Falling Hard And Fast

by Rita Sawyer

  “Oh my…” His tongue swiped the hidden bud and sent her mind reeling.

  As he licked and sucked, her hips bucked against him. Her moans filled the air and the louder she got, the harder his talented tongue pressed. He worked her into a frenzy then when she about reach the pinnacle, he stopped. He put her foot on the floor and got to his feet.

  “Not yet.” His voice alone told her he wasn’t done with her yet.

  Tim wrapped his hands around her wrist and lowered them as he turned her around. He pulled her back against him nestling his cock to her ass. One of his arms slid around the front of her shoulders, while the other settled on her hip. Suzie tilted her head back on his chest giving him plenty of access to the ear he was nibbling. Her body was a live wire and every touch, whether it was from his lips or hands, made it worse. Her legs wobbled and she reached out for the wall in front of her for support.

  She felt him slide his cock along the cleft of her ass. Her natural instincts took over and she arched her back, which tilted her ass towards him. She kept her hands where she put them, her fingers spread wide on the cool tiles. One of his hands pressed on her lower back, the other guided him to her opening. Suzie felt her muscles stretch to accommodate him. She felt him slide inside her and she pushed back lodging him deeper. He took it from there. Slow easy strokes at first, then his pace quickened along with her heartbeat. His hands on her hips, he held them tight and pulled her back with every long hard thrust that practically lifted her off her feet.

  Everything in her tightened like a coil waiting to spring. She didn’t want this to be over too soon so she tried to hold back. As if sensing what she was doing, he reached up and took her breasts in his hands. The added stimulation was more than she could fight. She screamed out his name as her world exploded in wave after wave of sensation. Tim wasn’t far behind shouting out his satisfaction as he came.

  He leaned forward pressing a kiss between her shoulders and asked, “You okay?” She nodded, weakly, yes. And she’d probably be sore tomorrow since she’d used muscles she hadn’t exercised in close to nine months. Since Tim had shown up in her life and wiped all other men off her radar.

  ~* * *~

  Tim had been rougher than he meant to be, but she matched him all the way. Still he wanted to show her he wasn’t always such a clod. He brought them under the cooling spray and rinsed them clean. Then he opened the door and grabbed a towel. He put it around her and pulled her close as he did it. She smiled up at him and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. Just a quick brush of the lips, but enough to stir up the embers they should have let burn out.

  They needed a break before round two so he forced himself to put some distance between them. He helped her out of the shower and grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist. Suzie stood there chewing on her bottom lip looking anywhere but at him.

  Not willing to let her regret what they’d done, he opened the bathroom door and scooped her up into his arms. “Which way to the bedroom?”

  She laughed and pointed down the hall. He carried her into a room with a dresser and huge bed. He walked over and dropped her on it. Her towel came undone, and he knew they weren’t done, but there was something he needed to do first.

  “Stay put, I’ll be right back.” He heard rustling as he ran back down the hall.

  Once he reached the kitchen he opened and closed cabinet after cabinet until he found what he was looking for. He filled a huge glass with milk and put two of the chocolate éclairs on a plate. He hustled back to the bedroom and froze in the doorway. Suzie had turned down the bed and dried herself off and was lying there naked waiting for him. His hands shook, and he didn’t think he could find the words to thank her for allowing him to see such a perfect sight.

  He swallowed and started for the bed. “I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite.”

  Tim had no idea the cat had followed him into the room. He moved forward to hand Suzie the glass and he stepped on the poor thing’s tail. The cat wailed, he jumped, the glass of milk hit the floor spilling on the hardwood. He watched the éclairs fly off the plate and land on Suzie’s bare belly. She gasped, but the look on her face was a mix of shock and amusement, not anger like he feared.

  “Is Cuddles okay?” That she was worried about the cat jerked him out of his frozen state.

  He looked down at the cat that was too busy lapping up the milk to care about either of them. “He’s fine. As a matter of fact, he’s given me a great idea.”

