Sex God

by J. a Melville

  Of course I knew it would be unwise to imagine that this night could end up being anything more than the one night every other woman got from him. He’d made it clear he didn’t do relationships. My brother had made it clear Shay didn’t do relationships. I just had to settle for what this was: one night.

  “Did you drive here?” I asked him to break the strained silence and he nodded.

  “I always drive. I don’t drink much and when I do, never to excess. I don’t like being out of control.” Again he frowned.

  It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if that was because he needed his wits about him for picking up women and then disposing of them again once he was done for the night, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to do or say anything that might ruin this moment.

  Instead I went with my instincts and stepped up to him until we were nearly touching. Tipping my head back so I could look into his eyes, I reached out and cupped him through his jeans. “Let’s get out of here. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. Take me back to your place and fuck me Shay.”

  His only response was a harshly indrawn breath before a hand dropped to the one I had cupping the hardness I could feel behind the denim. He curled his fingers around mine and tugged, forcing me to release him and with my hand swamped by his much larger one, he turned and continued to walk through the carpark so rapidly I had to run at times to keep up.

  I had no idea which car was his so I had no choice other than to keep up with him, but eventually he stopped beside a burnt orange coloured Ford which had a wide black stripe running down the side of it. It gleamed under the dim lighting of the carpark, the metallic paint seeming to shift and change colour depending on the angle I looked at it.

  Shay unlocked the car and opened the passenger door, waiting for me to climb in. Once I was settled, I fought to get my breathing under control before he made it around the car to the driver’s side. My heart was beating so fast I wondered if it might burst under the strain and I was trembling. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to stop.

  When he got in the car and started it up, I grinned at the deep throaty rumble of the engine. So Shay liked his toys.

  “What are you smiling at?” He took me by surprise with his question.

  “Your car. It’s a V8. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Boys and their toys.”

  “I like the power. You can’t tell me that sound doesn’t excite you?” I could see the gleam in Shay’s eyes. Men and their cars, they were all the same.

  “Why don’t you show me then?” I smiled at him and he grinned, his earlier tension seeming to have lifted for now.

  He simply nodded and backed the car out of its spot in the carpark. Only when he turned it onto the road did he put his foot down and the car surged forward with a squeal of tyres. The loud rumble of the engine filled the cabin in response to the pressure of his foot and as it accelerated I was thrown back in my seat.

  It was exhilarating and exciting, and I dropped my head back on the headrest my eyes trained out the window, watching the lights of the city as we passed them by.

  It didn’t take long and I could see we were leaving the city. That surprised me. I’d have thought Shay would live right in the CBD. It would make it easier for him with the procession of women that undoubtedly passed through his doorway.

  “Where do you live?” I finally asked when we hit the highway.

  “Primrose Sands.” He replied, not taking his eyes off the road.

  “Wow. That far from the city?” I knew I probably sounded surprised but that was because I was. “That’s a fair drive each time you—“ I trailed off.

  That got his attention for a moment. “Each time I what?”

  “You know.” I gave him a pointed look but he still looked confused. “Oh for crying out loud Shay. Let me put it to you this way. The women. All the women. I guess I expected you to have a more convenient location to take them to.”

  He didn’t respond and I kept silent after that. I had probably already pissed him off if the tightness of his jaw was any indication. I was too far from home to risk him calling this night off now.

  “I take them to my apartment.” He finally said.

  “You have something in the city? What? A fuck pad?”

  He nodded a troubled look on his face.

  “So why are you taking me to Primrose Sands?” I couldn’t help asking. He’d been nearly ready to fuck me against the wall of the club which I presume meant he was as desperate for me as I was for him. If we’d gone to his apartment we probably would have been in bed by now. “Why are you taking me to your home?”

  He turned briefly to look at me and I could see he was frowning again, his brows drawn together. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.” He replied before returning his attention to the road.

