Working my cock between her hands and her mouth, her skillful effort made me come like I hadn’t since my teenage years. It was better for her that she had, because I wouldn’t have lasted inside her. It had been a while since I’d been with a woman, and after I’d come once, I knew I’d stay the course and enjoy her much longer.
When she began playing with my balls, I thought if she continued, as great as it felt, I’d be back in a desperate state in no time. So I pulled her hand away and hurriedly freed my feet from my boxers and pants from around my ankles. Seeing her watching me, I stripped my tie from my neck and fumbled with the tiny buttons on my dress shirt.
In Tricia’s eyes nothing was happening fast enough, and in her impatience, she reached out, grabbed my shirt in each hand, and tore away each side of it until she’d pulled it wide apart. A wicked smile of satisfaction spread over her face when we heard tiny buttons scatter, echo, and bounce when they hit the floor.
“Oh James,” she breathed out as she dragged her nails down my abdomen and traced the contours of my muscles. “Better,” she admitted, when she leaned in and rubbed her soft, satin-skinned cheek against my smooth warm chest, she turned her face into my skin. Inhaling deeply, she traced up through my pecs and placed a small chaste kiss on my neck. Goosebumps erupted over my body and a shiver of need shot through me.
My cock bounced and I cussed with the electrical charge I felt. “Fuck,” ground out as I pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in my arms. She jumped onto me, her long legs surrounding my waist.
“Need to lie down,” she mumbled, her pussy grinding against me. She was soaked, her core slick and ready for me, her wet heat gliding, teasing me in her desperation as we fell heavily onto the bed again. My lips immediately crashed down on hers and we shared a hungry kiss; a better coordinated kiss that grew frantic when the thrill of our blistering desire became completely uncontainable.
Our tongues dueled with our deep bruising kisses as we each fought passionately for dominance over the other, while our hands tugged roughly, aggressively even, at the other’s hair and skated over the smooth firm lines of our bodies. Trisha bit my lip hard, drew blood from it, and I pulled away, my feral passion fizzing like an unstable fuse as vibrations of need brewed closer to boiling point in my body.
Inside my head, a voice told me to stop biting her, but she tasted too good and the animal in me was too weak, so with my face back on her neck, I sucked and bit at her flesh as my mouth went farther south to her belly. I wanted to taste her hot needy pussy but denied myself this pleasure; it wasn’t an act I performed on someone outside a serious relationship.
I realized quite quickly this was a point of frustration for Tricia when she kept trying to shove my head between her thighs. Gyrating her ass, she continually ground her pussy toward my body, trying to find purchase and guide me where she’d wanted me. Denying her gave me a little more control and I took my time peppering kisses down her thighs before I grabbed under her knees.
“Spread your legs wide,” I muttered low and demanding, but never gave her time to comply as I slid my palms between her thighs and forced them open myself. Another gasp fell from her lips,
“Oh,” she said in approval, her eyes sparkling excitedly as her sexy grin widened. She looked incredible despite the lack of light, and I paused for another few seconds, allowing myself to indulge as my hands skimmed her torso again. Her body positively vibrated with an electrical charge as she waited, and her breath hitched again.
With her ribs expanded, Tricia held her breath, and I watched her heart race through a pulse in her belly, while her whole body became primed for me to take her.
“I need you so fucking badly,” she muttered, desperately.
“Yes, ma’am, and you’re going to get me… fuck, you’re so going to get me.” My tone sounded low and deliberate, when my fingers skated the length of her seam, and spread her deliciously soaked lips of her pussy. Sliding one inside her tight entrance, I pulled back and entered another.
“My God.” Her words sounded desperate as I crooked them up and thrummed that special rough little spot I knew would drive her crazy. In less than a minute, I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers as she came undone.
