by A. J. Pryor
“I will never get enough of that sweet taste of you,” he said.
I felt the tip of his erection at my entrance, felt the warmth of our bodies as we were about to become one, and embraced the emotion that was flowing between us - friendship, lust, maybe love - but most of all a desire that ran so deep I was completely engulfed by it. All I wanted was for him to enter me and make me scream his name over and over. To join our bodies so fluidly, that there was no telling where he ended and I began.
As he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, I thrust my hips, causing his erection to rub along my leg. Grabbing on to his butt and pulling him in close, I placed him exactly where I wanted him. With my nipple in his mouth and his cock bracing for a takeover, I willingly gave myself over to him.
He leaned back, pulled a condom out of his wallet, and then handed it to me. I held it and stared at it for a few seconds, remembering how much I hated these things, but knowing they were a necessary element in staying safe. Tearing the wrapper open I rolled the contents over his length, his eyes closing as I gently trailed my fingers along his shaft, the rubber covering him.
I roamed my fingers underneath him and lightly cupped his sack in my hand, massaging them. “Squeeze harder,” he said through gritted teeth. I tensed my hand roughly and let the smooth skin of his sensitive flesh slide between my fingers. He moaned deeply and closed his eyes, rubbing his erection back and forth against my core, my body once again meeting his motions, looking for a release. “I’m going to work you so hard Locks—so hard.” His eyes darkened with desire; he had one focus.
I almost came again as his cock rubbed against my swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves, but he moved himself lower, took one more breath, and then entered me. His body stilled as his head rested on my shoulder. With one more push, our bodies were completely united.
“Goldilocks. Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good.” His head slowly lifted and his eyes met mine. “I’m going to move slowly.”
Slowly and deliberately he moved—in and out—his cock slick with my desire pushing and pulling me to the edge—filling me so deeply, then backing off, my body once again building and looking for that friction that was going to shatter me to pieces.
His lips sucked and kissed on the curve of my neck where it joined with my shoulder as his seductive pace drove me mad. I gripped onto his biceps, the skin pulled tight beneath my hands as his muscles flexed with his movements on top of me. His arm lifted my right leg over his shoulder and his eyes closed as he continued the slow, easy pace of his cock sliding through all my slick folds. My body started to tremble as the depth of him caused me to crest, my body falling over the edge. “Make that noise again, Locks. Let me hear you come.”
I didn’t know what noise he was talking about, but as the spasms rocked through my body, I groaned and pulled him down to me. With the bite of his teeth at my neck, he slid his hand between my legs, and warmth overtook me from head to toe.
I barely noticed when he pulled out and turned me onto my stomach, propping me on my knees and spreading me wide on the soft white sheets. He ran his hands from the back of my knees up to the cheeks of my rear, squeezing and digging his fingers in deep. Then his breath and his face and his lips made their way between my legs and his tongue trailed from the front to the back; groaning, he tasted me. My body instantly responded, once again tightening, and then he licked me once more. I almost came. If his tongue had touched me a third time I would have lost it. Being so exposed was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. He was taking my body to places it had never been before, and I was trusting him to take care of me—all of me—my heart included. Shifting his position, the bed creaked, and his hips brushed against me, his erection stopping right at my entrance.
He spread his trembling hand on my back and traced down my spine. “I am so wild for you, Locks.” Placing a hand on each of my hips, he gripped tight and pushed inside, his movements fast and hard. The tip of his cock reaching so deep it took my breath away. “Come with me.” His thrusts became stronger, more focused, as we moved further up on the bed, causing him to grip me tighter to keep me in place.
I’ve never been one to yell to the Lord in the throes of an orgasm but as one started to creep into my body, as my insides started to tense, and as my body started to tingle with sex that had never felt like this before, I screamed, “Oh God, Roan! Oh God. Oh my fucking God! I’m going to come again!”
His fingers gripped me and he grunted as he pushed in deeper, his thighs slapping the back of my legs harder.
