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by Lexie Davis


  “This is going to be one hell of a ride, Cupcake.” His hands slid up my thighs, gripping my ass and pulling me towards him. “You’d better hang on.”

  His entry was smooth and hard, forcing my body to take every delectable inch of him. I gasped at the fullness as he seated himself to the hilt then moaned when he pulled out, only to shove in again. The rain touched every heated inch of my flesh, heightening my arousal to self-combusting degrees. Jake knew how to take care of a woman, setting the perfect age-old rhythm that left me breathless and clawing his back for release.

  He was close, too. With his eyes closed and his lips peeled back from his teeth, he looked like a man in pain instead of one seeking pleasure. His back arched as he forced my legs wider. I watched each movement of his velvet-smooth cock, now covered with my juices, sliding into my body repeatedly. I leaned forward and kissed him for all I was worth, sucking on his tongue until the motorcycle rocked dangerously with his hard thrusts. And then I exploded.

  “Fuck, Cupcake,” he yelled pulling his mouth away from mine. “I’m going to come.” And he did, before he’d finished his sentence.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, bathing in the afterglow, finally realizing I was also shivering from the cold, wet rain. Jake wrapped his arms tightly around me, kicked his pants to one side and lifted me off the motorcycle to carry me into the house.

  I scarcely took note of my surroundings, snuggling close to Jake so that his dark, musky scent surrounded me. He didn’t pause to flip on any lights in the dark cabin as he carried me straight to the bedroom. Darkness engulfed us as I lay against silky soft sheets.

  Jake flipped on the bedside lamp then started to peel my wet dress from my body. “Sorry about your outfit. It’s a shame my brother made you go out and buy something that didn’t earn its money’s worth.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” He pulled the dress over my head with my help. “It got your attention tonight, didn’t it? I think that makes it worth it.”

  He threw the wet garment to the side and it landed on the floor with a solid slap. “So you wore this dress to impress me?”

  He began undressing himself, keeping his eyes on me as he did. Honestly, I hadn’t even wanted to be at the party, much less buy and wear a dress I’d probably never use again. I truly had no intentions of seducing Jake though something about the environment, the people, the situation—it all had led me across that room to him. If the dress impressed him, so be it.

  “No. I wore it because your brother said we had to dress in formal wear.”

  “What the hell are you doing working for my idiotic brother, Ashlyn?” He moved over me, aligning his body with mine until his knee pressed against my center. “That mother-fucker doesn’t deserve someone as good as you.”

  He moved the knee, rubbing precisely on my clit. How could he possibly want to talk at a time like this? “Your brother and my job are the last things on my mind.”

  I slid my hand between his legs, brushing lightly against his cock and, finally, stroking his balls with my fingers. He gasped, pinning me with his body and eyes as he widened his stance. I took my cue from him, running a finger along his balls and back to his cock, stopping only when I encountered wet moisture at the very tip of the bulbous head. Grinning, I spread the liquid with my finger then brought the finger to my mouth.

  He groaned, “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”

  Rolling him to his back, I moved to straddle his hips. His hands slid up my flat belly to my breasts, squeezing and kneading my flesh until I started rocking my pelvis against his cock. I’d waited all night for him to touch me this way. Now that he finally did, I was more than captivated by it.

  “Cupcake, I want in you now.” He sat up to take one rosy nipple into his mouth. “God, you’re about to grind my dick off doing your little lap dance.”

  I smiled, running my fingers through his hair and gently pushing him back against the mattress. “You’re going to have to wait. There’s stuff I want to do first.”

  Before he had time to reply, I shimmied down his body, taking his large prick into my mouth. It was on my mind to tease and please, but the moment I tasted him, I knew neither one of us would last worth a damn. Forget the sweet, slow seduction. Hot, hard sex was on the books for tonight.

  He groaned, clenching the sheets beside him as the head of his cock bumped against the back of my throat. I used one hand to fist him, while the other played with his drawn-up balls. How could this man get me so horny when, in the past, my love life had been nothing but disappointment? I’d finally decided ‘why bother?’ and given up on sex. That is, until now.

