by Toni Aleo
“You’re not going anywhere,” I mutter against her perfect pussy as I turn her and push her into the wall.
I take her by the backs of her knees and push them into the wall as I run my tongue up her slick lips. When she stretches her legs against the wall, pointing her toes in a perfect split, I really want to remind her that she needs to be in the gym, but I’m too busy eating the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Her moans are loud and making it really hard to concentrate. As I swirl my tongue around her clit, she digs her nails into my shoulders, and I love it. Absolutely love it. I flick my tongue ruthlessly over her taut clit. I look up at her as she thrashes against the wall. She arches into the wall, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she grinds her pussy against my lips. When I suck her clit into my mouth, biting it softly, she screams out as she comes undone. I lap up her release as she jerks against my mouth.
She tastes like heaven.
I run my tongue up her lips, and when I barely touch her clit, my name falls from her lips in a harsh tone. I slowly slide her down the wall as I trail my mouth along her body, and then she wraps her legs around my waist. I hold her against the wall as I curve my tongue around her breast, sucking on each of her perky nipples in turn. My cock is throbbing in this cup; I should have removed it before I got started, but I wanted her. Fuck, I want her.
When I join our mouths, she curls her arms around my neck as her thighs squeeze my hips. Our kisses are demanding and wanton. At each sweep of our tongues together, my body hurts from being so tight. She’s making me crazy, but I don’t want it any other way.
When she pulls her lips away, she whispers, “Can we take the cup off?”
I chuckle against her breast. “Want me, huh?”
“Yes, but it hurts.”
I pull back, laughing roughly. “Hurting me more than you, I can promise you that.”
She sputters with laughter as I wrap my arms around her waist and carry her to the bed. I set her on the edge, and she scoots back a bit, her eyes tracing along my body.
“Come here.”
I step closer as she reaches out, taking my hips in her hands. When she presses her lips to my chest, I drop my head back as I let out a long, deep breath. She trails the smallest, softest kisses down the muscles of my stomach. She takes hold of the string of my loincloth, pulling it before the cloth falls to the ground. Her fingers slide between the band of my cup and my skin before she jerks it down, releasing my cock like a damn spring.
“Oh.” Her gasp makes me grin. She touches her mouth to my skin, tongue and teeth moving along my body, everywhere but my cock. She’s driving me insane, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to come just from the teasing. But then she takes me by the base of my cock and looks up at me through her lashes. I slide my hand into her hair, tangling my fingers with her lush strands before drawing in a ragged breath.
With her eyes still on me, she opens her mouth, her tongue slipping out to trail ever so slowly over the head of my cock. A shiver runs through me, and a sneaky grin appears on her mouth. I bite into my lip as my cock slowly disappears into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. When I hit the back of her throat, she closes her eyes, sucking me before she slides my cock back out of that sweet mouth so fucking slowly, it’s torture.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Her lashes are kissing her cheeks as she sucks my cock back into her mouth, her tongue licking along me like it was meant to do only that. When she starts to pick up speed, I want nothing more than to explode inside that sinful mouth, but I want her to come with me.
I take her face in my hand, removing my cock from that wicked mouth and tipping her head back. “I want to be inside you.”
She licks her lips, a kittenish grin on her face as she lies back on the bed. “Well, come on.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I cover her body with mine and join our mouths as I push her leg up, my cock hard and throbbing against her burning center. I draw the kisses out of her as I cup one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple with my thumb. She moans into my mouth, and that’s it, I have to be inside her. I take her leg with my hand, pushing it back into her bed, and I am very thankful for her flexibility. Just as I’m about to bury myself inside of her, I realize I don’t have a condom on me.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her mouth.
“What?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
She opens her eyes. “At all?”
I shake my head, feeling like a horny fifteen-year-old who forgot his wallet at home. “No. Do you?”
“No, I haven’t had sex in years.”
“Damn it,” I moan, pressing my nose into hers. I swear my cock is about to cry too. “Years?”
“Years,” she says, and her voice is rough. Sexy. Her eyes search mine. “I’m on the pill. To keep me regular. Being a gymnast can mess up your body.”
“Oh,” I say as I take in a deep breath. My heart is pounding so hard I can’t see straight. “I’ve never done it without a condom.”
Even with Lana, I always wore a condom. Mostly because she wasn’t on the pill and I was always scared of a little surprise without being ready.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” she says, and I swear she sounds just as sad as I do. “Do you want to?”
I pause. Not because I don’t want to, but because if something did happen, if we did have a surprise, could I see myself raising a child with her?
“I absolutely fucking want to, but I don’t want to pressure you into that.”
“You’re not,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. “I’m clean.”
“I know,” she says, so soft and sweet. “I trust you.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
I honestly don’t know what the hell is happening to me, but all sense is gone as I push into her. And thank God I do. She feels incredible, wet and tight around my cock. She moans loudly, her body arching up against mine as I close my eyes, unable even to fathom how good she feels. I move out of her and thrust back in as flashes go off behind my eyes. Each thrust is harder, deeper, and her pussy welcomes me. Wants me, squeezing me and making it difficult to concentrate on making sure she gets hers. I rise up on my knees, pushing both her knees back into the bed as I lose all awareness. Without realizing it, I’m pounding into her, but she’s just as wild as I am. Her screams are loud, but I crave them.
