by Stacy Borel
“Too much, Turner.” I felt like my sentences were short and clipped.
He knew I was done. Helping me remove the bit of lace that was in the way, his large fingers made contact with my sex and slipped inside me.
“Jesus, you are soaked,” he groaned in my ear.
I couldn’t say anything else. Words left me and my body was working solely on instinct and feel. He was driving me to pleasure as if he knew my body better than I knew it myself. His fingers made graceful movements back and forth over my clit. He stroked once, twice, three times, and everything went tense. My first orgasm rolled through me like a subtle crashing wave. It came over the top of me and crested, leaving me panting and breathless.
“Hmmm, that was good, but I think you have more in you,” he said, still rubbing the swollen nub.
I took a deep breath and grabbed his wrist to stop his movement. “Hmmm, maybe.”
He wanted a fun and flirtatious side of me, I’d give it to him. Deciding to be the aggressor, I put my other hand on his chest and pushed up to allow me to sit up. Flipping over, he took the same position I was just in and now Turner was on his back. I admired the Adonis like body that was laying beneath me. Others I’d been with hadn’t really taken care of themselves, not quite like he did. Every little inch of him was sculpted and manicured. He was truly a work of art. Men would kill to have his physique and women drooled over it. Tonight, it was mine, and I wanted to touch him everywhere my eyes could see.
“You tortured me a little bit, do you realize this?” I asked, a devilish gleam on my face.
“I might.”
“It wasn’t very nice, Doctor Brooks.”
“I never claimed to be nice.”
“I can see that.”
He quirked his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I licked my lips. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until I show you exactly how ‘nice’ you were to me.”
Taking my pointer finger, I dragged my nail down the middle of his chest, past his belly button, and to the band of his underwear. Opening my palm, I skimmed it over his erection that was so stiff, I don’t know how it didn’t hurt him to be trapped like that. Too bad I wasn’t willing to free it yet. I did the very thing he did to me. I let my fingers wander around the edges of his throbbing cock and down the inside of his thighs. I saw his dick jump from needing to be touched and being neglected. Several rounds of my teasing and he was getting frustrated. A low growl came from his throat.
“Annabelle, you’re testing my resolve.”
I nipped at his bare nipple. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
In less than a second I was flat on my back again, and Turner taken his place on top of me. He took his briefs off and reached for the condom on the night stand.
I smirked. “Want me to do it?”
“No.” I could hear the impatience in this voice.
I wasn’t offended in the least. I knew why he sounded the way that he did, and I didn’t think I had the patience to do the work myself. As he rolled the rubber down his shaft, I looked him over when he got fully naked. His dick was certainly bigger than expected, but the girth was something I briefly wondered if it would hurt. All thoughts disappeared when Turner held his cock in his hand, and was at my entrance. I knew this wasn’t going to take very long for me. My skin was on fire, and he looked like he was ready to take on Mount Everest with that determination.
“Let me know if I hurt you.”
I nodded.
Pushing the head in, I closed my eyes and let myself feel every inch and he slowly sank inside me. It was a tantalizing pleasure that I didn’t want to end, but needed so much more of. When he was seated fully inside, Turner grabbed my hips and lifted them so my butt was no longer on the bed. It allowed for deeper penetration, and his cock rubbed against something inside of me I’d never felt before. A moan tore from my throat.
“You good?”
I opened my eyes and saw the feral look in his. “Yes.”
“Good, cause I’m about to open it up.”
What was he talking about? And then I knew. His slow and steady became a more rhythmic pace that had my body soaring. The tip of his cock was sliding over my G-spot and something huge was forming in my lower stomach. The faster he went the more my breasts bounced, and he watched everything. He was getting off on seeing them move, and my face as it morphed into insatiable pleasure. I needed to come, and I felt like I was standing at the top of a hill with a boulder needing to push it over the edge, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
My nails dug into Turner’s thighs, and sweat glistened across his chest. I knew what I wanted. “Harder,” I demanded.
A groan bubbled out of him. He was holding back his own pleasure, waiting for me to finish with my own. “Yes, ma’am.”
Turner slammed into me, pushing my head back further on the bed. That’s exactly what I’d been waiting for.
“Oh my God, yes.”
“Now, Annabelle.”
An orgasm so intense washed through me and my body felt electrified. I said words that were incoherent to even me, and Turner came forward on his hands, unable to stay on his knees like he had been. I felt him push in as far as he could go and as my orgasm pulsed, his hit him. He said my name into my hair, and his thighs tensed. Turner exhaled loudly, and breathed deep. Wrapping my arms around his wide back. I smoothed the sweat, and comforted his overworked muscles.
“You okay?” He mumbled, clearly too weak to move just yet. It made me smile.
“I’m more than okay.”
He grunted, and I Iaughed.
“Woman, no,” he scolded.
“What?”
“You squeeze when you laugh like that. I can’t handle it.”
