by L. Nicole
Breathless and trembling, my thighs relax, and his body sinks against mine, his cock still hard inside of me. He kisses me, his tongue delving into my mouth again as he grinds his body against me, putting pressure on my clit, his hard, throbbing cock scraping against my walls as he fucks me. I raise my hips slightly, just enough to allow him sink impossibly deeper, my body already wanting more.
He withdraws slowly, and then his gaze locks with mine.
“Don’t look away, June,” he orders, his voice graveled and full of hunger. “I want to watch you come again.”
I tremble in reaction to his words as he presses forward, his hardness sliding into me inch by slow agonizing inch, filling me deeply with his throbbing heat.
“My god,” he growls, tearing his mouth from mine to look down, watching himself slide into me. “Look at you…”
“I feel so full… even more than before,” I moan, wrapping my thighs around his hips as he starts thrusting into me, sliding out completely before slamming back inside. My hands roam over his back, the weight of him pressing me down into his bed. Over and over, he drives into me, his skin sliding against mine sensuously as he finds my mouth again.
He kisses me passionately, then tears away again and pulls out of me suddenly. I whimper at his absence. Swiftly, he reaches down and grasps my hips, turning me over and lifting my hips. I’m nothing but his prisoner, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t even catch my breath before he’s slamming back into me.
I gasp in surprise, the length of him sinking into me violently. He reaches up and grabs my hair, taking a handful and wrapping his fingers around it, pulling back roughly as he slams into me over and over. I push back towards him, meeting his every thrust.
My eyes widen when I feel his palm slap against the cheek of my ass. It isn’t too hard at all, but once he sees that I didn’t flinch, he does it again, harder this time. I glance back at him over my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine in a silent question. I smile, pressing back into him, his cock sliding deeper inside of me. He groans and then spanks me again, this time making the skin burn, as he throbs inside of me.
Over and over, he gives me everything I want. His hand on my ass, his cock fucking me harder and harder, his fingers tangled in my hair and pulling hard, I lose myself completely as I cry out, begging him not to stop.
He answers my pleas by fucking me rougher and harder, leaving my skin glowing a bright pink, my entire body flushed with pleasure.
Picking up the pace, his cock pistons inside of me, his hips pounding against my ass as his orgasm begins. I can feel him expanding his cock widening and he groans, and I know he’s coming. Suddenly, I mourn the fact that I can’t feel his wet cum erupt inside of me.
I call out his name as I follow him over into the abyss, coming harder than I ever have in my life. He falls against my back, resting for a quick beat before pulling out and turning me around again, his mouth falling on mine in a slow, passionate, sensual kiss. I wrap myself around him, his cock sliding back inside of me, still mostly hard and ready for more.
He’s a sex god… there’s no other explanation.
We melt into each other until his skin is my skin and my moans are his moans and when we kiss, there’s no end and no beginning, just one body tangled up together the way bodies are made to be tangled.
Dancing together throughout the rest of the night, it’s hours later when we finally fall asleep in each other’s arms, naked, sweaty and spent, the light of the full moon pouring in from his bedroom window and bathing our skin in its pale glow.
It’s perfect.
9
Lee
I wake up with June’s head resting on my shoulder, her breathing steady and quiet. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling the sweet cinnamon perfume of her shampoo mixed with the scent of our sex.
Fuck, I don’t know what I expected from last night, but it wasn’t this. June and I have serious chemistry together. We’d stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms for the better part of the night and my body’s still buzzing from the feel of her skin against mine.
The fact that I have to leave her and go to work seems like sheer torture. She’d told me she was thinking of leaving town as soon as her parent’s place was all fixed up, but that thought leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.
If our time together is limited, I want to make the most of it.
And even if I don’t have a choice about going to work this morning, I can at least make the best of the time we do have together.
I kiss her awake, starting by softly kissing her neck until she stirs, her moans like a song to my ears. I move down, capturing a rosy pink nipple in my mouth and sucking until she moans again. Her body presses into mine and I release her nipple, trailing kisses down her belly until I’m poised at her center again — a spot that has me completely addicted.
She tastes like heaven and the way she whimpers and moans when my lips find her clit make me feel like a fucking king. If I can make a woman sound like that and squirm like that with just the tip of my tongue and my lips, why would I ever want to stop?
“Lee,” she moans as she cums, her body trembling softly. I take my time, petting her, letting my fingers mover over her body, memorizing every curve. I kiss her sweet skin, soothing her as she comes down. Her body is limp, her beautiful eyes looking up at with me, filled with satisfaction. Her body left with a beautiful pink blush.
I reach over and grab a condom, rolling it on and a second later, I’m sinking into her smoothly, returning to the delicious, quivering warmth I’m quickly becoming to crave.
Nestled inside her body, I rock my hips, exploring her depths with slow, languishing thrusts. She wraps around me, her moans vibrating in my ear.