  Shay

  I couldn’t answer Lyla’s question about my home and why I was taking her there. Fuck, I couldn’t explain it to myself let alone her. Maybe it was her. Something about her that made me feel uncomfortable about taking her to the place that had seen so many women and where I’d had a lot of sex.

  Perhaps it was because she was Leo’s sister that made it different. Some inherent desire not to disrespect her like that. I grimaced. I didn’t want to think too hard about why I was driving her to my home. The apartment would have been quicker. I’d be inside her by now if we’d gone there.

  Silence fell between us and we didn’t speak for the rest of the drive. I didn’t really have anything to say to her anyway. Small talk had never been my thing. When finally I pulled into my driveway and hit the remote to open the garage door, I heard Lyla’s gasp.

  “Holy hell. You have a Porsche?”

  I groaned to myself. That was one of the reasons I didn’t bring women here. I didn’t like to broadcast that I had money. Money attracted another type of woman. It attracted the leeches and I had no desire to have a woman in my life for anything beyond a few hours and I sure as hell didn’t want any who saw me as a potential meal ticket.

  “Yes.” I only gave her the one word answer, determined not to get involved with any explanations. I didn’t owe her any after all. If that didn’t satisfy her then too bad.

  She nodded and nothing about her expression suggested she was pissed with my stilted answer.

  I walked to the door that led from the garage into my home. Pausing, I turned back to Lyla. It still surprised me to see her with me and a part of me needed to be sure she wanted to be here. Once I took her everything would change. She would no longer just be my friend’s sister. She would be an ex fuck of mine.

  “Do you still want me? Do you still want to be here?” I couldn’t look at her as I asked the questions. I kept my eyes trained on the floor, still unsure how I would react if she changed her mind.

  “Yes.” Now it was her turn to give the one word reply but it didn’t matter. It told me all I needed to know.

  I beckoned her to me, watching the gentle sway of her hips as she walked towards me. Once she was by my side I took her hand and led her into my home.

  My initial desire was to drag her caveman style straight through to my bedroom but I didn’t. I needed to take the time to rein in my lust for her. The last thing I wanted was to go at her like some out of control animal. I hadn’t earned my title of Sex God by taking care of my own needs first and I wasn’t about to start now. I wanted to give Lyla a night she wouldn’t forget. Given I was already aware that she’d had men incapable of bringing her any real pleasure, it was even more important for me to be the one to give it to her.

  “Do you want a drink?” I asked her and she nodded. “Wine, beer, non-alcoholic?”

  “Wine please.” She followed me when I moved across the large room heading for the kitchen.

  As I grabbed a glass and poured the wine, I watched as she wandered around my home. Occasionally she stopped and ran her fingers over a table or ornament until the floor to ceiling windows that ran along one wall of my home drew her attenti
on, and with a gasp she walked towards them.

  I headed for her with the glass of wine, my eyes moving up and down her as she stood looking so beautiful in a black dress that clung to her body in all the right places and that contrasted so dramatically with her silvery blonde hair.

  When I reached her, she didn’t turn to me but her eyes met mine through our reflections in the glass. Not breaking away from her gaze, I slipped my arms around her, one circling her waist and the other passing her the wine glass.

  She raised it to her lips and as she swallowed, I lowered my head, inhaling her scent, feeling her shiver at my touch.

  “You smell so fucking good.” I whispered against her skin, running the tip of my tongue from that sensitive spot behind her ear to her collarbone. Again she sipped from her wine but I could see her hand was shaking.

  Lifting my head to watch her, I brushed her hair to one side before slowly beginning to slide down the zip that ran up the back of her dress. As it glided down, my eyes lowered to the smooth, tanned skin that was revealed. God, she was perfect. A blemish free canvas for my eager gaze.

  Taking the glass from Lyla since it was hanging from her limp fingers, I turned and placed it on the low coffee table before stepping back up behind her. Gently I ran my hands over her shoulders pushing her dress off them until it slipped down, snagging her hips briefly. It hung there for a moment before gliding over the curve of her ass and landing in a pool of fabric around her feet.

