by C. M. Steele
“I’d hate for you to get into an accident at all. You’re here for spring break. Does that mean you’re in college?”
“Yes, my final semester. I’m less than two months away from graduating. But enough about me.” Hmm…that’s interesting. I wonder why she doesn’t want to talk about it. I won’t push yet, but I will learn everything I can about her. Even the things she’s not eager to mention. “What about you? I’m running off with a man to who knows where and I don’t know really anything about him.”
“I didn’t go to college. I worked with my hands since I was sixteen. By the time I was twenty-eight, I had saved enough money, and with enough credit and excellent reputation I opened up my own company. I’ve been successful so far, turning my smaller construction team into a full-scale crew of a hundred guys. We’ve gotten more home construction projects. We’ve moved onto businesses. We don’t do high rises by choice.”
She gasps, tilting her head and her mouth parting into a delectable “O” shape. “Wow, you’re a determined man.”
“That I am. And I’ve never been more determined than I am at this very moment,” I confess with a little more grit in my voice than even I expected.
“And what are you determine to have?” she pants, slipping her pink tongue out from between her sexy plump lips, running it over them, wetting them for me.
“For starters, I want to taste those pouting lips with my own.”
“Funny, I want that too.”
That’s all I need to hear. I lean over, sliding my hand across her jaw to the back of her head, pulling her to me. She closes her coffee-colored eyes and parts her lips for me. The welcome invitation is too much. I bring my mouth to hers, brushing our lips together and slipping my tongue inside.
A rumble leaves my chest as she wraps her hands around my neck and into my hair. Without hesitation, I lift her up over the console and onto me, having her straddle my legs. Her pussy grazes against my aching shaft, and I’m on the verge of coming like a fucking teen. Holy shit. I’ve never been this turned on so fast.
“Owen,” she sighs, deepening the kiss and rolling her hips and asking for more.
Chapter 3
Casey
I know that I’m breaking every rule I’ve ever had when it comes to men, but I don’t care. I want him. My body shakes with unrelenting need. From the second our eyes met, I knew I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity.
It’s pure luck that I still have it at twenty-one. Whether it’s good or bad luck is how you look at it. I dodged a bullet with an ex, so to me, it worked out for the best. He was a total douchebag who didn’t deserve it, but none of that matters because it’s going to be given to this man tonight. And whether he deserves it or not is irrelevant because I deserve to be satisfied and I know in my soul that this man can sate me.
“Take me home and fuck me,” I tell him, being bolder than I’d ever thought I could be.
“First you’re going to come for me,” he growls. The rain pours leaving us alone, but the thought of him making me come in public only amplified the pulsing between my legs.
His rough, large hands slide under my yoga pants, cupping my ass then one calloused palm moves around to the front. I lean back, giving him room to please me. His thick digits brush my curls then one slips inside my tight slit.
I bite my bottom lip, leaning my head on his shoulder as my body comes alive with every thrust of his finger.
As I get closer, I look up into his greenish-brown eyes and see he’s equally ready to come by touching me. “Owen, my god, I’m going to come.”
“That’s what I want. You’re going to come for me.”
“Can I touch it?” I practically beg. He nods unsteadily.
“Fuck,” he groans as my hand slides over his huge cock. I need more I have to feel it, but I can’t unbuckle his belt.
“No, baby. I’m already going to come in my damn pants. I promise when we get back to the house, you can touch it all you want.”
“Do you promise? Can I play with it before you take me?” Who has taken over my body and my mind? I’ve never been this forward.
“I can’t wait to see your hands or your tiny hand or your parted, plump lips wrapped around it.” I clench around his thick finger.
“Tell me. Has anyone had my pussy?” he asks.
“I’m still a virgin,” I admit.
“Not for long.” His mouth slams against mine, roughly parting my lips and slipping his tongue inside, thrusting it like he’s doing with his finger.