Rolling her head slowly from side to side, her fingers curled into fists, gripping the sheets when the sensation of a small orgasm had begun to ripple through her. “Fuck, James,” she cussed, as a tremor mildly shook her legs. I finger fucked her harder and grinned wickedly when those ripples began to multiply, and small spasms grew within her. Pulling my fingers out suddenly stopped her from coming, but I had a bigger ending planned.
Frustration creased her brow as stormy eyes bored into mine. “What the—”
“Condoms?”
She shook her head vigorously. “I’m clean and that’s taken care of,” she mumbled. If any other woman had said that to me, I’d have ignored it, but I saw the truth in her words in the intense stare she gave me and way she held my gaze.
“Me too …” I stated in a rush, “clean, I mean.” I stumbled over my words as my aching cock twitched excitedly in expectation, nudging me to get on with it, but I felt strangely nervous when a seed of hesitation charged through me.
“Enough foreplay. Fuck me,” she demanded, snapping me out of my moment of doubt. She never had to tell me twice as I edged closer between her legs and slid my arms under her knees again. Wrapping them around her, I anchored myself to her and yanked her closer. My wet tip nudged determinedly at her drenched warm entrance. For a moment I slowed everything down again. I’d wanted to savor the moment and stared unabashedly toward her.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I confessed, staring into her eyes, still bright despite the darkness in the room and the booze she’d drunk. My face was inches from hers, as my tip nudged again at her slick hot entrance. We both swallowed hard and gasped “Oh,” when the connection we’d denied for so long overwhelmed us. A thrill rippled through me like a mini organsm as the chemistry between us flared.
When we looked at one another, my chest tightened again, and heart pounded wildly, and I recognized the lust in her eyes. I wondered briefly if she saw that same look in mine. For a second, I had an urge to kiss her, but I knew I couldn’t have waited another minute to be inside her.
“Holy hell,” she snapped sharply, releasing another breath I’d stolen from her. Moving, I took her head in my hands, gave her a look that was probably full of intent and slid inside her, down to my root.
Reaching around me, she grabbed hold of my ass and dug her fingernails into my flesh. When I stayed still in that moment, she took the lead. Wiggling beneath me in frustration, she ground herself in her effort to have even more of me.
“Fuck, James,” she mumbled, lost for words as the connection between us grew stronger. I flexed my cock once and she growled. Every time she said my name my heartbeat stuttered.
“Christ, you feel good,” I ground out, once I’d caught my breath and savored the feel of her tight slick walls all around me. A surge of adrenaline unexpectedly bubbled through my body from the insane chemical reaction we shared.
“You feel so fucking amazing. I wish we could go all night.”
“Greedy,” she chuckled and tilted her hips.
I edged a little deeper and growled. “You feel perfect,” I admitted, as she began to writhe until her burning desire turned to a desperate need and our feelings overwhelmed us and we began to move.
“Like that,” she gasped and growled in animalistic want as a mixture of frustration and pleasure registered deep within us.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you,” I half-whispered, half-breathed angrily into her ear, as I gripped a handful of her smooth silky hair and held it tight in my palm.
“Feels even better than I imagined it would,” she admitted. “So…oh,” she added as she ground her clit against my public bone harder and faster, desperately trying to kick up the pace.
Rolling over on top of me, she found h
er rhythm and bounced, riding my cock feverishly. I let her for a minute because the sensation felt incredible, but as I watched her, what we were doing suddenly felt too much and I feared I’d lose control. I had wanted it to last, so I grabbed her sides and applied more weight to her hips with my hands. Holding her down, I kept myself deep, restricting her movements. Teaching Tricia I was in charge, I took control of the pace.
“God, move,” she complained. Struggling she was trying to find her rhythm like before, but I flipped her over and ground slowly into her. It only took seconds for her to succumb to my will. “Oh, God, yes… keep doing that,” she demanded, as I took one hands down and wedged it between us. She began to circle her clit, driving her own need and needing to control her own pleasure.
“This you mean?” I teased, fucking her long, deep, and hard with her legs in the air and my balls slapping her noisily at her perineum with every sharp thrust. At one point it had felt trancelike, and when I came back to my senses, I thought I’d either break my dick with the tension between us or we’d both pass out.
