by TJ Michaels
Drew’s scent wafted to her on the breeze, and it was all him. No funky cologne, no froo froo fragrance. Just Drew. Manly, musky and just-a-bit spicy Drew.
“Well, good night,” she muttered with her face practically wedged against the door jamb.
“Sydni?” he said softly. “Turn around, beautiful.”
No way! If she faced him right now, she’d lose all her good sense and invite him inside to bump uglies all night. She’d never had sex on a first date. And hell, if she really thought about it, she’d hardly had what she’d call sex after entering a relationship, either.
Drew’s hard body pressed in behind her. Strong hands eased up and down the goose flesh on her arms, skillfully kneading the muscles of her biceps and shoulders. Warm and sure, yet gentle.
“Sydni, look at me,” he insisted, turning her with a gentle nudge.
Taking her chin firmly in hand Drew moved in for a kiss so soul stirring and deep it reached clear to the tips of her freshly pedicured toes and made them curl against the inside of her kitten heeled sandals. Moving his mouth over hers, the man plundered, took, pushed passed the natural barrier of her lips and tangled his tongue with hers. There was no gentle coaxing, nothing of what she expected. This was a claiming of territory, a branding of the senses. It was impossible not to respond.
No man had ever jumped in with both feet like Drew. Had ever kissed the wind out of her sails as if he had a right to her. And damn, it was sexy.
Next thing she knew, her fingers were busy wrinkling the front of his sweater as she tipped her head back to give him better access to that spot near her shoulder that made her squirm. The second her head tilted, he bit down.
“Aaah. God,” she sighed. So he did it again. And again.
The pouty lips of her sex ached, plump and swollen with need. And Sydni’s favorite underwear were certainly good for nothing now, given how the wet fabric was plastered against the flesh of her trimmed pussy.
Drew’s biceps and forearms flexed like steel rope coiled underneath his skin as one arm held Sydni tight and the other eased down her body to play along her ribs. His breathy groan brought her back to reality long enough to realize they were standing on her porch underneath a bright-as-hell light triggered by motion detectors. And there was definitely enough motion between them to make the stupid thing come on.
Sydni opened her eyes, squinted against the brightness and took a step back. He followed. Another step had her ass plastered against the front door while gorgeously sculpted pecs smashed across her front. They both had pebble hard nipples, only his were accompanied by a broad expanse of chest. Dayum!
“Are you going to invite me in?” he crooned. Before Sydni could answer Drew was on her again. This time a series of gentle brushes beneath the swell of a breast had Sydni practically gasping. Another touch just below her puckered sensitive areola, followed by a controlled pinch sent her into a tailspin of lust.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about what she’d gotten herself into. Tonight, she was going to get a much needed fuck. Glad I’m on the Pill. The thought just popped into her head all on it’s on. Well, actually Drew’s proximity to her person no doubt helped it along, but that wasn’t the point. Besides, she was only on the Pill to keep her periods light and on schedule…not that she really kept up with the things since she had no prospects. Wait, that wasn’t true anymore, was it? She had a big, dark haired determined prospect standing right in front of her.
Not bothering to answer Drew’s question, Sydni opened the door, grabbed him by the hand and shut it firmly behind her. The high heels went flying as she kicked them off in the foyer. Drew took a quick look around the tiled foyer and the open French doors of her office off to the left. The open floor plan allowed him to see past the wide entry way where two sets of curved stair cases led upstairs. Past the stairs was a sunken family room with a formal dining room off to one side and a gourmet kitchen, complete with granite and stainless steel everything, off to the other.
Sydni liked being able to see the entire expanse of the huge first floor. Then Drew gave her another reason to appreciate the lack of dividing walls. He dropped his jacket at the door, followed by his belt and pants. His shirt and underwear left a trail across the hardwood floors on his way to the family room. Once there, the man flopped his naked ass down on her chaise lounge, and held his hand out to her with an expectant come-hither half-grin across his lips. One foot planted on the floor gave an excellent view of a stiff, fat cock that reached for her in more ways than one.
