One Click Love

by T Gephart

  “Because you’re scared?” His eyes met mine and I couldn’t read them.

  “Terrified. But not of being outside alone in the dark.”

  His mouth was on mine before I was able to process another thought, his hands holding my head while he kissed me. For every ounce of restraint he’d shown before, he became unhinged, that gentleness turning to demand.

  I wanted him, wanted to take him up to my bed and—

  “Come with me,” I moaned as he continued to kiss down my neck. “Come upstairs with me and spend the night.”

  My fingers clung to him desperately, needing the connection more than I cared to admit. But I knew better than to know it was a sure thing.

  He blew out a long breath, his lips breaking contact on my skin by barely an inch. “Hayden, you have no idea how much I want to. But I need you to understand what me coming to your bed means. I can feel your head is in two different places, and I won’t let myself be what sways you.”

  Oh. God.

  Never in a million years had being turned down ever felt so good, and yet the consideration he was showing me, almost infuriating. Sure, I understood it, but my hormones were also running riot and knew of the orgasms he promised.

  “Just come with me and we’ll work out the rest later.”

  He laughed, holding his mouth just out of reach. “Yeah, that sounds like a recipe for disaster. And you’re adorable for thinking we’re going to do anything other than screw each other’s brains out if we go to bed together. You keep thinking I’m this perfect guy, Hayden. But I can promise you, I’m not. I have flaws just like the next guy.”

  “Uhhhhhhhh,” I groaned in frustration. “Obviously you have flaws. Like now, and your inability to just be irresponsible.”

  It was childish, bratty and selfish, but I didn’t care how it sounded. How I sounded. Tempted to see if I could just seduce him into changing his mind.

  “You really want me to be irresponsible?”

  It was a dare, a challenge, a flashing button waiting to be pushed. His eyes heated, the sweetness of his smile lost as his expression got darker. “I asked you a question, Hayden. You sure that’s what you want?”

  My head nodded, the words getting caught in my throat as I all but begged.

  “Yes, Mack. I am positive it’s what I want.”

  Mack

  I HAD NO idea what the hell I was doing, my balls and my head championing their own fucking agendas. And while I wasn’t sure I knew what was right, I knew what I wanted to do.

  Her.

  Fifty ways to Sunday.

  But she’d been drinking and was emotional, and I didn’t want there to be any misconceptions. And if I took her to bed, she wasn’t going to be fucking anyone else. Those grand plans she had to play the field—no longer an option. And Hayden and I—we were going to be dating. Not none of this swipe left and hook up, not playing it casual and working shit out as we went. So unless she was on the same page, having sex probably wasn’t a good idea.

  Pity the rest of my body didn’t get the memo.

  We were out of my truck and into her condo before I’d even had time to reconsider. Fumbling first to open her front door, and then the lock to make sure it was shut. All the while keeping my hands and my mouth firmly pressed on her.

  “You can’t cancel the date tomorrow,” I warned her, sliding my fingers down her body and anchoring on her hips. “You don’t get to wake up in the morning and ghost me either, Hayden.”

  She chuckled, yanking my shirt and pulling me closer. “Well it’s not like I can sneak out, it’s my condo.”

  “Good point. And as sexy as you look in these clothes, I want you out of them.” I stopped talking, putting my mouth to work kissing her while my hands got busy.

  Her eyes flashed open, gasping as I roughly yanked on the zipper of her dress and shoved it down to the floor. Underneath was a whole bunch of black lace—and just like the dress I’d removed—I had no interest in.

  “Who was this for?” I asked, my hands following the curves of her tits and pulling down the cup of her bra. “Were you planning on bringing someone else back here?”

  “Nn-oooo,” she shuttered, taking another gasp of air while my tongue swirled around her nipple. “I did it because it makes me feel sexy. And I kinda need all the help I can get.”

  My mouth moved to the other nipple, my fingers twisting the one I’d just left while my lips closed on her tight peak. “Honey, trust me, you don’t need any help.”