“Yeah, right there, oh,” her words spat out in another desperate instruction through labored shallow breaths. “Harder, give it to me, harder, don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she ground out as her jaw locked tight, a muscle flickering in her cheek as her eyelids drooped over her lust-filled eyes.
Keeping her on the edge, I slapped her face gently to focus her and slowed again until she was back in control. When I saw the exhaustion in her eyes, I knew she had neared her limit. Edging was quite an elating experience and each time I had denied her release, it had made her chase it harder. It was only when I knew I had nothing left to give, I took her over the edge and watched with delight when she fell.
“Look at me,” I said, and when she didn’t, my voice grew much sterner. “Eyes open,” I ordered, grabbing her chin and making her focus on me. A sobering look of helplessness washed over her eyes briefly, before they rolled back in her head when she gave herself over to the sensation. My heart stalled for a second when I bent breathless as she lay beneath me, and I felt I’d never see a better image for the rest of my life to portray sheer ecstasy.
Apart from feeling physically sated, I felt an overwhelming wave of emotion in the aftermath of the frantic hunger we’d shared. It was a feeling of more I hadn’t wanted to feel, especially for someone like Tricia.
Watching her come was incredible. Seeing her chin tipped skyward as her head burrowed into the mattress, her jaw tensed seconds before ecstasy took over. She looked spectacular, but it was nothing in comparison to the moment when her release took over and her mouth fell slack, her full plump lips formed in a perfect silent O.
“James, James,” she chanted over and over, while her body convulsed beneath me. Bucking wildly as her body jerked in a full body orgasm felt electric. She shuddered beneath me.
Seconds after I came, my body abruptly stopped, locked up tight, my eyes rolled as my own release swept over me. In deep intense pulses I came in wave after wave of pleasure, my attention magnified on the one part of my body I had inside of her. Spilling my seed freely and without a condom heightened my satisfaction. It felt like a perfect ending to a phenomenal experience in our carnal desire for each other.
Flushed from our exertion, her smooth shiny skin glowed and glistened, evidence of the intense heat we had generated between us. It had given me a sense of satisfaction that the fire I’d stoked within her had made her look like that. Tresses of her long wavy hair were splayed beautifully, unkempt and damp from the strain of chasing her release. A bulging vein her temple marked her rapid heart rate, the last telltale sign of her heady intense release.
Due to the force of my orgasm, I felt briefly incapacitated, totally awash by the blinding lights that flashed behind my eyes when my own violent orgasm had torn through me.
Gradually, as the aftershocks subsided, I clawed my way back from my lightheaded euphoric state and slumped down breathless on top of her. My warm seed felt amazing still surrounding my cock inside her, filled, but I knew I was too heavy and no matter how reluctant I was, I slid out of her and rolled on to my back.
Drenched in sweat, I heaved air rapidly into my lungs until I heard Tricia chuckling beside me and rolled onto my side to face her.
Moving my head to look at her, I lay quietly staring at her laughing. She grinned when she looked at me and licked her parched lips. “That was …” she trailed off and shrugged, like she was lost for words to describe what we’d done. I couldn’t help her out because I had no words to describe how I felt either.
When her expression eventually turned serious, her sparkling eyes raked over my face. She looked incredible in her just fucked state. “Damn, that was worth the—” I silenced her by placing my fingertips to her lips before I realized my hand had moved.
“Shh,” I said. I needed time to bask in the glory of my release, not talk about it. My eyes ticked over her face and I wondered why she was still single. We lay, our eyes transfixed as she stared straight back at me and my heart felt full. “Since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to do that,” I admitted when I finally spoke.
Tricia’s gaze dropped to my chest for a second to two before she rolled away from me onto her back. At first, I thought she was still lost for words. I traced my fingertips over her breast, down her abdomen, and my eye was suddenly drawn to a small scar a few inches to the right of her navel. I’d noted another on the left in the same place.
