This is too much power. Too much power is never a good thing. I gently tug them down a bit, exposing the top of his hipbones.
He laughs. “Are you uncomfortable with me being in my boxers?” He pulls me toward him. “Let’s fix that.”
Before I know it he’s on his knees, tugging my shorts down my legs.
I instantly get embarrassed. “What are you doing?” He grabs my hips and lifts me as he kicks his foot out and pushes my shorts across the floor.
“There. Now we’re both in our underwear. Better?”
I look down at my black, lacy panties, before looking up to see that he’s biting his bottom lip. Again, he always seems to do that when he shows interest.
I feel silly so I start to laugh. “Are you serious?”
He reaches for my hands again and practically shoves them into the top of his briefs. “Dead serious.” He flashes his dimples. “Now take control and show me how you want my boxers.”
The power behind his demand feeds me and I find myself tugging his black briefs down until the top of his thick shaft is exposed, along with the top part of his muscular ass.
He looks down and lifts an eyebrow. “Better.” He hands me my camera before he walks around the side of the bed and tugs the huge blanket off, leaving nothing but a black, silk sheet.
I feel oddly confident standing here in my underwear about to photograph America’s sexiest bachelor. I’m not sure if this is a temporary confidence, but it feels good. I’m having fun. I find myself kicking my shoes aside and jumping onto his bed while trying to balance my camera.
He smiles up at me as he lies down on his back and adjusts the sheet so that it’s between his legs. Without my direction, he places one hand behind his head and waits for me to start snapping pictures. It seems with each click of the button that his briefs start to get lower and lower, exposing more of his body.
Playing it smooth, he flips over onto his stomach. He lowers his briefs until the top half of his ass is exposed. His ass is so round and firm that all I want to do is bite it. My breathing picks up as he slides one arm under his pillow and looks up with a seductive look in his eyes.
He must notice my change in breathing, because his eyes meet mine and suddenly he sits up and gets on his knees below me. I’m standing on his bed and he’s just looking up at me with the sexiest face I’ve ever seen.
His question surprises me. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”
My saliva thick, I swallow, and let out a nervous laugh. “What?”
He reaches for my camera and pulls it out of my hand, before tossing it beside him. Then he grips onto my hips and looks up at me. “Have. You. Ever. Thought. About. Fucking. Me?” He grips my hips harder when I don’t answer him. “Tell me the truth. Please don’t ever lie to me.”
My words come out before I can stop them. “Yes. I mean. I have once or twice . . .”
He wets his lips, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you think you could have sex with me without expecting more and getting emotionally involved?” He massages the spot right below my belly while removing my ponytail with his other hand. “Can I pleasure you and know that you won’t expect anything more? No ties. You’re welcome to fuck who you please and same goes for me. I just want to taste you so fucking bad.”
I think about it for a second and the thought alone has me clenching. I give him a slight nod and close my eyes as his hands move a little lower.
“Say it, Calla. Tell me that you want me to pleasure you and I will make you come so hard that I’ll have to carry you to your apartment.”
I open my eyes and look down at his sexy face. His lips. . . . oh God. I want them on me. “I want you to pleasure me, Kyan. I can handle it.”
Without hesitation, he lifts me, placing my legs around his neck. I shudder when I feel his stiff tongue run up, between the folds of my pussy. Even through the fabric it has me squirming.
I squeeze his face with my thighs as one of his hands tangles into the back of my hair and his tongue pushes my panties aside.
Oh my God . . . he has such a strong tongue.
I feel his tongue slide up my bare pussy, tasting me as his moan vibrates up to my clit.
My thighs squeeze his face tighter as I moan out, already close to reaching orgasm. I want this so bad that it won’t take long.
Leaning me backwards, he lays me down on my back and massages his thumb over my pussy before tugging my panties down my legs. “I want you to ride my face. I’ve been thinking about tasting you for days.”
