“You’re so beautiful,” his lips brush against mine as he speaks.
My hands greedily pull at the hair near the back of his neck, pulling his chest flush against mine. Lee lifts my small body up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock rubs against me where I need it most.
His lips leave mine and trail down my neck. He holds my head back and tastes my skin, and I grind my hips against him. Groaning, he pulls away. “You need to stop that. I don’t plan on coming in my pants, sweetheart.”
“I need more,” I groan as he finds his way back to my mouth.
His eyes search mine for any doubt. “Are you sure?”
I nod.
“Words, Mills. I need words.” His hoarse voice triggers goosebumps across my exposed skin.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I whimper as his mouth covers mine hungrily. His kiss is punishing and intense.
Lee carries me down the hall, never breaking contact as our tongues dance with each other. Once we’re in his bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind us. Slowly, he sets me down on my feet, never breaking eye contact. “I can give you what you want. I just need to know you’re okay with this.”
As much as I protested, swore I wasn’t sleeping with him, I can’t fight the draw I have to him. From the moment our eyes met at Murphy’s, I craved his nearness. I desire his touch.
“If I didn’t want this, I would have walked out your front door as soon as the movie was finished.”
Lee steps closer, cupping the back of my neck, tilting my face to his. When those blue eyes of his meet mine, I know I’m in over my head. I feel it in my core. This man has the power to destroy me if I let him. For whatever reason, Lee is different. I can feel it in my soul.
Lee walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. He extends his hand to me. “Come here.”
Taking his hand in mine, I stand between his legs. His fingers unfasten the button to my jeans, and the sound of my zipper being lowered echoes in the dark room. “Step out of your shoes.”
I do as I’m told, slipping my black ballet flats off. Lee never breaks eye contact as he slowly peels my pants down my legs. When they reach the floor, I step out of them.
“Lift your arms up, sweetheart.” His voice drips with lust.
Lee reaches up, pulling my shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor where my pants lay. With my arms still raised above my head, Lee’s eyes focus on the tattoo on the inside of my upper left arm. I pull my arms down quickly to my side, not liking the way he fixates on the writing. All the tattoos on my body have a story, but this particular tattoo means the most to me.
Lee breaks my train of thought. “Sweet Jesus, look at these tits. They’re gorgeous,” he growls before taking my one breast into his mouth, sucking on my nipple. “You’re pierced. How sensitive are you?”
Not only am I’m not wearing a bra, but my nipples are pierced with fourteen-gauge stainless steel barbells.
“Very.” My voice breaks when his mouth closes over my bare nipple. My head falls back as I moan, my fingers gripping his broad shoulders to keep me upright. My calm shatters as he sucks on the barbell, pulling it into his mouth, then bites, adding to my arousal. My piercings improve the sensitivity, which means it feels incredible when they're touched, flicked, licked, or massaged.
If he continues to play with my nipples, it’s likely I’ll orgasm before we even get started. Lee pulls on my piercing and shivers surge through me, shooting straight to my core.
“Get on the bed,” he whispers against my chest. I step back, and he stands. The back of my legs hit the mattress, and I scoot my body up to the center.
In one swift move, Lee pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. He toes off his shoes and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his muscular legs. I’m unable to look away from his lean, well-muscled body, his tapered waist, the trail of hair from his belly to the waistband of his black boxers.
The intensity of his stare burns a hole in me. My breathing becomes heavy. Slowly, Lee grips the sides of his boxers, slipping them down his legs, exposing his fully aroused cock.
A cock I have wanted since I laid eyes on him.
A cock I fully intend to become familiar with.
Lee stands naked before me. His body is near perfection, covered with beautiful tattoos. Some are black and shades of gray, some are vibrant colors. He has some sort of writing on his right side over his ribcage and on his left inner bicep. Both arms are covered in sleeves which travel up and around his shoulder. His body is a masterpiece.
