Candy trailed her fingertips over his chest as she walked to the lane. When she scooped up her ball, his hands came to rest on her hips from behind and she straightened against him.
“Mr. Dey, are you tryin’ to distract me?” She gasped when he moved his hands around to her stomach then ran them up her body to cup her heavy breasts.
“Not intentionally, Miss Jameson. I just can’t seem to deny myself this one touch.” He ran his mouth over her shoulder and squeezed her breasts together. “They fit my hands perfectly.” He nibbled her ear.
Her breath hitched and she arched her back, pressing her round ass against his hard prick. “You do have really big… hands,” she said on an exhale.
He nipped her shoulder and released her. “Your move.”
Damn, she couldn’t focus at all now. Her breasts were a D cup and his hands fit them as if they’d been made just for her. Candy’s heart pounded as her pulse raced out of control, her body gone boneless and hot with need. She stepped up and threw her ball, taking out three pins.
Her head dropped and she shook it.
He snorted.
She took her second turn and landed another three. With the handicap, she totaled eight. Meaning: His pants were coming off. Sweet Jesus, it was all she could do not to jump for joy. Hands on her hips, she turned and faced him.
He was leaning against the back wall, arms crossed over his chest, looking so hungry it made her suck in her breath. The inner walls of her cunt clenched and more wetness coated her panties.
“Pants,” she demanded.
“C’mere and take ’em off for me.”
“If I take those jeans off you, we won’t be finishin’ this game.”
“As much as I want to see you throw your ball with no bra on, I’m fine with you down on your knees in front of me.”
She gasped and her stomach clenched. Visions of sucking him deep into her mouth played before her eyes, and her feet began to move, carrying her over to him, with no hesitation at all.
He removed his wrist brace, set it down, and straightened from his lean on the wall as she knelt down before him. “So we callin’ it a tie?” He widened his stance.
“Agreed.” She grabbed for his belt buckle, loosened it, and tugged it open. Next came his fly. Pop, pop, pop went each button. She stared up at him while she guided his pants over his hips, but left his boxers in place.
She leaned in and licked the soft, thin line of hair running down his six-pack. The clean salty flavor of his skin burst over her tongue and his scent flooded her senses, causing her to hum in appreciation and excitement. Oh yeah, baby.
His stomach muscles tightened in response, and he groaned then buried one hand in her thick hair. “Wicked thing.”
Chapter 5
Sterling’s mind raced and bowling became the last thing in the mix. Everything about this woman had him tingling from head to toe and just kept getting better. His abs tightened in response to her teasing tongue, forcing him to clench her thick hair in his hand.
The moan he received in return told him she was feeling the same way.
Candy ran her fingers up his exposed thighs, digging them in just enough to show she was in control right this moment. She nipped at his skin just above his waistband and slipped her fingers between the elastic and his abdomen, tugging the boxers down from side to side over his hips, stopping as his cock made it hard to pass without extra attention.
“Need a hand?” He grunted as the waistband caught at his erection. He removed his hand from her hair and started in the direction of his boxers.
She slapped his arm away and shook her head, letting her hair fan out over her shoulders and full breasts. “No way. This is all mine.” She licked her lips and tucked her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her fingers around the full length of him, and tugged his pants and boxers to his ankles with the other. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back up at him and ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
His heart pounded and his breath rushed in and out of his lungs in a fury when she licked his shaft from base to tip, then began a slow circle around the ridge of the head.
She started working her hand up and down in measured strokes before sucking him inside her mouth.
Groaning, he let his head fall back as the warm wet seal of her lips sent electricity racing over his entire body, raising goose bumps over every inch. She cupped his heavy sac and sucked him to the back of her throat for several strokes, stopping to tease the underside of his crown with the soft tip of her tongue.
A bead of slick liquid eased from the tip of his dick.
Candy’s pink tongue darted out, tasting it, before drawing him back inside.
Sterling brushed his fingers through her hair as he bent over and trailed his hand down her back to the clasp of her bra. “This needs to come off.” He popped the hook and let the sides flap free.
She dug her fingers into his backside, making him grunt out a heavy breath before she sat back and gazed up at him. Her straps drifted off her shoulders as she removed the lace cups from her heaving breasts and tossed the bra to the side.
“Is this better?” Propping her hands on her thighs and arching her back, her arms framed her beautiful tits, and pushed them forward.
“Oh Lord, yes. You are gorgeous.” He toed each bowling shoe off and shed the remainder of his clothing.
Sterling tucked his hands under her arms, drawing her upright and against his body. He found her lips eager and waiting as he teased them with his tongue and began a deep kiss, leaving her humming in return. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, letting his teeth rasp across her skin as he released her from his kiss. “Mmm… I need to taste how sweet my new Candy is.” He lifted her up, letting her legs wrap around his hips, and turned to place her on top of the half wall.
“Don’t tease me now.” She yelped as her full ass touched the cool laminate top.
“I don’t tease.” His fingers looped around the thin fabric of her thong at her hips and glided it down her thighs.
