by BJ Wane
"Oh," Eve moaned when his large, hard hands squeezing her cheeks sent arrows of pleasure to her sheath. She never thought of her butt as erogenous, but she definitely liked what she was feeling now.
"I hope that 'oh' meant you're ready to move, because I can't hold back any longer, sugar." Nate lifted her up then pushed her back down then repeated the move again and again until she got the rhythm. It still baffled him she seemed unfamiliar with such a simple position, but he wasn't about to waste time or brain power pondering it now.
As soon as she took over, was riding him with slow up and down glides, he slid his hands up to her breasts, kneading those soft mounds of flesh before grasping both nipples and twisting them just shy of discomfort, wishing he could see her clearly to gauge her reaction. Fucking in the dark might enhance his senses of touch and hearing, but it deprived him of seeing her response reflected on her face, of knowing what color her nipples were or if her tight pubic curls matched the color of her hair.
Eve moaned when he pinched her nipples, attempted to move faster in order to set off the sparks he ignited, but she was out of her element in this position, unsure what to do or how to get where she wanted to go. She tightened her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin in an effort to stem her frustration then found herself flipped over in another sudden, disorienting move that had her pinned under him once again. Her gasp ended on a groan when she felt her legs looped over his arms, her hips elevating as he brought himself over her, and then she felt nothing but his pounding strokes, heard nothing but his harsh breathing and saw nothing but the bright explosion of ecstasy when she came.
Nate felt her ripples clutching at him right before he heard that soft gasp ending with that small catch, a sound he knew he could become addicted to if he spent any more time with this woman. He let the pleasure of mindless fucking swamp him, take over all of his senses until the only thing he was cognizant of was the searing pleasure taking him where he didn't have to think about anything else.
Chapter Two
Eve waited until she heard the door click shut behind Nate before rolling slowly out of bed. The room reeked of sex, an odor she had never cared for, but now the smell was synonymous with the most exciting, pleasurable sex she had ever had. Wincing at the soreness between her legs from the unaccustomed activity of the past six hours, she reached into the shower and turned the nozzle toward hot. Checking her watch, she verified it was 5:00 a.m. and that they've been having sex for six hours! Stepping under the pelting hot spray, she leaned her head back and let the heat envelop her, the same way she'd let the heat of her countless orgasms take over her senses. Granted, her one time with Bobby and the four previous times Camille set her up with an anonymous lover were little to compare to, but she never imagined sex could be so mind numbing, body encompassing awesome, let alone that anyone would want her bad enough to go round after round. With Nate's expertise, stamina and body any woman would love to explore, she couldn't imagine why he went to Camille to arrange a sexual encounter for him. Even knowing nothing about him, she didn't believe a man like him couldn't get any woman he wanted into bed.
Running her soapy hands over her chest, her light touch over her tender, sensitive nipples caused a shuddering response when they tightened again, as if they hadn't had enough attention tonight. Nate didn't seem to mind her small size; in fact, he spent more time lavishing attention on her breasts tonight than her five previous lovers combined, attention that showed her how sensitive her nipples were and how the sharp nip of teeth or the small uncomfortable pull and twist of them could send her over the edge. The butt slap he'd given her did the same thing, so much so she recalled hoping he would do it again just so she could see if her response was as arousing as she thought. Gliding down, she washed between her legs, moaning at the discomfort, remembering the tight stretch of his large cock, his deep thrusts bouncing against her womb and how they set her off over and over again. Did he really ejaculate four times? She had no idea how old he was, but knew he wasn't a randy adolescent.
Eve rinsed and turned off the shower. As much as she enjoyed the night and the surprises it held, she knew it was a one-time thing, knew nothing would or could ever come from it. But she had her memories and an exciting, new experience to put on her list. On her thirtieth birthday, two months ago, she'd vowed to push her boundaries, leave the comfort of her safety zone and venture out more, try things that both excited her and frightened her. Thanks to her neighbors and landlords, Mark and Carl, encouraging her with her quests, she had several new endeavors lined up, activities that were sure to take all of her concentration, leaving no room for her to dwell on wishful thinking, such as how much she would like a repeat performance of last night and why that could never happen.
