by Coco Miller
I raise my hands and trace the muscles that are rock hard. He doesn’t move but lets me gently explore his chest, stomach, and arms. I pull my eyes from his incredible body and look up into his face. He is watching me with such an intense desire that my hands begin to shake again.
“My turn,” he says.
Leaning forward he runs his hands down my arms and across my belly. I suck in a breath and slightly arch my back when his hands near my breasts. He cups them over my bra and I moan. It feels utterly amazing.
“Hillary, I’m trying to control myself, but you are making it hard. Decisions, decisions. Should I feast on your body slowly or should I devour you quick and dirty and start right at your pussy?”
I snap my eyes open in response to his very dirty rhetorical question just in time to see him reach around and unclasp my bra. Dipping his head, he kisses a path down to my breasts. He licks each once and sucks a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God.” I cry softly as I arch my back, causing more of my breast to fit in his hot mouth. He pays the same homage to my other breast and I feel the wetness gush between my legs.
He abandons my tits and licks a path to my panties. When he reaches the top of them, I feel the need to squeeze my legs together.
“Don’t,” is all he says before pulling my panties down my legs. “Fuck, Hillary, I’ve never seen such perfection before.”
I feel my cheeks flush, but not so much with embarrassment as desire. Dipping his head, he places small kisses on my inner thighs and I feel my legs shaking. I’m nervous. I didn’t expect to be spread eagle on his bed twenty-four hours ago.
“Relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” As my heart pounds in my chest, I hope he’s right.
He pushes my legs further apart and runs a finger down my dripping wet center. Oh, God.
“Fuck, you are so wet. Do you have any idea how hot that is? Knowing that this juicy pussy is dripping with need for me.”
I drop my head back, becoming overwhelmed with desire. He slowly pushes a finger inside, and I buck off the bed.
“Easy. Just relax. I’m going to take care of you.” Adding another finger, he stretches me out, making me see stars.
“Shit, baby, when was the last time you had sex? You are tight as a drum.”
I should want to hide my face, because I’m a grown ass woman who peddles love for a living and practically a born again virgin, but I’m too turned on to even care that he notices.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Oh, I’m going to fix that tonight.”
He begins to pump his calloused fingers in and out of me, causing me to bite my lip in an effort to keep from screaming. The friction feels incredible and the faster he fucks me with his fingers, the faster I near my impending orgasm.
I’m sure he can feel my muscles tightening around his fingers because he pulls them out and licks at me like a dripping ice cream cone. This act unleashes something feral inside of me.
I fist my hands in Asa’s hair and begin to rub myself on his face. He lets out a growl that vibrates through me, pulling me closer to the edge. He slams two fingers back into me, causing me to scream, as he licks wildly at my clit. My orgasm crashes around me. It feels spectacular.
“Oh fuck, Asa.”
When I float back down to earth, he is hovering over my face.
“I knew you’d be even more fucking beautiful when you come.”
He kisses me and I taste myself on him. I’d never tasted myself before and thought it would disgust me, but the tanginess actually turns me on.
Breaking the kiss, he searches my eyes before whispering, “I need to be inside you. Are you all right with that?”
I reach up cupping his face and nod my head. “Yes.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes, Asa.”
He pulls off his jeans and black boxer briefs before leaning over to his nightstand to grab a condom. I catch a glimpse of his cock and my eyes widen. He’s much thicker and longer than anyone I’ve ever been with. No, not porno huge, but large.
Looking into my eyes, he rolls the condom on and lowers himself onto me. “I’ll go slow. You are in control here. We go as fast or as slow as you want.”
I can’t even speak right now so I just nod my head.
I feel him at my entrance and I dig my nails into his shoulders. Never breaking his stare, he slowly pushes inside me. At first it feels unnatural and then it feels exquisite.
My body stretches with every bit he pushes in but not quite wide enough. When he is halfway in, I wince and he immediately stops.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I lie.
He leans forward and breathes against my lips. “Relax, Hillary, I promise to make you feel good.”
Pressing his lips to mine, I open right up and our tongues meet. The more he kisses me, the more relaxed I feel. He pushes in further and since I’m starting to relax, it doesn’t hurt so badly. He gives one fast thrust and stills.
“I’m in. I’ll start slow, baby. You tell me when you want more.”
He slowly starts moving and my body cries out with need. I spread my legs farther apart and have the sudden urge to scream all sorts of dirty obscenities but I control myself.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Every word out of his mouth makes me want him more. Crave him more. This is a night I will never forget if I could just get my head out of the game and enjoy the ride.
“Faster, Asa.”
Without a single hesitation he almost growls as he picks up his rhythm and I close my eyes tightly, letting the delicious sensation of him inside of me takeover.
Muscle memory kicks in and I move my hips faster and he takes my hint and moves faster. The faster he moves, the harder he fucks me. Digging my nails in harder I throw my head back.
“Shit.” This feels good.
He runs his hands into my hair and tangles his fingers in my coils.