I cry out, moaning wildly. With a growl, he whispers against my jaw. “Tonight I’m going to tear your sweet cunt apart. Do you want to be fucked hard and deep by me?”
“Yes, yes, Owen,” I shout, coming as he cups my pussy.
“That’s it. Fuck, stroke me, baby. I’m going to fucking come too,” he demands. I rub him through the pants, feeling him stiffening up as he comes as well. Our mouths crash together as we kiss through our orgasms. Panting, I pull back. A heated stain of embarrassment hits my face. I can’t believe how dirty he made me with just his touch.
My head drops to his heaving chest, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe we just did that,” I pant.
“Me either. The thought of anyone else hearing your sweet cries as you come for me pisses me off.”
Instead of being bothered by his territoriality, I’m turned on by it, but I do feel a little embarrassed myself. “I doubt anyone could hear me through this rain,” I mutter, hoping that that’s true.
“Fuck, it needs to stop before I lose all control and fuck my baby into you right here. You deserve better.”
“I don’t think I could do that again so soon.” Not that I’ve ever come before in the first place. That was intense.
“I plan on making you come at least two more times. Once with your pussy riding my face and the other when I steal your innocence and treasure it for my own.” He crashes his lips to mine again, catching the gasp from my throat. My pussy clenches with his promise, shamelessly soaking his hand that’s still cupping my core.
“Damn it, you’re getting me all wet all over again.” His lips make a burning path along my jaw to my ear then lower, nipping on my pulse. “Baby, I like you like that.”
He flexes his finger inside of me, and I squeeze my walls around it. I nod, choking on the way my body bends to his will.
“I like it too.” He pulls it out and brings it to his mouth sucking my juices off his fingers. “Damn, I might not be able to wait until we get home to have you on my face.” I moan and squeeze my legs around his, aching for that promise of wicked passion. “The rain is starting to let up.”
“Then we better get home,” I say, lifting myself up and slipping back into my seat, but not before he grunts out his appreciation of my ass as it gets in his face, pressing his lips against it.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he responds, helping me right myself. “Buckle up, Casey.” He cocks his strong brow at me, sending my body into a heated mess and aching beyond belief. None of my behavior made any sense to me because I’m usually the sweet, quiet girl. But I guess they say…it’s always the quiet ones.
“I’m ready,” I chime out, eager to see every manly inch of him. Well, if the main event is anything like the preview, I’m in for one helluva first time. I can’t believe how anxious I am to let Owen possess me.
The rest of our drive to his place is a silent one, but the air is so thick that another word doesn’t have to be uttered. We pull up to a residential neighborhood, but I have no idea where I am. Then he drives into a large garage.
“We’re home,” he says with a smile. I’m so anxious that my stomach has an entire butterfly exhibit inside. “Changing your mind.”
“Not one bit.” I may be nervous, but that’s the truth. I want him uncontrollably. I hop out on my side as he does the same. He meets me around the front of the car and takes my hand, leading me inside his house.
“Do you live here by yourself?” I question.<
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He nods as he flicks on the lights. “Yes, my parents live in the suburbs. They moved there two years ago.”
“Nice,” I say, looking around the room wondering if maybe I bit off more than I can chew. He’s much older, settled, and successful which is the exact opposite of me. Then as he turns his body to face mine, I see a hint of concern in his eyes.
“Take off your coat. Stay a while.” I do as he says, sliding my zipper down and opening it slowly as he watches. My eyes pay attention to the way he admires my movements. I have a cute, white V-neck tee that hugs my body perfectly. With the coat on, I looked kind of bulky, but as I slipped it off, my curves are on display.
With a gulp, he asks, “Do you want a drink?”
“Do you have any wine or something?” I ask. I need something to steady my nerves. It’s not that I don’t want to be impaled by him, but I’m still a virgin. I know what desire is and what the end result should be especially with a man like Owen, so I’m craving it now more than ever.
“I think I have some Bacardi. It was given to me from one of my clients after I finished their project.”