Her bare pussy glistened in the overhead lights and Sterling licked his lips in hunger. God she’s beautiful, head to toe. He pressed his large hands against her thighs and widened her legs farther without resistance. Leaning forward, he trailed a line up the inside of one thigh with his tongue and nipped at her skin next to her slick folds.
“Lord have mercy.” Candy smoothed her hands over the top of his head, down the back of his neck to the juncture at his shoulders. Digging her nails in, she pulled him closer and let out a deep guttural moan.
* * *
Just… a… little… closer! Candy was ready to jump out of her skin. A scream hovered just at the tip of her tongue; she needed to feel his mouth on her pussy now!
Sterling smirked as she tugged on the back of his neck. “Patience, darlin’.” He blew a soft breath over her slit.
“I’ve never been a big fan of—” He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Oh God! Fan of—” Another lick.
“Fan of what, sugar?” He leaned in and sucked the tight bundle of nerves between his lips, pressing his tongue against it.
“Fuck. Oh, yes, like that.” She let go of his head to grip the edge of the half wall.
“Mmm. Sweeter than honey,” he mumbled against her wet flesh.
She jerked against his face when he latched on to her clit again, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. He went to work on her cunt as if he were a man having his last meal. Licking then nibbling at her outer lips.
She raised her legs over his shoulders and held on for dear life.
When Sterling entered her wet cunt with two long fingers, her head fell back and she let out the scream that’d been lying in wait for the last ten minutes.
He paused and looked up at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m gonna make you come so hard for me, you’ll forget both our names.” He returned to his mission, settling into a rhythm that matched the rocking of her hips with the thrust of his fingers, while keeping his mouth locked
in place around her clit.
Candy’s orgasm began to wake and stretch like a lazy cat deep inside her belly, climbing from its hiding place to make itself known. Spotting its prey, it ran forward, slamming into her, taking her over the edge with the force of a Texas summer storm and rocking her body harder than any earthquake on the planet. She screamed again, long and loud, as her climax rumbled through her.
Sterling slid his hands beneath her ass, scooped her up from the wall, and carried her to the wood floor of the bowling lane. He laid her down and covered her body with his.
“Condom.” She gasped for breath as she writhed against him.
“Damn.” He rose from her and ran back to his pants, returning a moment later with the small foil package between his fingers, his dick standing at full attention.
“Let me.” She sat up and gripped his cock in her hand, pumping it in a slow rhythm as he pulled the condom from the foil wrapper.
“Woman, I’m not going to last long if you keep workin’ me like this.” He handed her the latex ring to put on.
“Mmm.” She rolled the condom over the head and then sheathed him to the base. “Tight fit on this nice thick prick of yours.” She cupped his sac, massaging it. “What if you don’t fit?” She batted her lashes, pretending innocence.
“Sweetheart, you’re nice and wet, and you’re gonna enjoy every bit of muscle-strainin’ work I’ll need to do to make it fit.”
“Oh my Lord.” She bit her lip and lay back down. She couldn’t wait to feel him fill her. Couldn’t wait to feel the delicious stretch of her cunt as he sank deep inside.
Sterling knelt between her spread thighs and placed the tip of his length at her entrance.
Candy ran her hands over her breasts, cupped and squeezed them, then pinched her nipples. “Come on, cowboy. Let’s see what ya got.”
He slid just the head in. “Careful.” He blew out a breath. “That smart mouth of yours is bound to land you on your hands and knees with this spankable ass of yours high in the air.” He pressed in a little deeper and groaned.
She watched with wide eyes as he clamped his mouth closed, and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
Holy sweet mother of God and all the saints. Her body trembled as he moved farther inside her channel, inch by incredible inch, stretching her. “So good. Cowboy, you feel so good.” She reached for his arms and gripped them hard, digging her nails in.
He growled and pulled back out, then glided into her, this time faster and with enough force to make her breasts sway on her chest. “Hell, woman, the sight of those gorgeous tits of yours jiggling for me is damn near about to send me over the edge.”
“So be it. I’ll be game for round two.” She let go of his arms to lick a fingertip on each hand and run them around the edges of her areolas. “Or three.”
He grunted, pulled out again, and drilled into her with a slap, sending her scooting backward toward the pins.
“Yes! Harder!” She raised her knees.
He gripped her legs, cursed, and slammed into her again, and once again, she slid backward, toward the foul line.
“You plannin’ on sending me down the lane? Fresh grease and all, its—” Another hard slam pulled a high-pitched cry from her lungs.
“First time for everything.” He leaned forward, braced himself on one arm, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Makes two of us.” She gritted her teeth and braced for the next thrust. Goddamn, this is amazing.
Candy arched against his mouth and wrapped her legs around his waist. She had never been like this before. The dirty words pouring out of her mouth shocked her and thrilled her at the same time. So raw and erotic. And she wanted more—needed more. God help her, even if he stopped now, she’d die a properly fucked young woman.
* * *
One… Thrust. More… Thrust. Little… Sterling gripped her hips as he drove hard inside her tight channel. Shove… Buzz!
The red foul line indicators lit up as the warning buzzer sounded, signifying he’d reached his goal. Shifting his weight up off his hands until he was upright again, he thrust one more time, sending Candy farther down the waxed boards.