“Fuck, Hillary. You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”
He sucks on my neck and pulls at my hair as he slams into me. I know I’m close; I feel the long overdue feeling taking hold of my body.
“I’m so close.”
He lifts his head and rests it on mine. “I know you are, baby. I feel your pussy vibrating all around my dick. Damn do I feel you.”
That’s it. His dirty, raspy words throw me over the edge. I scream out his name as my orgasm rips through me with a force I’ve never known. He follows right behind me, growling my name.
“Hillary.”
We both lay there, chests heaving, as we come down from our release. He lifts his head off my neck and grins at me.
“That was amazing.”
It definitely was.
He kisses my lips gently and whispers, “Spend the night with me.”
I shouldn’t. I absolutely shouldn’t. This was just a one-night thing with a man I have no business even being out with. But I’m not ready for this to end. I just want a little while longer before reality sets in. That’s not a crime, right?
I shyly smile at him and nod my head. “Okay.”
He ever so gently presses his lips back to mine and we share the slowest, sweetest most passionate kiss. It’s different from the kisses we exchanged earlier. This one is not laced with lust but rather with… affection.
When he pulls back he winks at me, causing my heart to skip a beat. I never thought of winking as being hot, but on him it is.
I don’t think there is anything about Asa that isn’t hot. I’m not sure why he even needed an arranged date. Any woman in her right mind would want him. That I am definite about.
“I’ll get a t-shirt for you to put on.”
I watch him climb off the bed and take in his incredible body. His tight ass seems to beg for me to sink my teeth into it. His dick scrumptiously swings as he walks and I seriously consider giving him an impromptu blow job.
I quickly shake my head of thoughts I’ve never had as he
tosses a shirt to me. I sit up and pull it over my head as he yanks on his boxer briefs. I smile at him when he looks at me.
“Thank you.”
I think I’ve just my real life officer and a gentleman.
Chapter Seven
Hillary
Asa walks over, sits on the edge of the bed and grabs my face. “Thank you for tonight. I’ll be honest I was dreading it, but I can’t even remember the last time I was so…” He looks up for a second and back to me, “…happy.”
My heart feels like it will burst when he confesses it. “I was dreading it too. I don’t do set ups, but now I think I see the value of it. I owe your sister one.”
He shakes his head laughing. “You know, mentioning my sister in the bedroom is not really my idea of sexy.”
I bust out laughing and cover my face. “Yea, sorry.”
He pulls my hands away from my face and kisses my lips. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we order a pizza?”
Just the mention of pizza has my stomach growling. He lifts his eyebrows and I laugh saying, “Pizza sounds like a great idea.”
We trek out to the living room, me in his shirt, which is enormous on me, so I only slipped on my panties. Him in just his boxers, leaving his spectacular body on display.
As he orders the pizza, I look around the living room. It’s pretty empty, aside from a chair, couch, coffee table and TV. There are no pictures on the wall, no curtains on the window. No signs that anyone actually lives here.
“I only just moved in. I know it looks serial killer empty,” he says, chuckling behind me. Then flicking on the TV.
I spin around giggling. “I wasn’t thinking serial killer, but it definitely looks like no one lives here. When did you move in?”
He sits down on the couch and motions me over. I sit next to him and pull my legs under me, leaning my elbow on the back of the couch to face him. He grins and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“It’s only been two weeks. I’m not exactly good with decorating. I’m a no-nonsense guy. My sister wanted to help, but she’d like to do it in her style so I passed on that.”
I nod my head in understanding. “Your sister knows how to get what she wants.”
He throws his head back laughing and I join in. “Yep, she definitely does. Ever since she was a kid, she could convince anyone to do just about anything.”
“Is she in sales?”
He gives me a curious look. “No.”
That’s right, he thinks me and April are friends. Why wouldn’t I know what she does for a living? This is not right what I’m doing. I feel like a liar. A tinge of regret for how this set up went down hits me and I lose my smile.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks concerned.
Realizing my mistake, I smile and lean my head on my arm. “Nothing. I was just thinking how it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the company of someone I really enjoy.”
This causes him to give me a sexy grin, and he turns his body to face mine.
“I feel the same. Not sure how I got so lucky tonight though. I just can’t believe that someone as stunning as you doesn’t have to beat guys away with a stick on a regular.”
I shake my head grinning. “That’s a nice thing to say. Thank you. I’m just always so busy with work that I don’t take time for my own life, relationships included. I guess it’s something I should work on.”
“I think we’re working on it right now.”
My lips crook up in a slight smile.
“Yeah.”
He puts his hand on my bare leg and rubs small circles, causing a searing burn. “You must really love your job. What is it you said you did?”
Oh, fuck. Why did I bring this up? I’m so stupid.
“I work in an office, but umm, I really don’t want to talk shop. Why don’t you tell me what finally brought you back home?” Hoping this distraction works, I grin at him.
“They sent me home after I was injured.”
“Injured, how?” My eyes widen.
“It was nothing too serious. Just a knee injury that needed rehabilitation before they sent me on my way.”