Lee drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels before me. His fingers skim my bare thigh to slip under my thong and touch my wet center. He withdraws his finger slowly, lifting it to his mouth. “Mills,” he whispers. “I need to taste you.” He slips his finger into his mouth, sucking it slowly before withdrawing it.
I look at him between my slightly parted legs, my heart banging inside my chest as he slowly removes my thong. He spreads my knees wide, his eyes pinned on my most intimate part before he lowers his face between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit, causing my hips to jump from the bed. Lee places his hands on my hips to hold me in place as he devours my center as if he was a starved man.
I grind my hips against his face, wanting some sort of relief. His dark hair is wild and mussed from my fingers pulling at it.
My core is sensitive, and I feel an orgasm building. “Make me come,” I pant.
His fingers part my folds and skim over my swollen clit, creating a ceaseless firestorm seconds before he inserts two fingers into my aching core, giving me added pleasure. My hands fist the sheets, my chest heaving as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
When I’m right about to fall over the edge, Lee withdraws his fingers, and I moan from the emptiness. “The first time I make you come, it’s going to be when I’m deep inside you,” he says, raising his fingers to his mouth and licking my arousal from each of them.
Lee crawls up the bed, and his thick, heavy cock lays on my stomach as he reaches across me, retrieving a condom from the top drawer of his nightstand. Before he opens the wrapper, my fingers grasp his smooth, hard cock, stroking him from base to tip. He thrusts into my hand, a growl escaping him. Curious to know what he tastes like, I lean in, licking the swollen head, savoring the drop of glistening fluid seeping from his tip.
“Suck it, baby,” he growls. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck it.”
I peek up at him from beneath my lashes as I suck back to the top, swirling my tongue around the head. A growl rumbles deep within him, his hips surging forward, driving himself until he hits the back of my throat.
His hand grips the back of my head, pulling me forward with the drive of his hips. His thrusts are smooth.
Steady.
“Tell me what you want, Mills.” His voice is strained, husky.
“You,” I reply as my hand slides up and down his shaft. His dick twitches when I rub my thumb over his sensitive head.
“That’s not good enough. Tell me what you want.”
I fantasized about this guy after meeting him once, which is an infrequent occurrence for me. I never allow a man to occupy my mind, but somehow Lee got under my skin. I dreamt about him touching me. I wondered what it would be like to have him take over my body.
So I tell him what he wants to hear—what I need.
“I want your cock.”
“You have my cock.”
My tongue traces his thick vein from root to tip. “I want you to fuck me hard,” I demand, never breaking eye contact.
A growl rumbles in his chest. “I like your train of thought, sweetheart.”
He swats my hand away. Leaning back on his calves, he tears the wrapper with his teeth and sheaths himself, rolling the condom down his thick shaft. He nudges my legs apart, lining up his engorged head with my center. Inch by inch, he enters my body until he is all the way in, and I whimper.
“Ah, baby, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” His cheek bru
shes along mine. “Are you okay?”
“Move. I need you to move.”
A laugh leaves his mouth. “I’m going to move; I was giving you time to adjust. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“This isn’t my first time. I can handle what you’re packing. I’m good.”
He captures my lower lip with his teeth and tugs. “You’re going to be more than good by the time I’m done with you.”
Slowly he pulls out of me, then enters me again. With each thrust of his hips, he gets deeper inside me. Our bodies move in perfect harmony. His thrusts are smooth and steady. My eyes close as I fight the urge to pull him closer and succumb to the longing I have burning in my blood. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my hands work their way to his firm ass, wanting to feel all of him.
“Eyes open, sweetheart. You need to see who’s doing this to you.” Lee pushes in all the way to the hilt, forcing my eyes to open.
“That’s it. I want to see those gorgeous eyes when you come.” His last words smother my lips. He withdraws again, all but his tip, then pushes into me hard. He guides his body over mine perfectly
“Oh…that feels amazing.” I break away from his lips and let out a plea. “Don’t stop. Harder.” Lee complies, giving me what I want. What I need.