My lips land on hers, relishing in the connection I feel as I sink myself into her over and over. The sensations this morning are just as intense as last night, only today, they’re laced with a tenderness that leaves my heart aching.
I could get used to waking up to June in my bed. Starting every day fucking her, tasting her sweet pussy…Christ. That would be heaven.
Fucking heaven.
I don’t know if I’m going to be able to let her walk away. I want her and I know that she’s made for me.
I just have to figure out how to convince her of it.
I kiss her gently until the sweet tightness of her body leaves me shuddering inside of her. Reluctantly, I slip out of her, and quickly get rid of the condom, hating the damn thing and yet knowing it’s necessary. Once I finish that task, I return to her, kissing her sleepy smiling face.
“I have to go to work,” I murmur. “I hate leaving you.”
“No,” she moans, throwing her arms around me. “Don’t go.”
My tempted cock rests against her bare thigh, threatening to make me late.
“I have to, babe, I’m sorry,” I say. “But you can stay here. Take your time and lock up when you leave. I’ll call you tonight.”
I kiss her pouting lips and force myself to untangle my body from hers.
Work has always been my priority, but June makes me question that. I don’t want to say goodbye to her. Hell, I literally have to force myself to go get ready.
“Come back over tonight,” I say, smacking her bare ass playfully as I get dressed.
“Maybe,” she teases. “If you’re good.”
“I’ll show you how good I can be,” I say, grabbing a fistful of her hair and playfully tugging. She’d clenched around me so hard every time I’d done that last night and my cock twitches now just thinking about it. I kiss her full on the mouth for the last time, before forcing myself out the door.
On the way to work, I think of every terrible thing I can think of to make my cock go down. Including the time when I was ten and my Great-uncle Kevin got drunk and decided it would be fun to skinny dip in our pool while he was on vacation at our house. He was seventy. Once you have gotten a look at old man balls which were shriveled up because it was unseasonably cold
outside that day…
Even that didn’t work.
I could still hear June moaning in my ear, still remember how tight she squeezed my hard cock…
It’s useless, nothing is going to help.
June’s gotten under my skin.
I have to have her again.
10
June
Stretching my arms overhead, I splay my naked self out in Lee’s bed, letting the sunlight stream over my body as I replay the events of last night in my head.
I’d been looking for flaws all night, and I’d not found one.
Maybe he’s as good as he appears to be, after all.
He’d makes my body sing. He’s been gone for hours and I still feel like I’m vibrating with need. My God, every muscle in my body feels like I’ve ran a marathon. The tender flesh is overly sensitive, pulsating and raw. I can still feel each callous on his fingers sliding over my skin. His hands are large, rough and I shudder at the memory of what he’d done with them.
A cold nose nudges me out of my trance and I open my eyes to see Lucy’s big brown ones staring back at me. She nudges me again, and I groan, pulling myself out of bed.
“Okay, okay,” I mutter. “At least you came to warn me before you started peeing on things.”
I walk out of Lee’s bedroom and take another good look at his house. It had been dark last night, and we’d gone straight to the bedroom and never came out the rest of the night, so I’d not seen much at all. In the light of day, it’s even nicer than I imagined it would be.
I locate a back door and peek out it to find a fully fenced backyard.
“Okay, go ahead,” I say, letting Lucy out. She trots out into the sunshine, her tail wagging happily. I walk back to the bathroom to pee, deciding to take a quick shower to wash the scent of sex off of me. Part of me hates to, I want to smell Lee on me…
After a very quick, luke-warm shower, I go back into the bedroom and get dressed, my smile a mile wide.
I’d wanted to make some good memories last night and I’d succeeded wildly in my mission. Lee’s everything a woman could want.
He’s smart, kind and so sexy I’m having a hot flash just thinking about him. I can’t think of one thing I don’t like about him, except one.
I don’t know how we stand. He invited me back over tonight, but are we just sex? I know that’s what it was supposed to be, but I feel connected to Lee in a way I never have before. It’s not about sex for me now and I really don’t know what to do with that.
I don’t live here in Townsend. Lee is set here, and from the looks of this house, he is completely settled.
I gather my things and decide we’re close enough to the hotel that Lucy and I can walk back without calling a cab. I had half a mind to wait for Lee to come home. If I knew what time he was coming back, I may have done that. And, if this wasn’t our first date — if you could even call it that.
Truth be told, we’d not said much to each other. Not with words, anyway. We barely know each other, despite the fact that our bodies have become so well acquainted, so me hanging out and waiting for him is probably a little premature.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to get to know him better.
Surely he wouldn’t mind—especially after what we shared last night.
I take a deep breath and stroll around his house, looking for little clues that might tell me more about him. I wonder what his hobbies are. What he likes to eat or drink. What he does when he isn’t rescuing women and dogs from burning houses.
