“That better not be my egg roll,” I growled playfully. Her eyes widened with innocent shock as she took another bite.
“You wanted one?” She popped the last of the greasy treat into her mouth and chewed slowly. I rolled my eyes and stood back, allowing her to enter.
“I saved you all of the crab rangoons, though,” she tossed over her shoulder.
I felt my face screw up in a disgusted grimace, I hated seafood. “Hardy har, Ellie. Now, give me my food.”
She set the bags on the table while I grabbed plates and silverware, bringing them over to her. We dished up our food, I grumbled over the vegetable fried rice and lo mein, and then we each grabbed a beer and headed for my theater room, settling on a couch to watch our movie. Ellie finished off two plates of food and I wondered, not for the first time, where she put all of it. She was barely five foot three and no more than one hundred and ten pounds, soaking wet. An image I’ve pictured a million times. I grabbed our plates, taking them to the kitchen and returning to find she’d taken over my couch. As usual.
She was wrapped up in the blanket I’d left for her and I lifted her mummified feet, so I could sit back on my end of the couch and let them drop into my lap. They were dangerously close to my cock and he had definitely taken notice. I focused on the movie, determined to forget about her sexy body and the proximity of her cute little feet to my budding erection. At one point, she ran a toe up her opposite leg, likely scratching it, but it was sexy as hell, and I had to clench my fists in order to keep from following the path of her foot with my hands. Then she shifted and when she brushed against my hard as fuck cock, I almost came in my pants right then and there. If she noticed the bulge in my crotch, she didn’t mention it and I wasn’t going to bring it up. All in all, it was fucking agony.
I managed to get through it, but when the credits started to roll, I jumped up, almost knocking her to the ground.
“Hey!” she yelped as she caught herself.
“Sorry, I need some...um...ice cream!” I hurried to the kitchen and opened the freezer, basking in the cool air. I dished up the bowls and returned to the living room, handing hers over and taking a seat in my black, leather recliner.
“Ready for the sequel?” I asked as I cued up the DVR.
She licked her spoon and let out a tiny little moan of delight. Fuck! Ok, stupid choice of words.
“Sure. Although, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay for it all.”
I glanced at her in surprise. “You know you can crash here if it gets too late or if you want to have a couple of beers.”
She nodded absentmindedly, continuing to dig into her ice cream, searching out the little peanut butter cups. “Yeah, I know. It’s not that. I have an early date tomorrow.”
Something inside me started to burn, an irrational anger building. Her date was cutting into my time with her, the bastard.
“What kind of a date happens on Saturday morning?” I muttered rhetorically.
“He’s taking me horseback riding and wants to get an early start before it gets really hot.” She didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic about the date and it soothed a little of my ire. Why was I mad? What the fuck was wrong with me? I was being ridiculous.
“Sounds like he’s a pretentious snob, showing off.”
Ellison laughed at my comment, giving me a dry look. “Excuse me, but don’t you own horses, Jack?”
“That’s different,” I huffed. “We’re friends. I’d take you riding if you wanted to go. But, taking a woman horseback riding for a first date? What a tool.”
It was Ellison’s turn to roll her eyes and mutter, “What crawled up your ass tonight?”
“Nothing. I just think you shouldn’t waste your time with losers and this guy is obviously trying to get in your pants by throwing his money in your face.”
“What? Jack, seriously, what is wrong with you tonight?” Ellison stood and left the room. I followed at a slow pace, confused by my own behavior and having lost my appetite. I found her in the kitchen, loading all of our dishes into the dishwasher.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. “Bad day, I guess.”
She sighed. “Yeah. I’m going to head out.”
I felt something akin to panic creeping into my chest. I couldn’t let her walk out the door, because it would mean she’d be going on a date tomorrow morning. I couldn’t let it happen, I just couldn’t. I was stunned at my reaction and didn’t know what to make of it. Before I was able to form a response, Ellison had left the room. I trotted to the entryway to find her grabbing her keys and cell phone from the glass bowl on the little marble table by the coat closet.
I stood there, watching, my arms hanging at my sides, not knowing what to do or say. She glanced at me with a half-smile as she slipped on her flip-flops and headed to the door.
I joined her and put my hand on it to keep it closed. “I’ll see you Sunday for breakfast?” I asked tentatively.
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you, he’s taking me to a cabin by a lake for the night. That’s why we want to get on the trail before the heat is unbearable.”
“Your—um,” I croaked as something began to choke me. “Your date is overnight? As in spending the night with him, in the cabin, alone?”
Ellison looked at me curiously. “Yes.”
No. No fucking way in hell was that happening.
The tightness in my chest and throat snapped and a rush of adrenaline, lust, and uncontrollable need rushed through my body as though a dam had broken. My hand cupped the back of her neck, the other grasping her waist, and pulled her flush against my body, my mouth slamming down over hers.
