by Toni Aleo
When the elevator started moving up, he moved behind her, his hand still joined with hers, bringing it behind her back as his other hand moved up her hip and rested right under her breast. When she sucked in a deep breath, his cock cried out for relief. Running his nose along her jaw, he whispered, “I’ve missed you, Lacey.”
She took in another jagged breath and nodded. “I’ve missed you.”
“Good, I like that, a lot,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her jaw. “Do you still think of me?”
When the doors opened, she turned her face into his, her lips grazing the spot by his mouth before she said, “I do.”
Turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “And you?”
He closed his eyes, his nose moving along hers as his mouth gently touched hers. There wasn’t a time when he didn’t think about her. She was constantly in his mind and his heart. Thinking that was a pretty heavy answer, he said, “Yeah, a lot.”
Her eyes glazed over, and he could feel her heart vibrating her body. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around her below her butt and picked her up, pressing his lips to hers as her arms tightened around his neck. Carrying her out of the elevator, he paused since he didn’t know where to go.
Against his will, he pulled back and asked, “Which way to your bed, baby?”
She jerked a thumb to the left, her breath coming out fast and hot against his lips. “That way. Hurry.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
As he carried her down the hall, she moved her lips along his and then his jaw, driving him completely insane. When they came slamming into a door, he prayed it was hers and she pulled away, grinning. She handed him her card, and he took it and opened the door before throwing the card on the entry floor and slamming the door shut by pressing her against it. Meeting her gaze, he saw her lips curve into another little sneaky grin as she slid to her feet, and he knew there was no coming back from this.
Unbuttoning his jacket, she pushed it down his shoulders before it fell to the ground. He then undid her scarf, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed her so slowly it was agonizing, but he didn’t want to ever forget this moment.
The moment he had her again.
Opening her jacket, he pushed it down her arms and then to the side before going for the hem of her shirt, but her hands stopped him. “I don’t look the same as I did.”
His eyes met her worried gaze, and he shook his head. “You’re beautiful, Lacey. You’ll always be so fucking beautiful to me.”
Kissing her nose, he reached for the hem again and lifted it up and over her head. Setting his gaze on where her breasts were supposed to be, he was surprised to find that she did have breasts there and was supersurprised when he saw through her lace bra that her chest was covered with big black and white flowers. Biting his lip, he reached around her, unhooking her bra, and when the cups fell away and he could see the pure beauty of her, he almost fell to his knees to worship her. Dropping his mouth to the spot between her breasts, he pressed a soft kiss there before inhaling deeply, his eyes drifting shut.
“My God, Lacey, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered against her.
Her fingers came up into his hair, massaging his scalp as he pressed another kiss to the same spot. Looking up at her, he asked, “Can you feel me here?”
She nodded, and he could see the tears in her eyes. “Not the actual nipple, but around my chest, yes. I don’t get anything out of them though. They are really for show.”
Moving his lips up her neck, he kissed her jaw before pressing his nose against hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he said in a deep, throaty way, “Then I’ll go to the place that I know you’ll get something out of.”
Her eyes darkened in color as he trailed his lips back down her chin, her neck, the spot between her breasts, her belly button, then her hips before he slowly inched her black skirt down her legs, bringing her lace thong along with it.
“Step out, baby,” he said when he reached her ankles. She did as he asked, beautifully bare in only a pair of expensive black heels. Kissing the inside of her right knee, he made his way up, kissing and licking every inch of her delectable thighs. When he reached her center and could see her arousal glistening on her beautiful pussy, he bit down hard on his lip to keep in the groan that threatened to escape. Holding on to her hips, he heard her take in a breath, but that’s all he could hear before his heart was beating loudly in his ears.
As his thumb pressed into her hips, he traced his tongue along her bare lips, lapping up her sweetness and unable to form a coherent thought. Opening her up, he moved his tongue inside her as she arched against the door, her fingers tangling in his hair. When his tongue found her clit, her hands squeezed, pulling his hair as she cried out.
“Oh, Karson.”
“That’s right, baby. Don’t hold it in,” he said roughly against her wanton pussy.
Dipping his tongue back inside her, he was ruthless with his assault. Moving his tongue quickly against her bundle of nerves, he moved two fingers inside her and slowly fucked her with his fingers as he swirled his tongue around her taut nub. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pressed the base of his tongue against her as he pounded his fingers inside of her, unable to go slow. He needed her to come; he needed to be deep inside her.
It didn’t take long. Soon she writhed against him, crying out his name as her body seized up and she came long and hard, squeezing his fingers with her sinful body.
Curling his fingers deep inside her, Karson kissed around her pussy, the inside of her thighs, her lips, before running his tongue slowly along the outside of her, making her squirm under his tongue. Looking up, he met her gaze as his mouth curved into a grin while she fought for breath, her chest rising and falling with each passing second. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them into his mouth, sucking them dry of her sweetness as he stood, his cock pressing painfully into the fly of his jeans.