  “Ashlyn,” he moaned, fisting his hands in my hair. “Stop or I’m going to come.”

  I didn’t care if he did. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him, raw and delicious on my tongue. I wanted to swallow the very essence of him, what made him so different from all the others. I wanted this and, to prove it, I sucked at him harder, sliding his thick shaft in and out, each time bumping against the back of my throat.

  “Oh, God!”

  Before he could say anything else, hot jets of semen spurted into my mouth, drawing Jake’s body slightly off the mattress with the impact.

  I swirled my tongue around him, licking up every last drop, before planting a kiss on the flaccid tip and moving up his body. “You taste pretty damn good, Jake Taylor.”

  He gave me a weak smile, sliding his hands along my thighs. I couldn’t help wondering what would happen after we’d spent this night together, naked and alone. Would he want to see me again? Would I really want to see him? The questions popped into my mind and, I figured if I was curious enough to wonder, I might be getting into something a little deeper than I’d originally planned. Jake wasn’t boyfriend material. I couldn’t consider him as such.

  Forcing the thought from my mind, I look down at his cock as it slowly came to life again. The man needed little to no recovery time before he was up and ready to go again. I’d never been with a man with such stamina.

  “Grip the footboard.” Jake pointed with one hand then smacked my rear with a thwap. “I want you to watch me in the dresser mirror while I take you from behind.”

  The sting of his slap ignited a fire that rose from the point of impact to the very bundle of nerves between my legs, aching for release. My pussy lips tingled, my own moisture making my thighs sticky.

  I did as he said, turning to offer him my ass, sticking it proudly up in the air. At some point, during our romp in the sack, the rain had stopped outside. The air inside the cabin was breezy against my sweat-slicked skin, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

  Jake positioned himself behind me, plunging deep within my body as I watched him in the mirror. I gasped and sighed, loving how he stretched and filled me to the point where our bodies felt as one. He felt like the missing piece of the puzzle, fitting perfectly inside me.

  “You are so fucking tight, Cupcake. You squeeze my dick to the point I’m ready to come only by being inside you.” He pulled out, and we mutually groaned at the sensation.

  “Dammit, baby.” His fingers dug into my hips as he started to pick up speed and drove back in, his balls bouncing against my clit. I was so close to ecstasy, it would take only one more stroke and I’d fall over the edge and into heaven, but Jake stopped. He pulled completely out and ran a finger down the length of my spine, stopping only when he came to the crack of my ass.

  He slipped the digit lower until he pressed against my anus. “Has a man ever taken you here?”

  I was breathless and panting while he toyed with my body, heightening my desire to the point where I couldn’t think straight. I met his eyes in the mirror and his deep pools of gray shone back at me. Taking me there was something he wanted to do.

  “No.”

  He bent forward, taking each cheek in his hand and pushing them as far apart as they would go. The tip of his tongue touched the small of my back and coasted down in one smooth swipe, stopping when he reached the smal
l opening. Fire shot through my body and I whimpered as his tongue began to probe. His saliva coated the small ring and lubricated it so that his tongue could press inside.

  I screamed my pleasure into the dim room, gripping the footboard so that my knuckles turned white. His tongue danced, swirled and probed, sliding back and forth within me, building me back up to orgasm again. Then he added a finger, and I came apart.

  My arms gave out, and my body crashed to the mattress. I had no strength to block the footboard from hitting my face as I went down. Luckily, Jake caught me before I gave myself a big bruise on the cheek.

  He didn’t cuddle me. I was dimly aware of him reaching for something to the side of his bed and a few seconds later I realized it was a bottle of lube. Sweat dotted my forehead and upper lip. He mumbled something about not lasting long as he positioned his slick cock in the crevice of my ass. I braced myself, waiting for him to take me, to claim me like no other man had. And then he pressed inside me, slowly, stretching me to my limits.

  “Shit.” Jake pushed into the hilt. “Fuck.”