She'd just finished dressing when a knock sounded on her door. "Ms. Sawyer, your cab's here."
Grabbing her cane, Eve opened the door and smiled at the hotel employee. "Thank you. I'm ready." Closing the door behind her, she didn't have to turn off the lights since they were never on. Eve had been finding her way around in the dark for twelve long years, and even though the doctors told her her sight could return, she doubted it was still true after all this time. It was easier to accept the truth and move on than constantly hope for what she knew she could never have again.
As soon as Eve returned to her condo, she pulled out her phone and called Holly, leaving her a message to call back when she didn't answer. Eve had been the only girl in third grade to befriend Holly and stick up for the shy new girl against the bullies of their class, forging a bond that has held tight for the past twenty-one years. Despite Eve's best efforts, Holly never came out of her shell long enough to ingratiate herself with Eve's core group of friends, content to hang out with her when Eve didn't have other plans. By the time they were seniors in high school, Eve's head cheerleading activities, piano lessons and getting involved steadily with Bobby left her little time to spend with Holly. But after the accident, when her world fell apart, it was Holly who stood by her every step of the way, who was there for her in her darkest hours. Even though it was Holly who led the more exciting life now, traveling the world as a photo journalist, she was never more than a phone call away, always there for her when she needed to talk and spent her spare time with Eve whenever she was in town between assignments.
Making her way to the kitchen, she put a pot of coffee on even though it was mid-morning and past her early morning craving for caffeine. The guys would be over around noon for their Sunday brunch and both of them were all-day coffee drinkers. She smiled as she poured herself a cup, keeping her finger just over the rim to gauge when it was full. Unlike Holly, whom Eve knew would worry about her getting her heart broken, Mark and Carl first insisted on meeting Camille then, convinced Eve was in good hands, encouraged her yearly anonymous trysts. Having been a couple for over thirty years, they swore the right man was out there for her, she just had to be brave enough to look for him.
Bless their hearts, she thought, stepping out onto her back patio and settling in the Swingasan wicker chair the guys had bought her for her birthday. Swiveling towards the warmth, she leaned her head back and let the sun's heat ease her sore, wonderfully used body. Her surprise when Nate announced he was staying for round two hadn't come close to her stunned excitement when he returned to the bed the third and fourth times. His dogged persistence each time in trying to get her to talk about herself had come close to wearing down her defenses, but past experiences and the ever present darkness she lived with served as vivid reminders of why she preferred anonymity. She wanted sex from these encounters as well as a chance to escape the haunting memory of the night she lost everything. Even now, after all these years, the trauma of that night, the sudden loss of Bobby, her sight and the future she had mapped out, were still hard to cope with. She knew if she hadn't had Holly by her side throughout college, she never would have had the courage to attend, especially after her month long hospital stay and her disability cost her her chance to pursue her music at Ju
lliard.
It was during her time at the University of Virginia that she discovered two things about losing her sight the short rehab she went to didn't address. The first was her talent for music, foremost playing the piano, hadn't been affected, something the head of the music department encouraged her to pursue. The second was that men might befriend her, even like dating her, but weren't interested in anything else. In her four years at University, she dated three guys, each of them backing away from her as soon as the relationship threatened to become more involved than casual dating. For years afterward, she shied away from anything other than friendship with the few men she met either at work or through colleagues. Eventually, the need to escape her memories on the anniversary of the accident and the constant ache for something more, a closer intimacy as well as putting pleasure and excitement into her otherwise stagnant life, made her approach Camille about setting her up for a safe night of anonymous sex.
She recalled the secret thrill that infused her the first time she'd waited in that Hampton room for a stranger to join her in bed. There was something about sex with a complete stranger that added to the titillation, enhancing what would have been a mediocre encounter. Well, she thought, a rueful half-smile tugging at her lips, mediocre now that she compared it to last night. God, she never imagined sex could be so combustible, so earth shatteringly awesome as to leave her so completely befuddled with the need for more.
