by Evelyn Sola
While he has me immobilized, he goes crazy on my body. He kisses and sucks the side of my neck with such force, I know he will leave marks. I’m too far gone to care. I lose myself at the feel of his mouth. He glides his lips and the tip of his tongue down the side of my neck and across my breasts, setting my skin on fire along the way.
He latches onto a nipple, making all breath leave my body. I wrap my legs around him and grind on his dick, coating him with my desire.
He twists from between my thighs and spreads one leg apart with his free hand.
“Don’t move,” he commands, his voice strained.
His large hand finds its way between my folds, spreading me apart right before he spears me with two fingers. He sinks them all the way in as he returns to my mouth, kissing me so deeply that I have no room in my mind for anyone or anything else.
I’m lost in the passion that I can’t even protest when he removes his fingers. He kisses all the way down my body until he gets between my legs. He grabs a breast, squeezing it tight as he covers my pussy with his mouth.
He sucks and bites, taking me to the brink, then he stops abruptly. With too much speed for someone his size, he reaches into his nightstand to retrieve a condom. He’s sheathed and positioned at my entrance within seconds, pushing all the way inside of me, claiming me with one thrust.
He doesn’t go easy on me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his girth. He doesn’t start off slow and lead his way to the deep thrusts. No, he doesn’t. He drives inside of me as deeply as possible with each thrust, pushing me into the mattress. He bites and sucks on my nipples so hard, I know my neck won’t be the only evidence of this unexpected night.
He claims me over and over again until I crash, calling out his name. Our bodies are slick and coated with sweat, but he keeps going. Deeper each time until he stalls on top of me. He leaves my breasts and orders me to look at him. With our eyes locked, he thrusts as deeply as possible one last time.
A string of curses leaves his mouth as he spasms on top of me, causing me to have another orgasm. He stays on top, breathing hard, coating my body with his sweat. He kisses me again, this time a slow, sensual kiss as I taste myself on his tongue.
He finally rolls off my body, takes off the condom, and tosses it on the floor. He pulls me to him, wraps me in his arms and kisses the top of my breast.
We lie there, neither of us saying a word. The storm starts again, bringing thunder and rain more savage than before. He holds me tighter, soothing me with his lips on my skin.
Soon, he sets my body ablaze again. He must sense it, because his kisses turn from soft to rough. Claiming me. We lose ourselves in each other again and again. Neither one of us saying a word, but both of us knowing exactly what the other one needs.
CHAPTER 13
JASON
I wake up with the sound of light rain hitting my window, a warm body wrapped around me, and a soft breast smashed against my bare chest. I was hard when I woke up but feeling her naked body against mine has turned me to stone.
She moans softly and snuggles even closer. I harden even more as I glide my fingertips across her breasts. She rewards the touch with goose bumps spreading across her body. I kiss the tops of her breasts gently and then suck on a nipple when my alarm goes off.
“It’s Sunday,” she groans into my chest. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s the last thing I want to do, but I have to get to work.”
Instead of pulling away, she gets closer and throws a leg across my thighs.
“I hate work. Work sucks,” she says, her voice thick with sleep. Instead of getting up, she stays with her eyes closed. Unable to stop myself, I glide my fingertips along her spine. She moans softly and moves even closer, covering us both with the discarded blanket. Once we’re covered and comfortable, she grabs my hard cock with her hand.
I look at the clock again and curse when I realize I’ll barely make it to work on time if I take the train, and I’ll definitely be late if I end up driving her home and driving myself to work.
“No time, angel. I always want to take my time with you. Raincheck.”
I kiss her forehead one more time and try to extricate myself from her, but she holds on, pressing her leg on my thighs to keep me in bed.
“You can stay here and wait for me. I know you know how to make yourself at home.” I finally pull myself out of her arms and walk my naked ass to the bathroom. As I shower, all I can imagine are her hands on my body and the softness of her breasts in my hands.