  He bent over me and I felt the slightest brush of his lips against my shoulder. The motion was unexpected and a bubble of excitement shot through my body. Jake pulled out and thrust back in, the moment of tenderness gone. I stared in the mirror at my lover, his body tense, the cords of his neck straining as he fought the urge to come. He held a hip in each hand thrusting repeatedly into me.

  “Make yourself come, Ashlyn.” He lifted his eyes to meet mine in the mirror. “Touch yourself and make yourself come. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

  I hesitantly did as he asked, reaching between my legs to fondle my sensitive clit. I came hard, never taking my eyes off Jake. He watched me in the mirror while our bodies gave into pleasure before he collapsed on top of me in exhaustion.

  “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice sounded strained and raspy as he kissed my forehead, a sweet gesture from one lover to another.

  “I can’t move,” I mumbled, my own throat feeling as if I grated my vocal cords with sandpaper.

  He rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. My eyes were closed and I didn’t bother opening them to see what he was doing or where he went as exhaustion took over my muscles and limbs.

  “No worries, Cupcake.” A warm wet rag touched my pussy and my eyes popped open. Jake leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Just go to sleep. We’ve both had one hell of a ride tonight.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice.

  * * * * *

  When morning came, light flooded my eyes, making the task of opening them pointless. Something wet slid along my labia, and then deep inside. I groaned, thinking I was having a wet dream, while the sweet sensations aroused my body to consciousness.

  “Ahhh,” I opened my legs wider, my brain drifting closer to consciousness.

  The warm, wet object started a rhythmic stroking along my clit, gently sucking as it stroked. I remembered the night I had spent with Jake, the sex we’d had and the orgasms that had threatened to dissolve every last brain cell left in my head. And then I opened my eyes.

  Jake knelt between my thighs, sucking on my clit, while his tongue swished back and forth. I gripped the sheets and came, arching my back off the mattress as my body gave itself over to pleasure. Sweat coated my skin. I’d never in my life had this much sex, this fast.

  When the waves subsided, he pulled back, grinning, stubble covering his chin. Funny, I hadn’t realized it was there, last night. He slid his body over mine, fusing our mouths together so that I tasted myself on his tongue.

  “Good morning, Cupcake.”

  I smiled and, being the non-morning person that I am, said, “Coffee?”

  “No.” He shook his head and grinned. “Something better.”

  Nothing was better than coffee in my book, but I let that comment slide. “What?”

  He lay on his back aligning our pelvises. “Sex. Cock. Pussy. All of the above.”

  My pussy was slick from my previous orgasm, but I still needed a little more encouragement. “I’m not a morning-sex kind of person.”

  “No?” He cocked his head to the side, sliding his gaze the length of my exposed body. “Let’s see if we can change that.”

  His hands slid ever so gradually down my back, making the tiny hairs stand to attention. He caressed my ass, continuing to my thighs, all the way to my toes. His touch was so slow, so arousing, that I couldn’t help but whimper as he massaged my instep then slid his fingers between each of my toes.

  His tongue found my breast at some point in my delirium, using only the tip to add to the heated pleasure as he flicked first one nipple then the next. I felt my pussy lips grow sticky, knowing full well that I was getting him wet, too. When he finally sucked my nipple into his mouth, I was convinced he was right. He had changed the thoughts I’d had about morning and sex.

  Right now, all I wanted was him in me. Now.

  “You’re too good, Taylor. You fuck me all night long and wake me with one hell of an orgasm only to start fucking me all over again.” I pulled his mouth away from my nipple to kiss his lips. “You must be pretty special.”

  His fingers found my moisture and dipped inside. “How could I not fuck you twenty-four-seven? You’re sweet, Cupcake. So fucking sweet I get a sugar high just looking at you.”

  The wet finger slid to my anus and then pressed inside. “Will you let me fuck you here?”

  I stilled at his question, scared of my answer. The single digit pressed in and then pulled out. I couldn’t help the moans escaping my throat. Jake could take me anyway he liked, and the arrogant man knew it.

