This is even better than I hoped it would be.
“Really? Thanks.” Shit! She’d spoken out loud again? Crap. He’d stopped for a moment to grin at her. Gone was the imposing frown and intimidating stare. Instead he looked sweet and charming and for that second she thought he looked like too nice of a guy to be a Dom. Nice guys weren’t Doms and they were never good in bed. At least in her experience.
The moment came and went in a flash and the next thing she knew, Nate was working his way down her body. With brusque passion he grabbed her legs and folded them against her midriff. “Hold these and don’t let go.” His order was harsh with desire and she responded to his command with an eager whimper and clamped onto them by locking her arms around her knees. Thank God for yoga was the last coherent thought she had. Then his big strong hands clutched either cheek of her ass and his mouth descended.
It was like being struck by lightning. Over and over again. His tongue demolished her. He ate her pussy like it was his favorite meal and he was relishing every morsel. Lots of growling and moaning and the jumbled words of reverence were sending her careening off the edge of sanity. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good; it was almost too much to bare.
Bailey heard the cries coming from her open and panting mouth and they turned her on as much as everything else that had happened since she’d stepped into this room. She’d never been a noisy lover and now she had a clue as to why that was.
“Oh my God! I’m coming!” A sentence Bailey had never before spoken without lying.
“God, yes. Yes! Like that. Oh, please don’t stop. Please-don’t-sto-o-o-op!” On the last word Bailey clutched her legs even tighter to her body and bit into her knee as an orgasm tore through her center with almost brutal force.
Yet, still he didn’t stop. He continued to suck,lap, and drink from her even when she became ultra sensitive and started to twitch and jerk with each lash against her clit.
Once, she tried to roll away from the too intense sensations, he only growled louder and commanded, “Hold still, damnit.” In a sexual frenzy and yanked her back into place. Then he sucked her clit in, used his tongue to work it against the roof of his mouth and she was done. Gone.
The next climax hit her like a freight train and the sounds that she emitted didn’t even sound human anymore.
Still in the throes of it, Bailey was lost to all but the swirling colors behind her tightly closed eyes and the waves of desire still crashing their way through her body when suddenly, with a mighty thrust, he was inside her.
His cock felt too large for her over sensitized tissues and the stretch of it was a sweet pain she welcomed with an incoherent stream of ‘yeses’ that she couldn’t staunch or quiet, interspersed with a lot of F-bombs that were totally out of character for her.
Nate pounded into her with throaty groans that rumbled along her skin like a caress. She was still clutching her legs to her middle when he stilled suddenly, grabbed her ankles to drag her unresisting limbs over his shoulders-then leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of her head.
For a heartbeat they stared into each other’s eyes, then slowly, inch by delirious inch, he slid back in. The tilt of her pelvis was aligned perfectly for him and he went so deep she didn’t know how much she could take, sure he’d find the end of her long before he got to the end of him. But finally, mere seconds before she blurted out some nonsense about buried treasure, he was seated to the hilt.
Nate didn’t so much start thrusting then as much as pulsing. Short, sharp and seemingly deeper with every micro movement he flexed against and inside of her and Bailey lost touch with reality. Something was building inside. Deep in her core a pressure grew and grew with each massaging flex from his shaft. He had her completely immobilized in this position and it only added to the mind blowing experience. Before long the movements got sharper, stronger and Bailey’s cries, louder.
She wasn’t going to last. She couldn’t withstand this extreme level much longer without suffering a mental break from reality. It was sex to an extreme she didn’t know was possible and Bailey’s cries of “Oh God!” turned to “Oh Nate! Please, Nate, yes!” And she came with a deep guttural sound that turned to high pitched wails as he too began to climax and his hips pummeled out a furious tempo against hers.
It wasn’t until she felt the tell tale trickle of fluids down the crease of her ass that Bailey realized he hadn’t worn a condom. He was still braced above her and swaying like a drunk as he gazed down into her eyes with a look of total absorption on his face. For a long weighted moment she gazed back. She wasn’t worried about the repercussions to what had just happened and the potentially life changing events they were in store for if one of the many possibilities occurred as a result of unprotected sex. She was on the pill and any other worries could be faced later. Instead she just stared dreamily into eyes of melted chocolate and wished with all her heart that she could stay in this fantasy forever. What’s done was done and she wasn’t about to let worry of a possibility mar this once in a lifetime moment.
He shifted a little as he softened within her and another much larger trickle tickled its way down her body to pool under her butt in an uncomfortably sticky wet spot. Worry wasn’t enough to break the spell, but-
“Umm? We forgot the condom.” She whispered, the magical bubble deflated by discomfort.
It almost made her laugh the way his eyes bugged out and he jumped up and off of her with startling suddenness.