“As long as you didn’t bang the client.” I cock a brow at him because as much as I know, he has a past. I don’t want to be a part of it, including bitches he probably built homes for. It’s silly, but I’m still an inexperienced, young woman with feelings who’s been duped before.
“Don’t worry, baby. I haven’t banged anyone since I started my company. It’s hard to be successful when you’re distracted. I didn’t need that.”
“So you’re okay with being distracted with me for a week?”
He freezes and utters, “I wouldn’t put it that way.”
“No? What would you call it? A one-night stand.”
Owen flinches like I smacked him. Shaking his head and grumbling, he boldly states, “Hell no. Definitely not a one-night stand, but I’ll let you know in twenty years.”
I get his meaning, but I don’t buy the sincerity. I don’t need him to promise forever—just tonight. “Twenty years? What makes you think I’ll know you in twenty years?”
“Because once you’re mine, I have no intentions of letting you go.”
“You don’t have to sweet talk me, Owen. I want you to spread me wide without feeling obligated. No strings attached.” Even as I utter the words, I know they’re a lie, but for now, it’s the most rational thought in my head.
He stiffens and backs away from me with a grimace. “Honey, there are strings attached, or we don’t go an inch further. I’m serious. Let me get us our drinks.” Suddenly I’m left alone in the living room. I look around the room, feeling like his mother must have decorated this place. It has that at home type feel. Sitting down on the sofa, I tuck my hands between my thighs as I wait for him to return.
He returns and hands me a drink. “Try this. Let me know if it tastes okay. I’m not a mixologist or anything. I’m a beer guy.” I could smell the Bacardi before I even have it to my lips. Shit, it’s strong. I take one sip and set it down.
“I found one imperfection. And here I thought you were perfect,” I scoff with a teasing smile appearing as I shook my head.
“Well, I’ll try to learn to mix drinks if it means you will keep thinking I’m perfect,” he teases, revealing that sexy dimple again.
“Nah, I kind of like that you’re not without flaws,” I remark, waving off his comment. I lift the glass and try to take another drink, but I just can’t. “Sorry, I can’t take another drink. It’s too rough. A glass of water would be great.”
“Okay, that I can’t fuck up.”
“Thank you, Owen.” I chuckle. He stops and turns back to me, he grabs my hand and lifts me to stand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he growls, staring at me with intent. My body reacts instantly, hoping he forgets the water. “The way you laugh makes me hard as fuck. I have to taste those lips again.” He drags my body to his and kisses me until we’re breathless. “Now, let me get you some water.” He spanks my ass and spins around toward the kitchen.
“Bastard,” I grumble to myself. He’s too damn sexy to get mad at.
I run my hands over my thighs repeatedly, trying to get myself under control. I wonder how long I should wait before I attempt to seduce him because tonight that’s my goal. I’m not looking to the future. At the very least, I want tonight.
“Here’s your water, babe.” He hands it to me after he twists the cap open. My eyes watched his muscles flex with that simple movement, and I know that my panties are drenched. I guzzle my water because my mouth is suddenly drier than the Sahara.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks the question, but the way his eyes focus between my thighs, I know he’s already well aware where my mind is.
“On you.”
“That’s a great place,” he grunts out, taking a drink of his beer then sets it down on the coffee table. “Now I want the rest of you on me.” He grabs the bottle of water, setting it next to his beer and then scoops me up in his arms, cradling me as he walks upstairs.
Chapter 4
Owen
There’s no need for words at this moment, watching her thighs clench together as she eye fucked the muscles in my arms was too much.
Then she had to go and drink the water without taking a breath; thoughts of how she would take my cock down her throat was the last straw. I scoop her up into my arms and rush upstairs. I kick my bedroom door closed with my foot, then set her down on her feet.
I can’t get us naked fast enough. Everything she says and does always goes straight to my dick. My balls are heavy like I didn’t already come today. I have a feeling that it’ll always be that way when she’s around—aching and ready.
