by Toni Aleo
“You want it?” he asked, his voice laced with lust and all things dirty.
She could only nod as she gasped for breath.
“Say it; say you want me deep inside you.”
“Please,” she whispered.
His mouth pulled up at the side, his chest rising and falling, as he circled the head of his cock around her sensitive clit. She jumped, crying out as her fingers tangled in the sheets.
“Say it, Reese, tell me.”
She reached for his cock to do it herself but he smacked her hand away, speeding up the pressure from the head of his cock. She cried out, her body shaking under him, as her eyes met his. He was smiling, his eyes dark, and she wanted to scream but instead she whispered, “Fuck me, Phillip. I want you so fucking bad.”
“That’s my girl,” he said as his mouth hovered over hers, his lips gently touching hers. Kissing his top lip, she smiled, and then he pushed inside her, his fingers biting her thighs as she cried out. He filled her completely and utterly deliciously. She wanted to cry at how perfect it felt to have him so deep inside her. Another thing that had never happened to her, but he was moving in such a way that had all thoughts gone. He was a pussy killer, that’s all there was to it.
“So fucking good,” he groaned as he moved into her, the sound of their body slapping together, mingling with her cries and his grunts. She met each thrust, heightening the pleasure. She closed her eyes as her body clenched him. Then she came undone again, screaming out until his mouth covered her. His body stilled against hers, his fingers biting into her waist, as his cock throbbed inside her, filling her with his seed. Pulling away, their breaths mingled as they both tried to catch their breaths. Moving his nose along hers, he smiled. She giggled before running her hands up his back. He was heavy, so freaking heavy, but she welcomed it.
His lips trailed her jaw before kissing her ear and taking her lobe in his mouth to suck. She giggled some more, feeling euphoric and satisfied as his hands moved up from her waist to her breast. He cupped her and then whispered, “Now tell me again, whose sweatshirt was that?”
She laughed out loud at that. “I have to tell you, don’t I?”
“If you want me to do what I just did and more, then yes.”
God, he was a dork. She was smiling so hard she was sure her face was going to break. “Yours. It’s yours, but now it’s mine cause I’m stealing that sucker. It’s comfy and smells like you.”
Shit, she didn’t mean to say that last bit. She thought he might have not heard it because he rolled off her and headed towards the couch. She watched his sexy ass move as he bent down, grabbing something before coming back to the bed with the remote, popcorn, and ice cream. He stood, perfectly naked with a grin on his face, before jerking his thumb behind him and asking, “Wanna take a shower first before we go to bed?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Go to bed?”
He looked confused as he asked, “What?”
“What do you mean ‘go to bed’?”
He smiled. “I mean, lie in that bed, eat that popcorn and ice cream, and watch the movie. Afterwards, I want to make you scream some more, and then I want to go to sleep with my cock against your sweet ass.”
She wanted to laugh, but instead she said, “You aren’t sleeping here.”
“Yes I am. I leave soon and I’m gonna be gone for twenty-one days, so for tonight, I want to be able to spread your legs open and get inside without having to get dressed and drive all the way over.” She went to object, but he said, “Now, I know that look, don’t start. I was told I get popcorn, ice cream, and sex. I only got one of the three so far.”
She laughed. “First, you invited yourself and second, I never said anything about sleep.”
“So what, come on, let’s go take a shower first,” he said, pulling her by her ankle across the bed, but being careful not to knock over the popcorn or ice cream.
“That’s fine, but you aren’t sleeping over. That’s what people who are dating do.”
He shook his head. “No, that’s what friends do. We are friends. Skylar and Claire are having a sleepover and so are we.”
She laughed. “I could say something that would fuck with your head so bad right now.”
He glared. “I know, and don’t you dare, or I’ll stay and only eat ice cream and not you.”
That stopped her laughter. Soon he was the one chuckling as she glared. “Now, as I was saying, let’s go get in the shower, and then let’s get in bed.”
She knew she should say no. She knew it was a horrible idea because, despite what he said, it was what people who dated did. She felt the need to reiterate that they were not dating but instead, she took his hand and let him pull her into his arms. She also allowed him to kiss her senseless before taking her in the bathroom, where he slowly scrubbed her down and washed her hair. She even allowed him to cuddle beside her and feed her ice cream and popcorn before fucking her so hard, she was in heaven. And then, she allowed him to lie beside her and hold her, with his cock against her ass, as she slowly closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
WHEN REESE woke up the next morning beside Phillip’s warm body, her body so deliciously tired, she decided that she couldn’t find one thing wrong with allowing any of what happened the night before. Was that bad? Probably. Would she over analyze everything later? Yeah. Did she care? Hell no. Snuggling closer, she smiled when his arms tightened around her, enveloping her strongly, with his smell intoxicating her as she closed her eyes. His lips brushed her temple before he let her go and rolled out of bed. She groaned as she reached for him playfully.
“Hey, where you going?”
He smiled back at her as he pulled his shorts up, covering the long, thick, delectable part of him. “And you didn’t want me to stay last night. Look at you, all sexed up, wanting me to come back to bed.”
She gave him a shy smiled, covering her mouth with the blanket. “Shut up.”
