Stroke (A Miami Lust Novella Book 2)

by C. M. Lally

  I bury my face in a pillow as the heat rises to my cheeks. I know it’s the color of cherries right now, but I use the pillow to muffle the moan that’s on the tip of my tongue. His fingers work to unbutton my skirt, grazing across my belly every few seconds. Mini-orgasms explode causing my uterus to clench every time his knuckles rub against my skin. The heat of his fingers sets me on fire as they tighten around the waistband. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead and lip — I’m gonna combust if he doesn’t hurry. My body is exploding with micro-bursts of pleasure.

  My skirt and panties come off in one fell swoop together. He tosses the pillow away, and somehow, within a matter of seconds, he’s standing there in nothing but his boxer briefs. “If you’re gonna moan and groan, I want to hear it Cassee,” he says in a low, sexy voice as he crawls up my body. His fingers gather up the edges of my tank top and I sit up slightly, giving him better access to remove it. He tosses it over to the side. And I lay back thanking my gramma for teaching me to always match my bra to my panties no matter the circumstance. Because today, I have my best matching set on. They were supposed to bring me good luck for my interview. Wow. I like that kinda luck. I let out a nervous giggle with that thought.

  “What are you giggling at?” he whispers, nuzzling my neck, planting kisses across my collar bone. His voice is so low and sexy that the vibrations go straight through me down to my now very wet pussy.

  “I was just thinking that I wore my lucky bra and panties today for the interview. I didn’t know they’d be this lucky,” I giggle again, not believing I actually just said that to him. I really need to turn on my filter. He laughs out loud and shakes his head.

  “See. You ar

  simply divine,” he smiles big again, as I watch him graze his light stubble across my cleavage. He reaches across it and twists the clasp on the front closure, causing my breasts to spill out directly into his waiting hands. His thumb caresses one hard nipple as his mouth draws the other into his lips. My hips buck up against his hard on, and realize he still has his underwear on. “We both need to be naked,” I whisper, clutching his waistband and pushing his briefs over his tight ass. His muscles clench as my thumbs pass over, feeling the hardness of it. My pussy wets again when his cock springs forth against it repeatedly as he helps kick them off.

  My nipple pops out of his mouth as he stands to remove his briefs. I watch him stare at me completely bare on the couch, so I stare back. Turnabout is fair play. I shamelessly take in every groove of his body. He’s toned and sexy, but thankfully he’s not one of those more-buff-than-necessary, muscle-bound men that look weird. He’s trim in all the perfect places that I like. My eyes roam down the trail of dark hair leading to his cock, and go wider than I meant to give away. He’s manscaped and beautiful. Of course, my smile follows quickly thinking of the pleasure he’s gonna bring with that monster. My eyes dart to his face and he’s smiling like a proud nude model. Like I said before, they don’t make ‘em like this in Alabama and Georgia.

  He kneels on the carpet and spreads my long legs as far as they’ll go wide, bending them at my knees. His fingers run along the seams of my outer labial lips, pinching the thin fold at the top, before he runs the flat of his tongue up my center. My hips buck again in sheer pleasure, as the tip of his tongue tickles my clit. He sucks gently, pulling my clit into his mouth sucking it hard in long pulls. His fingers stroke my thighs in a gentle massage while his mouth laves on my pussy. I’ve never felt anything more sensuous than his touch. He’s got every nerve ending in my body begging for his fingertips to stroke them too. My orgasm builds with each pull on my clit.

  My ass rises off the couch with each pull. The noises releasing from my throat are getting louder, alternately between an indecipherable moan and “good god”. I fist his hair in my hands, wanting him to bury his face in my pussy and never leave. My legs begin to shake and my uterus clenches in tight twists, his tongue continuing to dance across my clit. I’m climbing higher with each stroke of his tongue on my clit, until he thrusts directly into my pussy, curving the tip of his tongue.

