by Shyla Colt
“Now I’m not the only one who’ll be aroused tonight.” He twines our fingers, and I guide him to the back patio.
We lined the patio with white bulbs. The watermelons we carved to look like cactus stand out on the tables covered with bright table clothes and mismatched pottery plates. Mexican blankets cover the table where we lined the food buffet-style, and another smaller table holds the buckets of beer and pitchers of peach and berry Sangria.
“Wow, you guys did a great job. Why the Mexican theme?”
“Andy’s mother is from Mexico.” Jas and I grew up in Andy’s kitchen right along with his mother and Abuela preparing traditional meals and celebrating holidays.
“Are they here?”
“They were earlier, but the crowds thinned significantly.”
“I’m going to say hi and give him his present,” he says.
I admire his stride and the way his jeans highlight his firm ass. I did well. I walk over to where Jas is reloading her glass of sangria.
“You want another one?” she asks.
“Please.”
“Peach or berry?”
“Peach.”
“Is it ridiculous that the sight of our boos interacting fills my heart with joy?”
“No. I feel the exact same way. Finally, Andy is getting some testosterone time in.” We watch as Shayne reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gift card.
“Oh my God. He gave him a GameStop gift card. They’re officially best friends forever.”
She hands me a glass, and I bask in the moment. It’s nice to not be the third wheel, not that they make me feel unwelcome.
“Thank you for helping me pull this off.”
“Girl, it was my pleasure.”
We join the boys, and I do my best to mingle as my brain tortures me with erotic images of the two of us together. His lingering caresses to my arms, neck, and face have my body on fire. I’m soaked and anxious by the time we say our good-byes.
***
Shayne
I’m not sure what possessed me to bring my uniform, but I’m glad I did. After taking a quick shower, I put on my navy Dickies, a fresh white T-shirt, and my navy button up with the K.O.C. garage emblem and my name patch. I grab the box of condoms from my nightstand and head downstairs. I bought a fresh batch for tonight. She won’t be leaving the bed until we’ve done our best to go through the entire lot.
She opens the door in a red silken robe with the Star Trek emblem. She steps back, and I follow her inside, closing the door behind me.
“Do I call you Uhura?”
“You can call me whatever you want, Charm, as long as you deliver on those promises you made.”
I run my hands over her silk-covered body. The slick material shaped over her killer curves has me growling in the back of my throat. She’s beautiful with her green locks tumbling around her face, and her lust darkened eyes watching my every move. Her lips are parted, and her skin is hot.
I pull her frame against mine, bury my fingers in her soft hair, and bend her backward. She gasps, and I dart forward, spearing her mouth with my tongue. Her moan sends chills down my spine. She tastes sweet and clean as her body relaxes and I support more of her weight. Tilting our head to the left and right, we feed at each other’s mouths. Working together and keeping our relationship under wraps is a lesson in restraint.
The light caresses, whispered words, and smoldering gazes keep me aroused. We’ve been building up to this moment since the first day in the truck. Biting her full bottom lip, I tug. She purrs like a kitten.
“You like that, Xi?”
“Oh, yes.” She digs her fingers into my shoulders, and I smile against her lips. She smooths her fingers over my shoulders and trails her nails down my chest. I release her hair, and she stands taller.
“You look so fucking hot in this.”
I chuckle. “Can’t say I’ve been told that before.”
Her eyes flash with something dark and possessive. “Good.”
I’m surprised that I like it. My whole life has been built around not being tied down.
She strokes the skin of my neck around my collar. “This first time, I don’t want you to take the shirt off.” Her words are quiet but clear.
“Is my girl a little kinky?”
“Apparently you bring that side out in me.” Inclining her head, she studies me from beneath lengthy lashes.
“I have no problems doing the things that please you. Only say the word.”
I untie the sash at her waist and slip the robe off her shoulders. It falls on the floor with a soft whoosh. Her breasts threaten to spill from the corset designed like a Star Trek uniform. I trace the emblem with the tip of my finger.
“You look fucking delicious.” Bending her over, I trace the swell with the tip of my tongue. She shudders, and the bulge in my jeans grow. I’ve been in a varying state of arousal all day. I refuse to let it rush me. I lick and nibble a path up her long neck. She tilts her neck back, giving me access. I suck on her skin until it turns purple, and she bears my mark. Pleased, I release her sensitive flesh with a loud smack.
“Are you wet for me yet, Xia?”
“Soaked.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I cup her. “I can feel you through your panties. So hot and wet. Is that all for me?”
She nods her head. Pressing the heel of my hand to her core, I grind it against her. She moves her hips, eagerly. I watch the passion playing across her face. The needy sounds escaping her full lips and the openness are an aphrodisiac. This is Xia with no walls or worries. How she should always be with me.
I take her to the edge and stop.
“Shayne,” she cries.