When I come, it’s like being slammed into the boards by a 250-pound defensemen. No breath is left in my body, and lights burst behind my eyes as I explode inside her. My body jerks involuntarily as my cock throbs within her warmth. I let go of her legs and fall onto her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I hold myself up by my elbows, not wanting to crush her. We’re both breathing so hard, and my heart feels as if it’s about to come out of my chest as I cup her face in my hands. I move my thumb along her jaw as her fingers trail up and down my back.
“Sorry.”
She moves her nose along mine. “Sorry for rocking my world?”
I chuckle. “No, I won’t apologize for that. I mean for not waiting for you to come.”
When I open my eyes, hers are heavy-lidded. “I did.”
“Oh. Well, sorry for not noticing. I was a bit lost there.”
“So was I.”
Our noses press together as our mouths meet in a heated embrace. Slowly, I draw the kisses out of her as our bodies tremble together. I kiss the side of her mouth and then her jaw before nuzzling my nose against her neck. She wraps her arms around me, and it feels so perfect. She kisses my ear, running her tongue along my lobe as the air sizzles around us and our heart rates gradually return to normal.
“So what did you think?” she whispers.
I smile against her neck. “I think you ruined me for any other women in the world.”
I feel her smile against my ear. “I meant without the condom.”
I pull my face out from her shoulder, looking down at her flushed o
ne. “My answer doesn’t change.”
Her lips tip at the sides as she shakes her head in amusement. “Kiss me.”
“Done.”
And as our lips meet, I know one thing is for sure.
I’m completely and utterly hooked on this girl.
Chapter Sixteen
Amelia
When I wake up, the sun shining on my face, a smile covers my lips.
I feel deliciously spent.
I stretch out my body, pointing my toes and reaching my arms above my head. I look to my left to find Chandler fast asleep. The blanket hangs low on his hips, leaving his bare chest and stomach on display. Finally, I’m able to examine his tattoos. On his chest is a crescent moon, which I assume is for his last name. On his arm are very intricate feathers from what I think is an angel wing, filled in with big, beautiful roses. They’re all done in a stunning dark blue hue. I’m unable to see his other arm since it’s beneath the pillow. Sadie lies across his chest, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so adorable. We let her in at some point when she woke us up with her sad cries. His mouth is open a bit as he sleeps soundly. I turn to my side, reaching out to run my fingers through his growing beard. He’s just so gorgeous.
Sadie must have noticed my movement because she inches over, cuddling against me. I kiss her muzzle, and she licks my nose. I hold her as I gaze over at Chandler. I don’t know if he meant to stay the night, or if he should have, but in a way, I’m glad he did. It’s nice to wake up to someone so sexy—and also his furry companion. I actually love it.
Which freaks me the hell out.
When I kiss Sadie’s head once more, I feel someone looking at me. I look up to find Chandler’s heavy-lidded gaze.
“Morning, beautiful.”
A shiver runs down my back as I prop my hands beneath my chin. “Morning.”
He moves his arm out from beneath Sadie, much to her dismay. She growls softly, but we both know it’s not in an angry way, more a “Don’t stop touching me, Daddy” way.
I feel you, girl.
Last night was unbelievable. Chandler was kind, giving, and so damn sexy. I don’t know if I just forgot how great sex can be or if Chandler Moon just rocked my world. Either way, I am thoroughly pleased. We went at it three more times before we both finally passed out. I’ve never in my life done it so much in one night, but I don’t think either of us could get enough. At least, I couldn’t. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted, desired, and it was one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever had.
I rub my eyes, trying to ignore the need for him, but it’s freaking impossible. I’ve gotten a sample, and now I’m craving him even more than I did before.
“Move, you,” I hear Chandler say, and when I open my eyes, he’s pushing Sadie out of bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get to you,” he says simply as he gathers me in his arms. I go willingly, hooking my leg over his hip as our foreheads touch.
“My breath probably stinks.”
“It does,” he teases, and I grin wide. “But I don’t care.”
“Yours isn’t so hot either.”
“I know.”
“And I do care,” I say, and he flashes me his own wide smile, one that makes his eyes shine.
“Want me to move?”
“No.”
He squeezes my butt. “That’s what I thought.”
Our noses slide together before he presses his lips to my top lip. When he pulls back, it’s only to press the tip of his nose to mine. “So.”
“So.”
“Last night was really, really, I’m gonna say really again, so don’t judge me.”
I giggle softly as I thread my fingers through his hair.
“Really great.”
“It was all right,” I say, my eyes playfully teasing.
“You’re gonna make me prove you wrong, aren’t you?”
My thighs clench. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
He nibbles on my lips. “I bet you wouldn’t.”
