She remembered he didn’t drink alcohol during the season.
“Come have a seat,” he invited, putting the bowls on the table.
“Smells divine,” she said, eagerly claiming the chair he’d held out for her.
Pushing her in, he kissed the side of her neck. “Yeah, it does.”
“Sit, eat, you’re starving, remember.”
“Now who’s bossy?”
He took his seat across from her. She’d placed chopsticks out but didn’t use them.
“I can never use those,” she said, gesturing with her fork to the chopsticks.
“Ah, here,” he offered, showing her how he held them.
After a few tries, she laughed. “Think it’s best to use a fork.”
They dug in. It tasted good. He’d added the right amount of spice and peanuts.
“Holy smoke, Kyran, this is fantastic!” she praised, digging in again.
“Thanks,” he said.
They ate for a while, occasionally talking about food. Anna liked to cook, but mainly kept her dishes simple. For the most part, he was a meat and potatoes kind of guy, yet he liked experimenting with food.
The whole time he thought this was how he’d talk with Nick or Phalen. Relaxed, no worries, just nice conversation that was so easy they lost track of time.
“What did you do over the summer, Anna?” he asked curiously.
“Tested for my black belt,” she answered.
“Really, in Taekwondo?” he responded. “Last winter you’d mentioned a brown belt. You’d taught some of your students self-defense.”
“True, and yes, Taekwondo,” she said. “I probably could have earned the belt sooner, but due to school and football practice, I had to take a break until classes ended. Felt really good to pass. Plus the choreographer loves the fact that he can work martial arts into my routines.”
“Congrats, black belt, guess I better watch out. You can kick my ass.” He laughed, watching Anna smile easily.
“Believe it,” she warned. “If you don’t live up to that promise you made before cooking, I will.”
“You could try. There’s a thing or two I could do to defend myself.”
“Such as…”
“Judo and kickboxing,” he said. “Both great ways to remain in shape, along with conditioning required to play for the Griffins. Team trainers can be tough, you know.”
“Well, what do you know? Martial artist, football hero, nice guy, all in one sexy package.”
“Think I’m nice, huh,” he said. “With you I seem to be, can’t say the same for everyone.”
“Can’t say I’m all that fond of reporters and cameramen right now,” Anna admitted.
“I can’t either. Let’s change the subject.” He took another bite, swallowed.
“Good call,” she agreed.
She took a drink and they went back to talking about karate.
“This is nice,” Anna said sometime later. Plates were empty. They’d rocked back, relaxed.
“I think so too.”
“Can I ask you something?” Her face tightened, her shoulders straight. “You keep saying you’re my guy. I need to know that you mean it.”
“Of course, Anna, as long as it’s what you want. If not, say so and I’ll slow down.”
“It may be impulsive, but it feels…um…right being with you. Once in a while I worry that you’ll see my age and lose interest.”
Kyran put his hand on hers. “When something feels right, might as well accept it and take care of it.”
“Well, since I’m falling for you fast, I guess I’ve got a boyfriend.”
Glad she wasn’t balking, he brought her hand up to his mouth. Kissing the back, he watched her face. “Keep something in mind.”
“You’re a little bossy sometimes?” she guessed.
“Only when you want me to be,” he said. “Thing is, I don’t screw around. I want the same promise from you.”
“Kyran, I never once cheated on a guy I was dating. No way would I do that to you.”
“Good to know,” he said, pleased.
“Then you believe me,” she stated.
“‘Course I do. Just know I take care of what’s mine.”
She smiled, looked happy. “Am I yours?”
He’d thought he’d said she was. Anna could be shy sometimes, too worried about being forty. He understood the concern. It didn’t matter to him. He was attracted to her and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
“Yeah,” he said, kissing her knuckles again. “I’ll do a lot for you, Anna. But I won’t make you stay if it’s not what you want.”
“Me either,” she replied. “Be honest with me, okay? I’ll do the same for you.”
“Count on it. How about we clean up and get ready for a movie?”
“Sounds good,” she said.
They removed the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen. Between them, they filled the dishwasher in a matter of five minutes. Everything went back to normal in his kitchen and they headed out to the great room.
“Tell you what, how about sitting right there,” Kyran suggested.
“Okay.”
His big leather sofa reclined in two places, the center folding down as a table. She sat on one side. “Rock back, relax.”
She did, using the wooden lever on the side. “Join me.” She patted the other spot.
“In a minute,” he said, heading up to the loft.
“Whatever you’re doing, Kyran Black, better be worth it,” she said loud enough for him to hear. “I’ve picked an action flick with Christian Bale.”
Liking their easy banter, he searched his bedside table for his surprise. He’d bought them on his way home from Alex’s office, Anna in mind. She was amazingly sexual, capable of multiple orgasms. Whoever she dated before him hadn’t touched that part of her or recognized it. He’d bet his salary that she’d masturbated during sex just to get off, the guys going too fast to notice. She didn’t want to be responsible for achieving them or working so hard to come on her own.
Not that he minded helping her masturbate. Hearing her rub herself off in his SUV last night, he’d had to park and fuck her. It’d been mutual then, hot.
Hard thinking about it, he remembered a small package of lubricant, purposefully ignoring the strip of condoms. They’d use them later.
For now, he took the square wooden box and made his way back downstairs. Anna remained on the sofa.
“You’re up to no good, I can tell.” She leaned forward a little to see what was in his hand.
“I’m up all right.” He pointed to his tented boxers.
