Halfway through eating her sandwich, her landline phone rang. Swallowing a bite, she went to get it. Caller ID showed “Out of Area”.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Is this Anna James’ residence?”
Not recognizing the woman’s voice, Anna’s instincts went on full alert. Her number was unlisted. Rather than saying anything, she replaced the receiver.
Two minutes later, the phone rang again. “Damn, no way.” Another “Out of Area” call was listed on the screen.
This time, Anna didn’t answer it. Five minutes after the second call, the phone jingled, it was a 900 number. She still didn’t answer it.
Her voice mail was set up that she had to call a number other than her actual phone number, and then put in a PIN when asked. She could access her messages from any phone, anywhere. Using her cell, she dialed the number and plugged in the code.
The first caller had indeed called back. “Hello, if this is Anna James’ residence have her contact me. We have a mutual friend.” The caller didn’t identify herself, just left a number.
A 900 number was weird. A man asked if she’d like to be part of his online network for costumed characters. All she had to do was field some calls from members of his social network for Furries. Like she’d do that? She was not a Furry, a mascot yes, into the costume as a fetish, no.
Anna clicked off her cell phone and went in search of something to wear for her date with Kyran Black. A date! An actual go to the movies and dinner date, with the man who’d starred in her fantasies since they met.
So they jumped into the sex part pretty quick. She wouldn’t change a thing. Last night had been amazing. She’d felt younger, sophisticated and worldly in his arms, more daring. He could still hurt her and the decade between them would always be there, but she wasn’t going to ignore how she felt.
Uncertain if she should dress up or down, she searched through her closet. They were going to the movies and likely having a casual dinner afterward.
Wanting to wear something better than jeans and a tee shirt, even though she’d slipped back into Kyran’s shirt after her bath, she found a pair of tan linen pants and an olive green, short-sleeved blouse with a scooped-neck. Matching sandals with modest heels would work. Out of habit from work, she rarely wore jewelry and didn’t bother now.
She had an hour before he arrived, but she was nervous. If she dressed now, she’d be ready. Then she’d end up with nothing to do other than wait. If she dressed later, she’d rush. While she decided which to do, she could always work on her hair.
In the bathroom, she plugged in a flat iron. Since she’d washed her hair earlier that morning, she’d tucked it all up into a hair comb. She applied her makeup, using a little more for her lips and cheeks, but not enough to look like a clown. She thought she looked pretty, especially after running the flat iron through her hair to tame some of the waves. It wasn’t perfectly straight when she’d finished, but it did look nice and smooth and soft. The straightening always made her feel younger.
Maybe she’d get it professionally straightened or add some highlights instead. She’d talked to her hairdresser once about the chemical process to make it pin straight and learned she’d have to forgo highlighting it at the same time. It would simply burn her hair and make it break.
For now, she’d just stick with the flat iron. Did Kyran like the color, she wondered? Would he notice if she added some blonde streaks to cover the gray hair beginning to show? Telling herself not to worry about it, she concentrated on being herself. If he ultimately didn’t accept what she looked like now, without chemicals and bleach, she’d sell herself short by changing something about herself just to keep him.
Done with the prep and about to change, the phone rang. There was a phone on her bedside table. She didn’t answer the call. The ID thing called out the 900 number for the Furry network.
“Tenacious, aren’t they?” she said to no one.
The phone continued to ring off and on for the next hour. She didn’t listen to a single call. She let them all go to voice mail. She finally dressed at quarter ’til five.
A little before five she heard a familiar grumble of a big truck outside her cottage. Glancing out of her bedroom window, she saw her man climbing out of the imposing black SUV.
He looked good dressed in gray pants, black shirt and casual loafers. From where she stood, she could see his hair was still damp from a shower. Heart racing in her chest, she took off for the stairs.
She reached the front door as he knocked. “Hey now, don’t you look nice,” he said when she opened the door.
“Same back at you,” Anna greeted. “Come on in, I want you to hear something.”