  She moaned, tipping her head back while my hands and tongue stayed busy. I loved kissing her, touching her, and preferred to do it without the restrictions.

  With not much patience and/or coordination, I flicked the hook at the back of her bra and pulled it from her body. Her tits were beautiful, round and full, with tight pink tips that were hard and ready.

  Next were her panties, my fingers snaking down her belly, breeching the top of the lace and diving inside to find her wet and warm. “You want to show me where your bedroom is, Hayden? I’m not fucking you here on the floor.”

  She bobbed her head, closing her eyes as the pads of my fingers swirled against her pussy, feeling the needy and desperate buck of her hips with every pass. “Down the hall. Door is open.”

  And they were all the instructions I needed, pressing her mouth to mine as we walked—my hand still teasing her—down the hall to the first open door I found. Didn’t care if it was the bathroom, those noises she was making driving me crazy, resigned to making her come in the tub if that was my only option.

  “Take them off,” she begged her hands too busy unbuttoning my shirt to get rid of the lace that had apparently made her feel sexy. “Just take them off and touch me more.”

  I knew what she wanted, my fingers teasing her entrance while keeping themselves outside. But that would have to wait, my shirt hitting the floor around the same time as the backs of my legs felt the mattress. And since we’d reached our destination, I wanted to do what I’d been desperate to all night.

  Kissing her, I spun her around, lowering her onto the bed as gently as I could manage while rocking a hard-on that could drill concrete. It wasn’t easy, the urge to toss her onto the mattress and fill her with my cock so overwhelming I needed a minute just to take a breath.

  She gasped, the heels she’d been wearing dropping to the floor as she shuffled herself further up the bed, her eyes on me as I utilized the short timeout to get the hell out of my clothes.

  Everything was dropped to the floor in an unorganized pile as I stripped as fast as I could. I liked the way she was looking at me, her eyes roaming over my body while I stalked onto the mattress and gripped her thighs. “Now, I’ll take them off.”

  My fingers moved to the edge of her panties and yanked them down her legs. Her mouth opened, a satisfied “ahhh” spilling from her lips before a more desperate “yes” took its place.

  No, I hadn’t put my fingers inside of her like she’d wanted, instead replacing my hand with my mouth, my tongue savoring every last inch.

  “Mack,” her back arched, her head easing back on the pillow while I continued to taste her. As much as I wanted to feel her pulsing on my dick, my mouth was going to get the privilege first.

  I loved to watch her writhe, those uncontrolled noises escaping from her mouth while her eyes struggled to stay open. It had clearly been a long time since a man had done it properly, the look of surprise flashing across her face as I took her to the edge and had her exploding on my tongue.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God,” she panted, her tits heaving with hard breaths as her body shook. “I—that—I—”

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. I’m going to enjoy watching it happen again.” I kissed the inside of her thighs, sliding higher up the bed.

  She nodded, not letting me know which statement she agreed with as my mouth went back to her tits. “Remember what I said, Hayden, no second thoughts.”

  “None. I want you.” Her hand snaked down between us, grip
ping my dick. It was rock hard and throbbing, a hiss coming from my clenched teeth as she gave me a firm slow stroke.

  It was difficult to concentrate, the hand action feeling so good I almost forgot her beautiful tits were in my hands. Everything about her was a wet dream waiting to happen, and I couldn’t believe she was mine.

  “Condom,” I gritted out, wanting to get suited up before I did something stupid. I was desperate to fill her, needing to be inside of her more than made sense. “Hayden, please tell me you have a condom.”

  Thankfully, she nodded, letting go of my cock for a few minutes while she pulled open the bottom drawer of her nightstand. “Not sure what the shelf life is on these things, I’ve had this pack for about a year.”

  I didn’t bother checking the expiration date, trusting science and her hopefully cool, light-tight bottom drawer, in knowing we were fine as I reached for the box. “Longer than a year, sweetheart. And I’ll try not to use the whole box.”

