
“I’m sorry, Nick, but you’ll have to go.”
Throwing back the covers, he drew a loud breath. Planting his feet on the floor, he met her stare. “If that’s what you want.”
Her throat felt stuffed with cotton. “It is.”
He dressed in a hurry, grumbling curses under his breath. After he’d finished, he crossed the room to her and grasped her upper arms. “I’m not a bad guy, April.”
Her heart squeezed, but she planted a chaste kiss on his cheek then pushed away.
He started toward the door, then stopped and turned to face her. “Are we still on for furniture shopping tomorrow?”
She hugged her arms tightly around her body, already missing his touch. “Yeah, sure. You want to pick me up around noon?”
He nodded then grabbed his helmet and left.
She locked the door behind him. Leaning against the wall, she gritted her teeth.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
But when she heard the roar of his motorcycle, the first tears rolled down her cheeks. She’d finally found a man who made her fantasies come true, but continuing their relationship would be a slap in the face to her father.
Daddy had been there her whole life. She’d known Nick a matter of days. The choice was clear. So why did it leave a gaping hole in her heart?
Chapter Four
Nick parked his truck in front of April’s apartment and wondered which April would be going furniture shopping with him today—the cool all-business one or the sexy yet innocent one he couldn’t keep his hand off.
He opened his door but before he could get out, she knocked on the passenger side window.
“I’m ready.”
He unlocked the door and she climbed in. His question was answered when he took in her outfit. She carried a briefcase and wore khaki pants and a polo shirt buttoned clear up to her chin. Her hair was fastened in a tight ponytail.
He had his answer—Miss Cool-as-a-cucumber.
Great.
Sinking deeper into his seat, he restarted the motor. “Where are we going?”
“Take a left onto Collins Avenue.” She buckled her seatbelt and set her briefcase between them on the bench.
He breathed in her sweet scent. She might be dressed like a stiff professional, but he knew what lay beneath that frigid exterior. And maybe he could coax that little vixen out to play. And figure out why she kept pushing him away.
Stopping for a red light, he ventured a glance at her. Her head was turned away and her hands were primly folded on her lap.
He cleared his throat. “I ha
d a great time last night.”
She remained silent, but a flush of pink tinted her pale skin.
The light went green and he stepped on the gas. “Did you?”
“Um…I was thinking of earthy tones for your living room and dining room, if that’s all right with you.”
He shrugged. “That’s fine. But what’s finer is your ass. Did you notice how it fits perfectly in my hands?”
Her sharp intake of breath assured him he was getting to her, but she didn’t say anything.
“Sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” His cock stiffened and pressed painfully against his jeans as he flashed on their lovemaking.
“The store is up here on the left.” She pointed to it.
He pulled into the parking lot and found a spot up front. Shutting off the engine, he swiveled to face her. “Are you pretending we didn’t make love? Or that you didn’t like it?”
Tiny muscles around her jaw ticked, but she still wouldn’t meet his stare. She busied herself with opening her briefcase on her lap and rifling through the contents.
He slid closer and took her wrists. “Are you going to answer me?”
Finally, she did. “Yes, I enjoyed myself. Are you happy now? It was the best ever. But it can’t continue, Nick. It’s not… I’m not that kind of girl.”
He released her arms. “Wait a second. What am I missing here? It was the best ever, but it can’t continue. Why?”
She hung her head.
He shoved her briefcase off her lap. It landed on the floorboards with a dull thud. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her. Not gently as he had yesterday. This time he devoured her mouth, plundered every millimeter of it.
Finally she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned into his mouth. Desire coiled tightly inside him. But too quickly, she broke the kiss and backed away. “We’re in a public parking lot. In a closed-up vehicle.”
He nodded. “Want to go to my place?”
She blushed again and averted her gaze. “Later. Let’s do what we came here to do first. ”
Later? So she’d morphed into Vixen April again, or at least she would later. Grinning inwardly, he adjusted his jeans and took a deep breath. “Give me a minute, okay. I can’t get up right now.”