“Shit!” He looked truly panicked and she felt a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m sorry. Man, I am so sorry Bailey. You- No, that’s not right.” He ran a frantic hand through his hair as the opposite hand covered his junk. “I was gonna say you didn’t say anything but that sounds too much like I’m blaming you.” God, could he be any cuter? “I’m not. Not at all.” He continued as he started to snatch up his clothes from the foot of the bed and Bailey frowned as her mouth dropped open in wonder; she realized she didn't remember him taking anything off. But he was well and truly naked. It made her smile.
“It’s okay, Nate.” She said in a soft voice. He was so frantic he wasn’t even dressing himself properly. He’d only managed to get one arm and his head in his still inside out shirt before he started hopping around on one foot as he tried to get his jeans on.
“Umm? Nate?”
“Yeah?” He whipped his head around and the expression on his face was one of comical panic.
“The other leg of your jeans is still inside out.” She pointed just in case the words weren’t enough to penetrate his panicked state.
“What?” he looked at her in shock then at her finger and finally at his pants.
“And your shorts are stuffed in the back of your other leg.”
“What?” He said again in a voice dripping with bafflement as he patted that leg until he landed on the misshapen bulge behind his knee. “Wow. That’s smooth. Classic. Sexy right?” She loved the lopsided grin he shot her. To Bailey’s way of thinking, not a lot of things made a guy more irresistible than an ability to laugh at himself.
“So sexy.” She told him and rolled to her side. She brought her top leg to the mattress to cover her still quivering flesh and hoped she looked casual when she did her best to ‘prop’ up her breasts and plump them for his viewing pleasure as she placed her arm across them and braced her hand on the bed. In her mind the move was flawless, smooth and made her look like a Greek goddess draped across the sex rumpled sheets. She did her best to ignore the voice that whispered she looked like a frowzy floozy who’d had one too many drinks.
When he just stood there and stared at her like she was indeed the goddess of her imagination, warmth bloomed to life inside of Bailey that made her tingle from head to toe.
“What was I saying?” He asked her, still staring, and wow that did more for her self confidence than the last ten pounds she’d dropped.
“Something about the condom we forgot?” She answered with a smile.
“Oh yeah!” He
met her eyes and made a comical ‘eek’ sound with an exaggerated expression to match. “I’m really sorry about that. I lost my head the minute I walked into that room downstairs. Like wow! Bam!” He made a few gestures with his hands and the clothes he still had clutched in them. “My mind narrowed down to cave man brain and I don’t think they had condoms back then so, yeah.” He blushed. Bailey didn’t even try to dim the smile that stretched her mouth in an ear to ear grin at the sight of this gorgeous Dom blushing because of his reaction to her. Talk about ego boost.
“I’m clean.” He told her, catching her smile and giving her a heart stopping one in return. “Never had anything weird or scary happen down there, so you’re safe.”
“I’m clean too. So I guess that makes us even.” His eyes swept over her body once more in an obvious perusal.
“Even?” He told her. “Not by a long shot.” Then he resumed shrugging into his clothes.
“You’re way hotter than me.” The admission-spoken through the shirt he had pulled off to turn right side out and put back on-made her heart feel like it was going to explode.
She’d never been with a guy who made her feel like the ‘hot’ one in the couple. Somehow, she’d always felt more like guys dated her because she was sweet, not hot. Was this what beautiful women feel like all the time? It was a heady rush to be sure and Bailey could get used to this feeling very quickly.
With a sigh of regret, Bailey realized that she should follow Nate’s lead and get dressed as well. She needed to get downstairs anyway and see if Michelle had any luck finding a Dom for herself.
“Aww.” At the sad sound Bailey turned her head to see Nate with the look of a kid who’d just tossed his ball over the neighbor’s fence. “Do you have to get dressed?”
“You got dressed.” She pointed out with a smirk.
“Yeah, but that’s different.” He walked to her and pulled open her bodice, loosening the laces she was in the process of tying and exposing her breasts from him once again. “I don’t have anything nearly as lovely as these to cover up.”
Then he bent forward and took one small pert nipple between his lips. He was gentle, which she appreciated since the rough attention from earlier had made them feel almost sunburned in their sensitivity. The caress of his warm tongue was like a salve to the tender flesh and she let her head droop back and slid both hands into his thick wavy hair in surrender.
There was a clatter of feet and unintelligible voices singing like drunk sailors then the door crashed open and slammed against the wall. Bailey was frozen in shock. She was dressed only in her mostly see through shift, her body was curved back in an arch while Nate had his hands and mouth on her exposed breasts. And there were about half a dozen drunk men ogling them in the doorway.
“Dude!” One called out.
“S’my turn nest?” Garbled another.
“Fuuuuck. Nice.” Said the one in the back who had his hands pushing the heads of the two men standing in front of him to the side like he was parting a curtain.
“You lushy dog you!” And a few more comments that were so garbled she couldn’t make them out.
