The Standby

by K. A Knight

  I want to know what it feels like to be touched by this man, consumed, owned, and wrecked in pleasure.

  His hand is still wrapped in my hair, tugging on the long locks, the mix of pain and pleasure making me wild. His other hand traces down my back and rests on my ass, gripping it, kneading it with those talented fingers.

  Fuck control.

  Fumbling with his shirt, I tear at the buttons until I can feel his bare chest under my hands, smooth with just a patch of coarse hair and so fucking ripped, it takes my breath away. Trailing my hands down his muscles, I tweak one of his nipples, making him groan and jerk against me. Ripping my mouth away to suck in air, I peer into his half-lidded eyes to see him watching me, his lips bruised from our kiss, his shirt torn open, spilling out golden skin. He looks like a Greek god, all muscle and perfection. He makes me feel powerful, so powerful and beautiful with the way he watches me.

  “Music,” he calls, startling me, and then pumping rock comes out through the room. I look around before he drags my attention back to him by gripping both of my ass cheeks and lifting me, dropping me over his lap until I straddle him.

  Breathless, I grip on to his shoulders as his hands grab the bottom of my jumper and then he stills, his eyes searching mine, checking that I’m sure. Done with talking, I decide to assure him a different way. I lean down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, rolling it around. I can feel his hard length pressed against me through his trousers, straining at his zipper. Fuck, he’s big. Groaning, I pop his nipple free and blow my breath over it, making him shudder against me again.

  “Fuck, Ry,” he growls, his hands grabbing the sweater again and yanking it off until I’m just in my bra and trousers.

  He greedily eats up my skin with his eyes, focusing on my heaving chest through the pink, lacy bra where my breasts are almost spilling out. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers huskily.

  “Why don’t you put that smart mouth to work?” I tease, and clasp his hair, messing up the perfect style so he’s as wild as me. He grins as he leans forward, using his teeth to pull down the right cup of my bra, exposing my breast to the cool air. My nipple puckers as I shiver on top of him.

  He traces his lips around it with open-mouthed kisses before trailing his tongue along the same path, not touching me where I need him to. Using his hair, I tug him closer and he chuckles, his breath wafting over my aching nipple.

  “Logan,” I snap, my voice breathy and whiney.

  He stops teasing me and draws it into his mouth, curling his tongue around my nipple before sucking. A direct line arcs from it to my pussy and I moan, my head falling back and my eyes closing. He licks, nips, and bites it before popping it free from his mouth and yanking down my other cup, giving my opposite nipple the same treatment.

  Wiggling closer, I rock against his hard bulge, making us both groan. He moves his head away and tears off my bra, tossing it aside until I’m straddling his lap in just jeans.

  “Shirt off,” I demand.

  He leans back, pulls it free from his trousers, and tosses it away, leaving his wide, muscular chest on display. An eight pack with that delicious looking V leading straight to his pants. His stomach ripples as I watch him lean towards me again, his hands seeking me out like he can’t bear not to touch me. The song changes to something smooth and sexual, and I feel my heart rate increase, my chest pulsing in time.

  “Pants,” he orders, throwing it back at me. So I slip from his lap and steady myself on shaky legs, flicking open the button on my jeans as he stares. His legs are parted, his hair wild and chest on display, and it makes me feel sexy as hell, so I slow it down as I peel the jeans off my thighs, bending forward as I slip out of them and step aside until I’m just in a pair of lacy matching pants.

  “Now those,” he commands, his voice rough, making me shiver from the order.

  Grinning, I hook my fingers in the lace. “What about yours?” I question, and his eyes flash and he’s on his feet before I can suck in a breath. He tilts his head down, meeting my eyes as his fingers cover mine and yank my panties down until they pool at my feet.

  “I want to see you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine for an instant, before he steps back and runs his gaze down my body, leaving fire wherever those bright orbs touch until I’m a shivering, wet, naked mess before him.

  “Fair is fair, I want to see you,” I tell him, and he smirks.

