4 Men Of The House with correct Also By page

by Natalie Knight

  The world is good. No, better than good—it’s fucking fantastic.

  Sophie

  I stretch languidly, catlike. I keep my eyes closed and snuggle my head deeper into the feather pillow. A cool breeze caresses my body. On reflex, my hand attempts to reach for a cover, but finds nothing.

  I am in that delicious state of being asleep just before waking.

  A familiar scent tickles my nostrils and sends signals to my brain, signals I would rather not know about. I twitch my nose. Is it time to wake up, or can I steal a few more minutes?

  The delicious smell of coffee makes me open my eyes. I’m unable to resist any longer.

  I’m looking at Todd—a half-naked Todd. His eyes are devouring my body. He smiles and hands me a mug of steaming black liquid.

  I prop my head on my bent arm for support. Gingerly, my lips wrap around the porcelain and take a sip. Boy, this is good coffee.

  “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

  A bit of dust is irritating my nose and I twitch it.

  “Do you look at all your girls like that after you’ve conquered them?”

  For the first time, I notice the tiny dimples on his cheeks when he smiles.

  “Only you. I’ve never seen someone look so angelic and candid in their sleep.”

  Suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness, I grab the sheet and pull it up to my chin.

  He pouts.

  “You didn’t have to,” he mumbles, and I feel the heat rise to my face.

  Instead of an answer, I take another sip of the coffee. I usually need two large hits of caffeine before I’m able to face the day properly.

  Bits of images from last night flash up in my mind, and I feel myself go even redder in the face. Had that really been me?

  “Voila,” Todd’s voice rouses me from navel gazing.

  I hadn’t noticed the old-fashioned tea trolley next to the bed. He pulls a sheet covering it to reveal a selection of scrumptious breakfast goodies.

  Suddenly, my stomach grumbles. To my own surprise, I’m hungry.

  “Wow,” I’m impressed. “This looks good.”

  He takes a little bow before he comes to sit beside me on the bed. Like the gentlemen he is, he hands me a plate of French toast.

  “Dig in,” he says and at the same time, kisses the top of my shoulder.

  “I haven’t had French toast in ages.”

  I take a big bite, and try to focus on the delicious flavors assaulting my senses. Unfortunately, Todd’s gentle kisses are making it difficult.

  Like tiny butterflies, his lips flit across my shoulder, up to my neck and down my back again.

  Desire spreads through me.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  Todd gives a tiger-like growl.

  “I am already,” he murmurs between kisses. His hands are wandering to places they shouldn’t be in right now, at least not, if we are going to get up soon.

  A groan escapes my lips. He certainly knows how to push my buttons.

  “So,” Todd’s lips leave my back. “What are your plans for the day?”

  Don’t stop, I want to shout, but I hold it in. I try and focus on the question. Apparently, my brain doesn’t work so well around Todd Alexander. I’m trying to recall what day it is.

  “I’ve got today off,” I admit, and my mind is already thinking ahead about all the sex we could have.

  “Great.” He happily grabs some toast for himself.

  My body is screaming for him to touch me. I take a large gulp of coffee instead. To distract myself, I use all my inner strength to focus on my breakfast.

  How long has it been since someone served me breakfast in bed? I can’t recall.

  “What are you plans?” I ask Todd and reach for some fruit.

  Todd’s finger follows an invisible trail on my arm. My nerve endings are screaming for more.

  “I don’t have much on.” He admits. “How about we hang together?”

  I laugh. Has he really just suggested we ‘hang’ together?

  “What’s so funny?” He looks crestfallen.

  “You,” I lean toward him and give him little kiss on his cheek.

  His hands grab my face, and before I can stop him, his lips are on top of mine. They are hard, forceful, and demanding.

  When he lets go of me, I’m breathing harder than if I’d sprinted a marathon.

  “That’s your punishment for calling me funny,” he has a pretend scowl.

