by Kat Mizera
I continued stroking her nipples, cupping her breasts and nibbling on the soft spot behind her ear. Eventually we moved toward the bed and I nudged her forward. “On the bed, love. Face down, arse up.”
She crawled ahead of me, getting into position, and I gently moved her knees together. “The friction is more intense this way.”
Bloody hell, having her on display for me was like fucking Christmas. Her lower lips were glistening from her arousal and I was going to taste it in just a moment. I took another second to enjoy the view of her round ass in the air, all her sexy parts quivering and ready for me. With one finger, I traced a line down her slit, seeking out her clit and toying with it for a second. Then I knelt behind her and drove my tongue into her. She gasped, and momentarily jerked, but I grabbed on to her hips and pulled her back, using my tongue to make her squirm.
I licked and kissed every inch of her, eventually using my fingers to spread her open and flatten my tongue against the tender folds.
“Stu…” Her voice was shaky, knuckles white as she gripped the bedding beneath us.
“You want my cock, lass?”
“Yes. Please. Fuck me, Stu.”
“Oh, I will.” I pushed two fingers inside of her and sighed at the same time she did. She was so bloody tight and wet, this was going to be amazing. But I needed her to come again and loosen everything up because I wanted her so bad there was no way I could be gentle. I was going to get as literal as possible with the idea of riding her hard and putting her away wet. Her first orgasm had been sweet; her second would be sexy. By the time we got to her third, I planned to rock her world.
“Don’t move,” I murmured, grabbing the handful of condoms I’d taken out of my bag at the club. I sheathed myself so I was prepared when the time was right, but I went back to licking her sweet arousal.
“Stu…” She arched into my face, trying to spread her legs, but I kept them closed, liking the way she was starting to squirm. She would come hard in about thirty seconds, and I nibbled her clit, teasing the little nub until she started to pant. She was so ready, but I needed her to come on my face and then I’d give her what she really wanted.
Taking pity on her, I sucked her clit into my mouth and that was all it took. She jerked and cried out, pushing back against my face and coating it with her juices. This was what I’d been waiting for and before she stopped convulsing, I lifted to my knees and pushed into her tight little sheath.
“Oh!” Her cry was a mixture of pleasure and surprise, her pussy closing around my cock like a vise.
Damn, she was tight and squeezing around me with the last aftershocks of her orgasm. This was fucking brilliant and I held on to her hips as I started to move. Lindsay didn’t need gentle or careful; she needed to be fucked. If she wanted her eyes to roll back in her head, I planned to make that happen. My only regret was that I wouldn’t be able to see it.
I had a hard-and-fast rule about any positions that allowed for kissing or eye contact during intercourse. I almost always took women from behind because I didn’t do intimacy. I made exceptions if I was doing two women at once, since the logistics made it harder, but in general, this was the only way I could keep women at a distance. Especially one as sweet and beguiling as Lindsay.
Every time I thrust deep, she whimpered, but I already knew her sounds and body language well enough to know I wasn’t hurting her. She wanted more and I gave it to her. I picked up speed and went harder, bottoming out each time and watching carefully for cues that she was ready to come again. Not all women could do that so soon, but my gut told me Lindsay could and would. She was primed and ready for anything and everything and, judging by the way she was clawing at the bedding beneath us, she was worked up again.
“Can you take more?” I asked her.
“Yes!” She surged back to meet me, her sweet little ass bouncing in time to my thrusts.
I rubbed my hands over the soft globes of her ass, slowing down a little because she needed to come when I did and I was close. I slid a thumb between us, soaking it with her arousal, and then slowly moved to her back hole. I was positive her arsehole had never been touched, and while I wouldn’t do anything drastic, the tip of my finger would probably be all it took to send her spiraling.
With my thumb at her back entrance, I started to jackhammer into her, hard and rough and without mercy. She’d be thinking about me for days when I was through with her.
“Stu!” She bucked against me and I pressed my thumb partway into her ass.
If I’d wanted to hear my name on her lips, I couldn’t have asked for a sexier way for her to do it—she screamed loud and hard, saying my name over and over as she rocked against me.
I collapsed on top of her and her knees gave out. We were both breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat covering us, but I didn’t pull out. I loved the little aftershocks of an orgasm, where her pussy would flutter and clench, making me shudder a bit too.
Christ, that had been hot.
Sweet little Lindsay was a pent-up cauldron of passion that needed someone like me to help her let it out. Jesus, the things we would do if she were mine. I’d fuck her like this daily, and when she was ready, I’d take her ass too. She would love it. I knew she would and—
I abruptly stopped that line of thinking and closed my eyes.
Bloody hell. She wasn’t mine, she wasn’t going to be mine, and this was just sex. What the hell was wrong with me? It wasn’t like I was some teenage bloke shagging for the first time.
“Now that’s what I call a birthday present.” Her voice was muffled, her face half-buried in a pillow, and there was a faint smile on her lips.
I leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. “Happy birthday, lass. I hope it was a good one.”
“The best.”