“Yeah, what’s up?” Kyran followed her to the kitchen.
She dialed her voice mail and PIN, handing the cell phone to him. “This is what I’ve dealt with since I spoke to you on the phone.”
Kyran waited, tensing as he listened. “Holy fuck, how’d she reach you?”
“How did who reach me?” she clarified, but he put up one finger.
Kyran’s face tightened more with each message. “Did you listen to all of them?”
“Only the first few, gave up on the rest.”
It took him ten minutes to listen to the messages. Ten! When he closed the cell, he looked up at her.
“Hell,” he groused. “That article is a pain in the ass.”
“Figured that’s what triggered the costume network one.”
“Along with two interview requests for rag magazines, offering quite a bit of money for a featured story on me.”
“Kyran, no way would I answer those calls or tell them a thing,” Anna reassured.
“Didn’t think you would,” he said. “What bothers me most is Seville, she called three times.”
“Really, thought you two were done.”
“We are done.” Kyran handed the phone to her. “When I was in L.A. for rehab, she called me. I blocked her after that.”
“You had to deal with your knee, understandable.”
“That and I told her I’d met someone back here, wanted to see where it would lead. She’s as much a pain in my ass as Brenda.” He paced to the family room, staring at the blank television. “Obviously the Journal’s article reached Seville. She’s not happy.”
“Well, Seville doesn’t worry me. You said she’s an ex. I believe you.”
“Thanks.” He looked back at her, smiling again. “You’re still in the kitchen. Come on over here, sugar.”
She grinned, this was her Kyran. Tossing her phone to the counter, she walked over to him, putting herself right up close.
“Hey there, gorgeous, come here often?” she asked.
“Second time, actually. Nice place you have here, Ms. Anna James, all oak and antique furniture and a woman waiting at home. Makes a man feel comfortable,” he said, Southern accent dipping right down to her toes, her whole body quivering rather nicely. His arm came up, his hand going behind her head to her nape. “Miss me?”
“An understatement,” she admitted, letting him pull her into his big, protective frame.
There weren’t many men she could look up at. With Kyran, she had to tiptoe a little. The view was breathtaking. He made her feel alive, feminine, carefree.
“Hey now, that’s real nice to know,” he whispered, dipping toward her, his mouth just above hers.
Meeting him partway, she kissed him. The impact of their lips touching jolted right to her toes, her stomach coiling with sweet tension as his mouth lingered, played. It felt like ages since they’d last made love.
Kyran groaned, bringing her closer to deepen their kiss. Always confident, his tongue plunged deep, tangling with hers, learning the depths of her mouth. When he withdrew, her tongue chased his, drawing him back so she could suckle on him. He tasted like mint, like him.
Part of her had been worried that their desire might weaken after last night. Or she’d be too sore for a while. Fortunately she wasn’t and he stil
l wanted her.
She could tell in the way his arms tightened, in the feel of his heavy erection prodding between her legs. Remembering how amazing he felt inside her, any lingering soreness was minor. Wanting him to know, she parted her legs more, bracing herself for his short, rhythmic thrusts.
“Hmm, Anna, you’re making me hard.” Just like that, Anna’s panties were damp.
“We keep this up, I’m going to have to change,” she said, not really caring.
“Why waste a perfectly good wet pussy?” he teased, mimicking her from earlier that morning.
“Or that big hard cock,” she replied. “What time’s the movie?”
Kyran kissed her again, licking the seam of her lips to nip the top and then the bottom. No matter how much they’d kissed since they met, she couldn’t get enough. Each one was new, its own passionate exploration of mouth, tongue, teeth and desire.
“When we get there,” he answered as he peppered kisses to her chin, down her throat. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me good, Kyran Black. I expect no less.” Intentionally giving her teacher’s attitude, she knew it would reach him.