Nate had frozen in shock too, but only until the comments started pouring in. Then he’d closed her top and shoved her behind him.
“What are you inebriated idiots doing up here? I thought you were enjoying the show.” When half of them tried to reply in unintelligible gibberish and the other half were busy trying to peer around him to get another look at her, Nate waved them off and turned back to Bailey.
“Shit. I’m so sorry about this.” He told her and she could see he meant it. “I’m the D.D. for these idiots tonight or I’d kick their asses out so we could keep going.” She smiled as he spoke not just because of his words, but also because as he spoke he was carefully re-lacing her bodice. It was a very Dom-like thing to do and it made her tummy get all warm and fuzzy.
He opened his mouth to say more and then the words no designated driver ever wants to hear could be heard loud and clear.
“Guys. I don’t feel so good. I think I’m gonna b-“ He never got to finish his statement because he demonstrated right at that moment exactly what he thought he was gonna be and all hell broke loose.
Nate bounded away from her with a curse and dove in as the others’ reactions ranged from laughing and cursing to cheering their comrade on. It was chaos and Bailey decided not to add to the confusion and headed for the door on the other side of the room.
As she made her way down the stairs she let a little kernel of hope take root in her chest that he’d call. She was lost in the fantasy of a happy and exciting romance together. It didn’t dawn on her that they had failed to exchange phone numbers until three days later when she still hadn’t heard from him.
Chapter Two
Two weeks later Nate and some of his buddies were decompressing at their favorite mom and pop diner down the street from the school.
Newlywed Craig who was back from his brief honeymoon was there as well as a few of their other buddies.
“So?” Craig asked him while he cut into his steak. “You find her yet?”
“No.” Nate didn’t need to ask who Craig was talking about. Ever since the night of the bachelor party all any of his friends could talk about was Nate’s ‘big adventure’ as it’s now famously been named.
“Seriously?” Austin demanded around a mouthful of biscuits and gravy. “What’s the big hold up?”
“Yeah, Nate.” Craig said. “Are you even trying to find her?”
“Of course I am.” Nate replied and even he could hear the frustration in his voice. “But, you drunk assholes scared her off with your puking before I could get her number. And I can’t find her by just her first name.”
“Did you try calling the club and asking them?” Craig wanted to know.
“Yeah.” Nate said as he consoled himself with the best chicken fried steak known to man. “Privacy policy. They won’t budge there. So, I’m out of options.”
He never saw the muffin coming.
“What the hell?” Nate brushed at the crumbs that had exploded over his hair and- “Dude! That shit got in my ear! What the fuck is wrong with you?” But even as he said it, it was hard to keep the smile off his face as the guys around the table laughed too.
“You can’t give up, Nate.” Craig told him. “She’s your great white whale. You gotta find her.”
“Really?” Now he was trying not to laugh for a completely different reason. “Great white whale? How did you ever get Julie to marry your clueless ass, moron? Do you call her a whale too?”
But Craig only waved that away and pulled out his cell.
“What’s her name again?”
“Bailey.”
“Bailey what?” Craig demanded impatiently. When Nate remained silent, all eyes turned his way.
“What?!” Nate practically shouted, feeling defensive. “What? She was hot and kneeling there and the dude-who I can’t remember his name either by the way- only says it once.” His voice got stronger as the frustration of his stupid memory lapse got on his nerves too.
“Once! That’s it. How am I supposed to remember a last name when I only heard it once? And remember, you jackasses ruined everything for me. That night turned into a pukefest and I was up to my ankles in barf for the last three hours of it.” It was Nate’s turn to chuck the muffin and when it exploded nicely all over Austin’s chest, Nate felt oddly satisfied by it. “My car still reeks.”
“Sorry.” Austin mumbled, brushing crumbs while he failed miserably at trying to appear repentant. “I couldn’t get the window down. Have you tried an air freshener?”
“Have I tried an air freshener?” Nate wished there was another muffin within reach.
“Yeah, dude. I have. There’s like six of them in my car.”
“Oh.” Austin shrugged. “No harm no foul then.”
“No harm?” Forget muffins, Nate was considering knives now. “No foul? I’ll tell you what’s foul. The air in my fucking car
is foul. You know what old vomit and flowers smell like, Austin? Ass. Ass, Austin. It smells like your ass in there and I wanna punch you in the face every time I get in my car.”
Nate was so focused on bantering with Austin that he had completely forgotten about Craig.
“Found her.” Craig shoved his phone in Nate’s face with a triumphant “Ha!”
“Oh my God.” There she was. Her beautiful face was surrounded by fat curls of streaky blond and light golden brown. She was laughing into the camera in a big open-mouthed grin that made Nate’s heart do summersaults in his chest. “Where did you get that?”
“Facebook moron.” The smug tone went unnoticed in light of his discovery.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? How did you find her without a last name?”
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