He crawled over her, pressing his hard body against hers, before pulling down the blanket and covering her mouth with his. He parted only a breath before whispering, “Fine, I won’t mention that you loved having me in your bed, but I know it’s true.”
“Whatever,” she growled against his lips before asking, “Where are you off to?”
“After last night, I need food. Stat.”
“Mm,” she moaned, running her hands down his back and cupping his ass in her hands. “I like food.”
“Me too, don’t move. I’ll be back.”
She smiled before he gave her a quick peck and crawled off her, going towards her kitchen. She watched as he searched her fridge, getting out a few things before going to work.
“You cook?” she asked, surprised.
He threw her a grin over his shoulder. “I do.”
“I’m impressed.”
He kept smiling as he beat eggs. “Good, I like impressing you.”
A smile graced her face as she watched him. She didn’t know why she liked that it pleased him to impress her but she did. It made her breathless and excited. She took in all of him. His strong arms and gorgeous back flexing with each move he made. She was hungry, starved even, but more for him than the amazing smelling food he was cooking. He was quick and efficient in the kitchen, exactly like he was on the ice. It was mesmerizing and surprisingly, it turned her on. It didn’t take much when it came to Phillip Anderson though.
He cut up fruit and even made toast, smothering it with butter before drizzling it with honey. Oh, he was good and she had no desire to ever let him leave, but since that would never leave her lips, she shut her mouth tightly as she continued to watch him. He found her food tray and stacked all the food he made on it, grabbing the OJ jug out the fridge and tucking it under his arm before carrying everything to the bed. Reaching for his t-shirt, she threw it over her head before sitting up, welcoming him with a grin.
“You didn’t have to put that on,” he said with a wink.
She laughed. “I didn’t want to get butter on my tit
s.”
He gave her a smoldering look. “I would have licked it off.”
“I know you would have, but I’m hungry!”
He laughed as he placed the tray between them. “Fine, since butter breast is off the menu, our real breakfast is served.”
She giggled as she sat Indian style and he matched her, reaching for a piece of bacon and feeding it to her. She took a bite, her eyes locked with his, and her heart went wild in her chest.
Oh, this man was dangerous.
“Good?” he asked, huskily.
“Mmhmm.”
He smiled, ripping a piece of toast apart before moving it to her lips. She asked, “You’re gonna feed me?”
He laughed. “I like feeding you. It’s hot.”
She giggled as she took a bite of the toast, biting his fingers playfully before the sweetness of the honey made her moan as she chewed. “So good.”
He took a bite, watching her with desire swirling in his hooded, blue eyes.
“Are we going to make it through breakfast?” she teased.
He looked down at the plate of food before looking back up at her. His eyes were all dark and sexy, and she was getting wet just looking at him. “We need to.”
“Well, then stop looking at me with those hot, bedroom eyes.”
He grinned. “Bedroom eyes?”
“Yes, bedroom eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”
It was obvious that he knew what he was doing because he gave her a smirk before getting a forkful of eggs and feeding them to her. Flavors burst in her mouth, cayenne pepper mainly, and she smiled. “Damn, this is good.”
“I’m glad you like it. Claire and I eat a lot of breakfast food; it’s our favorite type of meal. We even eat it for dinner.”
“I do, too.”
He threw her a grin before feeding her more eggs. As she chewed, she watched him as he ate his own forkful. He was so beautiful. His hair was in disarray, half sticking up and half stuck to his head. His lips were puffy and full. His neck and chest were covered with little red marks, where she had bit him, playfully, teasingly. She knew hers matched his, and it made her quiver with the thought of him doing it to her again. She admired the tattoo on his chest and decided that she had never seen something so detailed and breathtaking. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled. She liked him. A lot more than she wanted to, but nothing would ever come out of it. She didn’t know how to love or even be loved.
Right?
Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his. He smiled as they parted. “Thank you.”
“Anytime. This is fun,” he said, cupping her chin before placing another sweet kiss on her lips.
“It is.”
He flashed her a grin before draining the contents of his cup. She couldn’t stop watching him. Maybe it was because she knew he was leaving, and she wanted to soak in every single detail about him. Yeah, that was it. He looked up and smiled. “What?”
“What does Memento Mori mean?” she asked, referring to the words underneath the hourglass on his chest.
He looked away. “It’s sort of morbid, but it means ‘remember that you will die’.”
She made a face. “That’s intense.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, after my mom and then my sister died, you know, things hit me bad. I went a little crazy, partied a little too hard, and then this happened. I am a firm believer that you only live once, and I want to live my life to the fullest.”
“I need to ask you something.”
She did? Why did she say that?
“Yeah?”
She paused, not knowing why she wanted to ask this, but she did. “At the time, I didn’t want to know but now, I want to know who the girl is that Claire keeps talking about. The one you left that Claire is convinced that you’ll leave everyone else because of?”
Phillip looked away as he shrugged. “You know, I don’t understand why she holds that thought in her mind. I didn’t leave Alana on purpose or because I wanted to. That’s her name by the way.”
“Okay, why did you leave?”
