by C. Morgan
“It’s your turn,” she said.
“I want to go home.”
“You’re pouting and it is really unattractive. Now, take your turn.”
My phone rang, saving me from playing the stupid game. I looked at the screen and cursed. “Son of a bitch.”
“Answer the phone or take your turn,” Bunny ordered.
I put a hand over one ear and pressed my phone to the other. “Hello.”
“Hey, Jeff, I’m sitting here in my office all by myself,” ERock said.
“And?”
“And you were supposed to meet me here thirty minutes ago.”
“Shit. I forgot. Sorry, man.”
“Are you out on the town?” he asked. “You know, common courtesy would have been to call and reschedule.”
His tone was terse. Well, I was feeling just as irritated. “I’m at Monroe Mixology.”
“No wonder you need help,” he said. “You blow off an appointment that is supposed to help you find your way in life. If this is how you treat all of your responsibilities, no wonder you’ve got problems.” He added a small laugh at the end, but I didn’t find it the least bit funny.
“You want to talk about problems?” I asked. “Let me tell you about my life problems. I’m at a bar I didn’t want to come to because Alora is here. She was here with her fiancé, which was news to me because we slept together yesterday. And now that she’s run off her fiancé, she’s all over another man.”
“Whoa, slow down. Hang tight and please don’t do anything. I’ll be right there.”
“I don’t need you to rescue me. You mentioned my problems and I thought I would let you know just what kind of problems I had.”
“I get it. I’ll be right down.”
I shook my head and put my phone back in my pocket. The last thing I needed was ERock to come blazing in in an attempt to save the day. I wasn’t going to lose my shit. I was just pissed and he said the wrong thing. Him coming to the bar was not going to help anything. If Alora recognized him, it was likely going to make my situation even worse.
“Ha!” Bunny shouted. “I won! You snooze you lose!”
I looked over and saw she’d scored the winning point. I didn’t care. I wasn’t really playing the game as it was. “Fuck this,” I grumbled under my breath. “I’m over this.”
“What are you doing?” Bunny called out as I walked away.
I headed straight for Alora. She looked stunned to see me. “We need to talk,” I said in a voice that left no room for argument.
She glanced over at the man sitting next to her and then back at me. I was prepared to throw her over my shoulder in a fireman carry. The woman was going to hear me out. “Okay,” she said and got up from the chair. “Dave, it was nice to meet you but I need to handle this.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked as he looked at me.
“It’s fine, Dave,” I said his name with a sneer.
Alora glowered at me before grabbing my upper arm and pulling me away from the table. “Knock it off,” she hissed.
“Outside,” I snapped. “I’m not interested in an audience.”
“Me either.”
We pushed our way outside and walked away from the front doors. It was still too busy to have a private conversation. “Well shit,” I said. “We are never going to get any privacy out here. Did you drive?”
“No, Sue and I took a cab.”
“Fine.” I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber.
“What are you doing?”
“I just ordered us a ride.”
“What? Where?”
“My condo isn’t far from here.”
“I don’t want to go to your place.”
“Too bad. I’m not interested in standing here and talking about your boyfriends. Hard telling when the next one is going to show up.”
“You asshole,” she hissed and stepped to the curb to hail a cab.
“What are you doing? The car is going to be here in less than two minutes.”
“That is two minutes too long. I don’t want to argue with you.”
My phone dinged, letting me know our car was close. “Don’t leave. I need to talk to you. Please.”
She sighed and put her arm down. “Fine, but don’t you dare be a dick. I won’t put up with it.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
We stood in silence, standing ten feet apart. When the Uber driver pulled up, I opened the door for her to get in the back seat. She shot me a dirty look before getting in the front and leaving me to get in the back on my own. I rolled my eyes and got in. The ride was silent despite the driver’s attempt at small talk.
When we got to my condo, it was still the silent treatment. I walked to the front door and unlocked it. I flipped on a light and gestured for her to go in. She walked in and stood in the middle of the open living area with the small dining table on her left and my couch on her right.
I had not really given a lot of thought about what I was going to say once I got her alone. I never expected to have her alone in my place. That might not have been the best move. She was looking at me with fire in her eyes. The red dress was clinging to her curves and giving her the look of a sexy siren hellbent on kicking some ass.
She licked her lips. We were suddenly in a standoff. Neither of us said anything. All night, all I could think about was spilling my guts, and now that she was standing in front of me, I was speechless. All I could think about was kissing her.
I gauged the situation, read the room. The way she was looking at me could be mistaken for anger, but I was going to assume it was passion. She was looking at me the way I was looking at her.
It was like a flip was switched. The air became electrically charged, and the next thing I knew, we were on each other in a heated embrace. Our mouths melded together, slobbering all over one another. My hands reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down. I pushed the dress down her body before going after the bra concealing those beautiful breasts from my gaze.
The moment it was off, I tossed it on the floor. “Clothes,” she murmured against my lips.