“Not yet. I promise, it’ll be better for the wait.” I capture her lips, silencing her protest as I trail my fingers down her arm. I deepen the kiss, sucking on her tongue as I explore her body. We separate, panting.
“You’re still too dressed.”
I cup her chin. “Undress me.”
She bites her bottom lip and glances away. I squeeze her face gently. “Xia.” I lower my voice, and she meets my gaze. “Take what you want.”
Her breath grows ragged as she tentatively untucks my shirt from my pants, then runs her palms up my stomach and over my chest. Our eyes lock, and I watch as she comes out of her shell, circling my nipples with her nails before she pinches them gently. I jerk as she rolls them between her fingers. The light tugs and rolls send sparks of pleasure racing through my body, but it’s the vision of her coming to life that has me harder than granite.
Her lids are lowered, and her lips are curved up into a wicked smile I’ve never seen before. She drags her nails down my stomach, and my muscles and my cock jump in response. She stops at my belt.
“Keep going.”
Her hands shake slightly as she undoes my belt buckle and moves to her knees.
“Don’t stop now,” I tease. She pops the button on my pants and shakes her head.
“Shoes first.”
Tease. I bite my tongue as she makes quick work of my boots.
“Step out of the shoes and then the pants.”
“Enjoy the control while you have it,” I say as I follow her directions.
She grips me through my boxer briefs. “Do I have control?” She strokes down. “Because I think you’re the one calling the shots.”
“You say that even with my cock in your hand?”
“I know that. I like that.”
She peers up at me, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“I like being in control. I will push you, introduce you to new things, but I will never hurt you or go against your wishes. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now take me out and wrap those pretty lips around me.”
She takes me out
and circles my tip with her tongue. “I have to warm up, baby. You’re not small.” She sucks my head in, and I groan. She’s playing with me. I like that resistance. She takes me deeper, and I’m lost in the slick heat and smooth stroke of her hand. I twirl her green locks around my fingers and rock my hips in time with her rhythm.
“You ready for more?” I thrust faster, and she opens her throat. “You’re doing so good, baby.” She hums, and I growl. “Keep that up, and I’ll be filling your mouth with more than my dick.” I ease out. “It’s time we take this to your bedroom.” I twine our fingers and allow her to guide me to her room.
I vaguely take in the photos, dark-colored dressers, and vanity before we’re moving to the bed.
“Lay down.”
Sprawled in the center of the bed, she’s a gift waiting to be opened. “Put your arms above your head, and lift your hips. Your time for touching is over.” She watches me with huge eyes as I remove her thong and dangle it on my finger. “One thing I know about you is you’re willful. I think encouragement is going to be needed to get you to keep your hands to yourself.” Bending over, I taste her lips while I tie her slender wrists together lightly. “You look good tied up and waiting for my next move.”
I spread her legs wide and run my pointer finger down the center of her wet cleft. “You’re dripping for me.” I bring the digit to my mouth and suck her feminine dew into my mouth, moaning as the flavor coats my tongue. “Even sweeter than I thought you’d be. I think I need a drink straight from the source.” I place my hands on her belly as I explore the cleanly shaven lips with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh where thigh meets pelvis before returning to her core. I circle her swollen clit and she bucks. Placing my arms on her thighs, I pin her down to keep her right where I want her.
I push my tongue inside. Her heat nearly scalds me, and her honey intoxicates me. She flexes around me, and I give her what she wants—deep thrusts as far as I can reach. Moans fill the air as she squirms beneath me and clutches the sheets. She’s close, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I pull away and slap her pussy.
“Hold it back.”
“No,” she wails.
“I promise I’ve got something far better than my tongue.”
Quickly stripping out of my boxers, I remove a condom from the pocket of my button down. I stretch the rubber over my dick and circle her walls with my finger as I rub her clit.
“Shayne,” she whimpers.
“You ready for me?”
“Yes.”
I grip my head and ease inside of her one inch at a time. “So damn tight.” She’s like a second skin squeezing me.
“Relax for me, kitten. Let me in.” I stroke her clit as I pull out and push in. Her breath hitches. “Not yet. You can’t come until I’m buried inside of you where I belong.”
She lifts her legs, wrapping them around my back. “I’m so close. Please, Shayne.”
“Almost there.” I bottom out and take a breath to keep myself from spilling before I caress her clit. “Come for me, Xia.”
I give her pussy a light tap. She screams loud enough to wake the dead while she convulses around me. As her body settles, I begin to move, gripping her hips to keep her in place, so I can go deep. She moans when I increase my speed as she adjusts to me. Her back arches and she meets me stroke for stroke.
“Are you going to come for me again, kitten?”
“Yes.”
I shift my angle, and she cries out.
“Right there. Oh my God. Don’t stop.”
I move fast, and she shakes as she explodes, clamping down on me with her slick walls. I let her take me over the edge, flooding the condom. Burying my nose in her neck, I get lost in her scent as the afterglow descends over me. I roll to the side and enjoy the feeling of being inside of her for a few more moments before I pull out to remove the condom and do some cleanup. I return with a warm washcloth.