He expelled a breath as he leaned back on his hands, looking over at her. “I thought I was completely and utterly in love with her. I mean soul deep; I thought she was my forever-type love. I was young, stupid, and thought that that was it. She was it. I stayed with her family. Her dad is the one that took me under his wing, took me away from my mom, and trained me hardcore. He made me the man and hockey player I am now. Alana was a year younger than I was, and when I moved in, it was drilled into my head that she was off limits but man, I couldn’t ignore her. She suffocated me. I had to have her and she felt the same for me, or so I thought. We did everything together. She went to all my games, she went with me to see Claire, and I guess that was when Claire fell in love with her too. They were best friends. When I couldn’t take Claire to something, Alana did. It was great. My sister and mother hated her, but I didn’t care… she was it. Her parents never knew, thought we were only friends because we hid it so well.”
He paused, running his fingers through his hair before he sat up. “I got picked up by the Florida Rays and I was supposed to leave. I begged Alana to go with me. She was nineteen. She could go to college in Florida, and I knew we would be happy. She agreed. We were ready to go, but her dad, my mentor, freaked the fuck out. I told him I loved her, that I would take good care of her, but he wasn’t having it. He blacked my eye, threatened to do more, and told me I wasn’t good enough for his daughter and that I was dead to their family.”
“Jeez,” Reese gasped, shaking her head.
“Yeah, he forbade our relationship. I looked Alana in the face and said, Leave with me, I promise I’ll take care of everything, but she shook her head. I knew then that her love for me wasn’t as strong as my love for her. I was willing to give everything up, the man I thought of as my father for her, and she wouldn’t do it for me.”
“That sucks, I’m sorry.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s in the past. I don’t even think of her much anymore. Only when something reminds me of her. She doesn’t contact me, nor do I her. I know she and Claire talk some, and that’s why it makes me mad when Claire says shit like that. It makes me think that Alana turned everything on me.”
“Yeah, I agree.”
“But whatever, no big deal, water under the bridge. All that matters is Claire now. I feel like I failed my sister and mom, so now I am devoting everything to make sure this girl succeeds and I think it’s working. We have been good, she even kissed my cheek yesterday,” he said with a grin that lit up his face.
Reese couldn’t help but smile. “That’s wonderful.”
“Yeah, I was mad and felt guilty at first when she came to me. I didn’t want to grow up. I loved joking around, being an idiot, and fucking anything with tits, but then she came into my life, and I decided all that had to be put on hold. I needed to concentrate on her. I’m happy with my decision. I’m more than happy with my life right now.”
Reese nodded and couldn’t have agreed more. That was why she knew that nothing more could ever come out of their arrangement. He was too absorbed in Claire. He wouldn’t have time for a relationship with her, not that she wanted one. His statement just solidified what she already knew. Reese looked up when his phone beeped and watched as he reached over to the nightstand to grab it. Reading the screen, he typed back quickly, and then threw his legs over the bed before coming around to her.
“That’s Claire. I got to go, lift your arms.”
She looked up at him, confused. “Huh?”
“Lift your arms, I need my shirt.”
She laughed as she did what he asked, her hands coming up to cover her breast. He watched her as he pulled his shirt on and then he reached for her hands, removing them before dropping his mouth to her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he bit her, pushing her back into the bed. She hoped the food didn’t spill over, but then she didn’t care as his hand found its way between her legs. Moving his to
ngue quickly across and around her taut bud, she was breathless, her fingers tangling in his hair as he dipped his finger inside her, teasing her clit. Moving his mouth up her chest, her throat to her mouth, he kissed her long and hard, moving his tongue with hers as he flicked his finger quickly on her clit, knowing exactly how to make her scream and squirm underneath him.
She swore he handled her better than he did a puck.
Screaming out in his mouth, she hit her peak, her fingers biting into the back of his arms as he continued the pressure between her legs until she was jerking away from him. That didn’t derail his need for her though. If anything, it made it stronger. Dropping his shorts, he flipped her over and brought her hips up to enter her from behind.
“Good god!” she screamed out, breathless as he pounded into her, filling her completely and utterly deliciously before knocking her world off its axis. His fingers bit into her hips, his body smacking into her full ass as he took what he wanted. When his hand came down on her ass, she screamed out, clenching him with her pussy to show him she liked that a lot.
“You want more?” he asked before taking ahold of her hair and pulling it back. “Tell me you want more.”
“Yes!” she gasped as she squeezed him more.
His hand came cracking against her ass, the sound filling the room along with their sounds of amazing sex. His groans ran up her spines and when he slammed into her once last time, letting out a sound of pure satisfaction, she closed her eyes tight from the pain of his pulling the shit out of her hair. Her ass was aching, her scalp burned, her pussy pulsed, and her body felt so fucking amazing that nothing could bring her down. He pulled out of her, dusting kisses along her red ass, trailing them up her back before turning her face to the side to kiss her long and thoroughly.
“I think my work here is done. Breakfast and multiple orgasms… you won’t get that at your favorite diner.”
“Sure the hell won’t,” she giggled as she rolled over, putting her hands in the air as she took in deep breaths. “I don’t ever want to move.”