  My eyes lifted to her reflection again and I felt desire slam through me when I saw what she’d been wearing under the dress. Her breasts, her beautiful breasts, neither too big nor too small were showcased to perfection in a black lacy push up bra. She wore a black thong made from fabric so sheer I could see her bare pussy through it.

  She was stunning; her skin a rich honey colour but what really made my cock twitch in my jeans was the black garter she wore with a pair of black stockings. I hadn’t expected that and I was curious. Did she wear them because she’d wanted to get laid tonight?

  “You are so fucking sexy.” I whispered, trailing my fingers down Lyla’s neck to her bra straps where I then followed them down, tracing the lace that made up the edge of each cup. I heard her breath hitch and I smoothed my palms over her breasts, rubbing up and down, back and forth, feeling the nipples harden through her bra.

  As I touched her I could hear her breathing getting faster and her body shifted restlessly, her back arching, pushing her breasts more firmly into my hands. It wasn’t enough though. I wanted more. I needed to touch her sweet pussy and to feel how wet she was. Abandoning one breast I moved a hand down until I reached the elastic of her thong. Sliding my fingers past the silk and lace I continued down until my hand was between her legs.

  I didn’t need to breach her slick folds to see if she was wet. I already knew she was by the humid heat coming off her and the soaked strip of fabric between her legs. Knowing she was so aroused caused a moan to rumble its way up my throat and I swallowed it down before she could hear it.

  Lyla sighed and a dewy sheen broke out over her body. Again I lowered my head breathing her in, absorbing the scent of her arousal, her perfume and her. God she was every man’s wet dream seeing her like this and we’d barely started. She was going to wreck me but I needed more. I needed to taste her.

  Turning her in my arms I brought my lips down heavily on hers. She opened to me immediately and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, kissing her with a desperate kind of passion. I couldn’t seem to stop. I didn’t want to stop but I had to because it wasn’t enough anymore. I needed my lips on more than just hers.

  When finally, reluctantly I lifted my head I could see the glaze of passion in her eyes and I knew it was time. “Come sexy girl. It’s time to take you to bed.” I told her, my voice husky, before lifting her into my arms and carrying her to my bedroom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lyla

  My body was buzzing. I felt like I was on fire. God, what was it with this man? He’d barely touched me yet. Nothing more than to remove my dress and touch my breasts. He’d brushed a hand between my legs and he’d kissed me and suddenly he had me incapable of doing anything more than respond to him. Every single nerve ending in my body was tuned into him. Right now, he was all I could think about with the remaining part of my brain that hadn’t been fried from his touch and kiss.

  As he carried me towards his bedroom, I gave into the desire to press my nose to his neck. He smelt so good, so unbelievably good. If he were a drug I’d be an addict for sure. With all the hunger of an addict I gave into my need. As he carried me, making me feel like I weighed nothing to him, I nipped at his neck before licking over the tiny mark I saw bloom on his skin, savouring the taste of him.

  He hissed at my bite, his grip tightening on me and when finally we reached his bedroom, he threw me onto the bed where I bounced once, twice, squealing as my limbs flailed before I settled on the mattress.

  I barely had time to raise my eyes to his and he was on me, his lips against my neck, kissing a path down to that sensitive spot where it met my shoulder.

  “So you want to play rough?” He asked, nipping me hard enough to make me cry out. My hand shot up to the area that still smarted from his teeth, just as he leapt up again, standing by the bed. He stood looking down at me, hands on his hips, legs spread just enough to brace himself. Staring up at him, my eyes roaming over his body, I realised he looked every inch the Sex God. “Take your bra off. If you don’t want it ruined. I suggest you do it yourself.”

