by A. K. Evans
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, his voice rough.
“Wes,” I said, reaching out to him.
I grabbed him at the waist of his jeans and pulled myself to him. Wes wrapped his arms around me and I relished the feel of his solid body next to my soft skin. It felt so good and I felt safe and protected in his arms. He unhooked my bra, put his hands to the straps at my shoulders and carefully slid them down my arms. His hands came up my sides and his thumbs rubbed back and forth across my nipples. I moaned as I felt the wetness pool between my legs.
He kissed me again, then picked me up with one hand under my knees and the other at my back. He continued to kiss me as he walked. I didn’t pay attention to where he was walking; I was too preoccupied with kissing him so I just kept my arms wrapped around his neck. He stopped walking soon enough and gently placed me down on a bed and put his large body on top of mine, carefully adjusting his weight in his arms. Wes didn’t stop kissing me, but soon moved his mouth down my throat and finally took one nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked paying special attention to one side before moving to the other side.
He began moving further down my body kissing as he went along. When he finally reached the top of my panties he gripped each side at my hips with his hands and slowly slid them down my legs. He sat back, his ass resting on the heels of his feet while he looked down at me lying in his bed. One of his hands trailed lightly and excruciatingly slowly from my knee up my thigh. Finally, his fingertips were at my center and they gently slid through my folds.
“Christ. You’re soaked.”
Wes slowly slid one finger inside me and then slid it out just as slowly. It felt remarkable. He continued his assault on my sensitive body gliding his finger in and out of me while staring at my naked form.
“Wes, please,” I breathed. I knew I sounded breathy, but it had been nearly two years since I had had sex.
“What do you want, Charley?” he asked looking in my eyes.
“You.”
Wes got up off the bed, pulled the rest of his clothes off, and my eyes took in his entire body. I finally had all the proof of what I knew was hiding under his clothing. This man had an impressive body. It was all lean, hard muscle and absolutely mouth-watering. He opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched as he tore open the foil packet and sheathed himself. When I dropped my eyes to his manhood, I licked my lips.
Wes came back to the bed and positioned himself between my legs. His lips were brushed right up next to mine. “This mouth,” he growled, “So fucking pretty.” He kissed me wet and deep. With the tip of him positioned at my entrance, Wes slowly slid about halfway inside me and didn’t move.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
“Please, Wes. Please move.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Please, I need you.”
Apparently, that was all Wes needed to hear because he immediately pushed himself the rest of the way in and filled me. Everything Wes did up to this point was slow and controlled. Once he pushed himself completely inside me, he lost that control. His hips thrust rapidly back and forth. With all of the touching and teasing that led to this point I was already on the brink of an orgasm. Wes kept pounding into me and I could feel myself getting close.
“Let go,” Wes encouraged me as he continued to power himself into my body.
I let go. It was magnificent. Wes drew out my pleasure as he slowed his thrusts. When I came down from my orgasm his pace picked up again and Wes reached his climax as he groaned and then called out, “So gorgeous. Fuck, Charley.”
After he came down from his orgasm, Wes moved to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He made his way back into the bedroom and climbed into the bed next to me.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
He moved his hand down my body and cupped my sex. “I mean here. Did I hurt you?”
My belly fluttered at his concern for me. “No, Wes, you didn’t hurt me.”
I stared at him for some time, feeling sleepy. Wes was so close to me, I felt so warm, and I’d just had sex for the first time in two years after spending several hours snowboarding earlier that day. I was wiped out and sleep overtook me.
Chapter 9
Charley
I opened my eyes. It was dark and I was not in my bed. Then it all came rushing back. I had dinner with Wes and then he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. Now, I was awake with his front to my back and he was lightly tracing his fingers over the skin at my hip. It felt so good. I gave my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness and then I turned so that I was lying on my back, which meant Wes’ hand was now sitting very low on my abdomen. When I looked at him he was up on one elbow, his head resting in his hand, and he was looking down at me smiling.
“I was just lying here thinking that we ate dinner, but we didn’t have dessert.”
Ok, definitely wasn’t expecting that. “You made dessert?”
“No, I bought dessert earlier today. But, now that I’m here I think I need a different kind of dessert,” he paused. After a moment, his hand drifted lower and found my core. At the same time, he bent his head so his lips were close to mine and he whispered, “I want to taste you, gorgeous.”
I swallowed. Wes kissed my lips. Then, he slid down my body and took each of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. After giving them the attention they deserved he worked his way further down my body and tasted me.