I’m still hard but can’t bring myself to rub one out with her just a few feet away. I turn the water to cold, and eventually, I shrivel up. I expect to find her sound asleep when I come back out, but just like the day we met, she’s a complete surprise.
Her hair is in some sort of bun being held together by a pen, and she’s wearing the same clothes she had on yesterday, only a lot more wrinkled. She’s leaning down, looking under the bed, her plump ass sticking up in the air, waking up my dick again.
“I thought you were going to sleep in?” I say. My voice surprises her because she jumps up, holding a shoe in her hand. She looks at me as she licks her dry lips. The way her teeth sink into her bottom lip tells me exactly what she’s thinking as she looks over my body. Water glistens on my chest as I hold the towel wrapped around my waist.
“Going to head home.” Her words come out rushed, and she swallows repeatedly. She distracts herself by sitting down on the bed to put on her shoes.
I take the towel off and smile to myself as the shoes slip from her fingers, landing with soft thuds on the carpet. I turn my back to her as I put on my boxer briefs.
“I have extra toothbrushes in my bathroom. I won’t tell you exactly where they are. Give you a reason to snoop.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I can see a smile spread across her face. After sliding her sandals on, she walks past me and into my bathroom. By the time she comes back out, I’m dressed, and in the kitchen making coffee. I pour her a mug, and without asking, she goes into my fridge and pulls out the creamer. She looks through my pantry until she finds sugar and adds both to her coffee.
We’re silent as we drink. The only movements are in our eyes as we give each other long, lingering looks. Unable to stay away from her for another second, I cross the room, take the mug from her hand and plant a kiss on her soft, pink lips.
Her expression is shy when I finally break the kiss, and she looks around the room, her cheeks rosy, as she finishes her coffee.
“Ready, angel?”
Her cheeks pinken even more at the endearment. “I can get myself home. You probably need to get to the hospital.” She reaches for her purse and walks away from me. I catch up with her at the door and steer her to the back of the house to the detached garage. She doesn’t say a word when I open the passenger door of my SUV for her. She doesn’t argue when I ask for her address and she doesn’t say a word the entire drive to her house. And when I put my hand on her lap, she only hesitates briefly before she lays her hand on top of mine.
When I pull up to her house, I don’t hesitate. I reach over and devour her mouth. I taste the coffee on her tongue as I squeeze her breasts. It takes all of my willpower not to have my way with her in the back seat of my car. Reluctantly, I pull away, leaving both of us breathless.
“Get some more rest. I’ll see you later, darlin’,” I whisper to her. “Last night was amazing.”
She nods shyly at me as she reaches for the door handle.
“Have a good day at work, Dr. Dupree.” She hops out of the car and runs to the house. The rain has gotten heavier and I pray that the thunder stays away. Once she opens and closes the door behind her, I pull away from the curb, grateful for the lack of traffic on this early Sunday morning.
CHAPTER 14
ALEX
I’ve never been the type of girl to question myself when it comes to sex. My mother talked to me about sex openly, and she told me never to be ashamed of my body. As long as it was
mutual and consensual, it was fine. It should be a pleasurable act, she’d say. She never wanted me to fall into society’s rules about sex. Women can enjoy it too without shaming, and I’ve always believed that. I’ve never been promiscuous, but I’m far from a prude. I more than enjoyed my night with Jason. He set my body on fire with nothing but the gentle glide of his fingertips. Hell, I nearly came just from the darkening of his eyes as he looked at my body.
And when I woke up the next morning wrapped all around him, all I wanted to do was climb him. That’s the one thing he denied me that night. Every time I wanted to take control, he’d flip me over and take me from the side or from behind, but the best was having him on top of me, eyes locked with mine as he feasted on my body.
I don’t regret any of it. Despite him not being the ultimate plan. I enjoyed every second. Then he dropped me home, and instead of spending the rest of the morning in bed getting the sleep I lost out on the night before, I found myself thinking about him. Wishing he was in the cramped condo with me, holding me as we listened to the sound of the rain.