Breath stuck in the lungs of an amazed Sydni who stood rooted to the spot at the front door, not missing one little bit of the view. My god, Drew was more delicious than she’d believed. He was all perfected, sun kissed gold. A dusting of hair on his chest was as dark as the hair on his head. The build of his thighs said he did lots of squats, and the individual muscles of his quads were visible without him even having to flex them.
Sydni looked down at the pile of clothes he’d discarded at her bare feet. A sports cup lay on top of his boxers a few feet away. And now she knew what he’d hidden behind that bit of plastic—a cock so mouthwatering and thickly veined she found herself licking her lips. It was wide, but not overly long and would surely stretch her deliciously. It pulsed with life, a true golden rod so engorged the fat head was a mottled purple, like a ripening plum. Sydni wondered what he tasted like.
“Keep looking at me like that, Sydni, and you won’t make it in here to the couch,” he growled, obviously trying to give her the opportunity to undress herself at her own pace. Then again, maybe she didn’t want to undress herself at all.
Teeth worried her lower lip as her eyes continued to rake up and down Drew’s lovely body as he sat half-reclined in the family room. Sydni leaned back against the front door, eased her skirt up around her waist and proceeded to surprise herself. Easing the scrap of useless underwear to the side, her fingers pressed into the heated flesh of her pussy. Her gaze never left Drew’s. Sydni had never touched herself in front of a man. Hell, that was their job, right?
Well, not tonight. Tonight she felt sensual, sexy and completely uninhibited. Her head thunked against the door as her fingers smeared over her throbbing clit as she watched Drew’s glorious cock bob uncontrollably.
One second she was imagining the slide of that piece of pleasure against her soaked core. The next second Drew was up off the couch, his long legs eating up the distance between them, cock waving all the while. In the foyer he swung her into his arms and took off running. And he was right—she never made it to the couch.
Allowing Sydni to undress herself had been his way of backing off a bit, giving her the space to come to him freely, or say no if she felt the need.
The second her fingers disappeared in her pussy, Drew’s resolve snapped like a dry twig in winter. His heart rate kicked up and the rod of his cock, which was solidly erect before, became downright painful. When she pulled her fingers out before plunging them back inside what he knew was going to be honeyed heaven, a groan ripped its way past his throat at the slick essence all over her hand. More than ready for him. And he needed inside more than he needed air to breathe.
The office was the perfect spot. Not to mention, the closest.
He set Sydni on the edge of her desk and eyeballed the drenched fingers now disappearing into her mouth. Drew watched her luscious lips wrap around them, shuddered at the murmured appreciation of her own taste echoing in the air.
Suddenly, she was a siren. Her beautiful brown eyes bored into his gray ones as she spread her legs wide. Her tongue left a wet trail over her top lip while full round hips rolled with bold invitation. Other than the most primal and basest impulses, Drew’s brain and common sense shut down. He was all instinct, passion and lust.
God, the woman had him so turned around he’d be searching for the slightest glimpse of her with a flashlight in the daytime.
Stepping close Drew’s head fell back on his shoulders when the head of his cock brushed up
against her soaked heat. Then ground his stiff cock against her mound. Mmm, that felt good.
“First date. No real sex,” she sighed brokenly. A sexy little shiver slithered up her body.
“Not our first date,” he murmured. “Third one.”
“Details, details. The lawyer in you is showing,” she gasped. And he was right if lunch counted as dates number one and two. There was no doubt she wanted him, but couldn’t quite move past the cooling apprehension slithering around at the base of her belly. Sure she could put a hurtin’ on a man, make him beg for more. But it had been so long, a Drew was so young. What if she couldn’t keep up, didn’t please him? And worse, what if he actually had no “skillz” and didn’t please her?
Sinking to his knees, Drew took the reins out of her control. A hand landed in the middle of her chest and gently pushed until Sydni’s back met the cool wood desk.
“Let me taste you. God, Syd, you’re so fucking sexy, and so luscious I just want to go diving. Right here,” he growled, sinking a single finger into her soaked heat.