  I explode as he presses into me, coming hard in his mouth. My breath is heavy and loud, my vision is blurry and I tingle all over. My body is thrumming on high. He continues licking and sucking until the crescendo starts to build again. I begin to push his head away from my pussy. I’m nervous and it’s sensitive. I’ve never come twice before. I don’t know if I will survive it. He latches onto my clit like a dog with a chew toy, pulling and growling at me, as I try to push him away. I don’t know if I can handle it. My whimpers are extremely loud. The orgasm is building again. My ass is raising high off the couch cushions now. I try to press my thighs closed to slow down the pressure, but it won’t stop. He presses his thumb into my pussy and pushes down — I explode again, riding his thumb until I feel like I’m floating on air.

  It takes a moment to register that someone is knocking on the door. We both jump up, scrambling to get around each other. I quickly dart to the bathroom and grab my robe off the hook. He begins to get dressed, but I look at him and snap my fingers. “No!” I whisper loudly, wagging my finger at him. “Go in the bathroom...but don’t get dressed!”

  Chapter 5 – Mateo

  I watch her watch me back down the hallway slowly towards the bathroom. She shoo’s me to move faster, and I just laugh and smile big. She finally ties her robe closed, after a few suggestive hand signals from me. I can hear a muffled conversation going on, as I wait in the hallway ready to pounce on someone in case it’s a home invasion. Those are all too common here in Florida, with criminals preying on the elderly.

  All seems to be well when I hear the front door close and the lock latch. I dart into the bathroom before she discovers me lurking. Wow! Looking around and taking in my fill. This is a nice bathroom. It’s very modern with an all glass shower that even has a rain shower head.

  “What are you doing?” she asks with soft bewilderment in her voice. She’s got that shy look on her face again. It’s obvious she’s not been around a lot of men.

  “Who was at the door?” I ask in return, not wanting to reveal my jealousy of her bathroom.

  “Just the neighbor. She heard us,” she admits, dipping her head low so that her curls cover the blush blooming in her cheeks. “I told her I was watching a movie and didn’t realize the volume had crept up.”

  “Good cover, but how are you going to explain it away next time?” I ask, raising my eyebrow in curiosity. Her eyes dart to mine and she looks glorious with pink, flushed cheeks and eyes bright with wonderment.

  “You...umm, you want to do that again?” she stammers in asking, not sure what to do with that bit of information.

  “Well, yes. And more, if you want too? I’d love to show you all the ways our bodies can pleasure each other,” sounding a little more hopeful than a grown man should, but damn, she’s got me turned on like no other woman ever has. “I want you every day until you leave or until you decide you aren’t going away.” I pull on her hips until they are pressed directly into my hard on.

  “Sounds like you think I might change my mind about leaving,” she replies with a surety to her voice.

  “I’m gonna try my hardest,” I grind my hard cock into her again, “to make you change your mind and stay.”

  “Why?” she asks in a childlike voice. “You just met me.” She’s fiddling with the tie on her robe and won’t look me in the face, so I tilt her chin upwards with my index finger and press my lips to hers softly. It’s a whisper of a kiss, but it’s backed with strong emotion. I back her out of the bathroom as I kiss her, not really wanting to lay my heart on the line in a bathroom.

  “Which room are you staying in?” I whisper, waiting for her eyes to open, kissing the tip of her nose. She takes my hand and leads me to a side bedroom. It’s fully furnished and decorated in peach, with a few suitcases lined up against the wall. I hope those are empty, meaning she’s not ready to leave at a moment’s notice. “Please get in bed and take that robe off. I’
ll be right back.” I run out and get the condoms in my wallet, not even knowing if this is going to happen. I’m okay if it doesn’t, but damned I’d better be ready if it does. She’s got a bright future, and I’m not fucking that up for her.

  I practically race back to her, and as I open the door, the robe slides down her backside, over the curve of her ass, and flutters to the floor. Her olive skin coloring shows no tan lines, and those sexy curls cascade down her back, bobbing just over the swell of her hips. I come undone emotionally. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how I’m going to let her go, so I better make her stay.

  I approach her from behind and gather her hair in my hands, pushing it over her shoulder. My knuckles lightly graze her skin and she shivers. Goose bumps appear down her back, and I lean in kissing them. Before my last kiss touches the soft indentation of her back, she steps away from me walking to the bed. Teasing me. Her hand swings behind her back and one finger crooks, motioning for me to follow.

