by Kira Blakely
Because that wasn’t embarrassing at all. Ugh, it shouldn’t have been, he was a doctor and I’d freaked out because of the effect he’d had on me.
“I can’t discuss what happened in the office today, it wouldn’t be professional, but –” He gave the smallest shake of his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Charlie.”
My knees knocked together. My name on his lips. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replied. “I was trying it on for size.” He bent and swept my hair back from my neck. “Charlie.” This time, directly into my ear.
I quivered.
The heat from his breath sent goosebumps racing down my spine. The reaction I’d had to meeting him this afternoon was dwarfed. It was nothing in comparison to this need.
The bar disappeared. It was this moment and nothing else.
“You’re shaking,” he said, softly. “For me. I haven’t even told you, yet.”
“Told me what?” I managed. Barely. Why was it so difficult to talk?
“About what happened to me today, when I saw you for the first time,” he whispered. “You made me crazy, Charlie. Just the sound of your voice made me hard. The way you walked, fuck. I wanted to bend you over my desk right there.”
I bit back a moan. What the hell is happening?
“I’d love to hear you moan my name,” he said, still not touching me, still just his breath on my ear. On my throat.
I closed my eyes and focused on nothing but that sound, that sensation, and the scent of his cologne—lemon and leather and something else, intangible.
“To moan it while my tongue teases your hot, sweet pussy.”
“D-do you always speak to women like this?” I asked, trying for resolve, but it was akin to fighting a tide—my own arousal, roaring toward me. A tsunami of need.
“No,” he said. “You bring this out in me. I wasn’t going to come over.”
I opened my eyes and turned my head to the side, just an inch, caught his gaze with mine. “Then why did you?”
His tan brow wrinkled, a flicker of uncertainty? Doubt? “You know why,” he replied. “You feel it, too.”
And I did. An inexorable tug behind my navel, like a chain connecting me to him. I wanted the distance between us to close. You have to stop. This isn’t—why would you? You’ve never done that with anyone else before. So, why him? You don’t even know him!
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said, and I blinked. “I want you to know that. I’m leaving tomorrow, and I probably won’t be back for years.”
My stomach sank. Not that it mattered. I didn’t know him! I shouldn’t care. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want you to come back to my motel. Now.”
“Now? Me—but my friend. I—” I’m a virgin. It wasn’t as if I’d been saving it for anyone special. It’d just never happened. Sex and men had never been my priority. How could they have been, given the circumstances?
Houston’s fingers brushed a line down my cheek and touched my bottom lip.
I let out a sigh.
“Come with me. If you say no, I’ll walk away. You’ll probably never see me again.”
My inside twisted at that. Never?
“If you say yes…” His tone thickened. “If you say yes, Charlie, you’ll never forget me. You won’t want to.”
Is that what I want?
He let go of me and stepped back, towering once again. So impossibly huge, and muscular and dreamy. “What’s it going to be?”
Chapter 4
Houston
The motel wasn’t far from the Clear Springs Bar, but every second in the car with her was abject fucking torture. Every little noise she made drove me to the brink of distraction.
I’d had women before, but nothing came close to this level of attraction. It was sheer desire, and seeing her out tonight was sheer coincidence. Fuck it, serendipity.
My only friend in town had cancelled on me, but I’d gone to the bar anyway, still thinking about the angel teacher from earlier, only to find her sitting all alone. The sight of her from behind, the hourglass figure, the peach-shaped ass struggling to fit on the barstool, had pushed me past my brink.
And here we were. Choked up. In the car I’d rented for my stay in Summit Springs.
“I should’ve told Pamela in person,” Charlie said.
My dick twitched. That voice, god dammit. “I’ll take you back, just say the word.”
“No, it’s OK. She’ll—understand?”
“You don’t sound so sure,” I replied. A concept unknown to me. I was always sure of everything. It helped I spent most of my time reading, working out, or delivering babies. Not all that at the same time, though. I wasn’t that fucking awesome.
Regardless, none of those activities left room for doubt.
“It’s just—I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I slowed the car on the approach to the motel and caught her gaze. Christ, she was beautiful. Her pale, thin fingers twisted the hem of her skirt, and she chewed on her plump bottom lip.
“That’s good news,” I replied. “I haven’t either.”
She snorted and even that was sexy.
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you, the tall, handsome doctor, have never taken a woman home from a bar,” she replied. “I’m innocent, but I’m not stupid.”
I pulled up outside the place and put the car in park, cut the engine. I undid my seatbelt and turned toward her. “That’s not what this is,” I replied. “I don’t take random women home from bars.”
“Oh, yeah? Then how come I’m in your car?” she asked. Clearly, this had freaked her out. Perhaps, as much as it’d done for me.
“You tell me,” I replied.
“I—can’t. I just know it’s right. I want to be here,” she whispered. Charlie’s fingers clamped down on the hem of the skirt again.
A wash of fresh, hot desire scoured me. Fuck it, she was adorable. Innocent, ripe to be taken. I could spend a week on a woman like her, months even, teaching her things that’d blow her mind.
Instead, I had one night. And she was prepared to give me something important, something I wouldn’t fuck up.