I giggle again as he kisses down my jaw.
“I feel we should have done this a long, long time ago.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, maybe then we wouldn’t both have failed marriages.”
“You think so?”
“Know so. I would never leave this bed if you were in it.”
Oh, my heart is in so much trouble, and I know it. I can’t help but swoon. “So you just want me for sex?”
“Yup,” he teases as he nibbles on my neck, and I laugh loudly. He nuzzles my neck, kissing it softly. “I don’t want to leave.”
“You just don’t want to do the walk of shame in that loincloth.”
He chuckles against my neck before biting it softly. I take in a sharp breath as I arch into him. He inhales me, actually breathes me in as he cuddles me close. “Do you have plans today?”
“I don’t.” I graze my lips along his temple. “Do you?”
“No, but I want to make plans with you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” he says lifting his head to gaze at me. “Can I take you out?”
I shrug. “I guess.”
He grins as he nips at my nose. “Don’t sound too excited.”
Oh, if only he knew how excited I really was.
“So, question.”
I have my heels up under my butt as we drive toward town. I lean on my knees as I look over at Chandler. I’m still giggling, remembering watching him run home with Sadie in a loincloth. It was probably the highlight of my day, even if he was totally embarrassed. Unfortunately, now he’s in some jeans and a pullover, hiding that stunning body. It’s a little chilly but still nothing like Tennessee, so I’m wearing jeans and a tee.
“Yes?”
“Do you feel like going by that gymnastics place and getting that job?”
Why’d he have to bring that up? I look down at my knees, picking at the holes in my jeans. “Nope.”
“Darn it. I thought I sexed you good enough to make you want to go.”
I give him a dry look. “It wasn’t that good.” I’m only kidding. It was mind-blowing, but sex with him and going into that gym are on two different spectrums. As much as he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world, I still can’t imagine anyone else would think that.
He laughs out loud. “Fine. Challenge accepted.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Things are actually going well. I don’t want to ruin it with that.”
“Who says it will be ruined?” I just look at him, and he shrugs. “I’m serious. They’d take you in a heartbeat.” I don’t agree, but I don’t want to argue with him. Not after last night. When he reaches over, taking my hand in his, he brings it into his lap. He squeezes it lightly, and I glance over to see him smiling. “I believe in you.”
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? I think the last time someone said that was my dad. Tears cloud my eyes as I lean my head on my knees, watching as he drives. His smile remains. I want that. That confidence and belief in myself.
Why did I allow Drew to steal that from me?
When “Drive By” by Train starts playing, Chandler reaches over and turns the music up without letting go of my hand. A grin replaces my sullen look as he sings loudly and proudly. When he turns to me, grinning as he sings, I shake my head.
“You’re insane.”
“This is my jam,” he says, turning it up a little more. “Sing with me.”
So I do.
With the air blowing my hair around and our voices loud and awful, the heaviness on my heart disappears. I feel wild, young, and absolutely free. As our voices combine, he goes off on some falsetto that he should leave alone, and I know there is no way this thing we’ve got going on will be easy to get over. I knew the moment I touched him back in college there would be history between us. I just didn’t know we’d be in a truck together after a night of amazing sex, singing as if we’re back in college. As if we
don’t have two failed marriages and plenty of heartbreak.
No, we’re just happy.
“I’m such a shy guy,” he says at the end of the song, and I scoff.
“You are not.”
“I am!”
“Chandler, you asked me out the moment after you found out I wasn’t with Drew anymore.”
He gives me a grin. “Because I wanted you. Seriously, though, I’m shy. You make me nervous, and I start word vomiting on you, and then you somehow still want to kiss me.”
“What? I never wanted to kiss you.”
He snorts. “Liar. You wanted me the moment you saw me again too.”
“You’re insane. My dad was shy. He basically didn’t even talk to my mom on their first date. He was so nervous.”
“I don’t blame him. It’s hard to think or even speak when you’re in the presence of complete beauty.”
I laugh. “So you’re crushing on my mom?”
He shakes his head with a laugh. “I meant that about you.”
I grin. “See! You’re not shy. You’re the most confident person I’ve ever met.”
“Because of you.” He kisses my temple.
What the hell is happening? Damn it. If I thought sleeping with him as a rebound would be only sex, I’m a complete idiot. This guy is no rebound.
“I wish I had met your dad. Ryan always talks about how awesome he was.”
Pain tugs at my heart as I nod slowly. “He was the best. He treated me like a princess. Loved me more than himself. Hell, he loved all of us more than himself.”
Chandler kisses my palm. “He’d be proud of you. Even with the mistakes, Amelia, you’re getting back to you. I know you are.”
When I look at him, I swear the whole world fades away. No pain, no fear, nothing, just him and me. “I guess I’m gonna have to sleep with you again later.”
He smiles wryly before leaning over and kissing my jaw. “That was a given.”
He winks as he pulls back, and then he turns onto a very long road. I am a little confused about where we are. A huge building comes into view, and I see it’s called Malcolm Peterson Arena.