I lick my dry lips, panting softly. Lee groans and seals his lips over mine again, pulling my ring between his teeth. His mouth gently moves along mine, warming my entire body. I make a low noise in my throat as his tongue dips inside, tasting me.
My body is on fire, and my core begins to pulse, gripping Lee’s cock within my walls. My clit throbs with every impact of his pelvis against mine. He crushes his mouth to mine, and I succumb to the forceful domination of his lips. The way he kisses me with just the right amount of aggression turns me on, drives me wild.
Sex with Lee is different. He brings me to the edge, and when he feels my walls clutching around him, he slows his pace, torturing me, leaving me wanting him more.
He glides in and out, filling me. “Come, Mills.” His hand fists my hair as he angles my head to thrust his tongue deeper, the taste of him downright invigorating. My body begins to tighten around him; he knows I’m close. Slowly, he slides out of me, then pushes back in with force. I gasp and moan his name.
“Give it to me, Mills,” Lee growls as he continues to rock his hips into me, driving his dick further into me, hitting the spot where I need it most.
Setting a steady rhythm, he proceeds to move his body over mine. “Just like that. Keep doing that.” I bury my face into his throat as my orgasm hits fast and hard.
My entire body begins to tremble. My core begins to pulse, gripping Lee’s cock within my walls. As my climax ricochets through my body, a moan of ecstasy slips through my lips. My whole body floods with desire.
He tightens his grip on my hips, pulling me toward him, meeting his every movement against me. Lee thrusts a few more times before his dick pulses inside me. Even with the condom on, I can feel him emptying within me.
My legs relax around him. Lee pulls out, leaving with me an empty feeling, to discard the condom in the adjoining bathroom. He returns with a warm washcloth, wiping my inner thighs and core. I’ve never had a man do this for me. Usually, once the task is complete, I show them the door, or I quickly dress and leave without as much of a conversation. But it’s different with Lee. I allow him this intimate act.
This is just sex. Nothing more. I repeat over and over in my head. Sex is an act, it doesn’t involve emotions. If that’s true, then why is my heart still beating erratically in my chest? Why does this feel different?
Once he’s done cleaning me, he tosses the washcloth onto the floor and crawls back into bed, pulling my body against his, and I tense. Lee leans down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “Relax, sweetheart.”
Is Lee the start of something new? Something I’ve never given anyone. Something I’m not sure I’m even capable of giving.
Minutes pass as we lie together in comfortable silence. “I should go,” I whisper, not recognizing my own voice.
Lee’s arms tighten around my shoulders. “It’s late. I’m not letting you go home by yourself.” He places a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Please stay.”
Stay. I’ve never stayed with a man after getting what I came for.
I pull my body away from Lee’s embrace and sit on the side of the bed. “That’s not a good idea,” I murmur.
The bed shifts behind me. Lee leans down, kissing my shoulder. “Why not?”
“I don’t do this.” I point my finger between the two of us and around the room. “I’m not one who stays the night. I get what I want. Give the guy what he’s after, then bolt.”
He takes in a deep breath. “Good thing I’m not one of those guys you speak of.”
My eyes focus on a framed picture sitting on top of his dresser along the far wall. I can’t make out who is in it, but it looks like a picture of two kids. It gives me something to look at besides Lee. I can’t bring myself to look at his face. Those piercing blue eyes will be my undoing.
Uneasiness knots inside me. “You don’t get it. I’m not a normal girl. I don’t want flowers. I don’t need phone calls. I don’t date. I don’t do relationships. There are never repeats.” I clear my throat, trying to keep my voice under control. “If that’s what you’re looking for, I’m definitely the wrong person. You should keep looking elsewhere.”
“Who said I want to date? I asked you to stay the night with me. That’s all.”