“Hell yeah, wanted you to say that.” His hands started to move, caressing along her back to push beneath the waistband of her pants. Tightening his long fingers on her ass, he hoisted her up against his cock, the thickness catching her clit just right.
Kyran drew back for a second, looked around. His gaze landed on a recliner and he drew her toward it.
“Undress, quick,” he said, already working on the buttons of his shirt.
“Want help?” she offered, slipping her blouse up over her head. She laid it on the tan and green sofa. He kicked his loafers off, his socks followed.
“Anna, hurry.” Kyran tossed his shirt next to hers. His boxers dropped to the floor.
Faster now, Anna shucked her sandals and pants. Her bra fastened in the front and she’d begun to unclip it when Kyran’s hands caught her wrists. “On second thought, a gentleman is obligated to help a lady out of her clothes.”
“You’re just trying to get into my pants. And I really like the rebel in you.”
“Out of your pants,” he corrected, flicking the bra open.
The satin D-cups sprang open, catching on her erect nipples. Looking down at herself, she felt sexy. Kyran’s big hands parted the cups, tugged on the tips. He didn’t seem to care that she needed underwire for comfort and support. He liked her breasts, let her know it the way he plucked and pinched her nipples exactly the way she needed. Each squeeze of his big fingers sent sparks to her center, making her deliciously wet and ready.
He played for a bit, teasing, tugging, scraping with his blunt nails, caressing. “You like when I do this, love,” he said, scissoring the way she needed. His hands tugged the bra straps down her arms until they fell to the floor. “Your breasts are perfect for playing and sucking.”
He swooped down, his dark auburn head a shadow of movement. His clever mouth found one nipple, licking, sucking. He’d shaved, the smoothness of his jaw scraping her skin, sending goose bumps of sensation all over. Repeating the play on the right, then the left, he kept her on the edge. Hands of a QB went back to clutch her ass, beneath her panties, pushing them down.
When they were both naked, their sexes pressed so close the head of his cock kissed her opening. Anna wanted to push him back on the recliner and feast on that splendid erection. But he wouldn’t budge.
Finally, he lifted her up, carrying her. “Condom,” she reminded.
“Stay right there,” Kyran said, laying her on the recliner. He went over to his pants, found his wallet and protection.
He came back to her sheathed and ready, his cock rampant, veined along the thick stem, pre-cum dripping from the slit along the purpled head, dampening the reservoir tip.
“Spread your legs for me. Use the arms of the chair,” he said.
Knowing this would leave her wide open, Anna grew wetter. She wasn’t really sure what to do next. She was game to try anything for Kyran.
Resting her legs on the arms of the chair, she watched him go down on his knees. For a second she worried he might hurt himself. He didn’t seem injured or bothered though. Matter of fact, he growled hungrily as he reached between her legs, parting her vaginal lips wide.
“Beautiful pussy,” he praised. “All pink, wet and ready for my cock, you want that?”
“Fuck me, Kyran.”
“Mhm,” he murmured. “First, I need to taste you.”
“Kyran, please!”
“Please you, yeah, I will.”
He shifted inward, his head bent between her spread thighs. She couldn’t remember being so open and vulnerable, but she loved looking at his face when he glanced up to watch her. He was turned-on, flushed. His hand shook where he’d rested it on her leg. One of his fingers swiped the well of her vagina, drawing her juices up to paint her clit. Arching her hips, she gasped. His finger moved, his tongue touching her clit, lapping it to make it dripping wet. Soft hair teased her inner thighs, tickling like feathers.
His penis pointed toward her, so hard now, his balls drawn tight to his body.
“Kyran…I need you.”
“Soon,” he promised against her pussy, licking vulva, clit, vulva and the hard ridge of her flesh between her vulva and anus that drove her insane with pleasure. He repeated it, shifting his left hand to join his mouth between her legs. His tongue and fingers played, alternating between finger thrusting and licking. His middle finger felt thick and long, stretching her a little, pushing in to find that spot.