There are a few family pictures scattered around and from what I can tell, it looks like he’s close to his family. A picture on his mantle is of him and a few of the other firefighters that I recognize from the booth at the fair last night. They’re all handsome, but they can’t hold a candle to Lee. I can’t believe that someone in this small town hadn’t snatched Lee up already.
I saunter into his closet, running my fingers over his t-shirts and flannels and jackets. His jeans are stacked nicely on a shelf and I smile at how tidy he is compared to me. On any given day, you can find a few piles of laundry in my house that I’m avoiding putting away. I lean into his shirt, dragging a deep breath in and smiling as his masculine scent surrounds me.
I look down at his shoes, all neatly lined against the wall of the closet, and my gaze lands on a duffel bag by the door. It’s a plain black duffel bag with nothing special about it at all — except for a swatch of hot pink lace escaping from a small opening in the zipper.
I freeze, staring down at it like it’s a snake.
Hot pink lace?
I bite my lip, curiosity washing over me. Maybe Lee isn’t single after all. Maybe I’d only assumed that nobody had snatched him up just yet.
“Shit,” I mutter, bending down and slowly unzipping the bag.
I gasp when I get a look inside, immediately standing up, shock coursing through me. The entire bag is filled with hot pink lace and a lighter pink chiffon. I pull it out completely, holding it up to the light.
It’s a dress.
A very large, very unstylish dress that looks like something my grandma might have worn. I look in the bag and see a pair of huge white pumps lying in the bottom.
“What the hell?” I pull one out and let it dangle from a finger as I inspect it. It must be at least a size thirteen, if not more. I turn it over to check the size and freeze. On the bottom of the shoe is a piece of masking tape, with “Lee” scrawled on it in thick, black ink. I grab the dress from where I’d let it fall and check the tag, shocked to see the same thing written on it.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I cry out, holding the dress up again.
Why are these labeled with Lee’s name? I shake my head, coming up with the only conclusion I can land on. They were his.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” I say aloud, my heart sinking.
Of course, he wasn’t perfect. I’d been stupid to think that was a possibility in the first place. With trembling hands, I lay the dress out on the bed, trying to make sense of it all.
I’m no prude. I’m open minded and I believe in equal rights for all people.
But standing there in Lee’s bedroom, remembering what he’d done to my body, how he had taken control…
Then, imagining this extremely alpha guy I’d just been thoroughly fucked by wearing this horrible pink dress and heels has me completely confused.
But what other explanation can there be?
“Yeah, I can’t do this,” I say to myself. I grab the dress and stuff it back in the bag with the shoes and zip it back up, leaving the corner of lace sticking out the way I’d found it. The last thing I want was for Lee to know I’d seen his dress.
Talk about awkward.
That’s a conversation I can definitely do without.
I retrieve Lucy and lock up, my head reeling as we make our way back to the hotel.
Pink lace!
Who’d have ever thought Lee would be the type to wear dresses?
I shudder when I think about the way I’d felt in his arms last night. To think that that’s never going to happen again is extremely disappointing.
But I know myself.
No matter how open minded I am, no matter how much I would never in a million years kink-shame someone — I know I’d never be able to participate in…whatever it was that Lee had going on.
I’m all for people living the life that makes them the happiest, but Lee’s lifestyle is not for me. I don’t want to worry about my boyfriend stretching my thongs around his ass.
That’s a hard no.
More power to him, but that’s just not my scene.
That thought leaves me with nothing but sadness. This morning I had hoped that what Lee and I had found together might be as special as I was beginning to feel it was…
11
Lee
“How’d it go with the girl from last night?” Tony asks, while we eat lunch together in the galley.
“Best night ever,” I admit.
“She’s special, I can fucking feel it.”
“About time, dude,” he replies. “The boys and I have been worried about you. You’re married to this damn job. You have no life outside of it.”
“Yeah,” I shrug. It’s hard to explain to anyone, but I just never felt a connection with anyone that was worth pursuing, definitely not like I have with June. “Well, I’m definitely plan on pursuing June. I’m not letting her out of my sight—at least until she leaves.”
“Where’s she going?”
“I don’t really know. We didn’t do a lot of talking,” I laugh. “But she’s not from here, she’s just in town to see to her parents’ home.
“When are you going to see her again?” he asks.
“As soon as this shift is over, I hope,” I reply. I’ve been haunted by thoughts of her all day and I don’t mind it one bit. I can’t wait to get her back in my arms again.
“Maybe you can work on giving her a reason to stay in Townsend,” Terry suggests and that’s exactly what I intend on doing.
I text June once lunch is done. I couldn’t keep from it. I need some kind of contact with her. Hell, the entire time I’m typing the message out my heart races, making me feel like a damn schoolboy.
I can still smell you on me. I can still taste you on my tongue. Can I see you after work tonight? Just the thought of you is driving me crazy.
I shove my phone in my pocket, my palms sweaty. It’s all true. The thought of her is driving me crazy, but it feels good all at the same time. I’d only been half living until this point and June came along and made me feel alive.
