“Your seduction,” he answered.
“Um, hate to break it to you,” she warned, laughing softly. “I’ve been seduced many times already.”
“Then expect some more,” he told her. “I’ve got you for the remainder of the weekend.”
“Don’t forget I’ve got you too.”
“Yeah, you do,” he promised.
They drove on, his left hand steady on the wheel, holding Anna’s hand with his right. Anxious to get home, he kept his eyes on the road. He couldn’t see anyone tailing them. By luck, he’d thought to get the guy’s plate number and gave it to the officer. It should help find him.
They reached Silver Spring half an hour later. Getting to his condo took five more minutes. He was glad he’d chosen the gated community.
“This is a convenient place to hide when dodging the press,” Anna said. “I can’t wait to see your condo again.”
“I’m not the only celebrity type living here,” Kyran replied. “There are security cameras at the main and back gates, with guards posted twenty-four-seven at each post. No visitor gets through security without permission from a resident.”
“Kind of a hassle if you want Chinese takeout or pizza, don’t you think?”
“Eh, it’s necessary. There are politicians here too.” He used his card and waved to the guard that stepped out. Recognizing the man, Kyran nodded and drove on. “If I want takeout, I phone down to the gatehouse. I’ll either go pick up my order from there or have the guy that drives around in a golf cart bring it to my door.”
“Nice,” Anna said.
“It works out for everyone.”
Kyran steered his SUV into his drive, heading for the garage door. Anna timed it perfectly and hit the opener. It didn’t take long to get inside. “Head on in. I’ll get your stuff.”
“Thanks.” Anna went inside like she belonged there. She looked back for a second, the light from the hallway catching her face. She looked so pretty right then he felt sucker punched in the gut by one thought.
Mine!
“Something wrong, Kyran?”
“Not at all, Anna James,” he answered. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right in.”
“Okay.” She went on, turning on some lights.
His heart pounding, Kyran jogged to get her bag and purse. He put them in the hall leading up to his loft.
“Check out the DVDs,” he suggested. “If you find something you like, we’ll go with that. I’ll work on dinner prep.”
“I can help if you need it,” she offered.
“Movie first,” he decided. “Come see me after you find one. If not, there’s the ‘net, pay-per-view or all the movie channels you can think of.”
“Got to admit, I can’t wait to see a movie on that big screen,” she said.
Kyran headed for the kitchen. Anna mentioned Chinese takeout. He could do better.
Kicking off his shoes, he set to work. In the pantry, he found the makings for Pad Thai. “Hey, Anna, you have allergies to nuts?”
“Nope, can eat most anything,” she answered absently.
Chalking that up in the “good to know” category, he found Thai noodles and peanuts in the pantry. Diced chicken in the freezer. His spice rack was filled with all he’d need to make Thai, Chinese, Italian, Cajun, Creole or whatever flavor he wanted. Fresh herbs were grown in a small garden on the kitchen windowsill.
Setting out everything he’d need, he put the frozen chicken in a tub of cool water to defrost it. Everything else could wait. He’d rather go find Anna.
He found her bent over, staring at the movies he had on a low shelf. Her fine ass was right there, in his view.
Not usually an ass man, he had to say there was something about Anna’s that drove him crazy. He didn’t get off on anal sex normally. Women got scared about his size. He didn’t like to hurt them, especially not Anna. He did like to play with her and there were toys he’d use on his school teacher in the future.
“You going to stay all the way over there?” she asked, glancing back at him. “Or let that erection go to waste.”
Hot damn, the coil in his groin drew so tight he almost spewed.
He was halfway to her, his eyes on her ass. His heart tripped the way it had when he lost his virginity. “Keep teasing me and I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours.”
She straightened, turning fast. Her hair flipped back a little. It was cute.
“Just you try it, stud,” she dared, her face flame red.
He’d bet his left nut Anna was wet. “Never wave a red flag in front of a bull.”
“Ha, you’d never hurt me,” she said, trust in her eyes.