  That wasn’t a promise, my intention to stay the night left unspoken as I opened the foil package and rolled the latex down my shaft. I tried not to think of the significance of how long she’d had that box, knowing without being told what big a deal it was that I was even in her bed.

  “You’re so hot.” Her eyes followed my hands, giving myself a quick jerk as I made sure the base was secured. “Your body is so incredible.”

  “Funny, those are the same thoughts I have about you.” I kissed her, easing her back onto the bed before shuffling to my knees. I wanted to enjoy the view, see as much of her as I could while making us both feel good.

  I took each of her legs in my hands, parting them and settling in the middle. She craned her head, watching me as I teased her opening with the head of my cock, staying upright so she could see exactly what I was doing.

  “Watch me, Hayden.” Our eyes connected. “Watch me worship your body the way it should be worshiped.”

  Her teeth bit her bottom lip as she eased out a shaky breath, the head just barely pushing into her. It wasn’t a lot, the restraint needed to bury myself almost impossible to maintain as I pushed in a little more, feeling her squeeze around me.

  “More.” It was both a plea and a demand, her hips tipping to try and get me deeper. But my hand held her still, not letting her control the pace as I slid in an inch at a time.

  It was madness for both of us. Each agonizing second feeling like an eternity as she whimpered. She wasn’t the only one desperate, my plan to go slow tossed out the window halfway when I sank all the way in.

  “Jesus, Hayden.” I rocked my hips, dragging myself out and then pushing back in. “I keep wanting to do slow with you, but I keep losing control.”

  She flashed me a smile, matching each one of my thrusts with one of her own. “Good, I like that I do that to you. And slow is overrated.”

  Wasn’t that the truth, the original tempo all but forgotten as I plunged into her, again and again, harder and faster each time.

  It felt amazing, her grip around my length tight as we rocked, and I could feel her getting closer. Slow was definitely not the way to go.

  “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” I couldn’t stop looking at her, reaching down between us and rubbing her clit. It was swollen and needy as the rest of her, my thumb circling her as I continued to pump.

  She bucked, her body shaking as she screamed out, “yes.” The roll of her hips slowed as she came unhinged, the pulsating against my shaft enough to do me in.

  “Hayden.” I gritted my teeth, unable to stop as my balls rose up and I exploded.

  It was intense, every single muscle in my body tensing before releasing, my mind feeling like a jigsaw puzzle as I spilled my load.

  Romantic, it was not—our hot bodies still fused as I tried to slow down. It was almost impossible when I was with her, that look of satisfaction on her face making me feel like a superhero.

  Her chin tilted, my mouth finding hers whether that was her intention or not, pressing heavier on her body than I wanted as we both collapsed on the bed. I didn’t want to move, loving the way she felt underneath me even though I probably weighed a ton.

  “No, you don’t have to move,” she wrapped her arms around me, holding me still. “I like it. I won’t break.”

  And as much as I wanted to test her theory, common sense finally showed up as I lifted myself off her. “How about I take care of the condom and then we can see what else I can do that you like.”

  Reluctantly I pulled out, easing out of her and shuffling off the bed. I had no idea where the bathroom was, my feet hitting the floor before she pointed to the bedroom door. “It’s opposite. And I’d really like to come with you.”

  Even though I had no idea why—whether it was to use the facilities herself or just watch me—I agreed, reaching out my hand and helping her out of bed. It was unreasonable how much I liked being with her, not the least bit concerned at having an audience while I took a piss.

  She led me across the hall, the flick of the bathroom light blinding us both as she walked over to the combination shower tub. It seemed I wasn’t going to have an audience after all, leaving me to lose the condom while she turned on the faucet.

  I watched as the showerhead sprayed out water, the jets hitting the plastic curtain. She looked over her shoulder, climbing inside but not pulling the shower curtain closed as she disappeared from view.

  It couldn’t have been a clearer invitation, the condom tossed into the wastepaper basket as I followed her in, the hot stream of water hitting my back as I pulled the plastic closed across the tub.