"If that little smirk is any sign, last night went well."
Eve opened her eyes and turned her head toward the sound of Mark's voice. "More than well, it was… fucking fabulous," she answered using one of their favorite phrases.
"Woo hoo! Our girl finally got off in a decent way. Way to go, pumpkin." Carl leaned into the chair and gave her a loud kiss on her smiling mouth.
"Knock it off you two." Pushing him back, she stood, grinning stupidly. She refused to let the depressing fact that last night was a one-time encounter, never to be repeated, ruin her day. She'd learned long ago it was futile to dwell on what couldn't be. "Carl, it's your turn to cook. I'm starving. What're we having?"
"I'll tell you if you promise details while we eat." Carl smiled at Mark, happy to see their girl looking pleased today after her melancholy of the past few weeks, a sad mood that always plagued her at the end of summer.
"Okay, but if you two get turned on, take it next door."
"You're no fun." Mark reached out and tugged her hair, enjoying the sparkle in her vivid green eyes. "Knowing someone is watching can be very exciting."
"Perv." Eve laughed, ignoring the way her body aroused at his comment and cocked her head, saying, "Carl?"
"Sweetie, you know if it's his turn to cook, he'll be grilling."
"Hey, I put together a salad and made dessert to go with the surf 'n turf, salmon and filets. You can at least give credit where credit's due," Carl complained.
"I'll get the dishes," Eve said, smiling as she opened the sliding door and made her way into the kitchen with the ease of familiarity.
Upon moving to Richmond after accepting a job offer at Richmond's school for the blind, she had lucked out when she rented her condo from the owners who lived right next door. Having taken an instant, overprotective attachment to her, Mark and Carl soon became the extra dads she didn't need and the confidant's she didn't know she wanted. Moving from the suburbs to the city, away from her parents and the comfort of her surroundings to start fresh in a place of her own and with a new job, had been a frightening, formidable task. But between her parents coming with her for the first two weeks followed by Holly rearranging her schedule to spend an entire month with her and the close friendship developing between her and her neighbors, she'd had no trouble acclimating to her new surroundings.
Aware of how difficult it was for her to maneuver in unknown places, the guys came to her place for their weekly brunch. As Eve gathered up plates and silverware, listening to Mark and Carl bickering, she was reminded of how lucky she is. Her phone pealed with the tune, 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun', telling her it was Holly calling back. Setting the dishes on the patio table, she reached into her pocket and flipped it open.
"Hey, girlfriend! You keeping out of trouble?" Eve greeted her in a cheerful voice.
"Absolutely not. Oh, my God, Eve, you won't believe the incredible time I'm having. I went to Notre Dame yesterday and you'd just have to see the stained glass windows to believe them. Then I photographed the Luxembourg Gardens. Why don't we have statues like that at home? I tell you, if I found a guy who was hung like that, I might be tempted to keep him around for a while. I met Pierre there and Jesus, Eve, the man was a fucking god in bed!"
Eve sat down, listening to Holly talk. She knew from experience it was best to let her unwind first, and it was always fun hearing about her travels and her escapades, even if she worried over the casual way she picked up and discarded men along the way. Holly never let too much time lapse between men and her inability, or rather her lack of interest in holding onto one for more than a few weeks, had always bothered Eve. She wished nothing but the best for her friend, and that included finding someone who could mean more to her than a temporary fuck buddy.
"Anyway, what's up with you?"
"Funny you should mention well-hung men," Eve said with a smirk toward where she heard Mark and Carl talking until she answered the phone. "I hooked up last night too and, oh my God, Holly, he stayed for seconds, thirds and fourths!"
"Oh crap. Eve, I totally forgot what day it was. Wait a minute. Did you meet up with a stranger again for sex?"
Eve winced at Holly's disapproving tone. In her excitement, she'd forgotten how her friend thought she was setting herself up for more heartache with these trysts. "Yes, I did, and Holly? He stayed for six hours. Can you believe that?"
"Oh, hon, you can't read any more into that other than he hasn't gotten laid in a while. He didn't know, did he?"