  Tim picked up the treats and put them back on the plate. She reached for the edge of towel, but he caught her hand before she could wipe the mess away. He kneeled on the bed and began to do some lapping up of his own.

  “Tim. I already learned the definition of torture.” She laughed and squirmed under his assault.

  “Honey, this isn’t torture. It’s dessert. I think we should have it like this every night,” he said between long wet licks.

  She tunneled her fingers into his hair and arched her back, raising her stomach higher for him. “Just remember I get a turn, too.”

  He hoped so because he was thinking there were quite a few things he wouldn’t mind having her lick off him. And that meant she was serious about being more than a fling. The long haul, he thought with a smile.

  “Believe me honey I counting on giving you lots of turns.” She tugged him up to her and looked him in the eye.

  “That’s good, but next time I go first.” She pulled his mouth down to hers ending the conversation for now.

  If you enjoyed this story, then check out more work by Rita Sawyer. We’ve provided the first chapters from all her titles at Pink Petal Books for your enjoyment!

  A Damsel Without A Dress by Rita Sawyer

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  Falling Hard And Fast

  Chapter One

  Stacey Ottaviano stood in front of the bank of elevators and repeatedly jabbed the call button, as if her actions would make the car arrive faster. Listening to her mother prattle on about who was who, and which people her sister Ally needed to personally thank for coming, was just too much. She needed to get away from the growing crowd of people swirling around the extravagantly decorated ballroom. Stacey turned to her sister and sputtered the only lame excuse she could create, that she needed to run upstairs to fetch her favorite lipstick and fled the ballroom. It wasn’t ingenious, but it would have to do. It would only be a brief reprieve, but she’d take it.

  She hated being a bridesmaid, okay to be technical the Maid of Honor, for her half-sister Ally’s wedding. While she waited for the elevator to arrive, Stacey ran through a mental list of the dozen reasons why she didn’t think being the Maid of Honor was well, such a great honor. To start with, their overbearing mother was twice as bad now that Ally was getting married. Added to the fact, their mother now harped on Stacey to find someone and settle down. Then there was all the wasted time on dress fittings. Fittings for quite possibly the ugliest dress Stacey would ever wear, thanks to her sister Ally. It was a peach orange color, form fitting and strapless.

  Stacey wasn’t all that into little details, so being put in charge of planning the bridal shower and bachelorette party had been its own special form of torture. And helping Ally with all the other wedding arrangements didn’t help her opinion. Stacey knew between the cake tasting and menu, she would have easily put on five pounds. So she’d had to squeeze in a few workouts, which she absolutely hated. She’d endure it all for her sister, except for one thing.

  Having to walk down the aisle with Best Man, Alex Brandelman. He was the biggest, literally, and most persistent flirt she’d ever met. To top it all off, in rehearsals, he held her too tight and danced much too close for her peace of mind. Coming in at well over six-four, and built like a modern version of Hercules, Alex almost made her feel dainty. When he smiled down at her with a twinkle in his blue eyes, he promised Stacey something she wasn’t sure she wanted. He could defro
st a glacier with one look. Oh, she probably needed what he offered, but wanted, no thank you.

  Okay, that was an out and out lie. She wanted him badly, but she wasn’t about to give into her urges. She was an adult and it was well beyond time for her to start acting like one. Her baby sister was getting married! It seemed all her friends, and family, were starting to settle down. They were ready to move on with the new phases of their lives.

  And where was she? Still single. Like most other women, she still searched for her elusive Mister Right. Which meant she refused to let this sexy playboy sweep her off her feet and into the closest bed. No matter how tempting he might be.

  The elevator doors finally slid open with a loud ‘bing’. Stacey stepped inside and stood there, tapping her foot. Pushing the “close” button, she hoped no one else would arrive. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Her nerves were shot. She couldn’t get Alex out of her head. If she wasn’t dealing with his flirting, then she watched him flirt with the other bridesmaids. Oh, not as blatantly, but enough so she noticed. It had gotten to the point that when he wasn’t around, she caught herself looking for him.