I moaned. Wes swept his tongue straight up my center before pushing inside me. His tongue pushed in and out of me for several beats and then he moved his mouth to my clit, while he slid his finger inside me. It was glorious. My hands fisted the sheets and I ground myself into his face and finger. He kept at me and it wasn’t long before I felt the orgasm building deep in my belly. Wes slid his finger out and replaced it with his tongue again. He wrapped both of this arms under my thighs and splayed his hands across my abdomen. It was too intense and I couldn’t pull away with the position he had me in. Wes continued his barrage of pleasure while I writhed, my breathing becoming quick and shallow. This encouraged Wes and his hands moved from my abdomen to my hips where he gripped me tight and restricted my movement. I reached down, put my hands on the back of his head, and pulled his face further into me. This made him groan and work his tongue even faster in and out of my body. And then I was over the edge.
“Oh, Wes,” I moaned as I came.
Wes slowed the strokes of his tongue until I came down from my orgasm and then before I had any time to think he slammed his cock inside of me.
“Fuck, Charley,” he said, his voice almost growling.
Wes pounded into me, stroke after delicious stroke, and I angled my hips to meet his with every thrust. He was relentless and the next thing I knew another orgasm was building. Wes kept thrusting, one hand now supporting his weight on the bed beside my head, the other with a firm hold on my breast. I could tell he was getting close as the noise he was making from the back of his throat got louder. He swiped his thumb across my nipple, then gently pinched the pink bud between his thumb and finger. My body exploded at the same time Wes found and groaned loudly through his pleasure. His body collapsed on top of mine before he quickly rolled to the side, taking me with him.
We stayed like this for a few minutes, catching our breath before Wes got up to deal with the condom. He came back to the bed and I could just barely see the grin on his face.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had,” he said, draping his arm over my hip around my back and pulling me towards him.
I smiled as I rolled to my side and faced him.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I spoke.
“I need to find my clothes.”
“I think you look just fine without them, gorgeous. Just close your eyes and sleep.”
I rolled my eyes and got up to search for my panties. “Wes, I need to get dressed and go home.”
“Stay,” he said
pressed up on his elbow now watching me put my undergarments back on.
“I can’t stay. I need to get home; I have work tomorrow. And Emme will worry.”
“Emme?”
“Best friend and roommate. She’ll panic if I’m not home.”
“So, call her and tell her you won’t be home tonight so she doesn’t worry.”
“It’s not that. I need to go home or she’ll be alone. I can’t leave her alone.”
“Why not?”
Now I was beginning to panic. “Wes, please. I have to go. I’ll call a cab to get me so you don’t have to go back out tonight.” I walked toward the door of his bedroom so I could find my way back to the clothes he removed out in the great room. I turned to look back at him, “Thank you for dinner…and dessert. I had a great time tonight.”
With that, I walked out of the room, down the hall, around through the foyer, past the dining room, and into the great room. I found my bra and jeans and pulled them on. I located my top and bent over to pick it up when I heard Wes come into the room. I turned around to face him and saw that he had his jeans back on and was walking toward the coffee table where his shirt had landed earlier. He tugged it on.
“What are you doing?” I asked, now putting my booties back on my feet.
“I’m taking you home.”
“Wes, really, it’s no problem for me to call a cab.”
“It’s a problem for me if you call a cab. I’ll take you home. I picked you up in my truck, brought you here for dinner, fucked you once, ate you once, and then fucked you a second time. I’m not sending you home in a cab. No man who’s a real man does something like that, unless he really is a dick and doesn’t give a shit. And Charley? I’m not a dick.”
Ok, so that was good to hear. I mean, he didn’t have to say it like that, but it got the point across.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Don’t have to thank me, gorgeous. Would rather have you here with me tonight, but seeing how you insist you’ve got to get home to your girl, I’m going to make sure that you get there safely.”
My belly fluttered again at his words and I realized I was in big trouble. I didn’t respond and decided to finish getting dressed by grabbing my jacket off the chair at the kitchen island. Wes put his boots on and walked toward the door leading out to the garage. He opened the door and allowed me to walk ahead of him. Opening the door to his truck, he let me in before walking around to the other side to get in. Then, he drove me home and walked me to my door. Wes kissed me at my door, told me he’d see me tomorrow for my lesson, and then waited until I locked my door before he walked away. I loved that he cared about my safety, all the while hating what it made me feel.
*****
Wes
I felt like a zombie. I’d barely gotten any sleep. After taking Charley home last night, I drove back home thinking about my night with her.
It had been brutal all week with being around her giving her lessons and then kissing her every night after I walked her to her car. I could kiss her mouth for hours and never tire of it. Problem was, that was all that was happening and I was having to take care of business with my hand every night. I was over that. When I heard her co-worker tell her to enjoy her night off on Thursday, I had to jump at the chance to be her plans for that night.