Eve sighed, the lingering high from the incredible night dwindling with the stark reminder of her reality. "You sure know how to pop a bubble, girlfriend. Of course, he didn't know, but the things he did, the time he took to get me off, no one's ever done that before. God, Holly, I lost track of how many times I came."
"I'm glad, Eve, really. I just don't want you to get hurt. Remember what happened in college, not once but several times."
"I'm well aware it was a one-time encounter," Eve returned, sharper than intended. She knew Holly cared and worried about her, but for once, couldn't she be supportive? "Not that much different from your affairs. They all end, don't they?"
"Yes, and you're right, hon. Just remember, I'm the one who ends them. I'm just not cut out for a relationship, not with the way I travel. And I love my job. I don't intend to put down roots like you have for a long time."
She had a point, Eve conceded. Their circumstances were different; she just didn't always like to see it. "So, when do you plan on ditching Paris and coming home?"
"I'm almost done. I have a few more cities, Rome, Amsterdam and London then I should have enough shots to fill the brochures I contracted for. Has it really been over six months since I was in Virginia?"
"Way too long." Eve visited with Holly a few more minutes, until Carl's abrupt tone intruded.
"Steaks are ready, Eve. Plate's in front of you. Steak six o'clock, salmon three and salad eleven," he stated, giving her an idea of where her food was.
"Gotta run, Holly. Talk to you next week." Eve waited until they sat before taking her first bite of perfectly cooked filet, but Holly's comments and the disapproval she could sense from the guys made it difficult for her to enjoy the meal. For an unfathomable reason, both Mark and Carl had taken an instant dislike to Holly, and she didn't care for them either. Holly had only been saying what Eve already knew and admitted, so why did she feel so let down hearing the truth from her?
"You going to tell us about this well-hung guy you spent six hours fucking last night?" Carl asked after a few moments of tense silence as they ate. It was difficult,
but he curbed his anger towards Eve's friend. There were times Holly's insensitivity and callous disregard for Eve's blindness set both men on edge, but Eve refused to hear any negative comments regarding Holly.
Eve wasn't shy around Mark and Carl and had intended to joke with them about last night, but now she thought it best if she forgot those hours of intense pleasure ever happened. It was fun, a unique and awesome experience, but it was over and time to move on.
"He was a nice guy who also happened to be very attentive in bed. We both had a good time, but now it's time to put it aside. I'm sure he hasn't given it another thought, nor should he. We both got what we came for, although, I admit I got a lot more than I had expected." She gave them a cheeky grin hoping they would drop the subject.
"If that's what you want, sweetie." Mark rose, picking up his plate. Coming around the table, he bent and kissed her head.
"That's what I want."
***
Nate strode through the ornate etched glass doors of Alliance the following Friday not bothering to mask his irritation at his father's call demanding to see him this afternoon. As if he hadn't had enough frustrations this week, now he had to deal with one of his father's arrogant summons and endure a lecture on how it was past time for him to take a position at the company he'd be inheriting someday. As the only male heir in the prestigious Radcliff family, everyone assumed and expected he'd someday take over the running of one of North America's largest financial institutions from the three Radcliff brothers who had started it almost fifty years ago. Their dogged assumptions continued to sour his familial relationships
"Good afternoon, Mr. Radcliff."
"Nice to see you again," he glanced at the name plate on the customer service desk then added, "Melissa." Nate kept moving through the lobby, his hopes of getting to the bank of elevators without further notice dashed when the teller he briefly dated last year spotted him after Melissa's greeting. Ignoring her attempt to wave him over to her cubicle, he lifted a hand in greeting, veering towards the door to the stairwell when she made to come after him. He couldn't remember the woman's name, but he remembered that affair had been as brief as all the others, ending when it became obvious she was in it for the possibility of a ring. He wasn't opposed to marriage, it was just that if he ever did go down that road, it would be with someone who wanted him more than the entitlements that came with bearing the Radcliff name. And it definitely wouldn't be with anyone opposed to some kinky, adventurous sex.