Oh. I wanted to giggle over the sheer silliness that he felt that sensitive, but honestly if he started to move, I’d probably roll into another small orgasm. We stayed quiet for a while, listening to each other breathe, and taking in what we’d just done. My eyes were heavy. Eventually, he rolled off of me, and he stood walking to the bathroom. The light illuminated the room, and I watched as he took the used condom off and tossed it in the trash. When he came back to the bed, he lay down beside me and pulled me into him. I was never one for cuddling, but this was nice. I felt safe here. It was a good spot.
“Thank you for sharing things with me today. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed you to let me in, Annabelle.”
He was right. I did. There was no judgement when I told him about the baby and my parents, just an open mind and understanding.
“You’re welcome.”
“Close your eyes, sweet girl. I know you’re exhausted.”
I sank further into him, his arm resting on my hip and my head on his chest. “Hmmmm, I am.”
As I let sleep take me, I told myself, this night was going to go down as one of the best nights of my life. Happiness consumed me, and I was feeling untouchable. No fear. This was how one should live.
Chapter Ten
Annabelle
I WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING in Turner Brook’s bed. If that wasn’t an aphrodisiac all on its own I didn’t know what was. A man that so many women desired, I brought to his knees. Last night was incredible. Plus, I don’t think I’d slept so well in years. Not because this bed was particularly comfortable, but because Turner used my body and made me feel things I’d never felt before.
He wasn’t in bed with me when I blinked my eyes open and stretched my arms above my head. I was deliciously sore. Wonder where he was. My nose picked up on the scent of coffee just as the thought crossed my mind. Kitchen, he was in the kitchen. Sitting up, I looked around the room. In the light of day, things appeared a little different. Okay, maybe not really since I hadn’t actually spent much time checking out the room before Turner was on me demanding nakedness. I was currently lying in a king size bed that had a dark gray duvet covering my bare body. This space was a little more industrial than the living space. A wooden dresser was against the wall
opposite the bed, and it had a particular hardware on the front for handles. There wasn’t really a finish to it, it was simple and masculine. The floors were a dark gloss, but not exactly black tile. The floor to ceiling windows opened the space and looked out over part of Athens, and part of a popular park that sat in the middle of the city. The view was stunning. I’m sure he paid high dollar for a place like this. I wondered if he rented or owned.
I needed to put some clothes on and get the first cup of coffee flowing through my veins. Not thinking much of it, I padded over to Turner’s dresser and opened the top drawer hoping to find what I was looking for. Bingo. A basic white t-shirt sat on top, and I pulled it out. I hoped he didn’t mind, but I didn’t feel like putting on my clothes from the night before just yet. The shirt was definitely a little baggy on me, and fell to my mid-thigh. Looking in the mirror before I walked out, I gasped. Bright eyes stared back at me, and pink cheeks. I looked . . . vibrant. That’s the only thing that came to mind. My hair could use a brush, but my fingers would have to be good enough for now. Wow, I barely recognized myself. I grinned. This was a good look.
When I opened the bedroom door, Turner was standing in the kitchen leaning over the counter staring at a newspaper. His eyes caught mine as I stepped into the space.
“Morning.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, and looked down.
“Good morning.” He strode to me and tilted my chin up toward him. “How’d you sleep?”
I briefly wondered if I had morning breath. “Well, actually.”
“Mmm, good.” He bent forward and kissed my lips tenderly. “Coffee?”
I smiled. “Yes, please.”
He released me from his hold and walked back to the kitchen. Getting a mug from the cupboard, he poured me a cup and asked if I needed cream or sugar. I nodded. He set everything out and let me fix it the way I liked. He watched what I was doing, and I wondered if he was taking notes in case I stayed again.
Turner was leaning against the counter looking edible. He was wearing a fitted shirt, and a pair of gym shorts. I guess he got up and went for a jog.
“You want something to eat? I can make us eggs and bacon. Pretty sure I have everything for pancakes as well.”
My bare feet made no sound as I went around the island to the bar stool. “No, you don’t need to go to any trouble. Coffee is usually pretty sufficient for me.”
“You sure? ‘Cause I also have . . .” He made a show of grabbing a box of cereal out from a small pantry. “My favorite, of course.”
I giggled. “Of course. Fruity Pebbles, why didn’t I think of that?” I shook my head. “As good as those look and I haven’t had them in forever, I think I’m okay.”
He set it on the counter. “Okay, well if you change your mind, I’ll leave the box out.”
I took a sip of the extra hot coffee. “Thank you.”
Folding up his paper, he kept looking up at me with a funny expression.
“What?”
The side of his mouth tipped up. “You look good in my shirt, Annabelle. I should see you like this more often.”
Tilting my head to the side I felt heat creep into my cheeks. “Is that so?”
“Yes, ma’am. Even in the morning, just woken up, you look perfect.”
I twisted the mug in my hands. “I don’t know about all of that, but you are being awfully sweet this morning.”
“Pretty sure we established that that’s one of my many admirable qualities.”
My eyes shot up to his. “One of many,” I admitted with a smirk.
He let me sit and drink my coffee, while he picked up the kitchen from whatever he left out last night. There wasn’t really a mess, just more him straightening and us once again enjoying the other’s quiet presence. I liked watching him move about his space. For such a large man, he was very graceful and meticulous. Being a doctor was a very good career choice for him. His hands were flawless. I don’t think he even realized how methodical he was.