“How did you injure your knee?”
His facial expression alters. “There was a bomb in the road. A road we traveled frequently in the town where I was stationed.”
“A bomb?”
“Yeah, unfortunately bombs are a risk that’s part of everyday life over there. It went off when our Humvee ran it over. Luckily, the force of the explosion sent me flying out of the truck. If I had been strapped in, I would have probably suffered more injuries. My buddy had a few fingers blown off because he was still in the jeep when it happened.”
“Wow, I’m so sorry that happened to you and your friends. Thank you for your service by the way, but you’re definitely ok right?”
I didn’t notice a limp or anything, but I just want to make sure, even though he seems just fine.
“I’m fine.” He assures me. “Funny enough, my knee only hurts when there will be rain. Besides, that’s not the primary reason why I moved back. I’m here to take care of my sis; she needed me. As you know her asshole husband, who was a friend of mine, cheated on her.”
Actually, I didn’t know that.
My heart breaks thinking of April and how hard that must have been for her. I don’t know her well, but what I do know is that she’s a sweet woman who loves people (like her brother) fiercely. She doesn’t deserve deceit. No woman does.
“I’m so sorry,” I breathe out. “That sucks.”
“This wasn’t a onetime occurrence either. That jackass cheated on her throughout their marriage. I feel partly responsible since he was my friend. So I needed to make sure I was here to clean up the mess he left behind.”
I stare at him, realizing I just let a tiny piece of him into my closed heart. How much of a ‘knight in shining armor’ is he? I’m spending the night with a very good guy who did very dirty things to my body tonight.
“That is very admirable, but you do realize that you aren’t responsible for him being a piece of shit.”
He shrugs his shoulders and squeezes my leg. “Maybe not, but either way, I needed to be here. But now that there are less tears and she’s back to her normal pushy self, it’s time I do me.”
Speaking of that, I wish he’d do me again. My body is so in tune to every move, touch, and sound he makes. Making me want to straddle him right now.
“I love the way you stare at me,” he says while licking the corner of his mouth.
I blink and try to stop the onslaught of sexual thoughts taking over. “Sorry,” I whisper, moving my eyes to look at the wall behind him.
“Don’t be. It’s good for my bruised ego.”
“Why would you be suffering from any ego issues?”
He smirks as he leans forward and captures my lips. I sink into him, letting a moan escape when our tongues touch. He lays us down on the couch, his weight on top of me once again.
“I feel like I’ve been living life, but I haven’t been alive. You made me feel that way tonight.”
“April mentioned that you don’t do too much outside of her and the kids. Am I the first woman you’ve uh been with in a while?”
“Whether I’ve been on dates with women while I’ve been home doesn’t explain what happened between us tonight. I don’t know how it’s possible after just meeting you, but damn, I feel such a connection to you.”
I stare into his sincere eyes as he pours his heart out to me. Normally, I would tell my clients to run from someone speaking like this. I would tell them to pay attention to all the glaring red flags.
Flag 1: He’s moving too fast.
Flag 2: He’s saying all the right things.
Flag 3: He’s too good to be true
Flag 4: This started with a lie.
Problem though is that I don’t give a rat's ass about the flags. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time, if ever. Asa evokes so many things inside of me that I don’t
think it will be possible for me to walk away after tonight. He’s right, and it’s obvious. I’ve never felt a connection like this. Why deny it?
I run my hand down his cheek and continue to stare into his soul through his eyes.
“You make me feel the same way. I didn’t realize how much I’ve neglected myself until tonight. I have you to thank for that.”
He gives me that sexy wink before crashing his mouth to mine. Lifting my hands above my head, he holds them in place with one hand and using his other he finds the bottom of his shirt I’m wearing.
His hand slowly travels up my body until he reaches my breasts. He cups one of them, massaging. It feels so good; I want his hands all over me. I go to pull my hand away from his so I can touch him, but he tightens his hold, turning me on even more. Breaking the kiss he looks down at me, eyes full of a heat I’ve never seen.
“I need to make you come again. I love the look that spreads across your face when you fall apart. You look gorgeous.”
Not one to argue, I bite my lip in anticipation of what is about to happen.
“Keep your hands above your head, Hillary. This is about you, and only you but only if you follow directions.”
My pussy drips with need at his words, and I nod my head. He lets go of my hands and I keep them in place, earning a grin. He moves down my body until he is settled between my legs.
Reaching up, he yanks off my panties and keeps his eyes focused on my wet center. I don’t even know if he realizes he does it, but he licks his lips before his head dips down. I’m tense waiting for his mouth to make contact, and when it happens, I exhale harshly out in relief.
He doesn’t go slow; no this is hot and fast. His talented mouth on my pussy is all I can focus on. He goes from licking hard and fast to kissing me deep. I’ve never had such an experienced mouth on me before, and I can already feel myself building up to my next, inevitable orgasm.
Not even realizing it, I bring my hands down and grab tightly onto his hair. He stops and my body aches with the loss of his mouth.