He dives between my legs and softly nibbles on my clit before moving his tongue around in small circles to ease the pain. He grips my thighs hard while working his tongue so perfectly that I scream out as I feel myself start to clench.
“I’m so close. Kyan . . . Kyan . . .” I pant.
He smiles up at me before removing my shirt and pulling me with him until I’m straddling his face. His thick stubble brushes against my pussy, giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time. “Ride my fucking face until I taste your release on my tongue. I want every fucking last drop.”
His hands slide under my ass and squeeze as I rock my hips, slow and hard, moaning as his tongue licks every inch of my pussy. His tongue slides in and out a few times as he pushes me down into him harder and harder with each rock of my hips.
Then, he slides his tongue out of me and swirls it around my clit before sucking it into his sweet mouth.
“Oh my God . . . Kyan!” I scream and grip onto his thick hair as my orgasm rolls through me, and he’s right . . . he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking until I fall still from feeling so weak and drained.
I feel his hands run up my back before he lifts me off his face and sets me down beside him.
“Holy fuck,” he runs his tongue over his lips, tasting what’s left of me on his mouth. “That was so fucking good. Next time I want my cock in that tight little pussy of yours, Calla. I want to feel you as you squeeze me.”
My whole body shivers from his words and the thought of him fucking me. Hearing him say it only confirms how badly I really do want it. I never expected to have a fuck buddy, but I have to admit that I love the sound of it. At least I get to touch this man.
“I hope we got enough shots for the cover,” I say out of breath.
I hear him laugh before he reaches down and adjusts his thick erection. “We have more than enough. Trust me.”
We lay here for a few minutes just enjoying the silence, and I can’t help but to feel my stomach sink at the thought that I didn’t even get to feel his lips on mine. They’re just so soft and sexy, but I don’t want to bring it up. I have no idea how this all works.
Without even an ounce of awkwardness, Kyan helps me get dressed and walks me to his door.
He hands me my camera, but pulls it away as I reach for it. Before I know it he has me pressed up against the wall, his mouth crushing against mine.
His free hand reaches up and squeezes my chin as his tongue runs along the seam of my lips, before swirling around my tongue as I open up for him.
This man knows how to use his tongue. He’s definitely no half-assed Brad. It’s as if he takes pride in being able to use his tongue for the pleasure of others.
The perfect man . . .
He pulls away and smiles against my lips while handing me my camera for real this time. “Thanks for the shoot.” He shoves some cash into the front pocket of my shorts. “This is from Olivia. Don’t try to give it back. Her email is in there as well.” He backs away from me and opens the door. “Meet me at the gym Thursday night at eight. I have a special training session set up.”
“Special?” I question, with a lift of my brow. “I’ll see you there.” I walk out and laugh, not bothering to turn back to look at him. I seriously have no idea how I should feel right now, but I feel good. Too damn good.
I don’t hear his door close until I step onto the elevator. The doors close behind me and I immediately fall against the wall, breathing heavily.
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�Holy shit! Is this even okay?” My vagina sure in the hell doesn’t care. That’s for damn sure.
I find myself in slight panic mode before I calm myself down and give myself a little pep talk, reassuring myself that it’s perfectly natural for two grown people to fuck just for pleasure. It’s something that happens every day, just not with a man as sinfully sexy as Kyan.
This is something most girls can only dream of . . .
I HEAR TORI’S ANNOYING VOICE yelling in my ear. “Hello! Are you in there?”
I elbow her in the tit. “Don’t yell in my ear. Yes, I’m in here.” I gesture around the dimly lit room at the dancing couples and overdone decorations. I’m surrounded by red and gold. “I’m just ready for this damn reception to end.” I look down at my cell phone to see that it’s already seven thirty. I’m supposed to meet Kyan at the gym by eight and this party doesn’t look close to ending soon. “It’s been going on since three. Aren’t they tired yet? My finger’s going to fall off if I click that button one more damn time.”