Her first time.
“I’ll understand if you want to go back,” she said and finally released her skirt. “I’m sure you’re used to women who know what they’re doing.”
“I’m not taking you back.” I brushed her hair behind her ear—small, cute, perfectly suited to her angelic features.
She raised her chin. “Good. I—this is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had. But I like it.”
I did, too, but I could picture a far better use for our time right now. “Come with me,” I said and got out of the car. I crossed around to her side and opened the door for her, then offered her my hand.
She took it and got out, her cowboy boots crunching on the dirt in the lot. I guided her toward the door to my room, each step more difficult than the last, simply because the proximity drove me fucking crazy.
Charlie’s breaths came fast and hard. She halted in front of the door and turned to face me. “You’re leaving tomorrow,” she said.
“Yes,” I replied and placed my arms either side of her on the door jamb and leaned in. The light and shadow cast her face in mystery. “For Alaska.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Doctor,” she said. “But I’m not going to—” She cut off to swallow. “I don’t want you to think I’m going to wait for you, either. If this is going to be one night, then that’s it.” Defiance, strength, fuck it, this woman was so much more than an angel. “One night and that’s all.”
I stared down at her tight, supple body and smirked. One night and that’s all. Fine by me. Or it should’ve been. “You sure about that, Charlie?”
“Uh huh.”
That noise was irresistible, and the slight pout of her blowjob lips with it, was too much to bear.
I dragged my keys out of my pocket and opened the door. She made to turn.
“Stand still,” I grunted.
She froze, right away.
“Good girl.” I didn’t open the door.
I forced her up against it, cupped both cheeks in my hands, and smoothed my thumbs over them.
Charlie pressed herself into me, dropped her head back and exposed a slender, pale neck. “What are you—?”
I claimed her lips. Mine. Parted them and slipped my tongue inside. Tasted the sweetness within. Mine. All fucking mine. Just for this one night. I shoved that thought aside and focused on her flavor, unique, cranberry-tinged.
Charlie moaned into my mouth and grabbed two fistfuls of my shirt. She pulled herself closer to me, only because she couldn’t pull me closer to her. “Oh, wow,” she whispered, in between kisses. “Oh, wow.”
I ran my hands down the front of her blouse and grasped one of her breasts. Her nipple pricked at the silk. No bra. Holy fuck. I massaged, slow circles, and kissed a line down her throat to the crook of her neck.
She clung to me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and groaned.
“Quiet,” I said.
The parking lot behind us gave way to this breezeway, and there were plenty of lights. Plenty of opportunities to get caught. It made this moment even hotter.
I took hold of her skirt, hiked it up on one side, and smoothed fingers up her thigh, touched the wet cotton triangle between them. Christ, it was soaked through. I shoved it aside and ran my fingers over her lips, down to her entrance.
“Houston,” she whispered. “Houston, please.”
“What?” I asked and tapped her hole, held back from slipping my index finger inside, and worked her breast all the while. I’ll devour her. Consume every bit of this woman’s body.
She swallowed and shifted her legs. “I need it,” she managed.
I slipped one finger inside her, and she clenched it tight, practically sucked it right in. I growled and forced her back against the door, worked it deeper inside her, to the knuckle.
Charlie whimpered against me, her breaths streaking from her lips. Short gasps driven by need.
“You’re going to beg me,” I said. “You’re going to beg me for more after tonight. You said just one night, and you’ll never forget it, Charlie. I’m going to make your body mine.”
She whined and banged her head against the door.
I withdrew my finger from her and raised it to my lips, let her see what I was about to do. I drew that finger between my lips and tasted her. Her cum was sweet, creamy, and I loved it.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I—”
But I didn’t let her finish the thought. I dropped to my knees in front of her and tore her skirt upward, tapped the insides of her thighs with the backs of my hands. She parted her legs, obediently.
Even better.
Her pink lips glistened with her juices, and they were swollen, too. I blew gently on her mound and it pulsed, the strip of cotton that had separated it from the cool night air tugged into the crook where her thigh met it.
“Look at you,” I grunted. “Fuck it. You’re so wet, Charlie.”
She whimpered again and braced herself by gripping the doorknob behind her. “Someone could s-see,” she whispered. “I can’t let anyone see.”
“Then we’d better make you come quick.” I lifted her leg and sloped it over my shoulder, then took hold of both of her pert ass cheeks and pulled her toward me.
I dragged my tongue over her clit, and she cried out. “Charlie, if you’re not going to be quiet…” I said and punctuated the warning with a lick.
She gave another moan, this one muted.
“Better,” I said.
My tongued chased between her pussy lips and to that slick hole, desperate for me. I dove into it, tasted more of her, drank her up. Christ, I was intoxicated by this woman. Her flavor was addictive. I’d never enjoyed eating pussy like this before.
I withdrew from her velvety walls and focused on the pink pearl, flicking my tongue, up and down once, then circling it, pressing my face against her flesh, into her. More. I have to have more of this.
“More,” she whimpered. “Oh, god.” She bucked her hips and moved with me, circling, circling. Her breaths labored, catching in her chest. “I’m going to—I’m so close. I—” She fell apart in my arms, her muscles tightening up, her ass clenching beneath my hands.