  “Whatever you say, Stripes,” he teases, and flicks open his button before pulling down the zip, the noise loud even over the music. He pushes them down slowly, revealing golden skin.

  He’s commando.

  It’s my first thought, then the second is holy mother of dicks. I can’t pull my eyes away. Not only is he pierced, he’s massive. Definitely the biggest I’ve seen, and my pussy clenches, demanding we fuck him. Yeah, I’m all aboard that plan, because I’m betting it’s going to be amazing.

  He grabs me, obviously tired of waiting. All signs of cockiness are gone, and just pure need is reflected back at me in his eyes. He pulls me up his body and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips meet again desperately as I claw at his shoulders, his cock pressing to my wet center as he stumbles around the sofa, but he obviously decides he can’t wait until we get to the bedroom and slams me up against the lounge wall instead.

  My back hits the hard surface, forcing a grunt from me which he captures and swallows as he holds me there with one hand, the other tweaking my nipple again before tracing down my side to my parted legs.

  He cups my pussy hard, and I rub myself shamelessly against him, loving the friction, but it’s not enough, so I bite down on his lip, making him grunt.

  “More,” I order.

  “So demanding for such a little thing,” he teases, running his lips across my cheek to my throat before licking and sucking at the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.

  At the same time, he strokes my pussy with his long fingers, teasing my lips with caresses until I’m groaning and pushing against him, desperate to feel him inside me, my clit begging for attention.

  He carries on kissing down my shoulder and over my chest before holding me there with his arm across my stomach as he drops to his knees between my legs, and meets my gaze with a confident smile on his face. Groaning, I wrap my legs over his shoulders to get comfy as he settles there.

  “I’ve been dying to know if you taste as good as you look since the moment I met you,” he murmurs, and I gasp loudly as he trails his tongue down my pussy and then hums. “Delicious.”

  Fuckkk.

  His arm tightens on my belly, keeping me still for him as he dips his head and laps at my pussy, his other hand gripping my thigh to keep my legs spread. Unable to help myself, I rock against his talented tongue as he traces it across everywhere but my clit, he even dips it inside me for a moment before moving away again.

  “Logan!” I almost scream in frustration.

  He relents and sucks my clit into his mouth, playing with it like he did my nipples, the sudden pleasure too much. My eyes close and my head bangs back against the wall.

  I feel a finger tracing around my pussy before he pushes it inside, holding it there for a moment before curling it and pressing against the bundle of nerves that has me bucking against him.

  “Yes! There!” I whimper, my hands gripping his head to pull him closer as another finger joins the first, stretching me as he rubs that spot inside me and flicks my clit with his tongue. I can feel it happening, the pleasure racing through my body, pulled from every crevice until I come, screaming his name, my pussy wrapped around his fingers and tongue.

  Panting, I slump against the wall as he leans back and licks his lips clean of my cream and grins up at me.

  “I was wrong, you taste even better than you look,” he purrs, before pulling his fingers from my pussy, and making me whimper. I watch hungrily as he sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean of my release.

  But I’m not done, I can see his hard cock leaking against
his stomach, and I want it inside me, I want him to fuck me as good as he just did with his mouth. I want him to make me forget all about my shitty week.

  I want him to make me believe in love again...even if it’s just for a night.

  “Please, Logan. I need you,” I beg.

  Five

  He kisses me once before pulling me from the wall, walking the short distance to the bed, and tossing me down. I bounce in the middle, but then he’s there between my parted thighs, and looking down at me like I’m his entire world. And right now, I guess I am.

  “Do you have a condom?” I inquire, propping myself up on my elbows. I’m not ashamed to ask that, it’s better to be safe, after all, and we are both adults here.

  His face falls for a moment before he jumps up with an “Ah-ha,” and runs into the other room where I hear him talking to someone. A couple of minutes later, there is a knock at the door. Sitting up, I cover my chest, but Logan must answer it because he returns holding up a pack of condoms like a prize with a cushion held in front of his crotch. His smile is wide and he’s blushing. I can’t help it, I laugh.