Tori raises a brow, bored. “Tell me about it. Not only is it the longest reception in history, but it’s also boring as shit. Where’s the booze and Funyuns? Seriously though. These people have poor taste in refreshments.”
Okay, so she might be over exaggerating a bit on this being the longest reception in history, but it sure feels like it. I’m getting so antsy that I can’t even think straight.
It’s already bad enough that my mind has been on Kyan for about eighty percent of the night, and now that it’s getting close to seeing him again, I’m beginning to feel impatient.
I start walking around just snapping a bunch of pictures in hopes that if I get to a certain number of shots that I can just leave. The newlyweds are slow dancing to about their fiftieth song and everyone else is now watching in wonder. I guess it could be that the couple is in their sixties. I guess them being out this late is sort of a big party for them, even when there isn’t any booze or Funyuns.
Joining in the clapping, I smile at Mrs. Crawford as the couple finally leaves the dance floor. She gives me a slight head nod and walks in my direction.
“You looked beautiful out there, Mrs. Crawford. And so happy. Congratulations.”
She gently tugs my arm and pulls me close to her ear so I can hear her speak over the music. “You and your friend did a lovely job, but I think we’ve kept you kiddos late enough. Go home and enjoy your night.”
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I smile small and tilt my head. “Thank you for having us. Please tell Mr. Crawford that we’ll have the disk ready in a week,” I say, while trying to stay calm and not too overly excited about finally getting out of here.
She nods once and waves before walking away to join her husband at the table. She’s been away for less than two minutes and it already looks as if he misses her. Isn’t that something?
Tori lets out a long, relieved breath next to my ear. “Thank fucking God.” She links her arm through mine, and then starts walking me toward one of the tripods. “Let’s get the hell out of here before I start to wrinkle just from looking at all of these old people. There’s old people everywhere and it’s seriously starting to freak me out.”
Tori and I pack up our equipment faster than we’ve ever packed up at a wedding before. By the time we get in my jeep, my cell phone already reads two past eight.
“Shit, I need to hurry.” I shove my key into the ignition and hurriedly pull out of the parking lot. It’s about a ten-minute drive to downtown Chicago and I still have to change into my new workout gear.
Tori looks up from typing on her phone as I impatiently tap the steering wheel when the car in front of us slows down. “Don’t get your titties all twisted. Why the rush?”
I scrunch my forehead and concentrate hard on the road. “I’m late for my training session at the gym. It’s rude to be late. I don’t want to leave a bad impression.”
“I bet you don’t, hussy.” I hear her typing fast on her phone to whom I’m sure is to be Brad. “I bet Mr. Sexy is ready to work you. I may just need to go to the gym with you sometime so I can get a look of this fine piece of man meat.”
I laugh at her choice of words. “I’m sure we’ll run into him in the building sometime and you can meet this man meat. He does live on the tenth floor,” I remind her. “No need to twist your arm to get you in the gym.”
“True,” she says uncaringly. “Maybe he’ll be at the bar or something and you can introduce us. Then I can see who has my roomie all flustered and fluffin’ the muffin.”
I stop a little too abruptly at the stoplight, my face turning beet red. I haven’t mentioned the events of Monday night to her yet so she really has no idea just how turned on and flustered he truly has me. I’m not really sure how to explain, so I won’t. Not yet. “You talk a lot. You know that?”
“Oh you’re just embarrassed because some guy finally has your lady parts working. There hasn’t been anyone in over two years. You really need to get out more.”
I grind my teeth at her reminder. “It’s been by choice. I’m just not looking to date right now. When I am, I will look.”
I FIND MYSELF RUSHING TO the gym door as soon as I jump out of my jeep. I have to catch myself from face planting when my feet hit the blacktop. That’s how fast my feet are shuffling right now.
I’m already thirty minutes late and I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even bother stopping to send Kyan a message. I have no idea if he’ll be upset and I really don’t want him to think that I forgot about our session.