“I’m coming!” I screamed, as Roan mumbled the word fuck, his body shook above mine, his lips sucking on the back of my neck and his fingers pressing the sensitive area between my legs, as we climaxed together.
He rested his head on my shoulder and his chest vibrated with amusement. “Unreal Goldilocks . . . unreal. You swear during sex.” He turned me onto my back as his cock slipped out of my body. Dropping next to me, he wrapped me in his arms so I was nestled close to his side.
“I’ll say whatever the hell you want from here on out, Roan. I now know what ‘mind-blowing orgasm’ means.”
He cracked up and embraced me tight, kissing my head and cradling me.
“That was . . . amazing. Your body and mine work together like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’m pretty sure you were made just for me.”
I had been thinking the same thing, but I didn’t realize Roan’s body reacted the same as mine.
“Roan, you have sex almost daily, how was this any different?”
He got up on his elbow and stared down at me. The right side of his lip curled up in a half grin. “Those experiences were purely physical. This, Jess, this was all-consuming.” He twirled a strand of my hair in his fingers. “And daily is an exaggeration. I haven’t had sex in about three months now.”
“What? No way! What about all those women?” I was shocked.
“Not a single one. The minute I met you, I was done for. Not that I didn’t try. They just weren’t you.”
“That night, before the engagement party, I saw that girl on your lap.”
“Very unfortunate timing, Locks. I’m not gonna lie. We kissed. I was upset you hadn’t called me after your San Francisco trip, and very confused about how I felt. I wanted to want her. Hell, I needed to want anyone but you. It was impossible. You’ve consumed me from the start.” He trailed his hand along the side of my body, running his thumb back and forth along my skin.
“Roan, I didn’t call you because I was figuring out how to move forward as just your friend. Once I realized your friendship was more important than my romantic illusions, I went out and bought you this watch.” Since the day I gave him this tide watch, I’d never seen him take it off, even when he wasn’t in the water. “All I wanted to do was see you and hug you. Tell you how proud I was of you for signing that client and tell you about my trip.”
He kissed each of my eyes and moved on top of me. Looking down at me he said, “Jessica, I’m not sure what I’m doing, and I know I’m going to make mistakes, but I promise, you will never see me with another woman again.”
e had sex in the shower and on the floor of the bedroom. We even had sex on the bathroom floor until I moved her to the counter where she wrapped her legs around me and I braced my hand against the tile and watched her quiver in the various angles of mirrors. I bent her over the couch in the living room after she’d gotten up to get a drink of water. She swallowed when sucking me off and my jaw dropped; I’d warned her, told her I was about to blow my load and she sucked harder, held on tighter, and even used her teeth to gently slide across the tip of me, causing me to lose control of my speech for a few minutes. She let me come on her stomach—she let me lick every inch of her. She had given me complete access to her body for an entire night and I took full advantage. At some point, we’d finally fallen asleep naked with her legs tangled with mine. Her arm across my chest, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, with her lips gently touching my skin.
Sh
e was lying in my arms, her breath soft and warm floating across my chest. Embracing her tightly, I kissed the top of her head, and was thankful I had the strength to let go of my past and take this chance with her.
Numerous women had come before her: blondes, brunettes, redheads, skinny, voluptuous. None compared to her. None rocked me to the core as she did. Any other sexual experience felt amateur, trivial in comparison to this. Had I known the sun set and rose with this one woman, I would have taken the plunge months ago.
It was close to eight in the morning and I needed to get going. My meeting with Chase Miller, one of my new clients, was in about an hour. I kissed Jess on the head and slid out from under the sheets, making my way to the bathroom.
True to their word, the clothing company that wanted to sponsor Chase for the X Games had stocked my room with clothes and essentials for the few days I was staying in town. I showered, dressed, and ordered breakfast for Jess. I knew she liked to sleep in, something I never did, but I would make sure she had everything she needed.
Ready to meet my client I glanced over at the bed. Her eyes were open and she was watching me. My blood heated at the flush that had spread across her cheeks and I sat down next to her.