“What happened here?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
The words were barely out when her body stiffened, and she turned her head away.
“Nothing … piercings … I … it was a long time ago,” she replied, sounded flustered— embarrassed perhaps—and when I saw how uncomfortable my question had made her I let my question slide. I tried to take her into my arms to cuddle her, but realized quickly I’d made another mistake when her body stiffened and she placed her hand on my chest, stopping us from getting closer.
She rolled from her back to her side, facing away from me, which confused me since we’d spent an amazing couple of hours together right before that point. I frowned, quickly retracing the moments before her rejection in my mind. Then, I got it. My heart sank in disappointment because it quickly became clear she was done with me. I immediately hated my previous feeling, that what we’d just done was a one-night stand, had looked like being correct.
“Do you want me to go?” I asked, my heart thumping in anticipation as I willed her to tell me no, and for me to be wrong in my assessment.
“Yeah, that would be best. I’m exhausted,” she muttered, adjusting her body and stretching her long limbs more comfortably on her side of the bed. Reaching down she pulled the white cotton sheet, bunched down at her feet, up to her chin and held it tightly. My heart sank at how easily she brushed me off.
I’d had many one-night stands myself, but I had never been that abrupt or callous to any woman’s feelings. Sure, there were many who had wanted more, but I’d always let them down gently, even if I had been creative in avoiding awkward conversations in the immediately aftermath of sex.
I knew where I wasn’t wanted, and although I had wanted to argue, I didn’t. Instead, I rolled in the other direction and got up off the bed. My body was still fatigued and sticky with sweat as I angrily pulled on my boxers and pants, and shrugged myself back into what was left of my torn button-down shirt. Tucking my shirt into my pants, I stared at her. It was clear I had served my purpose but I resented being discarded as nothing to her.
For a few seconds I stood holding my head, mentally tracing back in my mind where I’d left my suit jacket. The key to my pool house was in it. Once I’d visualized it on the back of my seat in the ballroom, I knew there was no way I could have gone and retrieved it with my dishevelled appearance.
Texting Hammer, I explained I was locked out. I asked him to bring me my jacket as the key was in one of the pockets. Hammer immediately texted back and told me he’d meet m
e there.
When I glanced back toward the bed, Tricia had fallen asleep like she hadn’t a care in the world, obviously exhausted as she had said she was. Regret and disappointment filled me with anger, and I knew I had to get out of there before I let her know how I felt. There had been plenty of times in my life where I’d been used, but it was the first time I’d ever felt as low as I did after sharing a bed with her.
Humiliation cut through me and I closed my eyes as the knot already present in my stomach tightened. Forcing myself to take one last glance toward her had felt like a punch at my chest again. Slipping quietly from her room, I heard the door latch snick as I stared down the landing in disbelief and shook my head. The player has been played.
Chapter Four
Two years later
“Well, this is a surprise,” my younger and only brother said, nudging me in my side.
“It is? Good!” I eyed him sideward with a smug grin on my face.
“You looked pleased with yourself… as you should. The boy did good, James. She really suits you,” he added, grinning, his eyes widening excitedly as he stood beside me and turned to follow my gaze.
Nodding slowly with a small smile, I considered his assessment of me while I watched, Juliette, my first real girlfriend since high school, weave her way through the guests gathered to celebrate Hammer moving into his first purchased home.
“You’re a dark horse, we had no idea you were bringing someone.”
“Nice to know some of us still have a modicum of privacy in this family,” I remarked dryly. It was hard to do anything without my family knowing. We were close, or we had been until my fucked-up sabbatical due to Sawyer’s ex, but fortunately we had put that behind us and my brother and I were closer for the incident.
Since then they had all wanted to know my business, so I hadn’t disclosed I was seeing someone, until I sprang my girl on them that day. I knew I’d surprise them, but no one more than I’d astonished myself with my fast-moving relationship with my new live-in girlfriend.
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