by Alexa Riley
I start to get uneasy.
“Don’t you want to do that with me anymore?” Maybe he changed his mind. Elle does that all the time. One date and maybe a kiss on the cheek and the guy is left on the other side of the door. It got so bad she just stopped dating altogether. Maybe he was one orgasm and done.
Then it hits me. He saw my sister. I wasn’t even paying attention. Most men lose it when they see my sister. I was so caught up in my orgasm haze and making sure I was moving in with him, I didn’t even pay attention to his reaction.
“Do you want my sister now?” I blurt out. This is the first time I wish I could pull the words back because I’m not sure I want the answer.
“My cock is still fucking rock hard from when you dry humped me, and I feel like I might explode if I don’t get the taste of you back in my mouth. I feel like a goddamn junkie needing a fix.”
I throw myself at him, and he drops everything in his hands to catch me. I go straight for his mouth, latching myself to him, wanting to give him what we both need.
This time I push my tongue into his mouth, going at him like he went at me in my condo. I want a replay of before. He said he needed another taste, and I’m more than willing to give him one, but he pulls back entirely too quickly.
“You said you’ve never had sex,” he says, studying my face.
“I haven’t.” I run a finger down the scar on his face before I lean in and lick it. His body goes completely still.
“I don’t know why I did that,” I confess. “I keep thinking about the other ones you might have. Wanting to do that to them, too.” This pull I feel to him is crazy. I can’t seem to think about anything else. Gone is the workload I need to get done, the files and dates long gone and forgotten. My mind isn’t seeing reason anymore. Just want. This has to be just like Frodo felt with that ring. Drake is all I can think about now, all that seems to matter.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” His words sound pained.
“Isn’t it your job to keep people alive?”
He takes a deep breath, then pulls me from him. My feet find themselves back on solid ground, having been wrapped around his waist only moments ago.
“Yeah, that’s the problem. I can’t seem to pay attention to what’s happening around me when you touch me and say the shit you do.”
“Is that abnormal for you?”
“Fuck yes.”
“I seem to be having the same problem.” My shoulders drop. “Maybe your friend was right. It might be best if someone else guards me.”
His hand comes under my chin, making me look up at him.
“I should. I really fucking should. I’m being selfish doing it on my own, but I can’t. I want you here.”
“I want to be here, too.”
He releases a breath and nods. “I need to look into some more stuff about who’s stalking you. If you can stay here in my home, I’ll know you’re safe. I just need to get my head on straight. I’ll show you to the room and I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Which room?” I press, biting my lip as I try not to smile.
He groans and runs a hand over his face.
“My room.”
“Isn’t it ours if I live here now?” I say simply.
“How come the things that come out of your mouth, the things that should have me running the other way, just get me fucking harder?” He reaches down and adjusts himself, and my eyes go to his cock. The same cock that I want to rub up against like in my apartment.
I ignore his question because I don’t get what he means.
“Can we do that thing again before you go?”
“How are you a virgin with a mouth like yours?”
“Because I haven’t ever asked someone to make me orgasm before?” I try to run through my mind, thinking if there was ever anyone that I would have wanted to have intercourse with but I just hadn’t asked.
“What are you thinking about? I see your mind working.” His hand comes to the middle of my brow, and he rubs me there, like he’s trying to push the wrinkles out. Elle always says I scowl when I’m thinking really hard.
“I’m trying to think if there’s someone else I could have had sex with.”
Instantly I’m off the ground and over his shoulder.
“Jesus, Hulk.”
Before I can get my bearings, I’m flat on a bed with one very angry-looking man looming over me.
6
Drake
I move between her legs and look down at her surprised smile.
“I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. I don’t even want those ideas to cross your mind.” Leaning in, I gently graze my teeth across her neck, feeling her pulse on my tongue. “I’m selfish. I want all of you, even your thoughts.”
“Oh, that feels good. And don’t worry. You’re the only one I came up with when I thought about it.”
I can’t help but smile against her skin. The way she talks makes me feel like I can be completely open and honest with her. Like there’s nothing she wouldn’t want me to tell her, or her to tell me.
“Good.”
I move between her thighs a little more, pressing some of my weight down onto her. My hard cock rubs against her heat, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Are you going to give me an orgasm now?”
I kiss up her neck and lick the shell of her ear, whispering, “Yes.”
I pull back from her and reach down to unbutton her jeans, slowly pulling them down her hips. When Zoey reaches for her panties, I gently lay my hands on top of hers and look into her eyes. I shake my head slightly, letting her know to stop.
“Let’s keep these on right now, cupcake. I’m only so strong.”
She smiles up at me, her rich brown hair spread out across my pillow, and shrugs her shoulder. “You’re the boss. Just so long as I get my orgasm.”
I close my eyes, thinking about how much I want to sink inside her, but I clench my jaw and keep my restraint. Not yet. Just some petting, and that’s it for now. I’ve got to keep my head on straight, and I know once I get inside her, there won’t be any stopping me.