God, the way he held me through the thunderstorm. I can still feel his lips on my forehead and hear his soothing words. I’d never felt so protected and safe.
But it was just one night of passion that I will never regret, but I know it for what it was. A night of sex and nothing else. Sure, there was a connection I’ve never experienced with anyone else before, but he’s not the one.
Since my mother died, I’ve dreamt of her often, yet she never spoke, except that one time. That one time she told me to let love in and not spend my time on earth alone like she did.
The very next day, I met John Doyle. We had a connection too, though nothing this intense. What we shared was comfortable and easy. That’s a good thing, I think. What I have with Jason is too intense. Too hot. It’s unsustainable. It would only burn itself out.
I ignore the voice in my head telling me that Dr. Doyle ghosted me and that it didn’t matter that he made it a point to come and talk to me at the party. He barely got a word out before Jacob interrupted and pulled Doyle away, claiming he had a medical question.
I ignore the fact that I can barely remember the kiss I shared with him but can still taste Jason on my tongue. I can still feel him inside of me and smell him on my skin. The same skin that bears the marks of our night together.
None of that matters because I’ve not heard from Jason since he dropped me off at home. I haven’t heard from Ananda or Mellie since they abandoned me either, but I’ll deal with them when I get to work.
Pressed for time, I don’t bother to stop for a quick breakfast at my favorite café. I don’t allow disappointment to register when Jason isn’t standing outside of the hospital. I simply make my way to the office.
“You two are bitches,” I say the minute I step through the doors and spot Mellie and Ananda. “I can’t believe you two abandoned me. Not only that, you didn’t even bother to check up on me at all yesterday.”
Mellie, from her desk, looks me up and down. She stands and comes to stand right in front of me.
“You were with my brother. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and judging by that scarf around your neck, he took real good care of you.” She elongates the word real, causing Ananda to cackle. My hands fly to the thin scarf around my neck, but that doesn’t stop Ananda from coming up behind me and pulling away the scarf, exposing the visible evidence of my night with Jason.
“You slut!” Ananda shrieks in the office. This time, it’s Mellie who cracks up laughing. She laughs so hard she holds on to a chair for support.
When she finally gets herself under control, she says, “I don’t want any more info. This is my brother we’re talking about.”
“Fine,” Ananda says. “You can tell me all about it later.”
“Mellie, I should torture you by telling you every last, dirty detail.”
Mellie quickly walks out of the office, promising to bring coffee for us all.
“So, how dirty was it?” Ananda asks.
I leave her hanging and slowly walk to my desk. She comes over and sits on the edge as I log into my computer.
“You know I don’t kiss and tell, Nanda, but it was filthy.” And with that, she looks up at the ceiling as if in prayer.
“Hot damn, girl. It’s about time. No more Dr. Doyle.”
“What are you talking about? It was just one night, and you don’t see Jason here, do you? I didn’t even hear from him yesterday,” I tell her. I don’t mention that I haven’t thought of Doyle since seeing him at the party.
“Well, why were you waiting around for him to call you? Why didn’t you call him? Girl, we don’t sit around and wait on men anymore. We make shit happen.”
“Well, I couldn’t call him. We never exchanged numbers, but he could have gotten mine from Mellie,” I argue.
“You could have, too.” She walks back to her desk, waving at me dismissively. “Don’t start on that passive shit, Lex.”
“What passive shit?”
“That shit you do. Waiting for that stupid Dr. Doyle to know you’re alive. Waiting for some fantasy to happen. Just waiting for shit to happen to you. Jason is here, and he’s the one who wants you. And the brother is so fine it should be a sin, girl. Biblical level sin with his tall, fine ass.”
I choose to ignore Ananda and type a response to an email from Beth. When I don’t respond, she stands up.