He placed his hands on either side of her head, looking down into her flushed face as he fought for his own breath. Man, she was stunning. Her breasts, still a beautiful masterpiece but also a beautiful tribute to her fight against cancer, rose and fell with each breath she drew in. Her body was rosy, sweat making her skin shiny as her eyes sat hooded and so intoxicating. When her hands came out, taking him by the front of his jeans, he took in a sharp breath. Pulling him to her, she kissed him long and hard as her fingers made fast work of unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down as far as she could.
Leaning back, he pushed them down and toed out of his shoes before chucking them both to the side as his cock sprang up between them. As she ran her fingers down the velvet smoothness of him, his eyes drifted closed. There wasn’t a night that passed that he didn’t imagine her doing just this. Touching him, driving him wild with only her touch. Opening his eyes, he met her lust-filled gaze and pulled her against him, his cock pressing hard into her belly as he crashed his mouth against hers.
Backing away from the door, his hands slid down her back to her ass, squeezing her softly as he continued to kiss the hell out of her. He wanted her in the bed. He wanted to sink into her and get lost, but he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her. When her hands started stroking him as they kissed, he worried he wouldn’t make it, so he pulled away and looked around, despite her protests.
“I need a bed,” he groaned as her thumb swirled around the tip of his cock, his precome wetting her thumb.
“You’re in luck; I have one.”
His gaze met hers and he smiled. Man, he still loved her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her, melting against her lips. This time she pulled away and took his hand, leading him through the living room and down a hall. He walked behind her, drinking in the sight of her sweet, heart-shaped ass as it swayed side to side, causing his body to catch on fire. When she threw open her door and a huge bed came into view, he thanked the heavens above before wrapping his arms around her waist, walking the rest of the way as one.
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sp; Once at the bed, she turned in his arms and slowly lowered herself to the mattress, her eyes never leaving his. When her tongue ran along her bottom lip, her eyes darkened, and she was basically the hottest fucking woman in the whole entire world. Karson’s nails bit into his palm as he begged for restraint. If he didn’t find some quick, he was going to pound into this woman, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to enjoy her, he wanted to savor her, but when she moved back on the bed, her eyes beckoning him to follow before slowly letting her legs fall apart so he could get a fucking great look, control, restraint, and anything else went out the damn window.
Covering her body with his, he pressed into her, kissing along her neck and shoulders before capturing her behind the knee and opening her up for him. Leaning back on his haunches, he took his cock in his hand and went to direct himself into her, but she stopped him.
“Condom.”
He met her heated gaze. “Do I need one?”
She shrugged. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay. I swear to you, baby, I’m clean. But if you want me to get one, I will.”
Her eyes held his for another second as he held his breath. Thankfully though, she slowly shook her head and said, “I want to feel you.”
“Good, baby, that’s good,” he whispered before pushing himself into her to the hilt. They both moaned at the connection, and then he fell to his elbows on either side of her head, pressing his nose against hers. The feeling of being squeezed by her sweet body was unfuckingbelievable. He had dreamed of this for years. To feel her like this again…and it was better than he remembered. He’d only had one time with her, but that one time had stuck with him since he’d walked away. But he wouldn’t make that mistake again.
He wasn’t going anywhere without her.
“So fucking good,” he whispered as he slowly started to move against her. Each thrust was brutal and he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he knew he had to try. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her slowly as he moved in and out of her, each time coming completely out of her before entering her again. He watched her as he slowly made love to her, her eyes drifting shut and her body tensing up underneath his.
“You’re so beautiful, Lacey,” he said against her lips. “I… I…—”
Before he could utter the words, her hand came to rest against his chest as her eyes bored into his. “I know, Karson. I know.”
His heart then exploded in his chest as she brought him down for a toe-curling kiss. Pulling his mouth from hers, he pushed himself up onto his knees, taking her by the back of hers and then pushing them back against her chest so he sank deeper into her.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he moved in and out of her, his breath coming out in spurts with each thrust. Finally, unable to take it, he pounded into her, his body tensing, his balls drawing up until he came so hard, he squeezed his eyes closed tight as lights went off behind them. Jerking into her, his head fell back as he sucked in a deep breath and then let it out.
Oblivion.
When he was able to move, he looked down at his love. She was laid out in front of him, her legs still in his hands as she looked up at him, her eyes tired and spent. Letting her legs go, he fell to the side of her, gathering her into his arms before pressing his lips against hers in a slow but demanding way, drawing the kisses from her succulent mouth. Moving his nose along hers, he smiled as he tightened his arms around her. She smiled back, moving her hands up his chest as she molded against him.
Not sure what to say because, really, what the hell do you say after mind-blowing sex, Karson said, “Well. Hello.”
She giggled and he swore his cock came to life from the heavenly sound. “Hi.”
“I guess I should have asked if you had a boyfriend or something, huh?”
“Would have been polite,” she teased, her fingers moving against his jaw as his face broke out in a true grin. “But the answer is no.”
“That’s really good,” he admitted and she smiled shyly, her fingers stilling at his jaw.
“What about you? Is there someone?”
Gathering her in tighter, he slowly shook his head, his nose grazing against hers with each move. “There has never been anyone else but you, Lacey. You’re it.”
You’re it.