Once I’ve got her jeans off, I look down and see she’s wearing just a T-shirt with a pair of pink cotton panties. My eyes zone in on her underwear, and I see a small wet spot. It’s either from earlier or from now, but either way I lick my lips, wanting to taste it.
Reaching down to my own jeans, I unbutton the top button and unzip them. Pulling back the flaps, I expose my boxer briefs, straining from the massive erection behind them. I’m so fucking hard that this will probably be over in seconds. The tease from before nearly made me cum all over myself.
I know if I put my mouth on her pussy, I’ll need to fuck her, so instead I lean forward, pressing our bodies together with only our underwear separating us. Our heat connects, and it’s like lightning through my body. Her warm, wet panties brand the hard ridge of my cock.
I hump against her slowly, mimicking how I want to thrust into her. Her moans start to fill the room, and I look up to see her eyes closed and a big smile on her lips. Her arms are up grabbing the headboard as I pretend to fuck her.
Looking down to where I’m moving against her, I see the tip of my cock peek out of the waistband of my boxer briefs on every upstroke. He wants to come out and rub on her, skin to skin, but it’s too risky. If I get my cock out, I’ll want to push into her, even if she still has her panties on. Then I’ll want to move them to the side and have her pussy kiss the tip. Then it won’t be enough. I’ll want all ten inches buried deep in her sweetness, and I need to hold back on that. I need to just do this and make this be enough.
With every thrust up, I feel her pussy dampen her panties further, and her moans get louder. I see the tip of my cock peek out again, and this time a thick drop of cum comes out and lands on her lower belly. I look at the sticky pearl there on her body, and suddenly I see her finger come down to touch it.
I follow her hand as she wipes it up and then brings her fin
“That tastes nice. Maybe sometimes you could let me lick you there.”
“Okay,” is all I’m able to grunt out. I thrust hard against her pussy, feeling aggressive in my need for her.
I move my hips a bit lower so that when I thrust up, the tip of my cock bumps against her panty-covered clit. A couple of strokes leave a little white spot there from my cum. Every time my tip bumps her there, she moans louder. I can’t help but try to give her what she wants, so I hold my uncovered tip on her clit and just softly pulse against it.
“More,” she moans, closing her eyes and gripping the headboard.
I know where this will lead. I know what will happen if I give her more of what she’s asking for. But I’m weak when it comes to her, and I give her more.
My fingers are shaky as I gently pull her panties to the side, exposing her bare pussy to me. She’s got only a small amount of hair on her; it looks nearly naked. Her lips are puffy and soaked with need, and her clit is hard and begging for attention.
I press my tip to her clit, warmth and wetness welcoming it. It’s all I can do to keep from clenching my eyes closed from the pleasure. I don’t want to miss a second of it.
Rubbing my tip back and forth across her clit, Zoey moans louder as I leave small traces of cum on her. Her hips start to rise, like she’s inviting me inside her, and I go stone still. I can’t go inside her, not yet. But her pussy is moving up and down, and she’s trying to take me inside her.
“Fuck, Zoey.”
“I think that would be nice.” She moans and moves her hips up again, trying to make me penetrate her.
Taking my thumb to her clit, I rub her there a little and bring my thumb to my mouth. I need a little taste of her to help me keep my strength.
Her flavor hits my mouth, and I swear I feel a groan come out. It’s too much, but it’s not enough. I’ve got to get her off so I can cum and try to ease the beast I feel inside me.
Grabbing my cock, I go back to rubbing the tip of my cock on her clit. “Just like this, Zoey. Cum for me like this, cupcake.”
I hold her hips down with my free hand, keeping her from trying to take my cock inside her. She wants more, but right now I’m only giving her what she needs.
I feel her pussy start to pulse as her back bows off the bed. She shouts my name, and the sound of it is enough to set me off.
“Drake!”
I watch as her body tenses and rides out the waves of her orgasm, and I cum all over her sweet little pussy. Thick jets of cum splash onto her clit, and I watch as I mark her. I move down a little, pressing the tip of my cock to her virgin opening, and release a little of my cum there, too. I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I feel like I have to shoot some in there, too. I want all of her to belong to me, even if I haven’t fully taken her yet.
When the last of my cum has left my body, I grab Zoey by the waist and roll her over on top of me before I collapse all of my weight onto her.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. My orgasm rocked me hard.
Suddenly, I feel Zoey sit up, and I open my eyes to see the biggest smile shining down at me.
“That was incredible. Now this time, I think I want to be on top so I can do what I want.”
My still-hard cock pulses at the idea, but I shake my head as I smile back at her. “I’m beginning to think you only want me for one thing, Zoey.”
She looks like she’s contemplating something, and I try to shake her off her train of thought before she can tell me that maybe sex is the only reason she’s interested in me.
“Let me show you my culinary expertise while we go over the stalker information. Deal?”
She leans down, gives me a quick kiss, and hops off my body. “Deal,” she says, and she covers her cum-covered pussy back up with her panties and slides her jeans back on.