When he speaks again, his voice is smooth like velvet. “I don’t get you. We seem to get along. I enjoy your company. I thought you enjoyed mine.”
I bite my lip until it throbs with my pulse. My heart raps against my ribs, ringing in my ears. Why does Lee have to be different? Why couldn’t he just send me on my way? He’s right. I do enjoy spending time with him. I reach for the sheet, wrapping it around my naked body. Even though he explored every inch of me, I feel exposed sitting here having this conversation with him.
Lee rubs his hands up and down my arms. “What are you running from? You have a story, Mills, one I would love the opportunity to hear. Did someone hurt you in the past?”
My back stiffens. Anger rises within me. Boiling with fury, I grind my teeth and clench my jaw so tight it hurts. Twisting my body around, I glare at him. “Who the hell do you think you are? Who says I’m running from anything?” I spit out.
This is why I don’t do relationships. All the talking is bullshit. All the analytical dissection of a person is bullshit. Opening up to someone, telling them your feelings, it isn’t for me. It’s easier to keep people at bay. It’s much easier not to feel.
What does he want from me? Why couldn’t he be like every other guy? Wham bam, thank you, ma’am.
Lee flinches at my tone, holding his hands up in surrender. “I asked you to stay. We had a nice time the night we met, I thought we hit it off. I assumed you enjoyed yourself as much as I did just now.”
He clenches his jaw. “I don’t know what your problem is. Or why you’re picking a fight with me.”
He’s right. I’m looking for a fight. I want him to throw me out. It will make it easier for me not to want him. It will give me a reason to push the thought of this man out of my head. He has monopolized too many of my thoughts since the moment I met him. Now, after sleeping with him, knowing what he has to offer, I know it will take everything within me to keep my distance from him.
“What made you approach me? Of all the women in Murphy’s, why me?” With each question I fire at him, I become angrier, pointing my finger at him.
He takes my face in his large hands, cupping my cheeks. “I liked what I saw. I want to get to know you better. What’s wrong with that?”
As our eyes meet, shock runs through me. He cocks his head, his face clouding with uneasiness. “Please stay the night with me?” Lee leans in, kissing my lips softly. “I’m asking you to stay.” His fierce blue eyes plead with me.
I look at him
. “Lee... I’m not—”
He shakes his head. “Mills, please stay the night. I don’t want you to leave. It’s that simple,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking my face. “It’s not that difficult to stay. I know it goes against your normal routine.”
More surprised than frightened, I go against my normal routine. All I can do is nod my head. What is this man doing to me? I met him a few days ago, and he has the power to make me eschew everything I stand for.
Lee leans back against the headboard, pulling my body with his. He stares at me, his face remains calm. “Why me? Did I look like an easy conquest?”
His lips turn into a smile. “Not at all, sweetheart. I knew you would be a challenge from the moment my eyes landed on you.”
I turn away, watching my fingers play with a loose thread on the sheet. I can’t bring myself to look at Lee’s face. I made a huge mistake by coming here tonight. I never should have made out with this man at Murphy’s. I absolutely never should have come back here with him. I’ve been in his company two times. One time too many. I broke my cardinal rule. Never a second time.
Aren’t rules meant to be broken?
“Stay the night with me. I don’t want you to leave.”
This man stirs something inside of me. Maybe that’s what scares me the most.
As I’m wrapped in Lee’s arms, the idea of staying doesn’t seem so scary after all.
The thought of leaving scares me more.
Chapter Nine
Lee
When I walked into the bar the other day, I never expected to find anything special. Maybe a chance to knock back a few drinks and take in some local talent, but the girl laying on my chest blew into my life unexpectedly. She put up one hell of a fight to not stay with me. I’ve never begged a woman to stay. I usually whisk them out of the door as soon as the deed is done.
I was buried deep in her body several more times throughout the night. Mills on top, reverse cowgirl style, and her on all fours. She has a sexual appetite that matches mine.
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