  “Wow,” I’m momentarily lost for words.

  “So how about it? You’ll spend the day with me?”

  I look straight at him.

  Somewhere deep down—reaching at me from very deep down—alarm bells are ringing. I stop to consider this.

  What harm could it do to hang out with Todd for the day? It’s not like I’m committing for life, am I? I hardly know anything about him, so it’s the perfect chance to do so. And who knows, I might be pleasantly surprised at the end of the day.

  What’s the saying, in for a penny, in for a pound? I just spent a fantastic evening with Todd, so why not see where it will lead?

  “Sure,” I smile brightly at him.

  I’d be lying if I don’t acknowledge I’m starting to get interested in Todd beyond him being the main actor on my film. I’ve managed to scratch the surface of bad boy Todd…I’m curious to see how far I can dig, and what I’ll discover.

  “One condition though,” I say, getting out of bed to grab my scattered clothes.

  “What’s that, beauty?”

  The man knows how to flatter a woman, that’s for sure.

  “We need to go to my place first, so I can freshen up, get a change of clothes and some other things.”

  Todd grins.

  “You look just fine the way you are now.” He grabs my hand and stops me from getting dressed.

  He kisses me. This time his lips are soft, gentle, as if asking for permission. I melt into his arms.

  “We won’t make it to the door like this,” I whisper into his ear.

  “What’s wrong with that?” he purrs, and I chuckle.

  An annoying buzzing sound, like a gigantic fly buzzing around his head interrupts us. It doesn’t stop.

  Todd sighs and releases me. As he retrieves his phone from his pocket, I scamper and quickly put my clothes on.

  Once Todd is off the phone, he grabs his keys and we walk out the door.

  “We’ll finish what we started later,” he whispers into my ear and I feel a sweet longing between my legs, a longing I have only come to know since last night.

  Todd

  After being on the phone for what seemed like an eternity, I finally drive her home. She takes a quick shower, changes clothes, and then I whisk her into my arms and tell her my plan for the day—the Hamptons.

  Why the fuck not?

  The drive out to the East Hamptons is quiet. I play some music for Sophie on the radio, and every time she smiles, my heart hammers in my chest.

  It's weird to admit, but being with Sophie is different. She's unlike any other woman I've ever been with.

  I focus on the road ahead. The Hamptons are so different from New York City. You can hardly believe it's still the same state.

  Instead of buildings on top of one another, the greenery expands, front lawns grow bigger than football fields, and trees blanket your vision.

  Every time the scenery starts to change, I get that distinct feeling I'm home.

  Just as I round the bend, I spot my house.

  "Here we are," I say.

  "Wow, this is yours?" Sophie asks.

  "One of my homes, yes," I smile. I see she's impressed.

  I pull the car up the long driveway. I’m glad to show her my house—a large, sprawling affair with an Olympic-sized pool in the front yard.

  "That pool looks amazing," Sophie says.

  "We just might have to try it out later," I smile.

  The house is empty, as usual. Since this isn't the only place I own, I'm not here often.


  I turn the car's ignition off, and exit the car, popping open the trunk. I grab Sophie's bag. It's heavier than it looks. What is it with women and packing? It's as if they're packing their whole lives every time they're on a trip.

  "Did you throw everything and the kitchen sink in here?" I ask, laughing.

  "A girl can never be too prepared," she smiles.

  Together, we walk inside the house.

  "It's even more impressive on the inside than it is the outside!" she exclaims, looking around the foyer wide-eyed.

  I've never brought a woman here before. Ever. And her excitement takes me by surprise. I watch as she runs out back.

  "I've gotta check out this view," she says.

  "Go for it," I say, following her out.

  My mind kicks into overdrive. Hell, not only have I never brought a woman out here before…I've never brought anyone on a trip before. What's gotten into me?

  Could it be because…?

  No, that seems impossible. Or is it?

  Have I fallen head over heels for Sophie? Enough so to merit this trip?

