by Anna Daye
Her mind wrapped around what he’d said, how he’d said it. If that’s what you want. But what did he want?
Before she could ask, he was kissing her again, and all logic left her brain. Feeling overtook thought, and fierce need rolled through her body. His hands were everywhere, stroking and caressing, gripping and rubbing. As if taken by a fever, she couldn’t get enough of him, either. She needed to touch every inch of his smooth skin.
He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and she moaned in response. Teeth grazing her sensitive breasts, she almost lost it when she felt him tease open her thighs.
“Have to taste you,” he said, voice so low it was almost a growl. “Going to make you come for me. At least I’ll always have that.”
His words didn’t make sense, but she didn’t have time to think over them when he urged her back onto the couch, then gripped her hips and brought her to the edge of the furniture.
“Spread your legs for me, Carrie.”
With a quick breath to calm herself, she spread her legs.
“Fuck. I wish I could see this. You open and wet for me. A man can live on a memory like that.”
Only the wrong words sprang to mind, so she didn’t reply. What could she say? That she was happy for the darkness, because she didn’t think she’d be doing this otherwise? That sounded horrible, no matter how she qualified it.
She expected him to touch her first, with his fingers. Maybe work up to licking her clit. But his mouth fell upon her immediately, and he speared her with his tongue, shocking a choking noise from her. Then it was all she could do to grip the couch while he held her thighs open and worked her relentlessly with his mouth.
Nothing in her admittedly limited experience had ever felt anything like it. She’d experimented with boys from school since her senior year of high school. Three boyfriends and one guy at a party who she hadn’t quite slept with, but had done just about everything else they could think of while drunk on screwdrivers.
They were like night to Bryan’s day. Fun, but clumsy and ultimately disappointing experiences. Experimental, but in a hesitant way. But Bryan…
He fucked her with his tongue then licked up her slit, working her pussy like he’d worked her mouth. Then he’d lick and tease her clit before sucking it hard enough to bring stars of pleasure to her eyes. Before she could come, he’d move back and fuck her with his tongue. She could feel the orgasm building to such a degree she started to try to wriggle away, but couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. Couldn’t form the words to say it even if she wanted to.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he said, and she could feel him speaking, his mouth was so close to her pussy. “Come for me, little artist. Come for me so I can fuck you into oblivion.”
The erotic words still ringing in her ears, she almost shouted when he took her clit forcefully into his mouth again. One of his hands moved from her thigh, and two fingers penetrated her as he worked her clit.
She broke, cry escaping her lips as the orgasm rolled through her whole body in a shuddering release. But he didn’t stop at her cry, instead he played her body, pulling aftershock after aftershock from her until she was unable to do anything but feel.
Finally, he pulled away, wiping his mouth on his T-shirt. She vaguely felt like maybe she should be embarrassed about that, but she couldn’t seem to summon the energy to care. She’d never felt anything like that, and the afterglow clung to her, even as he pulled her close for a quick kiss.
“You okay?” he murmured.
“Heck yeah, I am.”
He chuckled, a low laugh full of so much male satisfaction that it sent another shiver of need through her body. How that was possible so soon after that mind-shattering orgasm, she wasn’t sure.
“Good. Because I have more planned for you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
His hand moved lazily over her body, pausing to massage her breast and pinch her nipple.
“If you only knew how many times I’ve imagined getting a chance to touch these. You have the nicest tits.”
Her breasts suddenly ached again, heavy and sensitive. He took one into his mouth and sucked it hard.
She gasped at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure shooting straight to her pussy.
“How much I’ve wanted to taste you. Touch you. Fuck you.” His hand slid down and he possessively cupped her mound. “You’re forbidden fruit.”
“I never knew—”
His fingers slid into her soaking pussy and she gasped.
“I always said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing. It was like every goddamned thing that came out of my mouth was designed to piss you off.” He changed the angle of his fingers and stroked something new inside of her, something that made her bite back a moan at the intense sensation.
“But I guess I figured out one way to communicate with you without pissing you off, huh?”
She laughed, a choking noise that was half moan for what he was doing to her body. “Maybe we should talk about this later.”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’d just end up with my foot in my mouth again if we did.” His thumb pressed down on her clit, sending a spike of pleasure through her.
She instinctively tried to move away. It was too much sensation, and she was too sensitive from the last orgasm. He held her firm with his free hand.
“Come for me again, Carrie.”
“I can’t. It’s too soon.”
“Bullshit.” He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked and nibbled and licked as he worked her pussy with his hand. The mixture of sensations made her moan and squirm. Then he let her breast go with a small pop. “That’s it, beautiful. Come for me so I can fuck you.”
She came, this time with her head thrown back into the couch, a long moan escaping her as her fingers dug into his shoulders. The orgasm was a mix of sensations, almost too intense.
“Wish I could have seen that, too,” he said, softly.
Before her mind could come down, settle back again with reality, he was helping her to her feet, walking her around to the back of the couch. Devouring her with his mouth, his long, thick cock pressed into her stomach, the tip leaving a line of moisture that she could feel on her skin. When he broke off the kiss, she was breathless.