Thrusting my hands into her hair, I kiss her until we’re both panting wildly. Her hands tug my Henley out of my pants and over my head. “Wow,” she gasps, running her fingers over my chest. Even as the boss, I haven’t let that keep me from exercise. “You don’t sit behind a desk that often, do you?”
“No, I like to work with my hands,” I grunt. She yanks on my belt buckle, but I have to see more of her. I reach out and lift off her top. Groaning and biting my lip, I stare at her round, perky, huge tits. They’re barely covered by a silky white bra with lace trim on the cups. Fuck me. I’m going to come like a teenage boy.
She reaches around behind her and frees her tits from that contraption. “Mister, if you don’t get your hands moving, I’m going to have to take care of myself.” Her hands then slide under her breasts, cupping them before splaying them over her taut nipples.
“You won’t need to take care of yourself ever again,” I promise. Leaning down, I pull her hands away from my treat and suck her stiff peak in my mouth while one hand squeezes the other fantastic mound. I pluck her nipples, making her moan. I switch between them until her knees begin to buckle.
Dropping down to my knees, I grasp the hem of her yoga pants. With a mind of its own, my mouth attacks her pussy kissing her through the material before I even slide them off her perfect legs. My balls are aching and so high up that I might not get inside of her before I come again.
With her picking up her feet one at a time, I pull off the pants impatiently taking her panties with them. I lift one of her legs bending it over my shoulder and do what I’ve been craving for hours. My fingers part her lips, revealing her soaking wet pink cunt to my eyes. Unable to resist, my tongue lashes and laps at her pussy, pulling her sweet, tangy juices onto my taste buds, creating a new hunger that I’m going to have every damn day.
Her legs begin to shake, so it’s time to take this to the bed. I grab her tight ass in my hands, gripping her round mounds. Standing up, I walk over to the bed and lay her down on the edge of the mattress. “I want you coming on my tongue, but I want you comfortable, babe.” I drop to my knees next to the bed and pull her ass toward the edge of the bed with both of her smooth legs resting over my shoulders. Her glistening slit pulses, inviting me back in.
“Oh my go
odness,” she moans when my tongue flicks her little nub. It’s swollen, demanding my attention. With her clit between my lips, I thrust a finger into her tiny cunt. She’s so tight, my cock throbs hard in my pants knowing I’m going to shred her pussy. Maybe I’ll let her recover just long enough for me to do it all over again tomorrow.
Casey grabs the covers, clutching them tightly and flexing her hips up into my face. I growl against her wetness, loving the way she reacts to my touch. “Come for me, Casey. I want to drink you up.” I squeeze her ass and thrust my finger faster until she cries out and gives me every drop.
“Owen,” she shouts with her hands thrown back against the pillow.
I drag my lips away from her pussy regrettably and take off my clothes. The way her body glows against my dark sheets is so sexy. Standing at the edge of the bed, I grab my cock, stroking it from base to tip and squeezing it to calm down the need to come.
“Holy fuck, that’s huge. You weren’t kidding about breaking me in two with that thing,” she pants, looking shocked.
“Do you want me to stop?” I sure hoped not, but I would if that’s what she wants.
“No, of course not. You’re not going to get any smaller. Come and take what’s yours, Owen,” she orders.
“Fuck, you’re not a shy little thing, are you?” I smile at her with so much desire.
“I want you, and I know you want me. I don’t have a reason to be shy anymore. You’ve seen and tasted my naked flesh. And I want you more than I did when we met,” she confesses, pressing her teeth down on her bottom lip.
With one hand around her waist, I lift her to the middle of the bed and move between her legs. My eyes roam over her body, lingering on her core to stare at what’s mine.
I rub the tip of my cock at her soaking wet entrance, mixing my pre-come with her come. I push the head past her sweet folds, freezing when her warmth wraps tightly around me. It’s more than I’m prepared for. I lean down and take her mouth in a kiss, pressing my length in a little deeper. The thin barrier taunts me as I brush against it.