  The thought of that makes my head spin.

  If that's fucking true—it's a first.

  "Unreal!" Sophie squeals. Her excitement is palpable. "This view is beyond amazing!"

  She walks toward me and takes my hand in hers, and I swear, the moment she touches me, a bolt of electricity travels down my spine.

  "I think we should take a walk down to the shore," she says, smiling wide. Her face lights up at the idea. The way she smiles and bats her eyelashes is enough to make me say yes to just about fucking anything.

  "I agree," I say. "I think that's a great idea."

  As soon as those words leave my lips, I'm surprised at myself.

  Who is this person talking? What is happening to me? Since when have I ever wanted to fucking take a stroll down to the shore with a woman?

  But the answer is obvious: right now. With this woman, my mind and body are in agreement.

  Under no normal circumstances would I ever agree to do something so fucking cheesy, but this is Sophie we're talking about. She's different. She's no normal girl.

  So, I smile and take her hand in mine and we head straight for the shore.

  Within a few moments, our conversation pivots to the film.

  "I will admit," I say, "I have low expectations of independent films in general."

  "You do?" she says.

  "Yes," I say, "but with that said, and having read the script, I believe there's something more to this one."

  "That's a relief," she smiles.

  "I have a confession," I say.

  "What's that?"

  "I trust you," I say. "And I admire you…being so versatile as to play the role of both the lead and the director."

  She nods her head and thinks about this for a moment.

  "It's a big risk," she admits. "And to top it off, it will only work if everyone cooperates."

  The moment she says this, she eyes me with a smirk on her face, a that smirk speaks volumes.

  I laugh.

  "I swear," I say, "I'll cooperate more."

  This makes her smile, and she moves her body closer to mine, hugging my arm a little tighter.

  "Good," she says.

  "I know how much this film means to you," I say, speaking slow and methodical, to make sure she knows I'm genuine about it. "And I'm being honest when I say that it means just as much to me."

  "That means a lot to me," Sophie says.

  "I know my career isn't as flawless as before," I say, and I'm surprised at myself for being so honest right now, but it's true. I'm getting less and less offers.

  She hugs me tighter but doesn't say anything, so I continue.

  "I hope to snatch an Oscar for this role that you so masterfully created."

  I smile as I say this, and she returns with a grin of her own. As her lips curl into a smile, I watch as the last remaining rays of sun bounce off her glossy lips. Everything in me wants to press those lips against mine.

  As she smiles, she says, "I think we should head back to the house."

  Sounds like the perfect plan.

  Sophie

  I just let the desire guide me.

  Slowly, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it, pulling it out smoothly with a single movement. Then I start unbuttoning the first button of his pants, my mind beginning to ramble about the huge bulk pulsing inside them.

  I just want to feel it—with my hands, mouth, pussy. What’s happening to me? My whole body is craving Todd’s cock. I was never attracted to anyone like this.

  Physically, he’s just too perfect. The kind we only see on tv…Which kinda makes sense, since he’s a constant on the big screen.

  I unbutton the rest of his pants and then I pull down the zipper, all that mass contracted inside his clothes eager to come out and play with me. Without taking his pants off, I start sliding my hands heavily across his thighs and knees up and down.

  I sit on his lap, parting my lips as I approach his. I feel my skin shiver every time I feel his tongue slowly touching mine with teasing movements. Each time his tongue touches mine, it hides itself, making me search after it, with a thirst I’m not able to explain.

  His hands are on my neck, sliding down to my cleavage, where his avid fingertips trace the outline of my dress. Full of desire, he pushes it a little bit down, allowing him to peek at the lace of my black bra.

  I can feel his cock pulsing inside his pants. Wasting no time, I jump out of his lap and position myself on the floor’s carpet on my knees. I grab the hem of his pants and pull them down his legs with my both hands, one at each side of his body.