  I’m practically panting watching her walk. Her hips sway gently as toned muscles bulge and flex, begging to be caressed and massaged. She suddenly turns and drops to her knees, pulling me into her. Her hands brand her touch to the backs of my thighs as she moves me into the position she wants. My knees go weak for a moment in anticipation of her mouth on me.

  Cassee is curious by nature. In the few hours that I’ve known her, I’ve already learned that she tilts her head to the side when she’s thinking or trying to figure something out. It’s adorable. She’s fucking adorable, as her head tilts and she studies my dick. Her long fingers reach out and stroke its entire length with her fingertips, swooping up when she gets to the base. I’m shaved and extremely sensitive to touch there, so I shiver slightly and watch her fingers pull away in fright. “It’s alright. You didn’t hurt me. You just hit full throttle on my power switch.” She laughs, releasing the fairy chiming again.

  Tentatively, she reaches out again and rubs my balls, pulling down on them gently, rubbing and encircling them like a set of dice. My dick jolts upwards from the heat of her hands and hovers right at her mouth. It knows what it wants by now. She opens up to it, taking it in slowly at first, sucking on the tip. I release a hiss of breath, it feels fucking phenomenal. Encouraging her on, I caress her cheeks with my thumbs and hold her head steady as the crown passes through her lips and stretches towards the back of her throat. In and out, in and out as she sets an easy pace of breathing and sucking.

  My god, she’s amazing. The flat of her tongue runs along the vein of my dick as I slide down into her throat. She swallows slightly— good god that feels naughty as fuck. My cock engorges with that thought. She picks up even more speed, pleasing me and releasing little whimpers of noise that only make me harder for her. I got myself off this morning in the shower, so she’s got a long way to go before I come. My dick wants to feel her tight heat around me. With each stroke of her tongue, I want her desperately. Like a craving that I keep passing on, it gets stronger second by second, until...

  I’m a strong man, but she weakens my will. Pulling gently on her hair, the suction of her mouth releases from my dick. I scoop her up and lay her on the bed, leaning in and taking her breast into the heat of my mouth. Both nipples are thick and hard, teasing me to suck them. They jut out, begging for me to continue giving them my attention, but I’ve got a burning need to kiss her. Her hands burn my skin with her touch. She scratches me trying to hang on, leaving half-moon marks as she clings to me in desperation. We both have needs that are consuming us tonight.

  I crawl up her body to kiss those luscious lips. Her lust-filled eyes beg me for more. “Cassee, have you been fucked before?” I ask, checking her sexual status. Her eyes are closed, as I watch her body convulse with need. She swallows hard and shakes her head no.

  “I’ve had sex before, but it wasn’t anything like this,” she admits breathlessly. “I don’t even know if this is real yet.”

  I laugh. She’s always so honest, and her words make me feel ten feet tall and thick as fuck. I’m holding myself above her, but all I want to do is plunge in deep. Her hand roams down between us, stroking me again. Pulling me. “I need you,” she whispers. “Now.” She hands me the condom I laid on the bed next to her. It’s already open and ready.

  I wrap myself up, and lean forward sucking her bottom lip into my teeth. She hisses, and licks my lips with the tip of her tongue. Sexy as fuck. With her hips tilted upwards to mine, I can’t wait any longer and dive into her heat. If I were a less experienced man, I’d come right now in hitting her velvet pussy. It’s soft and hot, and fucking wet like a hurricane. She’s dangerous to me. She owns me. I already know it; this simply confirms it. I don’t care where I need to be for the rest of my life, as long as it’s with her.

  I pause deep inside her. I’m just not sure if I want to move. Ever. Because moving means I’ll eventually come and finish and I’m just not ready for that. Maybe I won’t ever be ready. There’s a rush of emotions to my brain and they’ve got me thinking thoughts like “ask her to stay”, “ask her to move here”, and loudest of all— “ask her to marry you”. Normally thoughts like that would soften my dick and the evening would be over, but not tonight, and not with her. For once, I feel like running towards a person and surrendering it all. She’s perfect for me. I’ve just got to convince her of it.

  “Is everything okay?” she asks, pausing to scratch her nails along my stomach muscles, releasing a wave of heat that rolls through my body.

  “Yes, everything is absolutely perfect,” sighing loudly with a wondrous smile on my face, for once feeling as happy as I look.