2
Ellison
I gasped in surprise as Jack’s tongue slid inside my mouth. It tangled with mine as he devoured me, kissing me the way I’d always assumed he would on the rare occasions I allowed my thoughts to wander in that direction. Jack Halston was a sexy devil. I’d known it from the first moment I’d laid eyes on him, just as every woman did. At six foot two, with a toned body that showed he worked out during his off hours, dark hair that looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, and chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to be smiling, he was impossible to miss. At first, I was happy for him to be my work flirt when our paths crossed on a shared case. We didn’t see each other often enough for it to be awkward, and I enjoyed the little thrill I got from the way we bantered back and forth.
Flirting with Jack offered me a naughty distraction, but I knew nothing would ever come of it. Jack had a rule about not sleeping with anyone from the hospital, a fact long bemoaned by the vast majority of the female staff who would have given just about anything to make him break it. There was no way I’d be the one to make him throw his rulebook out the window. When our friendship deepened a few months ago, the slim chance I ever had of seeing Jack naked became even less likely because we went from being work peers to friends. If a guy like Jack didn’t sleep with his co-workers, then he most definitely didn’t screw any of his female friends. A fact I’d reminded myself of each time I’d woken up from dreams about all the things I’d do to him if I ever had the chance.
I wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like this. Shoving away all thoughts of what might happen to our friendship if this went sideways, I dropped my keys and phone back down and reveled in the feel of his lips over mine.
“Fuck it,” he groaned into my mouth. “I’m done playing the nice guy, trying to ignore how hard you make me because you’re my friend and co-worker. How you’ve made it fucking impossible for me to even look at another woman without comparing her to you.”
Wait? Had his recent dry spell been because of me? Because I could definitely lay the blame for mine at his feet. It was hard to find a guy who measured up to my dreams of Jack. I’d finally talked myself into accepting this date with a guy who’d asked me about a dozen times whenever I bumped into him at the gym. The only reason I’d said yes was because I figured that at some point, I’d have to hear about Jack’s dates with another
woman.
“I’m not letting you walk out this door, knowing you’ll be with some douchebag this weekend. He doesn’t get to touch what’s mine,” he growled, making my pussy quiver at the possessiveness in his tone.
“And what exactly do you consider to be yours?” Yeah, that was my raspy voice, taunting him with my question when we both knew what he meant. I couldn’t help myself. He’d started this, and I wanted to make sure he damn well finished it.
He crowded me closer to the door, his hard chest pressed against mine while his big hands held my hips. My heart raced as his lips traced a path along my cheek and up to my ear. His breath was hot as he answered my question, his fingers tightening on me. “You’re mine.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathed. “Prove it, honey.”
“I fucking love it when you call me honey.” His voice was dark and dangerous, with none of the teasing quality that was always there between us. “And I can’t fucking wait to taste yours.”
His lips on me sounded like a great plan. “Yes, please.”
“Looking at your curves without being able to touch them was pure torture.” His hand drifted up from my hip, along the curve of my waist and my side until it rested below one of my tits. My nipples pebbled as his thumb swept upwards. His other hand tightened on my hip, holding me firmly against his cock while his hips flexed and pressed his length against me. “See what you do to me? I’m a walking hard-on whenever you’re near.”
“Maybe we should do something about that,” I murmured, running my hands down his back, his muscles bunching underneath my fingertips.
“Not until I get my taste of you.”
He dropped to his knees, shoving my yoga pants and panties down my legs and ripping them and my flip-flops off my body. He widened my stance and without warning, two fingers plunged into me. His thumb stayed on my clit, rubbing in circles.
I moaned, riding his hand as his fingers worked in and out of me, staring down at his dark head as his body flexed with each thrust of his fingers. All coherent thought flew out of my brain when he leaned forward and replaced his thumb with his lips at my clit. Alternating between sucking and licking, he never stopped thrusting his two fingers into me.
“I’m so close,” I cried out, my body tightening when he sucked my clit hard and bit down gently. Intense pleasure ripped through my body, my hips jerking against him. He yanked his fingers out of me and slid his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking me through my orgasm as I rode his face.
He stood, keeping one hand on my waist to steady me. I was dazed from my climax, my eyes unable to focus on the sight of him fumbling with his zipper to free his cock.
“Tell me you want me inside you.” He didn’t wait for my answer, his lips crashing against mine once again. I tasted myself on him, our flavors mixed together. “Please, Ellie,” he whispered against my mouth.
“Yes.” My answer turned into a gasp when his hands grabbed the back of my thighs to pick me up. My legs wrapped around his hips, lining us up perfectly. He drove inside in one powerful thrust, my back slamming against the door.
He dropped his forehead onto mine, his brown eyes appearing even darker with desire. My pussy squeezed in response to the possessive gleam in them. My brain might not be sure exactly what was happening between us, but my body seemed more than okay to go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
“This first time, I know I should be gentle. I’m sorry I can’t be,” he groaned, grinding his hips into me and driving his cock even deeper. “I’ve waited too long and want you too much, but I swear I’ll make it good for you, my Ellie.”