Before I could wrap my head around getting up, getting dressed, or going home, I was asleep.
I woke to a warm, delicious feeling between my legs and groaned before I even opened my eyes. Sometime in the night I’d gotten up and staggered to the bathroom to clean up and then I’d come back to bed and spooned up behind Lindsay, like I was her boyfriend or something. I hadn’t done that in years. More years than I could count. And now we were going for round two the morning after. Something else I never did. But she was like a fucking drug because there was zero chance I was telling her to stop.
She was sucking me deep now, her silky hair tickling my thighs. I managed to pry my eyelids apart so I could take in the beautiful image of her lips wrapped around my cock, and it was even more stunning than I’d imagined. There was a slit in the curtains, allowing a sliver of sunlight to come in and it shone on her dark brown hair, making it appear almost auburn.
I was going to blow my load any second now, which was crazy for me, because I had a ton of staying power. I could usually get a woman off two or three times before I let myself go, but there was something about Lindsay that kept me on edge. She needed something from me, something I could easily give her, and no one had needed me in a very long time.
“You have a condom?” I rasped, pulling out of her mouth and tugging her on top of me. She reached over and grabbed a foil package, ripping it open and rolling it down my cock.
“Can I be on top?” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine.
“You can do anything you want to me.” And there went yet another one of my rules, right out the bloody window. What the hell was wrong with me? What was I saying? Why was I letting her break all my rules?
I wanted to hold down the pause button and hang on to this moment forever. The way she was looking at me, her eyes glassy from passion, her skin flushed pale red, and her gorgeous curves molded to mine. I couldn’t keep her, but in that moment, I really fucking wanted to.
It didn’t matter because she’d just sunk down all the way and had her hands on my shoulders. Her hair fell forward, haloing around her face, and her breasts were huge and round and right there for me to suckle. I lifted my head and nibbled one, rolling my tongue over her nippl
e as she started to rock back and forth, up and down. I sucked down harder, waiting until she clenched around me before letting up.
“Stuuuu…” Her voice cracked, her body jerked and she came, so hard and fast I barely had time to register my own orgasm, both of us crying out like we were being murdered or something.
“Christ on a cracker, you’re a bloody witch,” I muttered as she collapsed against my chest. I tensed, waiting for my usual uncomfortable response to tenderness and postcoital intimacy, but nothing happened. Instead, my eyes closed, my arms wrapped around her, and she nestled into me.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning, lass.” I stroked my hand down her back, loving how it felt to have her draped all over me. Before I knew it, we fell back to sleep.
Next time I opened my eyes, I was alone and I fumbled around for my phone to see what time it was. Two thirty in the afternoon. Damn, it was more than time to get up, and sweet, sexy Lindsay was gone.
Probably downstairs with Lexi and Zaan.
And now came the awkward morning after.
Normally, I didn’t give a fuck, but this was Lindsay. She was Lexi’s best friend, someone I would inevitably see again. She was also the sweetest, most delightful woman I’d touched in forever.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned up, pulling on my clothes and noting that my hair was sticking straight up. I needed a shower sooner rather than later, so I’d head home as soon as I said goodbye to Lindsay. I despised goodbyes, but she wasn’t the type of woman you just slunk away from, so I would man up and make sure I left her with a nice memory.
She was leaving me with one, after all.
Zaan was in the kitchen making a smoothie when I walked in, and he looked over with a grin. “Good morning. Or afternoon, I guess.”
I grinned back. “Afternoon.”
“The girls went shopping,” he said. “Lindsay asked me to give this to you.” He handed me an envelope.
I took it from him and slid it into my pocket. “Right then, I guess I’ll see you soon, mate.”
“Hang out. Have a cup of coffee while I drink my smoothie and then I’ll drive you home.”
“Er, sure. Thanks.” I really liked Zaan. He was a great guy, a hell of a hockey player, and he loved his wife, whom I also loved, though in a different way, of course.
“Hell of a time last night, eh?” He put a cup in front of me.
“It was a good time,” I agreed.
“Lexi wanted to do something nice for Lindsay. She’s been working so hard the last three years, and the next two months will be brutal.”
“What’s the next two months?” I asked curiously.
“She’s studying for the bar exam. It’s literally a seven-day-a-week job getting ready to take it. It’s intense.”
“Christ. She’s a smart lass, eh? Going to be an attorney?”
“Yeah, she’s amazing. I’ve been trying to set her up with a couple of my buddies on the team, but with her in Minneapolis, it’s hard to get them together. You lucked out last night.”
“I did.” I took a sip of coffee to hide my scowl. Thinking of her with one of those guys pissed me right the fuck off and it made no sense. Why did I give a shit if Zaan set Lindsay up with one of his mates? It wasn’t like I wanted her for myself.
Right?
Bloody hell.
5
Lindsay
Two dreams down, two more to go.
The first, of course, was finishing law school. Crossing the stage after graduating had felt amazing. I’d worked hard to finish my undergraduate degree in three years, so I now had a law degree at twenty-four and hopefully would be a practicing attorney by the end of the summer.