“So what would you like to do today?” he asked, breaking the silence.
I didn’t realize he wanted to spend another day together. I thought about it. “I don’t know, actually. It’s nice outside, but I don’t really wander too much.”
“Well, we’ve already established that you don’t know how to drive a standard vehicle.”
The statement seemed completely out of the blue, but there was a gleam in his eyes that told me he already had an idea before he mentioned anything.
“Noooo, I don’t.” I drew out.
“Good. We have plans then. We can stop by your house for a change of clothes. You’re going to want to wear something with long sleeves and jeans.”
“Turner, it’s not that cold outside.”
He grinned. “Oh, it will be with the top off on the Jeep. You’re going to learn how to drive my baby today. I need to go get cleaned up. Make yourself at home, grab some more coffee if you’d like—eat something too, please. I won’t be long.”
My mouth was hanging open. Was he kidding? What made him think that I could drive the Jeep? I knew it was a standard but honestly, I had no interest in learning. He drove it just fine. Riding with the top off was the only appealing part of this little excursion. And where did he plan on taking me to do this? I was bound to hit something or somebody. I swear to God, I wouldn’t be held responsible for any damage to his vehicle or a human. This was nuts.
Turner came back out of the bedroom freshly washed, hair spiked every which way from being wet and looking sexy as ever. He had on a gray, long sleeved shirt, and a pair of worn jeans. He looked like he was ready to go off-roading or to get dirty. It was mouth-watering.
“You ready to go?”
“Uhhhh, sure?” I said confused.
“Grab your clothes and let’s head out.” He picked up his keys and put his wallet in his back pocket.
Looks like I didn’t have much choice in the matter. But have I had a choice with him since we started this whole thing? Sighing, I knew better than to argue. I went to the bedroom and put my clothes on from the night before. When we got down to the jeep, Turner jumped into the driver’s seat and we took off down the road, headed to my house to I could get cleaned up too.
***
“There are some dirt roads about fifteen miles down the way. We’ll switch spots there,” he shouted over the wind in my ears.
The top was down, and at the speed we were cruising, it was definitely cool. I didn’t feel like responding or yelling loud enough for him to hear me so I kept my mouth shut and waited until we got to where we were going. Turner had a nice sound system in here and it played over the noise of the wind whipping around. My hair blew across my face and I reached up and tied it into a ponytail to keep it all back. I was going to look a mess by the end of the day. It didn’t take long until we were pulling off to the side of the road and there were trails of dirt and hills. This looked more like a dirt bike road than something you’d drive a Jeep on.
“Here?” I asked.
“Yep, here.” He grinned. Turner pulled forward and pulled the parking brake up. “You ready?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at me expectantly.
“So you really want me to do this?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Any way I could talk you out of it? I’m not really in the mood to give you, or me, whiplash today.” I came across grumpy.
“Turn that frown upside down. It’s easier than you think. Hop out and switch spots with me.”
I did as he asked, and apprehensively buckled back up.
“Okay, I’m sure you understand the concept of the gears. The thing you need to pay attention to and feel is when the RPM’s hit between these two numbers. You’ll hear the engine rev and that’s when you shift. Got that so far?”
I nodded as I watched him pointing a the gauges on the dashboard.
“Push your left foot down on the clutch ‘til it’s on the floor.” He watched me do it. “Now, I want you to slowly give it some gas. It’s going to be
like an equal give and take.” Turner was showing me hand motions trying to explain. “It’s okay if the gas revs the engine while you’re in first gear. As you gradually remove your foot from the clutch, the Jeep will move forward. You ready to try?”
My palms were sweaty. “No.”
He chuckled, placing his hand on my forearm giving it a squeeze. “Relax, this is fun and you’ll be surprised how easy it really is.”
“That’s what you say now,” I mumbled under my breath.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing,” I said rolling my eyes.
Having my first go, I visualized the motions he made with his hands. “It’s an equal give and take.” Right. My foot was pressed into the clutch, and I slowly gave it some gas. As the engine roared, I gently began releasing my foot from the clutch. The Jeep crept forward a couple of inches, and I got excited.
“We’re moving!” I smiled.
Clearly getting too excited, I did things a little faster than I was ready for. I picked my left foot up before there was enough gas being given and the Jeep jerked forward, hard. Turner uttered something along the lines of “gas, gas, gas.” Too late of course. We stalled.
He rubbed his hands together. “Again.”
I looked over at him. “Are you crazy? I’m going to break your damn Jeep. This was the dumbest idea you’ve had so far, which is saying something ‘cause we’ve done some insane shit, Turner.”
The belly rolling laugh that came out of him almost made me want to crack a smile, but I held my ground. “Do you know how many times I stalled before I actually was able to shift out of first gear? I thought my dad’s transmission was going to fall out. No quitting. Go again.”
I sighed. Much like the first time, I stalled again. And then again, and again. I slapped my hands on the steering wheel and cursed under my breath. This was one of the most frustrating things I think I’d ever tried to do in my life. If he told me I “could do it” one more time I swear, Turner Brooks was going to go home with a black eye.