I picked her up that night and it was the first time I’d seen her not in either work clothes of casual jeans and a t-shirt or snowboarding gear (though, I’ll admit seeing her for the first time decked out in Blackman gear was fucking hot). Fuck me if she didn’t knock me off my feet, with her form fitting jeans, sexy as hell boots, and just low enough shirt. Charley sized me up and licked her lips. That mouth. I had to get her out of there and into my truck if we were going to eat dinner.
The dinner conversation was nice; though, I noticed her need to quickly change topic on a few occasions. I did not want to ruin the evening with her, so I decided not to press. Clearly, she was not ready to talk, but it definitely bugged the shit out of me that she didn’t talk about family or friends (other than to tell me about Emme) and I learned that she’d just moved here from California. Not that I was complaining, but I wanted to know why she moved here.
After dinner, we fucked. She was so fucking tight and wet. After we finished, she dozed off and I let her sleep for a bit while I sat there thinking about this girl who, until I started giving her snowboarding lessons this week, only ever seemed to work herself to exhaustion. Nobody understood better than me a person’s need to pour themselves into their work, especially after a bad breakup (maybe that’s what happened?), but I was at least working to build a business. She was waiting tables and serving coffee. This was not to take anything away from what she chose to do, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why that was all she seemed to have going on, and again, it bugged the shit out of me.
She woke not more than thirty minutes later and I knew I had to have her again, but only after I had my mouth on her. The way she came alive for me while I brought her to climax with my mouth and then with my dick was awesome. It was like she was trying to give me everything she could and I was more than willing to take what she had to offer. Problem, again, was I wanted more.
I had hoped to have her stay and spend the night with me; unfortunately, she all but demanded that she get home because Emme couldn’t be left alone. I asked what she meant by that and I could see the panic take over her features. As much as I wanted to know what would distress her so much I did not want to be the one to cause any more stress for her so I let it go.
And then, even though I’ve not let her walk to her car alone after work one day since meeting her, she thinks I’m going to let her get in a cab at that hour? What. The. Fuck. It’s like the girl has no care for her own personal safety.
When I got back home after dropping her off, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about her. Everything from why she moved here from California to why she seemed guarded so often. My thoughts then drifted to the fact that she rocked my world by actually showing interest in snowboarding and then rocked my world again when I realized she was actually really good at it. And of course, I couldn’t help but think about how great it was to finally sink myself deep inside her and then hear her call my name from that mouth. That fucking mouth was so goddamn beautiful.
I finally fell asleep, but the alarm went off not even four hours later. I could have easily gone back to bed, but then I’d have to give up something, either time at work, which I really couldn’t have happen with the new warehouse, or snowboarding lessons with Charley, which really wasn’t fucking happening. I got out of bed, showered, grabbed breakfast, and made my way to work.
I walked into the new warehouse that morning and confirmed that everything was still going as it should for the construction and that it was all still on schedule for completion within the next two weeks. It would be finished just before Christmas. After checking on the construction status, I made my way to my office. It was so early that I was the only one in office. I found that I enjoyed having that time in the office alone to work without interruptions and it was when I was most productive.
Being that it was the holiday season and we were also at the beginning of the ski season Blackman Boards was extraordinarily busy. Boards, boots, bindings, and apparel were being cranked out rapid fire to keep up with the demands.
I had already gotten a solid two hours of work in before the first employees had begun to file in. An hour later, Stone and Luke had both made their way in to the offices. As they passed my office I called out to get their attention and they both stopped and walked in.
“Hey man. How’s it going?” Luke asked.
“Good. Construction is coming along nicely and everything seems to be on track with completion right before Christmas.”
“Sweet. It’s going to be nice to have everything under one roof again. At least now, you’ll have the space.”
“Agreed,” I said.
“So, we’re still ridin
g today, right?” Stone asked, then continued, “I know you and Zane took the fire boards out and did some testing.
“Yeah. Definitely riding today. We got through the entire Fire line up, but I need your input on them. The line is meant for pipe riding, which is why Zane’s input along with yours is critical,” I answered, looking to Stone.
I turned my gaze to Luke. “I know pipe isn’t your typical gig, but I want you testing them, too. Zane and Stone can give me the usage data I need, but if someone is going to break them, it’ll be you.”
“I’ll do my best. Hopefully you won’t have to have a major redesign,” Luke answered. “Any idea on the progress of the Air line up?” he asked.
The Air snowboard model would be the second in the Elements Series to be released. The boards in this line would be geared towards the big air and big mountain riding. Luke could ride pipe with the best of us, but big air was his thing.