  He joins in before tossing the pillow away and crawling back on the bed. “Remind me to tip that man, he’s a life saver.”

  I giggle but it soon fades away when I feel him pressed up against me again. Unable to stop myself, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his hard length, needing to feel him. He’s so hard, like steel wrapped in silk, and I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

  “Ry,” he gasps, thrusting into my hand as I pump him a few times. Later, I want to taste him, to see him come apart in my mouth, but for now I’m done with waiting. Ripping open the packet of condoms with my mouth, I pluck one out and toss the others before rolling it onto his thick length. He watches me the entire time, his breathing laboured, his muscles clenching as I touch and caress him.

  I love the sound of my name shortened on his lips, like it’s our little secret. Lying down, I pull him with me until he blankets my body, his lips connecting with mine and kissing me with such pent-up desire that I moan.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and guide him to my pussy, where he notches the head of his cock against me. Oh, to feel that piercing brushing against my insides. I shiver at the thought alone.

  Leaning down, he kisses me hard as I reach up and twine my hands in his hair, gasping into his mouth when he thrusts inside me in one smooth move, pushing through my clenching pussy with patience until he’s balls deep, and then he stops.

  Groaning into my mouth, he shivers above me, his hands sliding between us to tweak and roll my nipples until I’m moaning and arching up, wiggling my hips to encourage him to move. He pulls out and pushes back in with a slow, sensual roll that has my eyes nearly crossing, that piercing dragging along my nerves like I knew it would.

  I tear my mouth away and quieten my cries by biting down on the skin of his shoulder as he keeps up that wave-like movement. I bite down harder, and he groans and slams inside me, the flash of pain mixing with pleasure, so I arch my hips to meet his.

  He’s fucking me now, no teasing or holding back. It’s raw, dirty, and sweaty, and oh so fucking good. He slams in and out of me, the slap of our flesh muffled by the music still playing as my heart races, sweat slicking our bodies as we move together.

  I urge him on, digging my heels into his lower back and rising to meet each firm thrust. With each pull back, he hits those nerves that have me panting his name and begging for more. Each plunge has my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head. It has never felt like this before, this good, this...extra. Like two perfect puzzle pieces fitting together, never has it felt so right and smooth.

  His face is contorted in pleasure as he watches me, those lush lips parted on a groan. One hand digs into my hip, dragging me closer, while his other hand rests near my head to hold himself up.

  “Logan,” I almost scream, my nails painting my pleasure along the thick, corded muscles of his back.

  He groans deep in his throat and speeds up, fucking me relentlessly now. Driving me higher and higher towards that peak of pleasure, forcing me to reach for it. I want this to go on forever, I want to feel his hard heat against me, his cock spearing me, I want to be joined and keep feeling this miraculous desire, but he won’t let me.

  He wants my pleasure and plans to take it all with each quick roll of his hips, drag of his lips, and squeeze of his big hands.

  “Ryan,” he says huskily, enfolding his lips around my name like a plea. “You feel too good, I want you so much…” He grunts, his thrusts stuttering for a moment before he catches the rhythm again with more intensity. The squelch from my wetness should be embarrassing, but I don’t care. “I want to feel you come around me.”

  Fuck.

  Those dirty words on his lips have me whimpering. He swears and pulls out of me, and I cry out at the loss, but then I’m flipped. He drags my ass into the air, pressing my face to the bed, and slams back inside me.

  Gripping the sheets, I twist them in my hands as I push back to meet him with a slur of words tumbling from my lips. His hands dig into my hips, no doubt leaving a bruise, and I almost scream at the thought of his marks on my body. His hips smash into my ass, the new position letting him drive deeper until it feels like he’s swelling inside me, filling me so completely that it’s too much.