She had him there. “Yeah, well, be prepared for what comes next.”
“Hope you come next,” she replied. Minx emphasized the verb, standing her ground.
Kyran was on her in a flash. She kissed him as fiercely as he kissed her. No woman kissed like her. Her soft lips parted, letting his tongue fill her mouth. She’d deep throated him last night, worked his cock like she’d been born for it. She worked his tongue now, sucking him.
He let her stop the kiss. Anna didn’t disappoint. She licked his lips.
“Strip,” he told her, stepping back. “Now.”
“Bossy again,” she chided, but went for the top button of her pants.
“Slow it down.” Unlike when they were in her family room, he wanted to savor this.
She looked like what she was, a pretty teacher about to be taken hard. Flushing more, she slowly worked her pants down her legs, stepped out of them. Her blouse came up and off. She went slower with her bra.
“Play with them.”
“Them?”
“Your tits, play, pinch those nipples the way you like.”
Bravely, she arched one brow, pretending defiance. But her hand went to her right breast, cupping it. She was a D-cup, generously curved and only slightly bowed due to being fit. She lifted her breast, squeezed. She added her other hand to the right, presenting them.
“More,” he directed. Her eyes widened, her mouth parted.
She continued to play with her breasts. Her nipples became raspberry red, rigid with arousal. They looked so juicy his mouth watered.
Feeling a little shaky, he sat back on the sofa. Anna didn’t skip a beat. She drew her bra off completely, slid her panties to her feet. Bent over as she was, he couldn’t see her pussy. Her breasts swayed. Nice!
“Turn around, face the bar.” Getting an idea, he waited until she obeyed then took off his clothes. “Look at the mirror there.”
“I see it,” she said, a hitch in her voice. She was seeing her age again.
He didn’t care if she was forty. She was sexy. They matched, that’s all he needed to know. He came up quickly, took one of the king chairs and turned it ’til the back was against the bar.
“Put your feet on the base of the chair and your hands on the bar. Don’t let go,” he said, searching his wallet for a condom while she climbed onto the chair as told.
His cock head was soaking wet. He jerked himself watching her, coated his penis with fluid. As pretty as she’d been when looking for a movie, she was bare-assed naked and waiting for him. He could see her face in the mirror, she watched him put on the condom, walk up behind her.
The way she was positioned forced her to keep steady by holding the bar. Her legs were spread. Gently, he stroked her hair, taking his time. He wanted to fuck hard. He went slow, letting her wait. She smelled like sex and woman, aroused.
Kyran ran his fingers down the curvature of her spine, felt the ridges. Nearing her rear, he cupped her cheeks.
“This,” he warned, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss, “is for daring me. ‘Cause it’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Flattening his palm, he lightly spanked her right cheek, the left. Repeating it in quick, short taps, keeping her guessing where he’d spank next. She gasped, bucked, her juices sluicing down her thighs.
“Kyran,” she cried, shoving her hips ba
ck at him. She was getting off on it. Hell yeah, he’d thought she might.
“Well well, my bad girl’s back,” he praised, kissing her nape as he gently stroked her fine, warm ass. Being certain he didn’t cause real pain, he swatted her again. “You want my cock, Anna?”
“You know I do,” she almost grunted.
“Say it.” Stinging the opposite cheek, he saw it was pretty and pink with heat. “Want to be bad with me, sugar, say you want my cock.”
“Jeez, yes, I want your cock,” she whispered, presenting her backside to him.
She almost lost her balance. Catching her, he spoke in her ear. “You okay, love?”
“Yeah, this isn’t easy though,” she admitted, wobbling on the chair base.
His college roommate had given him the set that had been part of a real Boston bar. Kyran refinished the mahogany masterpiece. Big, solid, it was something that required dismantling whenever he moved, but the base wasn’t big enough.
An idea came to him. “Try climbing up and kneeling on one of the chairs.” He helped her get onto the solid bar chair, bending her across the bar. “Hold on.”