  I can see his cock tenting on his boxers briefs, desperately wanting to be set free. I find myself uncapable of waiting even one more second. I eagerly push his boxers all the way down his legs, as his shaft quickly jumps out.

  My right hand starts stroking all his lenght, alternating between tightly gripping and lighty stroking it. Todd groans and leans his head back, as my hand takes total control of him.

  But that’s not enough. I want to taste him next.

  As I lean my lips toward his cock, he immediatelly raises his hips. He’s anxious to feel my mouth on him, but I want to tease him a little bit first.

  Instead of going straight for his cock, my mouth goes for his inner thighs, and I kiss one and then the other, my lips dangerously close to his groins but never actually touching his cock.

  “You´re fucking torturing me,” he groans, raising his hips once more.

  “I know…that´s the point” I purr, softly resting my index finger on the root of his cock. I run it up all the way to its tip, and then back to the root, the pressure I’m applying on his cock so soft, I bet my finger feels like a feather.

  His cock pulses harder and harder against my finger and I can’t resist it anymore. I lean in further, parting my lips. Reaching for his cock, replace my index finger with the wet tip of my tongue.

  Feeling my tongue slowly touching the base of his shaft, he groans and sighs heavily. Then, I start running my tongue all the way up, as I trace the perfect contour of his member. Reaching his tip, I move my tongue in slow circles around it.

  I want him to fill my mouth. I part my lips, wraping them on his tip, tasting his salty flavour that I like so much. Then, I just close my eyes, opening my mouth wide and allowing all his inches to slide over my tongue until they touch the back of my throat.

  I hold it there, pressing my tongue against his shaft, and then move my mouth further down as deep as I can. I only stop when my lips brush the smooth skin at the root of his cock. Satisfied with my mouthful, I unroll my lips over his shaft, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth.

  I take a deep breath, and then I take him in once more. This time, instead of my slow movements earlier, I go as fast as I can, bobbing my head back and forth.

  My hand starts caressing both his balls. They feel heavy and warm against my fingers, and my skin prickles
as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum they must be producing right now.

  Sucking him harder and harder, I wrap one hand around his shaft and start using both my mouth and hand to please him, sucking and stroking in a maddening pendulum motion.

  As I suck, he places his hands on my head, grabbing a bunch of hair and forcing me to go deeper. I close my eyes and my hand lets go of his cock, as he starts fucking my mouth harder.

  I try to moan, but his huge cock is filling all my mouth, only allowing me to drop some loose sounds. I am so consumed by the sensation that I don´t know for how long we keep like that. Oh my God, I love having him on my mouth.

  Feeling closer to the point of no return, he pushes my head back, pulling his member out.

  He grabs me by the hand, pulling me up. His arms go around my waist as he presses his lips on mine. With his right hand, he reaches my zipper’s dress, slowly pushing it down, allowing the straps to slide down my shoulders.

  Grabbing on the fabric, Todd pushes the dress down my body, as his hands follow it, pressing my curves as it falls. As it finally reaches the floor, I step out of it, now with only my bra and thong covering me.

  “I want you,” I whisper on his ear as I place my hands around his neck. Then I start unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I want you more.”

  Anxious, he raises his arms, allowing me to take his shirt off. I take a moment to stare the naked man in front of me. His voice made my pussy even wetter, soaking my thong. I need his cock now. But first, he has other plans.

  Picking me up, he takes me to the bed and lays me down on the mattress. He leans into me and with his hands on my knees, opens my legs wide. Then he simply lies down on top of me.

  With his right hand, he traces the contour of my face, and then goes down to my bra. He quickly discovers the clasp on the front, right between my breasts. Unclasping it, he reveals my breasts, as his hands cup and squeeze then.

  His fingertips slide to a rosy nipple and he starts pinching it softly. I moan with pleasure, all of my body craving for his touch. While he pinches my nipples, one at a time, his lips go straight to my neck, where he kisses me and bites my softly. I moan again.