  “Or how about I do this?” He shoved his cock inside me, while leaving his finger where it was. Slipping one in, while pulling one out, Jake had me gasping for breath. I gripped his shoulders then slid my hands to his hair, tugging until his lips met mine.

  While most guys either test your gag reflex or make you do all the moves, Jake did neither. He took as much as he gave, being one hell of a kisser in my books. I sucked on his tongue until he pulled back to nibble on my lip. His cock and finger continued in a synchronized rhythm until I was poised on the very brink of climax.

  “Do it,” I said. “Fuck my ass.”

  The tip of his head bumped my g-spot, and I gasped, nearly climaxing on the spot. I held back, though, waiting for him to switch places. He took his time, making me beg.

  “Please, Jake, do it.”

  His finger slipped free first. He moved to my hips and lifted me off his cock. “Lay back.”

  I did, and he knelt where he had once sat, lifting my legs straight in the air. He told me to stay that way while he reached in the nightstand for some lubrication and squeezed a great amount onto his fingers.

  He slid them against my anus and up inside, before spreading me wide and positioning his cock at the tiny hole. Slowly, ever so gradually, he entered me, giving me time to adjust with each small thrust inside.

  I rested my legs against him, spreading them a bit when he was situated to the hilt. He didn’t say anything, probably, like me, unable to form comprehensible words. Ever so gradually, he pulled out then plunged back in.

  “Oh, God.” I gripped the sheets, fighting against my orgasm. I wanted it to last longer than this. I wanted to make it good. “Jake, oh, Jake!”

  He slid a finger to the apex of my thighs and rubbed my clit. I gasped. My vision blurred as pleasure rocked my body and I exploded. Jake pulled his hand away and started thrusting harder and faster inside me. His face contorted as he let out a grunt and came.

  He collapsed beside me. We lay together on the pile of pillows and wrinkled black satin sheets, staring at each other. I’ve never been one for recreational sex, but I was damn glad I’d given in to Jake. Let your inhibitions go was my new motto.

  Soon we had dressed and climbed back onto his motorcycle. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his warmth in the cool, morning air. One night stands weren’t meant
to involve feelings, but I definitely loved the way Jake made me feel.

  It wasn’t long before we were back at the convention center. My car sat alone in the far corner of the parking lot with not a soul in sight. Jake pulled up next to it and killed the engine. I supposed this would be our goodbye.

  I released him, and he climbed off the Harley then stuck out a hand to help me down. I would miss those hands on my body, I realized, squeezing a little harder than necessary. He walked me to the driver’s side door, releasing my hand only to rub my back with a gentle caress.

  For some strange reason, I wanted him to kiss me. To tell me this was more than one night, and that he’d like to see me again. That we could have sex again anytime I wanted. It was totally hedonistic, I suppose, but I felt it.

  “So I guess this is it?” I said, breaking the ice. “Where we part ways and pretend this never happened?”

  He stopped, one hand poised on my back, while the other stroked my cheeks with his knuckles. “I guess so, Cupcake.”

  He bent to kiss me, sliding his tongue between my parted lips. The heat from his mouth warmed me to my core, reminding me all over again that I wouldn’t have this mouth on me again, that I wouldn’t feel his tongue, feel his taste.

  I kissed him until he pulled away. I opened my eyes to see two gray pools with endless depths shining back at me. I looked away hesitantly, hoping he didn’t read the emotions on my face. I didn’t want this to end, not really, not after the night we’d shared. I knew then that I wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl.

  “I won’t ever forget this time with you, Cupcake.” He kissed me again, short and sweet. “Ever.”

  I smiled and he backed away to remount his bike. For some reason, I believed him. Steamy-hot sex had happened only once in my life and I was bound to never forget it. I’d never forget him.

  Chapter Three

  Present day

  “So, Ashlyn, you ready to go to the party?” Karolyn poked her head around the corner of the employee bathroom just as I touched up my makeup.

 

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