Her hands were attacking the button on my jeans. I pushed them out of the way, knowing I could do it a hell of a lost faster. It only took me about forty seconds to strip down to my underwear. I grabbed her and lifted her to straddle me while I walked us to my bedroom. I was going to devour her.
I dropped her on my bed, her arms going out to her sides. Her hair formed a halo around her head. I didn’t stop moving. I grabbed her panties and jerked them down her body. I tossed them over my shoulder and pushed her legs open. Her sweet pussy was weeping with need. I planned to make her come so hard she was going to be the one on the verge of a blackout.
I dropped my face between her legs. My tongue lapped over her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. I groaned, my erection growing so hard I got dizzy from the rapid blood flow to my brain. She cried out and clapped both her hands over my head. She tried to slide away from me. I hooked my arms around her legs and held her in place while I devoured her pussy with my tongue.
I sucked and nibble and thrust my tongue inside. I was drunk on the taste of her. Her scent washed around me, sending me higher into the stratosphere of ecstasy. I groaned as I pushed deep inside her. Her sounds of pleasure echoed around the room and spurred me on.
“No!” she cried. “Yes. More! Oh god, no more.”
She was mad with lust, which was exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to know who it was eating her out. Who was making her cry and scream. I gave it my all, sucking her little clit into my mouth and pulling an orgasm from her that nearly drowned me. I lapped at her until she stopped coming.
I sat up and looked down at her. When her eyes met mine, I slowly wiped my mouth before licking my lips. She had a dazed expression. That was a look I wanted to see again and again. I lowered my mouth to one full breast and began to suckle while I slipped my finger inside her wet pussy. She jerked under my touch.
“You’re not done,” I said around the nipple in my mouth.
“I can’t.”
“You can. You will.”
I fingered her while simultaneously sucking and biting at her breasts until I moved in for the big finish. My mouth slid up to her neck and suckled. I had only been lucky enough to be with her once, but I knew her sweet spot. I sucked her flesh between my teeth and gently pulled. Yes, it would leave a mark. No, I didn’t care, and judging by her response, she didn’t care either.
Her body bucked, swallowing my fingers deeper inside her. She cried out, her hands fisting in the blankets as she rode through the orgasm. I kept my fingers plunged deep inside her and dragged out the orgasm. I moved my mouth to cover hers, plunging my tongue in deep and swallowing every last cry of ecstasy.
I felt her slowly coming down. I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted her to feel another one. This time, it was going to be me inside her. I moved over her, my body pinning her to the bed. She looked up at me. I stared into her eyes while using one hand to guide myself to her opening. She was slick and swollen. I pushed inside, taking it slow as she shuddered beneath me.
Her eyes slid closed as I filled her.
“Look at me,” I ordered in a raspy voice.
She opened those beautiful eyes and stared into mine. I held her gaze while I rocked inside her. Every time she closed her eyes, I forcefully kissed her and demanded she look at me. The woman had looked right through me for too long. I wanted her to know it was me making her feel so good.
It was me that was rocking her world.
Chapter 28
Alora
I had never experienced anything like it. I was riding this high and I didn’t want to come down.
He was pushing deep inside me and touching places that were still in the virgin realm. I was certain I had never been made love to with such passion and fire. He was a machine. Every time I thought I was going to be able to catch my breath, he took it up another notch.
I stretched my hands open over the expanse of his broad back. He was so muscular, every ripple could be felt. He started to move faster, his body rocking against me and pushing me across the bed. I tried to stay put, but every thrust pushed me farther.
He abruptly pulled out of me and rolled onto his back before grabbing me. “Ride me.”
I wasn’t much of a rider. Todd hated when I was on top. When I hesitated, Jeff rolled and grabbed me. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and deposited me on top of him. He grabbed my hands, threading his fingers through mine and putting them back on the bed on either side of his head. “Ride me,” he said again.
I felt a little subconscious as I wiggled and struggled to get things lined up without using my hands. He kept hold of my hands and refused to let go. I managed to do it, sliding down his long hard length until he was seated deep inside me.
He released my hands and grabbed my hips. “Alora, fucking ride me.”
I started to move, clumsily at first until I found a rhythm. I let myself go, leaning back and letting my hair drag over my back. He reached up and squeezed my breasts, gently massaging and pulling as I moved back and forth. I was in control. I slowed things down and dropped my head forward. I bent to his chest and kissed one of his taut nipples before kissing the other.
I heard him sucking in ragged breaths. He was just as turned on as I was. He was turned on by me. The lights were on and I was completely naked on top of him. He wasn’t horrified. He was looking at me like I was his goddess. The feeling sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I was gorgeous in his eyes.
I felt another orgasm brewing and was certain it would be impossible to see it through to the end. My body begged to differ. I began to move faster, slamming my hips down and back and driving him deeper inside me. He bucked his hips, nearly knocking me off my perch.
I closed my eyes and dropped my head back once again as I neared orgasm.