She was a little high for sex this way. But her pussy was presented like a gift. Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue along her vulva. Anna cried out, creamed for him. She was so fucking wet he saw it dripping.
Lapping her thighs clean, he tasted her feminine saltiness. She was delicious. He did it again, honing in on her pussy for good long while. Her hips ground backward against his face. Getting a good angle, he tongued her clit, circling it, drinking her.
He could get off on giving oral to her. To keep from coming, he grabbed himself and kept at her. She had the hottest honey on the planet. Drinking her in, he ran his tongue along her folds, nipping before pushing inside her hole. Inner muscles clutched at his tongue. She fucked him right back, squirming to find her release.
Purposefully keeping her on that precipice, he slowed down, giving one lick from her vulva to her puckered ass. “Kyran,” she gulped, spurting more cum, her thighs shaking from the climax.
There was a step unit on the other side of the bar. Stopping long enough to get it, he placed it on the floor and stepped up behind her. At the right level now, he enjoyed the view. She was all about sex laid across his bar.
“Ms. Anna James, do you permit me to fuck you now?”
“If you don’t, I might hurt you.”
Grinning like a fool, he moved in closer. “Will you try something different, love?”
“For you, yes.”
“Brace your arms on the bar and keep your knees on the chair, so you’re on all fours,” he said.
“Doggie?” she asked, doing as he’d asked.
“Look at you, Anna. Beautiful.” Totally trusting him to keep her from falling off the bar, she was like a goddess there. He moved in nice and close. Her pink butt felt warm against his groin.
Widening his legs so her thighs fit between his, he drew back enough to aim his cock at her pussy. Thrusting and pressing her legs closed with his hands, he drove into her. She was so tight this way he almost lost it. Gloved heat wrapped around him, massaged the glans and shaft to pull him in deep and he waited.
So good, he started sawing into her so hard she shouted for more.
“Yes, oh god, yes, Kyran, harder!” she called out, taking every long thrust.
Using his left hand to brace her, he ran his other through her hair, tugging enough that she had to watch the mirror. She looked wild, nothing like the teacher.
“Sometime soon I’m going to make love to you bare, woman.” The thought had him pushing into her so hard, the whole bar moved. “Right now, watch us fuck.”
Not really sure how he kept her on the chair and bar while thrusting, he slowed long enough to hear her. “Yes, yes, bare, oh my god, I’m coming thinking about it.” Her inner grip swallowed his cock, pulsing, drenching him from helmet to balls.
Even though they’d continue to be safe, Kyran knew there’d be a time when they wouldn’t worry about condoms. His balls slapped her ass each time he went deep. Her butt cheeks were still warm from his palms. This was too good, too right. The tightness blowing his mind, she was incredible. She took what he gave, hard and fast or with slower, more deliberate depth.
Her kegels clenched, his cock caught so deep, her spasms massaged him ’til cum curled from his groin and exploded out of him, coating his cock head. Easing them both through orgasm, he shortened his thrusts until neither could move.
“Jeez, maybe next time we can try the bed again?” she said, breathless.
“Was that too much for you, Anna?” Drawing back, he slipped out, slightly softened.
“Oh no, I loved it, was like you got even bigger than you already are.” She righted herself, letting him help her down. “I’ve always had plain vanilla sex with varied positions. I mean, I’ve never let a guy have control or want to teach me things I’d only seen in porn flicks. With you I can’t get enough, makes me feel beautiful.”
“Anna, you are beautiful. Anytime you want to call the shots when we’re having sex, say so.”
“That mean you’d let me tie you up sometime, blindfold you and feast?”
He wouldn’t have said yes to anyone else. Giving control to another wasn’t easy for him. He could with Anna. “Yeah, if it got you off.”
Kyran turned her around to kiss her deeply. “After we rest up and have dinner we’ll watch a movie.”
“What, no more sex?”
“Didn’t say that. I’ve got a surprise before the movie. Afterward, I’ll take you upstairs and make love to you.”