“Sterling!”
He grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her back to him. “Where do you think you’re gettin’ off to?” His rock-hard cock bounced in time with his abrupt movements. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Candy squealed as her ass slipped along the maple, returning to him. “I should hope not. If you’re nice, I won’t count the foul line… this time.”
He gripped her thighs, pulling her close until her ass bumped tight against his heavy scrotum, and laid a shapely leg over each of his own. “And if I’m not nice?” He raised one brow.
“Then you may earn extra points,” she declared with a challenge.
Sterling grabbed both ankles and raised her legs toward the ceiling. Shifting them to one hand, he pulled her legs up, raising her ass up off the floor.
“Now what do you have in—”
Slap! Her ass reddened from the impact of his large hand, launching an echo around the wide space and bouncing off the brown-paneled walls in spite of the loud music.
She whimpered and a brief look of shock washed across her face as she rubbed her flushed ass cheek, but then a playful gleam in her eyes and a devilish grin took its place.
“On your hands and knees, darlin’.” Releasing her ankles, he flipped her over, and guided her backward toward him until her fingers were just shy of the foul line. He gripped her hips tight as he lined up behind her. Teasing her slick cunt with his swollen crown, he plunged deep inside her.
Candy let her head fall forward as she whimpered, her lush locks splaying out in front of her on the slim maple boards.
He pulled out slow, making sure she felt every inch of him, before slamming back inside her.
“There will be a penalty every time the little red foul light goes off,” he said in a low rumble as he continued to thrust harder.
Her moans grew louder in time with his increasing thrusts.
He kept his hands rooted on her hips, and he couldn’t remove his eyes from the beauty of her full, heart-shaped ass.
As if testing his warning, she inched one hand forward to cross the foul line. Her reward? Another sting to her backside. “Oh God!” she bit out.
“Go ahead, do it again.” His words fought past his own groans. “I love the way your ass looks when it’s all red.” He rubbed his hand over her warm butt cheek and continued to fuck her harder and faster, taunting her.
She pressed against him with her backside, an encouragement he assumed, to thrust harder.
Their sweaty bodies smacked together in a fanatical, hunger-driven rhythm.
Candy scooted her other hand across the foul line.
He could feel her pussy spasm tight around his dick when his hand found its target on her ass cheek again. Sex had never been anything like this, and it sent a tangled web of thoughts traveling through his mind. The raw energy, the passion… how responsive she was to each touch overwhelmed him, causing his release to build. He wanted every bit of her she gave him, and more.
“Harder, cowboy,” she ground out past her heavy breathing. “Fuck me harder. I’m gonna come.”
He slapped her ass one last time and pulled her hips tight to his pelvis. “Followin’ you over.”
“Oh my God!” She reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit.
He had a death grip on her hips as he slammed into her, his scrotum tightening between his legs as his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine.
Her pussy clamped around his thick shaft, squeezing his length, as her climax ran through her.
He held her tight to his groin as his orgasm hit, forcing the breath from his chest, and he growled out her name while his semen boiled up and pulsed from his cock. Breathless, Sterling collapsed over her luscious body.
“Oh my Lord, that was amazing.” She panted, her back heaving under him.
“You ain�
��t kiddin’, sweetheart.” He ran his hand around her waist then pulled them both over to lie on their sides together. He curled around her, throwing one leg over hers, as they both let their breathing calm.
“Can’t say this was in the plan when I woke up this morning.” Candy ran her hand over his thigh.
He nipped her shoulder. “Not in my wildest dreams, sugar.” Forget dreams, she’d come straight out of his fantasies, and all he could think about was how long he’d have to wait to get a taste of her sweetness again.
Strawn, Texas, definitely had the best candy around for miles—with a capital C.
Chapter 6
Candy let out a little purr as she wiggled closer within the nest of Sterling’s body. But as her own body began to cool, coming down from the high of her orgasm, her mind raced. Had they really just had sex? In the bowling alley? On the frickin’ lane? Ohh. Myy. God! What did I just do?
Sterling shifted behind her, and she took it as her cue to get up.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She turned and headed in search of her clothes… which were scattered everywhere… for Lord’s sake, she still had her bowling shoes on. Locating her panties, she pulled them on, then found her bra.
He rose from his spot on the floor and watched her. “That’s womanspeak for ‘not fine.’ ”
Not sure what to say, she decided on nothing and ignored his comment. She’d never done something so foolhardy and wild. In a matter of hours she’d gone against everything she’d been avoiding for what seemed like forever. If anyone found out about this, she’d never live it down.
An uncomfortable silence fell between them as he gathered up his clothes and she finished putting hers on.
“I’ll be right back.” He kissed her cheek and headed toward the men’s room, his clothes bundled in his hands.
She watched him walk away, admiring his perfect ass even with her sudden grim mood. Shit. Candy slipped on her shorts and fastened her little top in place. She didn’t do one-night stands; it wasn’t her thing. And didn’t that just suck? Probably shoulda thought of that before you went all nekkid and buck wild. This wasn’t who she was. Candy Jameson was a nice girl. She didn’t sleep around or have sex with strange men!
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