“No, you don’t,” he whispered. He reached up and grabbed the back of my head. His ab muscles rippled with the movement.
“I need it,” I whimpered. I thought he wanted to stop the orgasm.
“Look at me,” he said in a harsh voice.
I opened my eyes and struggled to focus on his face. “I am.”
“See me, Alora. Look at me. I’m the one buried inside you. I’m the one that is going to make you come for the third time. Do you see me?”
“I see you.”
“Say my name.”
“Jeff,” I breathed the word as I slowly rotated my hips. Little shards of ecstasy shot through me. I was so close.
“Again,” he grunted.
“Jeff.”
He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair. “I can’t hear you.”
He tugged and it triggered a cataclysmic event inside my body. I cried out and slapped my hand against his chest as the orgasm broke over me. I couldn’t stop jerking and spasming.
“Fuck me, Alora. Fuck me harder!”
I bounced and moved as fast and as hard as I could. “Jeff! Yes! Jeff!”
He exploded inside me. His hips thrust up several times. I grabbed his shoulders to keep from being bucked off. When it was over, I fell onto my back and tried to catch my breath. It was like getting a full-body workout with a heaping side of pleasure.
“Wow,” he breathed.
I let go of a nervous laugh. “What did you want to talk about?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I almost forgot. You and that dress.”
“It’s Sue’s dress.”
“It should be yours. You owned it.”
“Thanks.”
“I wanted to explain what you saw with Fran. She is always flirting with me—harassing me, really. I never flirt back. I’ve asked her not to but she doesn’t seem to get it. There is nothing there. You just happened to catch her in the moment. Usually, she only does it in private. She’s getting bolder.”
“And what about Bunny? You were with her tonight.”
“Bunny is a co-worker and a friend. She’s fun and nice, but she is not my type.”
“What is your type?”
“You,” he answered without hesitation. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“No.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Look at you and then look at me. You and Bunny make a pretty couple. Like the kind of couple you expect to see on a magazine cover.”
“Please don’t put me in a box because of how I look,” he said. The way he said it made me feel kind of guilty for judging him.
“I’m sorry. I guess I’m used to seeing beautiful people and making assumptions. I got to know Bunny a little and realized I was wrong about her.”
“And now you know me a little better?” he asked.
“I do, but I don’t really know you. You seem like the kind of guy that can choose women like I choose my flavor of coffee.”
He rolled to his side and put a hand on my chest. “I’m not the kind of guy that sleeps around. I don’t do that. What happened—what is happening between us—is special to me. It’s not just sex. I’m not interested in cheap flings. This is not that. Not even close. I want to be with you.”
I reached up and pushed back a little strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Then why did you friend-zone me?”
“What?”
“I asked you to coffee and you told me it was better that we be friends.”
He groaned and rolled onto his back. “It wasn’t my idea. I have a life coach and he is the one that told me to keep all relationships in the friend zone.”
“You have a life coach?” I asked with surprise.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I struggle with putting myself out there. I do have a very healthy fear of rejection. I avoid it by staying in my safe little bubble.”
It was my turn to roll to my side. “Why in the world would you ever fear being rejected? Look at you. You have the body of a god. You are so handsome it
isn’t fair to the others. You are a fun guy and so kind. How could you be afraid of being rejected? You’re the total package. I’m sure you have a long line of women that are scrambling to get into your bed.”
I didn’t get to hear his answer. I got a text and then another and another before it started to ring. “Oh shit,” I said and jumped off the bed. “It’s gotta be Sue. I left her there!”
I ran out of his room butt-ass naked to find my phone. I snatched it out of my purse. “Hello? I’m sorry.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at Jeff’s house.”
“Shit, woman. You scared me to death. I thought you got kidnapped or something.”
“I’m sorry. We just went outside to talk and the next thing I know we were in a car and headed back to his house.”
“I’m glad you are okay. I’m afraid to ask what you are doing, but what are you doing?”
“Uh, at the moment talking to you.”
“Dirty girl,” she teased.
“I know. I’ll have regrets later.”
“You are missing out here,” she said. “This place is packed. I ended up hanging out with Bunny again. She really isn’t so bad.”
I looked down at my naked body and realized this was not the moment to have that conversation. “I should probably go,” I said.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot you are probably in the middle of something hot and heavy.”
“Not anymore.” I giggled.
“Some dude came in looking for Jeff,” she said. “Weird name, ERock. He’s hot.”
“ERock,” I said. The name was way too unique to be anyone else. “Why was he looking for Jeff?”
“You know him?”
“I went to school with a guy named ERock. It’s too coincidental to not be him.”
“Well, your buddy is going absolutely gaga over Bunny and she does not seem to mind.”
“But why was he looking for Jeff?” I asked. I was really curious how they knew each other.
“I don’t know. He said he talked to him on the phone and told him he was on his way. He seemed a little annoyed Jeff was nowhere to be found. It was Bunny that figured out the two of you both happened to be gone at the same time. I can’t believe you left with him.”