“Fair warning, Kyran,” she said. “If we do too much tonight, I won’t be good in the morning.”
“Next time, I’ll satisfy you so good, it’ll last ’til morning.”
“Promises, promises,” she teased.
Kyran let her go. “Count on it. You’re going to be begging for it when I take you later.”
“Well, there’s a plan. How about dinner then? I can help.”
“Find a movie first. You know where I’ll be.”
Anna went to get her clothes, redressing.
“Shirt and panties only,” he said.
“Then boxers for you.”
Nodding, he got rid of the condom and found his boxers. At ease with Anna, he was shocked at how fast they’d fallen into a routine. She didn’t balk when it came to sex with him. She hadn’t flaked out after the Journal article and cameraman.
He went to the kitchen and Anna joined him. She wore her green blouse, only halfway buttoned, and lace panties. They prepared the Pad Thai.
While he worked on the food, he asked Anna to set the table in his small dining room. She found it off to the right of the kitchen. The left went to the great room. A breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the living area but allowed him to see everything. He’d always liked the open feel of his condo.
Anna fit right in. She padded around with ease, half naked. She was open, willing, gutsy and sexy.
He hadn’t lived here when he first signed with the Griffins. His place in Alexandria had been smaller, trendier. Central to the wealthiest sections in the area, his ex had loved it. Seville liked to be seen dining in the fanciest places Alexandria, D.C. and Fairfax had to offer, especially with him. Gorgeous, she could strike a pose for a camera one minute and off the paparazzi the next. The news hounds loved her, connecting her with him on their front pages.
Once he’d read a headline that he’d bought her a ring worth a hundred grand. He’d just come off rehab and signed with his current contract, was about to move to Virginia. Seville didn’t take kindly to his statement to a reporter that he hadn’t bought the ring. She’d actually hauled off and bitch slapped him. He didn’t hit women, so he walked away, left the next day. He should have ended things then, but she’d apologized and she’d helped him through his rehab. He’d given it a try again, didn’t work out.
Maybe his piranha had done him one favor. Because of that photo with R
icky’s girlfriend, Seville had threatened to scratch his eyes out. He broke things off for good. Between then and now, she’d found another guy. Some model as beautiful as she was and willing to be towed along on her walk of fame. Odd that she’d contacted him in L.A and here. More so, that she called Anna.
Taking note of that, Kyran was pulled back to Anna with a touch of her hand. He looked down. Saw her left hand on his shoulder. Visions of an emerald and diamond ring claiming that hand took over. Not just any ring, his ring.
“Fuck,” he whispered, wheeling around to pull Anna against him.
“What’s wrong?” She hugged him. “Kyran, you’re shaking.”
“No worries, just hungry.” He didn’t want to scare her or rush her. He’d always been the kind of guy who accepted that when you had something good, that worked, you took care of it. He and Anna worked, simple as that.
“Hope it’s that and not too much sex,” she said against his shoulder.
He tucked her closer. “Nah, everything’s fine.” His cock hardened between them.
“Mhm, something’s come up here,” she teased, rubbing against him, intentionally.
Little minx continued to rub herself against his erection. “You want to eat, behave!” Playfully spanking her fine ass, he backed up.
Even he needed to eat. In a few, he had plans for her pussy that had everything to do with sex later.
“Spoilsport,” she griped with a smile on her face.
“Necessary if I want to make you come so many times after dinner, you’ll be grateful we’re in bed.”
“Grateful, huh, I’ll hold you to that, hero.”
Laughing softly, he placed his hand behind her neck and held her steady long enough to be kissed. “Want some music while we eat?”
“Sure.”
“There’s a remote on the sideboard in the dining room. Hit play, then random. I’ll bring dinner.”
“Okay,” she agreed, walking away.
Music came on over the hidden speaker system. He had everything from jazz and blues to rock and alternative, even some classical. He served up two big bowls of Pad Thai noodles with crushed peanuts, oriental spices, vegetables and chicken. Anna had set the table, pouring ice water into their glasses.
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