An agile tongue flicked across her clit with alternating licks along her slit and an occasional dip into her hole. Wet warmth passed over the puckered entrance of her ass and sent her back bowing up off the desk with the pleasure. God, the man was everywhere.
Legs pushed apart as far as they would go, Drew proceeded to lick, suck and nibble her into orgasm number one. Every moan and growl originated from her clit and zoomed clear to her scalp, making her curly hair even curlier while she humped his face like a woman riding a bucking bronco. And boy was she ever rewarded for her troubles.
When home alone, Sydni always switched off her toy of the moment after orgasm number one and slipped into a coma-like sleep. But Drew pushed her past what she’d always believed was her limit. He lapped and tongued her headlong into another orgasm that had her stomach muscles clenching wildly and her thighs fighting to press together though a wide set of shoulders aided his strong arms in keeping them spread wide.
Oh god, she simply couldn’t take anymore. Sitting up to push against his head she pried him away from her soaked pussy and scooted off the desk.
“Enough.” Hell, anymore and she’d become a total addict, complete with slobbering stupor and all. “My turn,” she declared, then pushed him back and off before tumbling them to the carpet. Sydni raised a single black brow and flashed an impish grin then delivered a round of decadent kisses down his torso.
“Ah, a take charge woman, eh? Don’t get used to it, baby.”
Drew wasn’t usually the type to be dominated during sex. If anything, it was the exact opposite. But he’d let her get away with it. This time.
And when her warm mouth slammed down over his throbbing cock, Drew’s back spasmed up off the thick carpet in tandem with a loud yell. My god! The woman gave him no warning. No preliminary, tentative or coy licks. No, she simply swallowed him in one big gulp and took him clear to the back of her throat.
A fingertip tapped gently as the spot just behind his balls as her mouth gobbled him down…and up, and down. And up.
“Shit! My god, woman, you’re an expert,” he gasped.
“Mmm hmm,” she crooned. Drew heard the smile in her voice.
Sydni sucked him like he was her favorite pastime. Her favorite dessert. Her favorite everything. Easy suction accompanied the swirl of warm wet tongue over his flesh. She took a pass over the engorged head, then another that sent a bolt of energy flashing through his hard length and clear to his sac. That last nibble was accompanied with just a little bit of friction from her sharp teeth followed by a hard suck. Her tongue did wonders over the head of his cock. And the traitorous thing gave only a split second of warning before it exploded with jet after jet of sticky cum right down her throat.
Not a single drop escaped her voracious licking. Wow.
But he should have been mortified. An orgasm hadn’t succeeded in escaping his control since his college days. Yet this sweet morsel of a woman had managed to strip him. And damn if he cared, especially since Sydni was, and would remain, the only woman who had this kind of power over him. He would see to it.
She raised her head after one final lick. “Mmm, you taste so sweet. How?”
Drew flipped them over until he was on top, then kissed the tip of Sydni’s nose while his hands explored her lovely body. He grinned down at her, never letting up on the pressure he forced on her sensitive nipples. One hand drifted lower to tickle the crease at her groin. “Pineapple juice,” he whispered against her ear as his teeth played with her earring.
“Pine…oh, god,” the words faded as her voice gave way to a deep moan when his fingers slid deep.
“I’d hoped to find myself in this position, literally. So I drank a lot of pineapple juice the last couple of days. Wanted my cum nice and sweet, just for you.”
Drew’s recovery time was about fifteen minutes. So he’d just have to keep her busy until then. And there was nothing like teasing and suckling Bing cherry nipples. Sydni’s moans and urgent movement soon made his cock stir to life against his groin. The weeping head sat up and looked around for a succulent pussy to occupy.
And Sydni’s sex was just as fragrant and enticing as the fruit he’d eaten for the past couple of days. Juicy and cocoa-pink he couldn’t wait to sink himself into her creaming channel.
“Bedroom. Quick,” she gasped with need.
Drew picked her up, glad when she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he flew toward the stairs.