  She wraps those gorgeous long legs around my waist, and I plunge into her again, deeper and stronger, while she claws at my shoulders to hold on. I push her knees down and spread her wide, holding on tightly with a sweaty grip. I rock her higher onto my cock, pumping against her clit. She swallows her broken moans, screaming “Mat, faster” and “Oh, God!” Her fingers twist and pull the sheets in her climax. Her eyes roll back into her head, as I feel her orgasm squeeze tight and then gush onto my dick. It’s too much. The warmth of her release pushes my orgasm, and I can’t hold back any more. The dam breaks and I fall forward onto her chest in a heaping mess of sensation and lust.

  We stick to each other in a tangled mess of sweat, but there’s no place else I’d rather be. “God damn, baby. That was the best ever,” I groan, too weak to say anything else. I stick my tongue out and tickle her nipple, before sucking it into my mouth one last time. “I’ve never fucked to exhaustion before,” I admit in a voice full of amazement and a little bit of shock. “I wanna do that again every waking moment of every day.”

  “Hahaha. I believe they call that sexual slavery, Mateo,” she chastises me. “That’s illegal in this country, and should be in all others.”

  “Don’t I know it,” I groan, rolling over and pulling the sheet on top of us. “I need you to do me a favor, okay?”

  “Okay. What is it?” she asks, without a moment of hesitancy. See, if that were me, with the family that I was raised in and being jaded as fuck, I would never agree without hearing the favor first. But she’s a good heart and soul, and I hope she’s always that way. Innocent. I brush a strand of hair back off her shoulder and watch goose bumps rise on her skin from my touch.

  “In the morning, when you wake up and I’m gone from you— don’t doubt for one second that what we did was wrong. It was right,” she blinks and I watch her eyes turn from a clear, summer blue to a deep, majestic purple. “It was so damn perfectly right, and I’m going to prove it to you. You’re never going to want to leave me. Just don’t doubt us before we get the chance to be everything you’ve ever wanted. Okay?” She swallows and nods her head, snuggling closer to me and tracing little circles with her nails in the hair on my chest. I hear her sigh and whisper, “Perfect.”

  Chapter 6 – Cassee

  He’s funny, courteous, and very smart. Check. Check. And check again. H
e’s also self-confident, but not too much so that he can’t laugh at himself. Check. He’s observant and intuitive. Check and check—well, that’s it. He checks all my boxes for perfect. Plus there’s a bonus, he pays attention to the little details in our conversations, and uses them to start other conversations. I like that in a man. Yes...yes I do.

  My pappy always listened to and watched my gramma and would come home with little surprises for her when he thought she would like something. Sometimes he would let me help. It was never because he’d done wrong, but always because he loved her and wanted to see her eyes sparkle back at him. Sigh. Her eyes...they were the most amazing cornflower blue, just like mine, but no one ever notices them. I wonder if Mateo is romantic like that. Probably not. Most men my age aren’t. Or they’re romantic enough to get a girl into their bed and then it ends just as quickly as it began. How do people my age fall in love anymore?

  Speaking of falling in love, Mateo stayed last night until I started to doze off on the couch. We had moved there to watch a movie at my suggestion. After all that romping around with him, I wasn’t tired, but energized. We were all tangled up on the couch when suddenly, I jerked awake. You know that feeling you get when you’re comfortable. So comfortable that you feel like you’re falling, but you’re already laying down so you don’t actually fall anywhere. Yeah, I jumped, and so he jumped. We both laughed, and then he kissed me again so softly, but he had to cut us off from more sexy time when he remembered that we were out of condoms. Now that’s a responsible guy.

  He’s also super sexy, and beautiful, and freakin’ phenomenal at pleasing women. Women. Yeah, I bet there’s been lots of those, but I’m not gonna think about that now. He asked me to give us a chance, and that’s what I’m gonna do. I mean, I’ve been with other men, and old relationships shouldn’t count when new ones start. I glance down at the male bikini bottoms in my hand. “Oh, darn it. See what you did there Cassee?” That’s a weak stitch and it’s gonna fall apart again. I need to get my mind off him and concentrate on my sewing, or I’m never gonna make it through this pile.