“I know we both shared our test results, but how do you feel about birth control in the future?”
“I’d be open to it.”
“Good. Because as much as I’d love to make you my toaster strudel, I’m partial to Twinkies.”
She snorts and pushes at my chest. “Did you really just say that?”
“What? You got my meaning. Is it something you’d be open to?” I’ve never gone without a condom. It’s been drilled into my head since I was old enough to understand how my penis works. I’ve seen too many brothers trapped by a cunning woman. But with her, I want to feel everything. The level of trust we’ve created has me willing to try all kinds of thing.
“Yes.”
I kiss her lips and return to the bathroom.
Chapter Six
Xia
I barely have time to close the door before Shayne pounces on me. I accept the onslaught of his mouth and squeal as he lifts me into his arms. Wrapping my legs around him, I grip a handful of his soft hair. I bite down on his bottom lip. He likes a bit of a rough touch.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I suck on it. He grunts, locking the door behind me as he walks toward the bathroom. We tear at each other’s uniforms until a pile of clothing liters the bathroom floor. He sets me on the sink and moves to start the shower.
He’s a complex puzzle I’m still trying to figure out. Just when I think I have the pieces in place, I realize something doesn’t fit properly. There’s a darkness that lingers in his past. I’ve yet to ask him about in detail. Not when I have my own secrets kept close.
“I don’t know how you can look at me like that when I know I smell like barbecue.”
“It makes you that more delicious.”
I giggle as he lifts helps me off the counter. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Only about you.” He kisses the side of my forehead.
“Why are you so sweet, mm? I never expected that from you.”
For a minute a serious expression falls. Cupping my face, he caresses my cheekbones with his thumb. “Because I know how precious you are, and what it means to lose the things that are most important to you. I don’t want to lose you.”
There’s a subtle resignation to his words I don’t understand. “Do you plan on becoming an utter git?”
“Git?”
“British slang for jerk. We need to get your Potter education started asap.”
He laughs. “No, but there are always things out of our control that happen when we least expect it.” He kisses me lips. “Into the shower, so I can get your clean before we get filthy.”
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, Mr. Spencer.”
“So you said last night when I spent an hour between your thighs.”
A bolt of white hot lightning streaks down into my core. His tongue gives him more than a way with words. I’ve never been with a man who’s enjoyed giving oral so much. We slip into the shower, and my thoughts are lost as we busy ourselves with cleansing and teasing with soap slickened hands.
“Turn around, kitten.” He pulls my body to him and kisses down my neck as he blocks the water. His large hand runs down the center of my body, and he strokes my clit. “Lift your leg up and grab the bar.” I place my foot on the foot rest, and grab the hand bar we installed. After work shower sex is a regular occurrence. He presses his front to my back and teases my inner thigh. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re spread open for me like this.” He eases two fingers inside of my sheath, and I grip the bar and thrust back against them, greedy for more. He pushes to the hilt and stops.
Moaning, I squeeze his fingers once more before I still. I love his games. I’ve never come as hard with anyone else, and he always gives me what I need and beyond.
“You’ve gotten good at this, kitten.”
“I-I’m a fast learner.” He nips my shoulder, and I groan.
“Such a smart mouth.” He rubs his len
gth between my cheeks, and I squeeze him again involuntarily. “You want something else to fill you up.”
“You know I do.”
He chuckles. “Then I won’t keep you waiting.” He replaces his fingers with his dick with a swift move that steals my breath away. He grips my thigh, holding me to him as he drives deep.
“What are you smiling at?” I ask as I braid my hair and wrap it up to hold the curl.
“I like seeing you like this, no makeup or pretense.”
“You’re an odd one. Has anyone ever told you that?” I ask, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
I slip the Sailor Moon crop top with Luna and Artemis over my head and step into the matching pajama shorts.
“Maybe once or twice.” Walking up behind me, he wraps his arms around me. “But when you’re happy you light up. I hate how you hide yourself.”
His words remind me of the loan I’m waiting to hear back about. I need to tell him. I turn to face him. My stomach tightens.
“I actually want to talk to you about that.” I tilt my head back, and he smiles down at me.
“You going to share a secret with me, Xi?”
I open my mouth, and a knock comes on my door.
“Who the hell is that?” Shayne asks, turning to peer out of my room.
“I have no clue.”
“I’ll answer it.”
He steps away, and I follow him out. He looks out the peep hole.
“It’s Ellis.”
I frown. “Something has to be very wrong.” I move him aside and open the door.
I open the door with my heart in my throat, and my stomach tightening. “What’s going on?” I ask shakily, expecting the worse.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Ellis says with a sneer.
What the hell? “You come to my house this late at night being cryptic? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shut this door in your face.” I snap.
“Because you’re caught. I never would’ve thought you were the type to sneak behind people’s backs. A loan, Xia?”