  “If you’re thinking of shower sex, Hayden, I can tell you right now that’s a bad idea.” I laughed, pulling her body flush against mine. “You don’t have those non-slip adhesives and I couldn’t lay down in this tub if I tried.”

  She arched against me, resting her head against my shoulder as I bent down to kiss her. “Mack, even I have my limitations. No sex, just washing.”

  Taking a faded pink fluffy thing that looked like a pom-pom, I picked up some shower gel and squeezed some on. It had been a really long time since I’d been in a shower with a woman and was surprised by how much I liked it.

  Without asking, I moved the soapy fluff ball down her arms and across her back, angling myself so she could be under the water and not get cold. Careful not to slip or worse fall right out of the tub, I maneuvered myself around so I was facing her, her wide gray eyes open as I washed her.

  She didn’t say a word, watching me with interest as I knelt down and soaped up her legs, taking extra care to lift each foot and then rinse off the pink thing before gently wiping between her thighs. Even though I’d been inside of her less than half an hour ago, touching her like that felt more personal.

  Desperate to kiss her but not wanting to make it sexual, I turned my attention to her collection of shampoo bottles perched on the ledge of the tub. There were about six different colored and shaped bottles, and I had zero idea which one to use. But instead of asking, I picked up one and smelled it, not settling until I found the one I thought smelled the most like her.

  It was sweet, like peaches and cinnamon, and the same scent I’d buried my nose in the first night I’d met her. “That one is my favorite.” Her eyes lit up as I squeezed some out of the bottle into my palm and lathered it up. “How did you know?”

  I smiled, my hands going into her hair as the scent got even stronger. “I didn’t know, but it’s what you were wearing the night I met you.”

  She was skeptical, her eyebrow hitching as she tried to figure out what my angle was. “How can you remember what shampoo I was wearing?”

  “If I told you I remembered everything about that night because you were so beautiful, it wouldn’t be a lie.” My fingers massaged her scalp, her hair covered in white soapy bubbles. “But being a fireman, you literally depend on the details. Everything from airflow to the furniture around you. What’s going to be an accelerant, what could collapse and hinder your exit, and where your backup
is. You need to know where you are, what you’re doing, and who you’re with at all times. Your head needs to be in the game, and I have a hard time switching it off. And with you, I wouldn’t want to even if I could.”

  And regardless of my intentions of keeping my lips holstered and it not turning sexual, I kissed her anyway. Pushing her gently into the water as the shampoo washed out of her hair and pooled around our feet. She closed her eyes, tipping her head back as she let me kiss her, her arms wrapping around my chest as we stood under the spray.

  “Will you stay the night?” Her eyes blinked as I moved her hair to the side.

  I laughed, wondering if I hadn’t made myself clear in the truck before coming up. “Just try and make me leave, sweetheart.”

  Hayden

  IT WAS A weird sensation having a man hold me while I slept.

  I’d never thought I liked it, Cooper and I both preferring to sleep on our respective sides with an invisible wall in the middle. Over time the wall got bigger, and it wasn’t just the space between our bodies that was the problem.

  But Mack holding me felt so good I almost didn’t want to close my eyes, wanting to absorb every last drop of the sensation and not waste it on being asleep. It was like he knew the exact amount of pressure to apply, the right way to position himself so I didn’t feel smothered or overwhelmed, his arms around me keeping me close to him while not trapping me in bed. And as much as I had really—and I mean really—enjoyed the sex, being held by Mack was pure bliss.

  A soft pair of lips kissing my collarbone woke me, making me smile before I’d even opened my eyes. It was crazy to think I’d tried to push him away, even though in my head, getting involved with a guy made no sense.

  My mother had always accused me of making shitty decisions.

  What was the harm in another one?

  “Want me to make some breakfast?” I rolled toward him, not getting to ask any more questions as he kissed my mouth. It wasn’t the sweet kind of kiss he’d been giving my collarbone either, his tongue sliding into my mouth making me think how many more bad decisions I could make.