The carpet was thick and soft under his bare feet as he navigated the left staircase. Gritting his teeth against the delicious friction of his cock against the dewy lips of her cunt, he headed in the direction Sydni indicated between her sweet moans and gasps.
The woman had style. Everything up here was done in tans, golds, winter white and rich burgundy. But damn he wished her house was just a bit smaller so he could get her to a bed faster. The feel of her warm skin sliding against his almost made him stop at the nearest wall and pushing her up against it to take her hard and fast.
“Last door on the left. Oh god, hurry!”
Once in her bedroom, Drew didn’t bother to look around. All he wanted was the bed with Syndi spread over it.
“Nightstand drawer,” she gasped with a wild roll of her hips. “Condom.”
He reached over, slid open the drawer and blindly groped for a little foil packet, handed it to Sydni as he sank back on his knees between her thighs.
She sat up with her legs draped over his thighs and snatched the condom out of his fingers. The woman was quick, flexible and agile. Perfect combination for hot jungle sex. Damn. All it did was make him hotter.
“Sydni, I want inside of you, baby. I’ve never had unprotected sex with a woman. My last trip to the doctor was thankfully uneventful and I haven’t been with anyone since then.”
Panting, still struggling with the stupid condom, she asked, “How long?”
“A year.”
Her expression said, “Yeah right,” but her lips simply trembled as he fingered her clit. Sydni rolled the condom over his thick stalk. It broke.
Drew grabbed another little packet. Her hand shook as she tried to open it and slide it over his girth. He winced—it was just too small. He grimaced at the pain of the thing squeezing his cock like a rubber band wrapped too tight over a finger. Finally, the damn rubber ripped.
“Syd, I’m clean but I have more condoms in my wallet.” Ones that fit, he thought as one hand worked her breasts and the other sank two fingers deep into her quivering sex. “I can go downstairs and get one.”
She gathered up the ruined condoms and tossed them into the air yelling desperately, “Oh god, just fuck me already! Please.”
First date, or second date…hell, some rules were made to be broken.
Fingers dug into Drew’s biceps as he eased inside, pulled back, then pushed in a bit more. Breath forced itself from her lungs in wrenching gasps. Such pleasure. Such mind numbing, nerve tingling
pleasure.
Scalding delicious thickness stretched her to just below the burning point. Sydni’s pussy made it clear with a singe-tingle twinge that it had never taken anything quite so thick, but wanted more of it anyway.
And then he was seated. A lover’s kiss, so tender and sweet bombarded her senses with the taste, the smell of him. Mmm, her own scent was mixed in from when he’d gone down on her. Then his large hand landed on her hip with a smack. She yelped, then yelled as the man began to plow her pussy like a specially designed snow plow blowing everything out of its way leaving the smooth evidence of its passing for days to come. Ass muscles bunched as Drew worked his length in and out of her body. A deep exhale and an oh-so-manly grunt accompanied each full thrust. Her thighs trembled and burned as he fucked her deep, then deeper still. And all she could think was, “More”.
And for goodness sake, he accommodated her until she exploded again. Three orgasms in one go-round? It was unheard of. Impossible. Sigh…fucking wonderful.
A couple of hours later, Drew awoke with the hard-on from hell. Well, no wonder—his groin was pressed into the perfect crease of Sydni’s sweet and wonderfully bare ass. Unable to resist, he dipped his head and nibbled the soft skin on the back of her neck until she squirmed.
Stretching with a sigh and a lopsided grin, the woman rolled over and looked up at him with the most satisfied expression. God, would he love to see her rouse from sleep with this same look on her face every morning.
He’d admired Sydni from a distance, simply taken aback by her no matter where he spotted her—like at the function to celebrate Charli’s making the national honor society while in law school her second year. Then Charli’s graduation. Charli’s launch of her new career as clothes diva extraordinaire to the stars. Everything had been about Charli. Even Charli was tired of being the center of Sydni’s attention. Well, guilty was more like it. Sydni’s sister wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and believed there was no time like the present considering how long Syd had taken care of everything and everyone else.