“Good morning, Locks. You sleep well?”
She grinned up at me. “Not really, but it was worth it.”
I leaned in and kissed her. “Good. Take a nap, I plan on keeping you up late again tonight. Meet me for lunch in town?”
Her eyes sparkled. “In town or back here?”
I leaned down and kissed her. “Back here.” I kissed her deeper. “Definitely back here.”
“I’m going to try and get on the slopes for a few hours this mornin’.”
“You snowboard, Locks?”
“No, I ski. But if you want to teach me how to snowboard I’ve been told I’m a really good student.”
I leaned down and kissed her nose.
“I don’t have time this trip. Tonight we have a dinner, and tomorrow I’m on the mountain all day.”
“I have to leave tomorrow, Roan. I promised Casey I’d go dress shopping with her and then I have to come up with a few new dessert recipes for the book.”
Disappointment struck me. “I don’t want you to go home. I want you here—with me.”
Sitting up, the sheet covering her body slipped below her breasts. There was a hickey on her neck, one next to her nipple, and a bite mark on her shoulder. I should have cared that I’d marked up her flawless skin, but it only meant that she was mine. While tracing the bruise on her breast with my finger, her nipple began to harden and her lips slightly parted. “Sorry about these.”
After a glance down to see what I was talking about, a grin spread across her face, and her flushed cheeks lifted, crinkling the sides of her eyes. “Don’t be.” Not being able to help myself, I cupped her breast, and let the weight of it fill the palm of my hand, as my thumb gently rubbed her nipple. Seductively, her eyelids lowered and her breath deepened. Taking the opportunity, I leaned down and kissed her, sliding my tongue through her open lips.
Pulling back and capturing her eyes with mine, I said, “So, one more night together; when we’re back, let’s get our schedules in sync. I want you by my side—always.”
Leaning slightly forward she gently kissed my lips before she responded, “Whatever you want Roan, and if you promise to keep doin’ what your doin’, I’ll cancel any future plans to spend all my time with you.”
I nipped at her lip once more and gently squeezed her nipple. “Meet me back here at one and I’ll continue what I started.”
I got up and left, wondering how the hell I was going to get through any of my meetings knowing Jessica Baker was naked and waiting in my hotel room.
ressed and ready to meet my clients for dinner, Jess looked incredibly sexy. Her skin was tanned from the sun on the mountain and she was wearing furry black boots over tight black leather pants that showed off her curvy hips and toned legs. Under a white down jacket with some sort of fur around the collar, her dark pink sweater looked soft and made me want to curl up into her for the rest of the night. It hit me that she was only here for a few more hours. Before she opened the door to our room, I pulled her into my arms.
“Don’t leave tomorrow. Stay.” My tongue trailed the outer edges of her ear.
She sighed, and began to massage my scalp. “Casey’s wedding is only six weeks away. I can’t flake out on her—she needs me.”
“I need you too.” I laughed realizing how lame that sounded. I held her in my arms enjoying a few more moments alone with her.
She pulled back. “You have me Roan—all of me. Just not tomorrow.”
I could easily blow off this dinner and get her back in bed, but we had to eat and Chase really wanted to be a part of this clothing line. He loved the way the clothes let his skin breathe when he was on the mountain. After trying on ten different brands of ski pants, he had decided that I needed to get him this deal. Tonight’s dinner was to hopefully firm up all the remaining details in order to get Chase the amount of money to make it work. Chase wouldn’t be at dinner and this was the first time I’d ever brought a date to a client function. It should be interesting.
Grabbing Jessica’s hand, we walked out of the hotel and made our way to the restaurant.
The hostess walked us to our table where the owner of Surefire clothing, Landon Butler, and his assistant, Becca Feurer, were seated, already deep in conversation.