  Too hard, too fast, too much pleasure…

  With a twist of his hips, he hits that place inside me at the same time he flicks my clit, and it sends me into a screaming orgasm. I jerk and shake, my pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him of his own release. He yells, leaning down and muffling it in my shoulder as he jolts inside me and stills.

  He pulls free and we both groan. I tumble onto my side before rolling to see him. Logan rises on shaky legs and tosses the condom in the bin before throwing himself back down on the bed, breathing heavily.

  Collapsed on the comforter, our legs twined and arms touching, we both start to laugh. When we look at each other, my breath catches and he sobers up. A slow smirk starts to cross his face and I squeal when he rolls so I’m on top of him, resting on his hips. “Ready for round two, beautiful?”

  My eyes widen. Round two? Christ, Cupid is going to kill me.

  Six

  I wake up before Logan. We only had an hour or so of sleep, since we spent the rest of the night...well, fucking, exploring…it was like nothing else. I’ve never felt so good with someone, so comfortable to try whatever and be whatever. To just lose myself in the pleasure that someone has to offer.

  I just lie there for a while, curled up on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and the rise and fall of his lungs in deep sleep. Deciding I need to get up and showered because, well, I’m sticky and sweaty, I lift my head from his golden chest and prop my chin on his pec, just watching him for a moment. He looks so peaceful, so normal. Not at all what I expected from a man who earns more than my whole street put together. Yet, here and now, he seems so…mine. The man behind the mask.

  His hair is messy, sweeping across his face. His long, black lashes shadow his cheeks, hiding those beautiful eyes. His pink lips are parted in a slight snore. He’s so beautiful it almost hurts. He’s too perfect, like at any moment I’ll wake up and find it was all just a dream.

  So I do what any normal girl would do, I kiss him on the chest and slip from the bed, needing a moment to get myself together again. I undoubtedly have post sex hair and my body needs a good wash. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, I flick on the shower and as steam starts to fill the room, I check myself out in the mirror. I already have bruising on my thighs and hips, the sight alone making me smile. My hair is wild, so I wasn’t wrong there. I don’t even try to brush it. I look like I’ve been electrocuted over and over again. I have that glow around me, that post sex glow. The one you only get after a good, long fucking and orgasms.

  Turning away, I slip into the large, walk-in glass shower and shut the door gently behind me. Dunking my head under the water, I slick back my ha
ir and just stand there, letting the warm liquid wash away the sweat and grime. Closing my eyes, I lose myself for a moment until the noise of the shower door opening makes me jump and spin around to see Logan waiting there. He has a sleepy smile on his face and he’s as naked as the day he was born.

  His cock stands at half mast, but he ignores it as he steps inside and shuts the door, joining me. I swallow, unsure how to start or what to say, but my talented writer has no such issues. He covers the small distance between us, ducking his head as the shower sprays down on his hair, wetting it and sticking the strands to his forehead. I follow the trickle of drops rolling down his face as he leans closer.

  “Morning, beautiful,” he murmurs before kissing me.

  His arms wrap around me and pull me closer, dipping me slightly as he kisses me so deeply, so hard and sure that I almost swoon. When he pulls away, he cups my wet cheek and rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes, so close I’m breathing in his air. “I don’t know where you came from, Ryan Shaw, but I’m so glad I met you.”

  “I’m one of a kind, what can I say?” I tease, and he grins playfully before it turns to a smouldering look.

  “You have that right. I feel like I’ve been waiting, that everything has led to this moment,” he whispers.

  “In the shower with me?” I huff, trying to break the tension.

  “No, to meeting you,” he states, his eyes searching mine as I swallow nervously.

  “Oh, you’re slick,” I whisper back, meeting his gaze.

  “It’s not a line, it’s the truth. I know it was a crazy encounter last night, but I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. You made me feel alive, Ry. For a man who lives and writes death, you showed me the beauty of living.” He leans closer and drops a soft kiss on my lips, one that feels more intimate than anything we did last night because it shows his sincerity. He means it, every word, sealing it with a promise.