Charlie’s pussy spilled hot juices down the inside of her thighs, and I broke away from her clit and licked it up, savored it.
She shuddered and leaned back, her hand slipped on the knob.
The door crashed inward.
Charlie stumbled backward, and I caught her by the ass cheeks, stopped her fall. Thank god for that.
A tiny giggle burst from her lips. “Whoops.”
I grinned and rose from my crouch, put her leg back down on terra firma. “It’s past time we head inside, anyway,” I said and walked toward her.
She backed up, her skin still flushed from her orgasm.
Christ, I couldn’t wait to give her another, this time, while I was balls deep inside her, thrusting to my heart’s content. To my dick’s content.
I snatched the keys from the lock, then kicked the door shut behind me.
Charlie waited in the center of my room, a few feet from my bed—cream sheets, freshly made, waiting to be mussed by our sex. She stared at me, tilted her head to one side, her skirt still hiked up, her cotton thong pulled to one side. She bit her finger.
“Fuck, you’re so delicious.”
“I didn’t get to taste you,” she whispered back and reddened all over again.
I unzipped my jeans, popped the button, and then dropped them, exposing my dick to her for the first time.
Her jaw dropped.
“That’s a good start,” I said.
It was more of a joke than anything else, but Charlie lowered herself to her knees on the carpet and shimmied forward on them. She wanted a taste, huh? Well, who was I to stop her?
This would be our night. Tonight, I’d show her the true meaning of pleasure.
Chapter 5
Charlie
The motel room was a blur around me. Walls and a carpet. A bed. There was probably a window and a bathroom somewhere, but I didn’t care.
Houston’s throbbing dick was my entire focus.
He was so thick I couldn’t imagine how he’d fit inside me. He was so long… I swallowed and shuffled toward him on my knees, sweat trickling down my spine.
He ate you out in front of the motel. If anyone saw… But no one had. There hadn’t been any cars, and there were no people. I’d kept as much of an eye out as possible. And it was late. The motel was on the outskirts of town. Not now! Stop freaking out and ruining this, Charlie.
Houston stopped me with a hand to my shoulder. “Look at me,” he said.
I obeyed.
“Do this only if you really want to, Charlie. After this—”
After this, he’d take my virginity. He’d be my first time. I pulsed and tightened up. I wanted that more than anything, right now, so much that my anxiety was at a minimum. That said a lot—I’d always been caught up in butterflies or cold sweats since as far back as I could remember.
I took his cock in my right hand and scooted closer to it. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the tip, where clear fluid had gathered. Slightly salty, clean. Oh, it’s delicious. It’s addictive. My tongue roved over the head of his dick, circled the ridge, toyed with the smooth space on its underside.
Houston grunted and dragged fingers through my hair, tugged it back. “Wet your hand,” he said.
I placed my palm on my pussy and rubbed it back and forth, collecting all the wetness that’d gathered since he’d picked me up from the bar.
“Christ,” he said.
“What?” I looked up at him. “What did I do wrong?”
He pulled my locks again, harder this time, so pain pricked at my temples and along my forehead. “Nothing. I meant wet it with your spit, but this is way hotter. You’re n
aughty.”
I’d never been naughty before, but this felt right.
I smoothed my fluids down his shaft and back up again.
Houston twitched and growled.
“Like that?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Suck me, now.”
Once again, I obeyed. If all I did tonight was obey his orders, I’d be over the moon. Everything that’d happened so far had rinsed fear from my soul. It was wild, free, unbelievable.
“Now, Charlie.” His eyes flashed.
I placed my lips around his head and sucked, then popped free. “It’s good,” I whispered. “It tastes so good.”
He pressed me forward, and I took him in my mouth again, working my hand up and down his shaft in tandem. He guided me, set the pace with thrusts of his hips and the tight grip on my hair.
“Fuck yes. That’s right. Look at me while you’re doing it. Look up at me.”
I met his gaze and sucked, moved my tongue. My eyes rolled back a little, and I jerked forward, took as much of his fat dick between my lips as possible. I gagged and my eyes watered, but it wasn’t enough. I had to have more.
More of his flavor and his dick inside my body. Wherever, my mouth, my pussy. I had to have it.
“Charlie,” he said. “You’re so fucking perfect. Come here.”
He released his grip on my hair and took hold of my elbows, urged me up.
“Uh-uh,” I said, around his dick. I slurped on it and took it deep again, choked, drew back, repeated the motion. It was too good. I don’t want to stop. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to swallow all he has and—
“Charlie.” It came out almost a stammer.
I loved that I had that effect on him. I sucked his head again, tongued the ridge, and—
Houston tugged me upright, and his dick popped free from my lips.
“But—” I groaned.
He pressed a finger to my lips—the insane urge to lick that, too, tickled my consciousness. “You do as I say, gorgeous. Now, take off your clothes. All of them.”
I started with my boots and socks. Next came I unzipped my skirt, shimmied out of it, then unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off. My nipples puckered at the contact with cool air. I tucked my thumbs beneath my cotton thong, and Houston held up a hand.