Why does the thought of me coating her make me impossibly hard all over again?
7
Zoey
I watch him as he moves about the kitchen while I sit at the breakfast bar. His shirt is off, and I can see the ridges and lines of his muscles as he moves around. For such a big guy, he moves almost with a silent grace. I wonder if that has to do with his job. Something he was trained to do.
I’ve never been so fascinated with a man in my life, and the more I seem to learn about him, the worse it becomes. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him, memorizing every mark on his body. At first I was intrigued by the scars that littered his body, but now my eyes linger on the tattoos that run up and cover every inch of both his arms.
“Do you like pain?” The question pops out of my mouth.
He turns to look at me, his back muscles flexing once again. I wonder how much he has to work out to keep those things. I bet a lot. I know he can lift me like I weigh nothing at all.
“I wouldn’t say I liked it. Why?”
“I don’t know. Just all the tattoos and scars. Seems like you have lot of pain going on.”
His head cocks to the side, a half-smile pulling at his mouth. At this angle I can see a dimple in his cheek, one I hadn’t noticed before. Maybe because of his light facial hair, but I see it now.
“Scars kind of come with the job, and the tattoos kind of do, too.”
“You have to get tattoos to be a bodyguard?” Maybe this is some kind of ritual they do. Like when my sister was a cheerleader and she wore ribbons in her hair and painted crap on her face. I didn’t get it, but they all did it. It looked pretty stupid, but the tats don’t look stupid on Drake.
He lets out a bark of laughter as he goes back to chopping up an onion.
“No, cupcake. It’s not required. It just something the guys and I liked to do. I haven’t gotten a new one in a long time.”
“Do you want more?”
“Hadn’t really thought about it. I think the last time I got one, I was with SWAT.”
“You should get one with color.”
He sets the knife down and runs a hand up his other arm, looking down at his tattoos.
“You don’t like all the black?” he asks like he really cares. Elle hasn’t asked me anything about fashion or what looks good in forever. I have absolutely no fashion sense, and mostly I just don’t care. I just throw stuff on.
“Thought it might look nice.” Everything about him seems dark and big. Almost scary. I really noticed it when I was studying him moving in the kitchen. He’s right. I should have been scared when I walked into my apartment and he was just standing there. He’s built like a freaking giant. His dark eyes and dark hair feed into the deadly edge. I’m sure he could just snap someone in half if he needed to. The tattoos and scars only add to his whole “I could snap you in half or go Hulk smash on you” mystique.
But when I first saw him, I knew something about him just felt right. I felt a pull to him like nothing I’ve ever known before. Heck, I am doing things with him I’ve never even thought about doing with anyone before.
“And what would you suggest?” he asks, like he’d actually do whatever it is I’d suggest.
“A cupcake?” I half-joke, thinking he’d never do that. “It could go right next to that skull.”
Drake throws back his head and laughs. It rocks his body and makes me smile. I seem to even like him doing that, too. Everything he does gets me worked up. It makes me want to be wrapped around him again.
“I’m glad I’m moving in. I think I’ll keep you. We seem to work better than I do with most people,” I confirm. Yes. That seems logical. I could watch him all the time. Though I’m not sure how much work I’ll get done. When I sat down at the breakfast bar, I’d intended to work on my laptop a little. I have a project that I need to get wrapped up—a big one—but my eyes couldn’t seem to leave him.
“You keep saying ‘move in here’ like it’s permanent. Is that what you’re meaning, or am I not understanding you?”
“Is that not…” I pause, trying to think back to what he said. Something about staying with him and I’d be safe. He’d be my bodyguard while he found out who was stalking me. I drop my eyes away from him, feeling embarrassed. It’s a feeling I’m not used to. “You just meant until you find out who’s stalking me.”
I can’t bring myself to look up at him. Is this what all those guys feel like when Elle tells them to hit the road? I suddenly feel bad for them.
I sense him before he even touches me, standing by my side. Then he cups my face in his hand, making me look up at him. Even with me sitting in the high-top chair, he’s still ridiculously taller than me. He bends down a little, bringing our faces closer.
“You can stay here as long as you like.” He moves in a little closer. “I work better with you than I do with most people, too.”
“Really?” I wiggle forward a little bit, wanting to be closer to him. My ass is practically hanging off the chair.
In one movement, he picks me up, takes my seat, and puts me onto his lap. My body straddles his thick thighs, and I settle against him perfectly.
“Yeah, really.” He uses one hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. “When your sister came to me about you and I saw your picture, I knew I’d be the one to take your case personally. I don’t do personal bodyguarding anymore. I have men for that.”
“Did you see a picture of my sister, too?” I ask, wanting to know. If Elle were here, she would have given me one of her elbow nudges to let me know it was a question I shouldn’t be asking. Nine times out of ten, I know when I’m saying something I shouldn’t. I’m not stupid, but subtlety just isn’t a skill I could ever get myself to pick up. If I had a question, I asked it or found a way to get the answer.
“I saw hers first.”
“And?” I nudge.
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