“It’s more than good just like this,” I promised. “Take me, honey.”
“So fucking perfect.” His voice was rough against my neck as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tried moving my hips. His hold on me tightened further, to the point I was going to have bruises in the morning. Marks I’d wear proudly as a reminder of our night together.
He withdrew and then plunged back inside. Over and over again while he held me immobile against the wall and fucked me. Slowly at first and then his rhythm sped up, pushing me closer to the edge. I gasped each time he pounded into me, my cries ringing out between us.
“Come for me,” he growled. “I need to feel your tight pussy strangling my cock.”
I flew apart, moaning loudly as my body convulsed around him. My pussy fluttered, my legs tightening on his hips, and my arms clenching around his neck. My orgasm was huge. I swore I saw stars.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned. “Just seeing you like that is enough to make me come, too.”
His body shuddered as he proved his words to be true. He came hot and hard, deep inside me as he trembled. His hips pushed deeper, driving him further inside while his come filled me up and spilled down my thighs.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel so damn good, Ellie.”
He felt better than good inside me. Of course he did. It wasn’t just because we fit together perfectly, almost like his cock had been made to fill me. Nope, it felt beyond amazing because we’d done something I’d never done before. Jack had taken me bare. Without protection of any kind because I wasn’t on birth control, hadn’t been since I was a teenager and discovered I didn’t react to the hormones well. We were doctors, for fuck’s sake. We both knew the risks better than most people, and yet the thought of telling him to use a condom hadn’t crossed my mind. Not once. What the heck was up with that?
3
Jack
I had dreamed of fucking Ellison so many times, woken up in a cold sweat, on the verge of coming night after night. It didn’t even come close to the real thing. I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so hard, and while I felt sated from the relief of finally having her, it also fed my obsession. My cock was still hard as a rock, gloved in the heat of her pussy.
My hands moved from her hips to her plump, luscious ass and I quickly walked her to the back of the house and into my bedroom, not once losing our connection. Lowering her gently to the bed, I slipped out, her little mewl of protest hardening my cock even further, despite having just emptied myself into her. I tore my T-shirt over my head and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor before joining her on the bed again. I helped her lift her shirt up and off, tossing it randomly because my eyes were glued to her tits, watching the full globes encased in purple silk rise and fall as she panted with arousal.
My hands slid up her sides, over her flat belly, and up to cup her tits. They filled my palms perfectly and I squeezed them, almost breaking at the sound of Ellison moaning. I reached one hand beneath her back and popped the clasp. The bra loosened and her tits spilled out, her dark pink nipples large and erect, begging for my mouth.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie,” I rumbled before taking one peak in my mouth. They tasted sweet, and I licked and sucked them like a fucking lollipop until Ellison was writhing, her fisted hands clutching the covers.
I could feel the sticky come between us and I decided to live out the fantasy of my woman soaking wet. In more ways than one. “Let’s shower, baby.”
She glared at me and I grinned and kissed her. “I promise it’ll be the best fucking shower you’ve ever had.”
She raised a single eyebrow and my smile widened. “Yeah, I definitely meant it both ways.”
She laughed and I pulled her up off the bed, lifting her in my arms, to carry her to the bathroom while she clung to me, arms and legs locked around my body. I settled her on the counter and stepped inside my spacious, marble shower, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat to the perfect temperature.
Then I returned to her and picked her up, her body once again wrapping itself around me. I stepped under the spray and she groaned in pleasure.
“Ellie, baby, you keep making noises like that and you’ll find yourself being fucked up against a second wall tonight.”
“Promise?” she asked, her voice whisper soft, bathing the shell of my ear in her warm breath. I was tempted, so
tempted, but there was something else I wanted more.
I lathered up my hands and washed her from head to toe, my control severely tested when she did the same to me. After rinsing, I grasped her waist and pulled her soft body into me.
“Now,” I mumbled against her skin as I kissed my way down her body, “about your honey.” I lowered to my knees and gasped at the glistening pink pussy on display. Rivulets of water ran down her legs and I had to know if the wetness was all from the shower. I parted her folds and immediately gave her one long, slow lick. The taste of honey burst on my tongue and I growled before attacking her pussy. My tongue and teeth went to work, building my Ellie up until she was crying out.
I added two fingers to the mix and she screamed my name as she shattered. I jumped to my feet, spun her around, placed her hands on the wall, and thrust up into her pussy which was still pulsing with her orgasm. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” I pulled her hips out a little and tilted her pussy, driving deeper before she could come down off of the ledge, and she was coming again. “I want another one, Ellie. Come on, baby. Take me deep.” I thrust in harder and harder until I wrung a third orgasm from her and finally allowed myself to come. It rocked my fucking world.
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