Becca used to work for one of the surf lines that sponsored Matt and we always had a good working relationship, but she was a gossip, always getting involved in other people’s business. I’d never given her anything worth jabbering about before—everyone knew I played the field, that wasn’t newsworthy. Watching Becca’s eyes bug-out as I walked up hand in hand with Jess made me realize that was about to change. I guess having a girlfriend was front-page news.
Jess noticed that she was being judged from a distance, as she squeezed my hand a little tighter. “Landon, Becca, this is my girlfriend, Jessica Baker. I hope you don’t mind that she’s going to crash our party.”
Landon instantly stood, clearly seeing what every other jackass saw—how fucking awesome my girl was. “Nice to meet you, Jessica, of course we don’t mind.”
We sat and Landon and I got right down to business. Becca started talking to Jess—not something I was thrilled about, but I knew Jessica could hold her own.
I laid out the terms of the agreement that Chase would sign. How many times he would wear their clothes, how many times he would mention the brand of ski pants he wore in an interview, and how he would never say anything negative about the line, even if the pants ripped apart as he was flying down the mountain. They wanted to cut his fee by a few thousand dollars, but I stayed true to what my boy wanted and, in the end, Chase got everything he’d asked for. It was a win-win for everyone.
There was a good chance Chase was going to take top spot in the Men’s Snowboard Slopestyle. If he was wearing Surefire clothes, their business would see a huge bump in sales. Even if he didn’t take top spot, Chase was a good-looking guy. Girls lined up to get a glimpse of him on the slopes. Surefire was getting model material to represent their clothing line and they should make any deal they could.
After business was complete, I turned my ear in Becca’s direction and heard her asking, “Jessica, do you snowboard?”
There was always a competition somewhere in the world, and working in the same industry, Becca and I bumped into one another on numerous occasions. She had made lasting friendships with locals in many places we traveled. Some of them were chicks I’d hooked up with. I could see her mind working, wondering who she was going to call first to let them know I’d officially been taken off the market.
“No, I ski. But Roan promised to instruct me. He’s also teachin’ me how to surf.” Jess kicked up her accent. She was a confident woman so I assumed it was for fun, to throw Becca off her game. There was no way Becca would make a girl like Jess n
ervous.
“How’s that going? I’m sure all the girls on the beach are throwing daggers in your direction since it seems you’re the only woman on earth who could tame this one.” Becca pointed to me and smirked. I scowled back.
Jess turned my way and smiled huge. “Why, it’s just amazing. Roan is a very hands-on teacher. Aren’t you, sweetie?” Jess winked at me and leaned in to kiss my cheek.
I had to hold in my laugh. What the hell was she up to?
“Wow, Roan! I love your girlfriend. She’s so . . . normal.”
Normal? Did I hear that right? Hot, sexy, fine as shit, were all acceptable terms for Jessica, but normal? My girl knew how to shoot a 12-gauge shotgun, she could lasso a cow, and she was learning how to surf. Jess was far from an average plain Jane. Then I realized what Becca was getting at. Fuck. Would she really go there? Getting ready to shut her up, I realized I didn’t have to. Jess was just as taken off guard by her comment as I was.
“Why, bless your little heart, Becca. Knowing some of Roan’s past flames, it’s nice to be known as one of the normal ones.” Turning to me she said, “I’m going to go use the little girl’s room.” She squeezed my knee hard as she got up and left the table.
“I actually need to go too, I’ll walk with you.” Landon said as he left me alone with the prying eyes of Becca.
“Why her? Is it the accent? The blonde hair? What’s so special about this one, Roan?” Becca asked point-blank.
Seething with anger, I stayed silent.
“Roan, I’m not trying to be a bitch, but you’ve screwed over enough of my friends. They’re going to be curious. I’d like to be able to give them an honest answer. I like Jessica, I really do, I’m just not sure what separates her from any of the others.”
“Becca, stay out of my personal business. Got it?”
“Does Luana know?”
“That’s personal.”
Being the gossip that she was, Becca knew that Luana had a rough time when our relationship went south. Not all the gory details, but she had a decent idea.