“You’re just going to ignore me?” she asks.
“You didn’t ask a question, Ananda, but whatever. It was one night. You act like he and I are going to end up doing the happily ever after thing. Why? Because of some bullshit from a psychic?”
“It’s bullshit now? You were all about it when you thought Wendy was talking about someone else.”
“Ananda, I’m not going to argue with you about it, okay. It was a great night. I’m going to leave it at that.” To put an end to this ridiculous discussion, I pick up my phone and start dialing. Taking the hint, Ananda walks away.
Mellie returns a few minutes later and drops a large coffee on my desk complete with a muffin from the cafeteria. I mouth a thank you, and she winks at me, a secret smile on her lips.
I ignore her too. I spend the entire morning ignoring my friends and concentrating on work, but at every turn, Jason Dupree remains in my thoughts. As I listen in on a conference call, I think of his large hands roaming all over my body. As I read emails and update my files, I think of his mouth setting my skin ablaze. As I walk over to the small staff kitchen to grab water, all I can feel is his giant cock entering my moist, wanting flesh. And all I want is for him to do it again. And again. And again. Thoughts of taking him in my mouth, bringing him to orgasm with my tongue also flash before my eyes.
The rest of the day flies by, and no one talks about Dr. Dupree again, but I don’t miss the smiles Mellie keeps throwing my way.
I haven’t seen Jason the entire day. I’m both relieved and disappointed.
Despite it being only Monday, I’m already over the work week. I’m out the door at exactly four thirty, yelling a hasty goodbye to my coworkers and muttering something about not wanting to miss my train.
“Whatever,” Ananda yells after my retreating back. Still irritated by our conversation this morning, I do my best to push it out of my mind as I make my way to the front door.
I have a single focus as I walk swiftly to the exit. Just as I reach the revolving door, someone grabs me by the elbow. Expecting to see Mellie or Ananda, I turn around to tell them I’m not in the mood, but it’s Jason who’s standing in front of me holding firm to my elbow.
The first thing I notice is that he looks exhausted. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s been clean shaven, but today, he has about two days of growth on his face. His eyes look sunken, and his clothes are wrinkled. I take a step closer to him, but remember I’m supposed to be reserved when it comes to him, I attempt to pull out of his grasp, but he holds firm.
“Angel,” he says, smiling wid
e, “why the rush?” He lets go of my elbow, but he takes one quick step in front of me, invading my space.
“Dr. Dupree,” I say, crossing both arms over my chest, shielding his view from his favorite place.
“Why so formal?” He reaches over and runs a hand through my hair. “I much prefer when you call me Jason. In fact, I prefer when you scream Jason.”
“Won’t be doing that again.” I turn on my heel and head for the door, but I don’t make it two steps before he grabs my elbow again.
“Why not? You enjoyed it.” It’s not a question. He reaches over, pulls the scarf from my neck and rubs his thumb over the marks. I immediately need a change of panties.
“I did enjoy it,” I say, meeting his dark stare. “But it was a one-time thing.”
“Why? Because of Dr. Dud?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He holds my hand in his and steers us away from the front door and into an elevator. I try to pull my hand from his, but he tightens his grip, sending shivers down my body. We slide into the elevator right before the doors close. Seconds later, we’re in the hospital garage as he leads me to his car.
He opens the passenger door and gestures for me to get in. I try to walk around him, but he surprises me when he leans down and places the gentlest of kisses on my cheek.
“Alex, I’ve been here since yesterday. I could have left two hours ago, but I waited for you. We need to have a long talk, but I need you to understand something first.” He leans back down and whispers in my ear, “I’m really into you. You’re all I’ve thought about since I dropped you off yesterday.”
He pulls back and strokes my hair again. “And despite how you think you should feel, I know you’re into me, too. Come home with me, please.” He holds my stare before his eyes dip down to my lips. He leans in, kissing them softly. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me flush against his body.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll come home with you.”