His tongue felt velvety soft against her folds, teasing her clit from its hood. Her whole body trembled, her hips arced to meet him, fucking him right back. Vaguely she heard herself cry out. “Oh god, Kyran, let me come, please, please!”
He intentionally drew back. She was so hot and needy, she damn near screamed.
“You come with me this time.” He kissed his way up her belly, over her breasts, nipples, tugging, climbing onto the recliner. The recliner had never been used this way.
Kyran quickly rearranged them so that he sat behind her, her back against his muscular chest. He’d draped her legs over the arms of the chair again. How, she had no idea. Nor did it matter because he was leading her on a heady, erotic journey and she trusted him with her pleasure.
He grasped her waist, lifting her up. “Who’s going to fuck you, Anna?” he demanded, his erection notched inside of her enough for her to feel it, but he denied her from taking the plunge.
“Kyran Black,” she answered, waiting, wanting.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his cock pushing into her a little deeper. “Feel that? Feel my cock going inside you.” Anna jerked her hips, nodding. Kyran brought her down, spearing her in one smooth glide, filling her to overflowing.
“Ohmigod,” she breathed out, amazed she could take him. Amazed that he could feel so good her inner muscles clutched to keep him rooted there, permanently.
Kyran’s cock was incredible, heavy, thick, caressing her most intimate walls. But as much as she wanted him to stay, she had to get him to move, to thrust and take. Lifting herself, she dropped back down, taking him hard. She didn’t just want to be taken. She wanted to take him, equally.
She’d always thought porn stars were the only ones who could fuck like this. Here she was pushing back with her hips, taking control, thrusting back at him until a spiral of heat condensed in her belly, pulling so taut, she thought she might splinter.
Losing rhythm, she needed help. Kyran was right there, taking her waist, raising her up, jamming her back down over him. Filling her, pleasing her beyond her wildest dreams, his balls slapped her folds with each powerful thrust. Her wetness coating his erection, easing his way, echoes of their joining warring with their hoarse cries.
His arms came around her when she found the pace she needed. One hand played with her breasts, nipples, going back and forth, jolts of fire zapping her deep inside. Her slit gushed, his taking
that much sweeter. His throwing hand delved between her legs, still spread incredibly wide. His thumb rubbed her clitoris, stroking with each rock and roll of her hips.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, inner muscles clutching deep, forcing her to grind her hips harder and harder.
“Holy fuck, woman,” he growled, his hard thrusts driving into her now. At last she flew apart, the force of her orgasm starting at her navel and rocketing through her muscles, stilling her movements as she came and came, drenching them.
“Hell, Anna, I’m drained and I’ll want you again in a few minutes.” His voice was a croak of sound, his breathing rapid. The room smelled of salty cum and sweat, Anna drew it in, relishing it the fact that they’d just fucked each other’s brains out.
She’d not known she had it in her to keep up with a man like Kyran. But she had, yes, she had. She sure hoped there’d be more experiences like this, only getting better each time.
“We have to work on your language,” Anna chuckled.
“You going teacher on me again?” he asked.
“You love that I’m a teacher,” she challenged.
He pulled out, still semi-hard. He shifted to the side, resting her along his side, holding her close. His heart slammed in his chest. She could feel it against her ribs, knew hers was racing, her body melting into him.
“There’s a lot about you I’m starting to love.”
Feeling herself smile like a lovesick teenager, she was about to reply when her phone rang again.
“Oh no,” she grimaced, hearing the electronic Caller ID upstairs repeating the numbers.
She knew that number.
“Anna, you just went stiff as a board.”
“It’s Will, my ex.”
“You’re still in touch with him?”
“Not really. We see each other occasionally, but we don’t socialize or anything.” Suddenly aware of being naked and chilled, Anna pushed against Kyran, getting up from the recliner.
Quickly, she found her clothes and got dressed. The warmth didn’t return.
“Anna, you okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, finding her sandals. “He’s probably calling about the school board meeting on Monday.”
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