The words rang inside her chest as she got lost in his eyes. This couldn’t be real. Not after all this time. How? She’d done everything to never see him again and vowed that if she ever did, she’d kick him in the groin and never look back, but that’s not what she did. One look into his sinful caramel eyes, and she was as good as done. She’d turned into a cat in heat, attacking him in the backseat of the cab and then brought him home. It was insane.
But, good God, it was amazing.
She had never done something so reckless. She usually thought things out, made sure she had a plan, but with Karson, there was never a plan. She didn’t think; she just did. She knew it was his fault for that because that’s how he lived life. He never thought things out, he just did them, and that had her on edge. What if he did this because he knew he could? Because he knew she’d give it up. How could she say no? He was Karson King, the man who starred in every single one of her fantasies. The man she watched hockey for. The one she wished she’d never lost.
The love of her life.
Looking away from his intense gaze, she took in his square jaw, the coarse hair that covered it, and let go of the breath she was holding. He was beautifully in shape, way more than he was when they were in college. Each muscle so defined and hard and yummy. His arms were covered in tattoos of manly things, skulls and tribal art, but when her gaze fell to his chest, she paused. She hadn’t noticed the script when they were ripping each other’s clothes off, but now, she saw that it spelled out the words to “Yesterday” by the Beatles. Tracing the words, her eyes blurred with tears as she read each word, remembering the moment she sang that song in college.
It had been the championship with the Catappellas of the year. It was also the day she knew Karson was leaving to go back home before going into the draft. She wasn’t going to sing it, but the day before, it just happened, and they put it in for the final concert. She remembered the way she felt so empty, so different than she did now. With his warm, beautiful body pressed against hers, she couldn’t feel empty if she tried.
“I got it when I got back home before the draft. I was there, you know. I saw you sing it.”
Shocked, she looked from his chest to his gorgeous face. “You were?”
“Yeah, I was in the back. I remember that day like it was yesterday. You wore a red dress that was beyond hot. It wasn’t your normal red dress either; it was a different one, sexier with sheer shit across the back. You had braided your bangs into your hair and tucked it behind your ear, a little red bow in the braid. You looked beautiful, breathtaking, and when you sang this song, it was hard to watch, but I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
Love you. Not loved.
Tears stung her eyes as she leaned her forehead against his chin. She wanted to ask why he left, but she didn’t want to spoil their moment yet. There would be a time for answers, but right now was not that time. She was given a second chance to enjoy his body, and she would do just that. This was their closure, and when he walked out that door, she would have the answers and her fill of him before letting him go. As much as she would like to believe that he meant his words and would possibly want to be with her, she couldn’t get her hopes up.
Plus, what would she do? Pick up everything and leave? She was going to do it before, but now she had a business, a life in Chicago.
A lonely life.
Closing her eyes tightly, tears leaked out the sides as she pressed her lips to his chest, kissing the tattoo softly. She dusted her lips up his chest to his throat and his jaw, and he growled under her touch before she met her lips to his. Climbing on top of him, she knew she was far from done with him. She needed more, and when she felt him hard beneath her, she
knew he felt the same way.
Moving down his body, she sat on his knees as she took him in her hand. Locking her gaze with his, she lowered her mouth to his jutting cock and swirled her tongue along the head of him. Taking him in and out of her mouth, she played with his balls as his groan filled the room in the sexiest way possible. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin as she took him to the back of her throat, sucking him and swirling her tongue around him like he was the most delicious sucker in the world. When his fingers tangled in her hair, she moved her mouth up and over him, running her tongue down the velvet smoothness of him, licking his balls, his thighs, everything, just needing to taste every single inch of him.
Kissing up his tight abs, his even tighter chest, Lacey ran her tongue up his chin before taking his mouth with hers, kissing him the way she had dreamed of doing for a very long time. She was dripping with arousal and moved along his cock with ease before reaching between them and bringing him inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as she pushed down until he was completely inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up, causing him to go deeper, and the feeling was oh so beautiful. Breathtaking, really. The feeling of utter completeness. That’s what Karson did to her; he made her feel complete and all his.
Every single fiber in her body was his.
Had been since she’d watched his retreating back and heard the slam of the door to her dorm room. Slowly moving her hips in a teasing but satisfying way, her eyes met his and everything was just too much to handle. Soon she was coming, her body jerking and seizing up as his fingers bit into her hips. Her eyes shut tightly as she slowly rode out her orgasm, her body constricting around him as his groans mixed with her cries.
Such an amazing sound, she thought as she moved up and down the length of him.
All of a sudden, though, Karson flipped them over, his body pressing down on hers as he framed her face with his large, rough hands. Each callus on his hands touched her face and it was perfect. The contrast of rough and soft was so nice, and soon she found herself rubbing her face into his hands, wanting never to forget this amazing moment as he started to move into her again. His eyes never left hers as he slowly moved within her, each grunt hot against her jaw as he filled her and then came completely out of her before pressing even harder into her again. Her fingers wrapped around his large biceps, holding on for dear life as another orgasm started to build. It had been so long since she had felt this good, ready to come for a fourth time, and she couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure if she tried. He was the only one who could awaken her body like this. The only one to drive her completely insane and make her love every single second of it.