  Stacey loved her little sister to death, but there was going to come a day when she got revenge for making her spend so much time with Alex. Not to mention for having to prance around in front of three hundred plus people wearing a skintight dress and killer heels.

  Sure, the dress looked stunning on her sister’s flat-chested, no assed, stick-thin friends. It sure in hell wasn’t designed to be worn by a real woman. Stacey tugged the front higher over her very generous breasts. Why couldn’t her sister have at least chosen something with straps? Looking at herself in the elevator’s mirror walls, Stacy noticed the way her breasts nearly spilled out of the low-cut bodice. The material stretched so tightly across her hips she didn’t need to look to know her ass appeared huge.

  She didn’t even bother staring at her face. She’d done so enough times already, because with her deep brown hair pulled back in a classic up-do instead of the soft loose waves she normally wore, she looked older and her face looked rounder. Neither was something on which she wanted to dwell. And the way the bright peachy color of the dress made her skin look blotchy was just depressing. Stacey preferred deep robust colors, or pale soft colors that complimented her naturally tanned skin. It was a gift from her father’s Italian heritage, she thought, and smiled a real, unforced smile for the first time in days.

  Stacey noticed something black on a fold of her skirt and reached down to brush it off. It moved. Her hand stilled. A scream froze in her throat. A spider, the size of a quarter, crawled up her side. Her whole body trembled with fear. She knew it was irrational to be afraid of something so small, but she was. Gut-churning, scream-inducing, scared-out-of-her-wits, scared. She grabbed the skirt and gave it a hard shake, hoping the spider would fall off. It climbed higher. And faster! Damn its eight legs!

  In a panic, she reached for the zipper under her arm and yanked it down. Whipping the dress to the floor, she kicked it away from her. She edged around the puddle of fabric towards the door in an attempt to get out of the way. The spider crawled into view, and she let out a little squeak. Trapped in the elevator, Stacey couldn’t get away. She had to squish the spider. Knowing there was nothing else she could do, she tentatively stretched out her leg. As if it sensed her movement, the spider dashed to the right and disappeared in the fold of shiny material.

  Emitting a noise part growl, part whine, she stepped on the material. The little bugger slipped out of one fold and into another and her steps became stomps, each one emphasized with a grunt. The spider obviously wasn’t intimidated. It somehow managed to get on to the tip of her shoe.

  “Ewww,” she squealed, waving her hands vigorously as she shook her foot. Luckily, the spider fell off.

  The eight-legged beast scurried back into the pile of cloth. She resumed her stomping, harder this time. The elevator door chimed as the spider surfaced again, this time charging towards her. With one final stomp on the dress, she backed out of the doors into the hall.

  “That’ll teach it.” A familiar deep voice said from behind her.

  Stacey spun around, coming face-to-ruggedly-handsome-face with Alex. Standing with him was a group of older people obviously waiting for the elevator.

  “Good Lord!” An old woman said another chimed in with a not so whispered, “Well I never!”

  “I know,” said an elderly man with a chuckle.

  Stacey searched for a place to hide. Deciding Alex was her best and only option, she ducked behind him and used his body as a shield. A loud symphony of whistles had her looking over her shoulder at a group of young men coming down the hall from the other direction.

  “Hot damn!” One of them shouted.

  ~* * *~

  Alexander Brandelman had been pacing the hall in front of the elevator anxious to get back down to the reception. Ignoring the group of older people standing nearby and eyeing him warily, he stabbed the call button again. One of the women shook her head with a ‘tsk’. Obviously, the expensive tuxedo hadn’t softened his rough edges enough to pass him off as refined.

  He may have mellowed now that his sisters had married and settled down, but he was still too raw to be considered tame. That was something he’d never be. People sensed it, and that was fine with him, since he wasn’t into pretending to be something he wasn’t. That was one of the reasons he’d felt so drawn to Stacey. He’d noticed right off that she had no problem speaking her mind. She didn’t try to act all nice just to keep from rocking the boat, but she didn’t go out of her way to make waves either.