  Under his watchful eyes I sat up, reaching behind myself to undo the bra and as the straps slipped down my arms, I dragged it the rest of the way and tossed it onto the floor. Meeting his gaze, I lost some of my earlier bravado and lifted my hands to cover my breasts.

  “No, don’t hide yourself from me. You are incredible Lyla. Don’t be embarrassed. A body like yours should not be covered up, it should be worshipped.” The rich, deep timbre of his voice and those hypnotic eyes just added fuel to my addiction and slowly I lowered my hands, leaving my breasts exposed to his gaze.

  Resting a knee on the bed he dropped his hands to my waist, smoothing them down over my hips to my thighs and down, down my legs to my feet. He ran his fingers up the soles of them, all the time watching me and I squirmed as the action tickled me.

  A ghost of a smile hovered on his lips before he made his way back up to the garter belt that held my stockings in place. I thought he was going to undo them but instead he hooked his fingers in the top and pulled the whole lot down, taking the stockings with it. When he threw the black lace and stockings to the floor with my bra, I waited, my breaths rapid and shallow, wondering what he would do next.

  I desperately wanted his hands and mouth on me. My body craved his touch. I was ready for him, needing him, wanting him. I could feel just how badly I wanted him now I was naked. His air conditioning blew over me making me aware of just how wet I was.

  Shay stood up again and I hoped he wouldn’t see the disappointment and frustration in my eyes. When his hands moved to shrug off his jacket, my disappointment evaporated and my excitement exploded when I realised he was going to undress. Finally I’d see him naked. I’d waited two months for this. The anticipation was enough to leave me trembling on his bed and for my breathing to be reduced to short, choppy breaths.

  He turned away from me and walked over to a chunky leather two seater lounge I hadn’t noticed when he’d first carried me in. The jacket was placed on it carefully and I realised as I glanced around, this was not a man who liked mess.

  He kicked off his shoes and did that sexy thing some men did when they removed their tee-shirts. He didn’t take it from the waist like I would. He lifted his arms, reaching for the back of the neck and pulled it off that way. Ok, so maybe the action of removing a tee-shirt that way wasn’t sexy but Shay doing it that way certainly was. As he moved and the fabric lifted, revealing more of his delicious body, I could do little more than
lie there, watching the way the muscles shifted and flexed in his chest and stomach as he undressed.

  Shay moved confidently. His actions precise, controlled and I knew at that moment that he was very comfortable in his own skin. He was aware of the effect he had on women and didn’t bother with a quick removal of his clothes. No, undressing was part of the whole seduction scene. It was as much foreplay to him as the actual act of touching, kissing and caressing and like everything else he did, he was damn good at it too. I was so turned on I thought I might combust and he wasn’t even touching me. Hell, right now, he wasn’t even standing close to me.

  Shifting further up the bed so I could rest my head on one of his pillows, I settled in to watch the last of the show. Shay did some rapid action hook thing with his toes which removed his socks and then his hands rose to the belt around the waist of his jeans. He unbuckled it, making a show of pulling it free where it then ended up on top of his jacket. He popped the jeans open and slowly, ever so slowly; too slowly for my liking, he lowered the zipper.

  I sat up, my eyes on him, my tongue circling my lips with the anticipation of finally seeing this gorgeous man naked. Sure I’d seen his cock already that day at my shop but it was different because it had been nothing more than a stolen moment. Little more than a quick grope really and not even remotely close to satisfying my need to see him free of clothing. To see him in all his natural masculine beauty.

  Before he’d even pushed the jeans down, the heavy length of his cock with its row of piercings fell out the opening as the denim parted. As he shoved the jeans down and I watched that impressive erection of his bob, ready for me, I realised again, that the man had no underwear on.

  Kicking the jeans off his feet he stood, eyes on me while he curled his fingers around his cock and began to leisurely slide his fist up and down the length. Jesus, he really was well hung and sure, I was no virgin but the thought of him trying to feed all that inside me did cause a brief moment of concern.