“Bend over the couch,” he said, voice the same ordering tone he always used that never failed to piss her off.
“Don’t think you can boss me around just because you gave me the best orgasms of my life,” she replied, but she couldn’t keep the amusement from her tone, and she turned as he’d instructed.
“Smart mouth. A man could think of a lot of uses for a mouth like that.” He came up behind her and his hands came around to caress her breasts. They were sore, he’d worked them so much, but his touch felt so good, sending an instant shock of need to her sex. She pushed her ass back into him automatically. He must have been squatting slightly, because his hard cock slid along her ass.
He pushed her forward until she was positioned with the couch beneath her. He angled her hips upward. And she was suddenly glad that the couch was big and sturdy, unlikely to slide on the carpet.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She stepped her legs apart, and he pushed them farther, until she was on her tip-toes. Then his fingers were inside her, probing, sliding up and down her slit and coating her with her own juices.
“Are you on birth control?”
The question surprised her, and she answered without thought. “Yes.”
“Disease free?”
“Yes,” she said, irritated.
He chuckled at the annoyance in her tone. “Me too. Do you trust me?”
Did she? She didn’t trust him not to be a jerk. But to intentionally harm anyone?
“I trust you.”
“Good. Because I want to feel you with nothing between us.” Abruptly his fingers were gone, and she could feel him pushing into her, stretching her with his thick cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said throu
gh gritted teeth. He pumped in and out of her, working in the head of his cock, and she gasped at the sensation.
He’d felt big in her hand, bigger than any man she’d ever been with, but the feeling was almost overwhelming as he forced his way inside of her.
“Can’t hold back anymore,” he gasped out.
Before she could grasp the words, he was gripping her hips almost painfully, and with one quick motion, he’d rammed himself to the hilt.
She cried out at the sudden sensation of fullness, and the brief spark of pain. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the air, and she could feel his tight balls against her clit.
Then he was moving, sliding in and out of her with a slowness that at first she appreciated as her body got used to his size. But then it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.” She heard a desperate voice demanding, barely realizing it was her own. But she needed more. Needed to feel him lose control. Needed him to be as desperate for her as she was for him.
He cursed behind her and the grip on her hips tightened, then he was pumping in and out of her so fast and hard that she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could only abandon herself to the overwhelming mix of sensations. The pain from his fingers digging into her hips. The intense feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy. The slight discomfort of him hitting her cervix. The pleasure of one of his hands coming around to play with her clit.
“Fucking come, baby. Come on my dick. Milk it. I can’t wait—” His voice came out almost angry, but then a guttural cry escaped him that was all pleasure, and he rocked into her, twitching and gyrating as he shot hot come into her.
The sensation was too much, and she cried out, his name flying from her lips, her body spasming around his.
He fell onto her, grinding her hips uncomfortably into the couch, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be bothered by anything again. Not the fact that his body was sweaty and hot against hers as he pulled her close and breathed into her neck. Not his seed that she could feel trickling down the inside of her thighs. Not even the fact that she’d just had sex with the one person in this world she’d thought she hated.
And when he pulled back just long enough to move her hair out of the way to kiss her neck, she pushed down her worries. The moment was too perfect not to enjoy.
“You think there’s any food in this place?”
She laughed, probably inappropriately long and hard at the comment, and he helped her stand while she was still snickering to herself.
“What’s so funny?”
“You and food. It never fails.”
“What can I say, you whet my appetite.”
A smile touched his lips when they pressed against hers for a quick kiss, and a slight thrill ran through her at the touch. A small part of her had wondered if his affection would disappear entirely after they had sex.
“Stacy’s dad was up here a couple of days ago, I think. He usually keeps the fridge stocked this time of year. If the power doesn’t come on soon, it’ll all go bad anyway,” she said.
They dressed as quickly as they could, given the darkness. And then Bryan was whipping them up turkey sandwiches in the kitchen. At least, it tasted like turkey. It was hard to tell in the moonlight.
Carrie was halfway through hers in no time flat, thankful that the darkness hid the fact that she was practically shoving the food down her throat. Great sex apparently made for a hefty appetite for her, too.
“You should let me take you out for a real dinner. After we get out of this blizzard, I mean.”
She swallowed the large chunk of sandwich that had formed a rock in her throat. “I don’t want you to feel obligated—”
“I don’t. I…I just want to take you out.”
The hesitancy in his voice was almost startling. Bryan didn’t hesitate. Never. The man was always so sure of himself. So certain he was right.
“Look, maybe we shouldn’t try to make this more than it is.” An ache settled into her chest as she spoke, but she didn’t want to go out with someone she could hardly get along with simply because they meshed well—scratch that, amazingly well—in bed.
“I don’t know if it’s the darkness, or the sex, or the fact that we’re alone for the first time. But I’m feeling very…honest, Carrie. Like I need to get this out there.” He stepped closer and slid his hand down her upper arm until he reached her hand. He took her hand in his, holding her gently. “I think you’re a hell of a girl, even if we don’t always agree on things. You’re bullheaded and you get under my skin in a way no one ever has. But you’re also warm and laid back and fun and…maybe I could learn to be a little more fun myself.”