  The bell finally dinged and the door slid open. He let out a sigh of relief, which he sucked right back in almost choking on it.

  Stacey Ottanviano, the woman he’d been craving for the past four months, stood just inside the door stomping on a shimmering orange-ish pile of material, which if he wasn’t mistaken used to be her dress.

  She wore nothing except what he could only think of as do-me high heels, sheer stockings attached to the sexiest pale yellow lace underwear garter belt combo that had little laces up the back and a matching strapless bra. What he spotted just above the edge of her panties had his head spinning.

  Little miss light up my night had a ‘Tramp Stamp’.

  It was an angel unlike any he’d ever seen. She had a crooked halo and tattered white wings stretched over each side of Stacey’s ass. The angel tattoo wore an old-fashioned pin-up style sexy white dress showing off her full breasts, curvy hips, and shapely bare legs.

  It was cute, yet sexy at the same time. And damn if he didn’t want to run his hands over it.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the old women slap the arm of an old fogy trying to sneak a peek. Taking a step to the right, he blocked most of their view.

  She started backing out of the elevator unaware of her audience. Alex would have thought this luscious vision of Stacey was a figment of his imagination, except she made a strangled growling sound that had him smiling.

  “That’ll teach it,” he said, announcing himself and the others as the doors closed.

  The look of panic on her face as the old codgers mumbled and stared ate at his heart. She slid behind him pressing herself against his back, and though it wasn’t the type of touching he had been looking for, his body reacted anyway. An old woman stepped forward and pressed the elevator button as whistles pierced the air. He shoved a clinging Stacy behind him. The old woman jumped back awkwardly.

  “Jezebel.” One of the women hissed.

  “That was rude and uncalled for.” Alex said, peeling Stacey’s hands off him as he turned back around to face the woman.

  “We’ve been coming here for years and never have we encountered such a sight,” the woman said waving her hand in Stacey’s direction.

  “And what a shame,” one of the old men said, giving Stacey a wink.

  Alex slipped his tux coat off and put it around her shoulders. In one sw
ift move, he scooped her up and carried her down the hall. He felt the heat on her cheeks as she buried her face in his neck. He stopped in front of his room door and realized the key card was in his coat pocket. Balancing her with his knee and arm, he slipped his hand inside the coat and tried to ignore the fullness of her breast as he brushed it with his hand. Grasping the key card, he yanked it out and shoved it into the lock.

  The door clicked, and somehow, he managed to open it without dropping Stacey. He walked over and lowered her to the edge of the bed. He resisted the urge to ease her back and cover her body with his. Taking a step back, he turned away, giving her a minute to compose herself. He heard her moving around and looked over his shoulder in time to see her stand and wrap his coat tighter around her.

  “Fucking shit. Shit. This can’t be happening.” She sounded a little hysterical as she walked around the room.

  He stood perfectly still, holding up his hands. “Calm down. Everything’s going to be all right.”

  “This is not going to be all right!” She screamed whipping open the jacket exposing all that tanned flesh and her breasts that looked ready to spill out of her strapless bra. A dangerous thing for a girl her size to be wearing, he thought, unable to hide his smile.

  Red Hot New Year by Rita Sawyer

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  Falling Hard And Fast

  Chapter One

  Sarah stared at the huge brown stain on her brand new, white silk blouse. She had been having one of those days where if it could go wrong, it did. She’d hoped to break out of the funk once she’d arrived at the office, but if anything her day had only gotten worse. The final insult had come when she had only ten minutes left on the clock. One of her father’s underlings had run into her, almost knocking her off her feet. Though she’d managed to stay upright, the bonehead had poured his ooey-gooey peppermint iced coffee down the front of her. The coffee shop in the lobby was still pushing its Christmas-flavored drinks.