When I look around me, the parking lot is empty; all except for an expensive looking motorcycle parked close to the building. It confuses me, causing my steps to slow. “Shit! Please don’t be closed.”
I place my hand on the handle and pull, expecting it to be locked, but it easily opens, surprising me. A surge of hope rushes through me at the thought that I’ll at least get a chance to explain. I just hope the bike outside is his.
Walking inside, I look around me, but don’t see anyone else in the gym. One of the tanning room lights are on as if someone may have recently gotten out, but besides that, it’s just rows of empty equipment.
Once I get closer to the back, I notice Kyan’s office door is open, so I jog a little to get there faster, not wanting him to have to wait any longer than he already has.
I poke my head inside to see Kyan leaning against his desk, dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He looks sweaty and out of breath, as if he’s just finished with his own workout.
He looks up as he takes notice of me. “Calla.” He smiles.
“Hey.” I watch him as he pushes away from his desk and walks over to stand in front of me. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just check out my breasts as they slowly rise and fall. “Why is the gym empty? Am I too late? I got held up with a wedding. I’m really sorry.”
Another small smile appears on his face as he grabs the strap of my purse and slides it down my shoulder. “We can leave this under my desk.” He places it on his chair and pushes it back under his desk. “And you’re not too late. You’re never too late, Calla. I have all night. I’m here for you.”
Placing one hand on the small of my back, he guides me out of his office and over toward the treadmills. “The gym’s empty because not a lot of members workout between eight and nine. It’s one of the quietest time slots that are still early enough for you to come. You seemed a little nervous around everyone on Saturday, so I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable.” We stop in front of a treadmill and he motions for me to step on it. “Let’s get you warmed up a bit first.”
“Okay.” He presses the start button and punches in my weight. Surprisingly he’s only about four pounds off. I give him a shocked look since he never weighed me on Saturday. “How did you know? I . . . was that a guess or did you steal a sneak peek of my license that night at the bar?”
He studies me as I start walking with a confused expression stuck on my face. “I’m
pretty good when it comes to a woman’s body.” He lets out the sexiest laugh to ever grace my hearing. “Looking at your body, it’s pretty easy to figure out. I was close, huh?” He lifts an eyebrow, waiting for my confirmation.
“Well yeah. You’re close.” I start moving faster as Kyan ups the speed. “Pretty impressive.”
Without another word, Kyan smirks and leans against the treadmill right next to the one I’m on, watching me intently and clearly enjoying the show.
By the time our session is over, I’m insanely sweaty and out of breath. He showed me a few of the different machines and had me rotate between those and carrying some weight across the room. I stand here for a moment with my hands on my hips, watching as he watches me. “I’m so tired,” I say softly. “This is the most intense workout I’ve ever done.”
“We’re not done yet.”
My eyes widen. “What do you mean we’re not done? You’ve been working me for the last forty minutes.”
He comes up behind me and presses his body against mine. An instant rush of heat spreads throughout my body as he brushes his bottom lip over my ear and gently laughs. “I’m not done working you yet. There’s plenty more I want to do.”
My breathing picks up. I watch his eyes on me as he circles around to stand in front of me. His eyes linger down to my chest that is quickly rising and falling, as I stand here imagining his mouth and hands all over me.
Wetting his lips, he steps closer and reaches out, tangling both his hands into the back of my hair as he whispers, “Just sex?”
My eyes lower to his lips and I find myself nodding. “Just sex,” I whisper back.
As soon as the words leave my lips, Kyan picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and kisses me so hard the air gets knocked out of me.
His hands wrap tighter in my hair and his breathing picks up as he starts walking with me in his arms.
Before I know it, we’re in the shower room. I don’t even notice Kyan reaching to turn the water on until we’re both standing below the water getting wet.
I jump a little from the surprise, but easily fall back into kissing him when he tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth.
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