The risk of embarrassing herself suddenly seemed minor compared to how scary it had to be for him to put himself out there like that. And her face burned at the compliments and his tender tone. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.
The lights flickered on, bathing them and revealing them both with suddenly clarity.
He blinked, his face as open as she’d ever seen, but his stunning blue eyes never left hers. It was the resolve there that pushed her through, cleared her hesitant feelings and worries. He was telling the truth. And if he could take that kind of a risk on her, why couldn’t she be brave enough to do the same?
“Dinner,” she said, “would be wonderful.”
<<< >>>
Check out Alison’s Awakening…available now!
Chapter One
I glared at the report, willing the numbers to change. They didn’t. It was going to be another long night. Another long month. So much for the date Marianne had set me up on. No way was I making it tonight. A quick text and I had postponed my date until some vague time in the future. It was the second time I’d cancelled on the man, which meant it was probably the last time I’d hear from him. Marianne was going to be irritated, but there wasn’t much I could do about work.
I leaned back and stretched in the office chair. My muscles loosened, but soon clenched up at the sight of the clock hanging on the conference room wall. Dammit. Eight o’clock already.
“Coffee?” The tech guy, Daniel, who’d been helping me build reports for our hardass of a new boss, peeked his head in the doorway.
“That would be wonderful, thanks.”
Daniel gave me his signature killer grin and disappeared.
The sigh escaped before I could stop it, and I rubbed my face in my hands. I had to quit checking out the IT guy. One of these days, he was going to notice. And then where would I be? Embarrassed as hell.
But Daniel didn’t make it easy. Not only did he stay late and help without complaint like the great guy he was, but he was also freakishly hot. Not in the more intensely physical way that Bruce, my new boss, was. But still, he was very nice to look at in a hot geek kind of a way. Not too muscly, but nor was he thin. And something about his glasses and quick mind did it for me. Maybe it was the way he seemed to examine me through them. Like he could see through me, to my hidden fantasies.
God, my mind was making things up about my coworkers now. I so needed to get out on a date.
At least he gave me safer fodder for daydreams than my boss did. I could admit it to myself—I had a crush. A major crush on a man who barely knew I existed as a human person rather than a machine who compiled reports for him. I’d heard around the office grapevine that Bruce had been through a bad divorce. Whether that was true or not, I wasn’t sure.
But since work had gotten so busy the last few months, my imagination was the closest thing to a sex life I’d had in far too long. No wonder my daydreams had turned inappropriate at the office. Not that it mattered anyway, even if Bruce had noticed my interest. He was sexy, powerful, and had an intensity about him that drew women—I wasn’t the only woman in the office who’d made eyes at him, that was for sure.
And me…well, I wasn’t terrible to look at. But I wasn’t a model by any stretch of the imagination. I had just a little too much meat
on my hips and ass, and while I could pass for cute, I’d never be beautiful or stunning.
“Here you go, Alison.” Daniel reappeared with a coffee in hand and I smiled gratefully. He didn’t usually get me coffee. I must really look exhausted for him to have offered when he wasn’t even going for a cup himself.
“I think we’re about there for this report. Could you make a couple of adjustments for me before you go?” I hated to ask, but my new boss was even more of a workaholic than I was, and his standards were a little on the crazy side. He’d only been with the company for a few months though, so I had hopes that he would calm down after he got up to speed and felt more comfortable in his new position.
“Sure.” Daniel took the sticky note from my hand and disappeared. I tried to push thoughts of him from my mind. His big hands, strong shoulders. He couldn’t be much younger than I was, maybe two or three years? That would put him at twenty five, twenty six? Not too young.
I shook my head. What was I thinking? I really needed to get out of the office on time soon. Go out on a date. Get laid. How long had it been since I’d had sex?
I moved to the other side of the conference room table and started going through the stack of papers there. Somewhere in this mess were the explanations that Bruce would require sometime before lunch the next day. While I was scrunched over a particularly frustrating report, I felt hands touch my shoulders. I jumped a tiny bit, but the hands held firm.
“You look tense,” a low voice said.
I relaxed at the familiar tone, but only slightly. “You scared me, Daniel.”
“Did I? That’s because you’re so tense. Jumpy.”
He was probably right, but his hands on my shoulders felt good, too good. He rubbed slowly but with perfect pressure. A soft moan escaped my lips.
I knew I shouldn’t—it wasn’t proper—but I couldn’t help but lean into his massage. The pressure on my tense muscles felt so amazing. And it was wonderful to be touched.
I closed my eyes, only wanting to enjoy it for a moment. That was okay, right? Not too inappropriate. He couldn’t know that it turned me on, that even now my panties were damp and my stomach clenched in need. This was innocent, no matter how my body reacted. I could think about the moment we were sharing later—it could lead somewhere far more interesting in my head when I was safely at home with my vibrator.