The second dream to come true was spending a night with Stu Killorn, the rock guitar god whose posters had graced my walls in college. Eight years ago, Waking Wonder had been a new band out of Scotland that I’d fallen in love with. I’d gone to see them four times that first tour—something I’d never admit to Stu now that I knew him—and had fantasized about him for years. So spending the night with him, well, there were no words for how cool that was. Even if Lexi teased me mercilessly.
Going to Vegas for my birthday week had been wonderful and a necessary break considering what loomed in front of me: essentially, two months of nothing but studying. It was going to be awful, but passing the bar was dream number three, so I was ready to do this. At least I hoped so.
Dream number four was far, far away, but marrying my own version of Prince Charming and living happily ever after was something I refused to give up on, even though my dating life was a disaster. More like it was nonexistent, but when was I supposed to have time? All I did was study during the school year and work in the summer. Not this year, of course, since I had to study all day, every day, until the bar exam at the end of July. It was now the first week of June and I’d just gotten back from my amazing trip to Vegas. Lexi and I had spent tons of girl-time shopping, drinking wine, going to spas, and of course, my epic birthday concert. That ended with me sleeping with Stu.
I still cringed a little when I thought about how I’d snuck out the next morning, but he’d made it clear there would be nothing but that one night, and having an awkward morning saying goodbye sounded horrible for everyone. I’d written him a note, though, which was also cringeworthy, but I wanted him to know how much I’d enjoyed myself and that it was okay. That I was okay. Because his professional relationship with Lexi was important. I would never do anything that might impact that relationship because the band was important to all of them. And after everything Stu had been through, he didn’t need drama in this new band.
My heart had broken the night I’d read about his arrest, the death of his band mate, and the end of Waking Wonder. Then I’d cried real tears when he’d been sentenced to a prison sentence for vehicular homicide. As a diehard fan, I hadn’t wanted to believe he’d done something so dangerous, so utterly reckless. I’d followed the trial as best I could from Minnesota, getting updates whenever possible.
Of course, back then, he hadn’t been real to me. He’d just been a rock star who’d fulfilled my teenage fantasies, and while his downfall had hurt, it wasn’t like we were real friends or anything. And then last year Lexi called to tell me she was working on a project with Stu. We’d giggled at our teenage memories since she’d been a fan too, though I’d never told her just how big a fan as I was, and then she’d sworn me to secrecy because this new band had a lot of potential.
When I flew out to Vegas to see them play last summer, it had been an impromptu trip and I’d met Stu for the first time. Lexi had said he was quiet, funny, drank a lot, and slept with everything that moved. She liked him, though, and had told me he’d been firm that the past was behind him and he would never ever talk about the accident, the trial, or his time in prison. No matter who asked. Once they’d agreed, they’d become good friends and now the band was hopefully on the verge of success.
Getting to watch Nobody’s Fool get going from the ground up was fascinating and I loved hearing about their music, rehearsals, the shows they’d played. That I’d gotten to see them twice already was amazing since I was a huge fan of concerts. And sleeping with Stu, well, the teenage girl living deep inside my psyche was completely head over heels for him.
Grown-up, mature Lindsay knew better, of course. Whether it was because it was my birthday or because I’d thrown myself at him, I’d never know, but I didn’t care. I’d rarely see him and hopefully by the next time we ran into each other, I’d be a busy new attorney with a job and an office. Maybe even a boyfriend.
Ha! That was funny. Even to me.
I’d long since given up on guys. The ones who liked me were boring as hell; the ones I liked were…well, Stu Killorn. Bad boy rock stars were the ones who made my heart beat faster. I rarely looked at guys in my classes in college or law school, but when I met guys who fit the bill at clubs, they were always running off with the size zero women. It was frustrating.
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Luckily, I was going to be far too busy in the next year to worry about men. It would be nice to have sex with someone other than myself once in a while, but now that I’d been with Stu, I was probably ruined for all other men. I’d never seen a penis like his. And not just because of the piercings either. It was huge and my girlie parts still clenched in excitement every time I thought about what it had felt like having him inside of me.
Crap. I didn’t have time for this.
I was supposed to be studying. But I was tired. It was eleven o’clock and I’d been at it since nine this morning, other than taking an hour for lunch and walking for thirty minutes after dinner with my mom. This was one of the hardest things I’d ever done and next week I’d start an online study course that was going to be that much more work. I’d marked the days on my calendar, though, crossing one out each day to show me how many days until the exam.
I crawled into bed and picked up my e-reader. My reward for more than twelve hours of studying was reading a few chapters of a new cozy mystery I’d downloaded. I had zero budget these days, so I could only get the free ones at this point. I hadn’t worked since last August, and my savings was down to a hundred dollars. I lived with my parents and they paid all my bills, including food, but I needed a job. It was a sacrifice we’d all made since they hadn’t been able to help me pay for law school, and I’d have over a hundred grand in student loans to show for it, but at least I was living at home. I drove the same Honda I’d had since high school and it had been so long since I’d bought new clothes, it was a little embarrassing.