“Well now, isn’t that a lovely sight to see.” Boldly, she licked her lips. “Can I take a bite?”
“No, no biting.” She gave fantastic head, no reason to add teeth marks. “But you can have some fun if you sit back. Open your mind and those gorgeous legs.”
“We’ll need a condom,” she reminded.
“They’re upstairs. We won’t need them yet.” Anna watched him approach, curious and a little shy. “Come on, sugar, trust me. Open up.”
Parting her thighs, she waited there. Kyran knelt before her. Half tempted to lick her through the pink panties she wore, he didn’t. He drew the silk down her legs, kissing her ankles. Tossing the scrap of material aside, he looked up at her.
“You’re always wet for me,” he said, proud.
“I can’t get enough when I’m with you. Sex has never been this good for me, ever.”
“That’s ‘cause it’s right, Anna.” He slipped his hands up along her thighs, parting her wider. She was silky smooth, freshly shaven, her muff still trimmed, soft looking.
“Tilt your hips forward a little, that’s it.”
Strong as she was, she obeyed. Able to see her vulva, he tested the wetness. He gathered some, took it to his mouth. She watched, swallowed hard.
Tasting her thick essence, he sucked his finger, smelling her sweetness.
Finally he opened
the box. “For you.”
“Umm…are they Ben-Wah balls?”
“Close enough,” he answered. “These are better.”
Bound together with a nylon string, two small metallic eggs sat in the velvet box.
“I’m going to use those now?”
Kyran leaned in. “Only if you want to, Anna. Always remember you can say no to anything that you aren’t good with, you get me?”
“I’d like to try.” She relaxed, parting her legs more.
He broke open the lubricant, putting it on his finger. Playfully, he fingered her pussy, lining her vagina and vulva with the water-based lube. Anna squirmed, naturally chasing the light fucking he gave with his hand.
“Oh god,” she whispered, her head falling back.
“There’s more,” he promised, lubricating the eggs.
“Yes.”
“Close your eyes and breathe deep when I tell you.”
Anna flushed but didn’t balk. Spread for him and ready, she looked very pretty.
“Eyes and breathe,” he reminded.
Her eyes drifted closed. Carefully he touched her sex, letting her know he was there. He took the eggs, rested them against her clit. She jolted a little.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
He played, parting her feminine lips with one hand, gently inserting the first egg. “Oh…” she whispered, more out of curiosity than concern.
The warmth of her body and juices drew him deeper, letting him push the metal toy in further. “Kyran!”
“Easy, love,” he whispered. “There’s more, take both.”
Kyran repeated with the second egg, leaving the string outside of her body. Experimenting, he tugged until one rested against her G-spot. Anna’s hips arched. Her legs wide, the eggs worked their magic.
“There you go, Anna. Ease into it, feel it, rock your hips back and forth. That’s it.”
“Don’t know if…I…can,” she said. She moved whether she knew it or not. Exactly as he’d told her, her hips rocked with the small metallic eggs. Each had a smaller ball inside that would shift with her movements when she did, causing little vibrations.
“I’m coming,” she moaned. “Ohmigod…” He smelled her cum, saw her labia pulse.
“Yeah, do it. As much as you want, when you want, let yourself go.” Kyran moved back, closed her legs. “If you want to get off during the movie, rock those sweet hips or tug on the string.”
“No way can I watch a movie like this,” she growled. “Take them out!”
“You sure you want that?” Her face was beautiful, her eyes half open now. She’d yet to stop rocking.
“No, god, no, again,” she cried out, rocking herself through another O.
Finally she stilled, letting the toy settle back into place. “Now I’ll start the movie.”
“Fair warning, I might jump you during the show,” she warned.
“Something tells me you’re going to get lucky soon enough.”
Smiling, Kyran stood, reached for the remote and the DVD case sitting on the coffee table.
Chapter Thirteen
Kyran was as good as his word. He clicked the remote, went over and got them two sodas and lowered the lights.
Mission accomplished, he sat next to her on the sofa. There was a snack table that separated them, which was convenient for the drinks. The gigantic flat-screen television lit up the room, showcasing the dramatic special effects and dozens of colors.
It was fantastic for watching blockbusters. Except for one thing. Anna had no idea what they were watching. Anytime she moved, even a little, the metallic eggs inside her vagina rocked or shifted and she’d spike.
She couldn’t explain why it was the most breathtaking toy she’d ever experienced. They seemed so simple and harmless and smooth. They didn’t have multiple settings or vibrating bunny ears or fingers. Now she wasn’t going back to only her vibrator. These things were simply amazing. She bet using the vibe with the eggs would be explosive.
“Anna, you okay?” Kyran moved the half-full sodas to a coffee table, folding the snack tray back into the back of the sofa.
“Ah, I’m good,” she answered, unmistakably shifting to find that continuous fullness that would set her off. “So good, in fact, I might never have to have sex again to get off.”
There was no way she’d give up sex with him though. He made her daring and sexy, she wanted to experience everything there was, every position. But only with him, she realized. She wouldn’t experiment with toys or think beyond vanilla with any of her exes. They made her feel older, unsophisticated and responsible.
Sometimes she wanted to be wild, free. Kyran let her fly. Staying with her to make sure she didn’t crash.
“Hey now, we can’t have that.” He shifted closer, distracting her by easing right up beside her, his shoulder against her shoulder. “Like the movie?”
“Christian Bale is in it, heck yeah,” she said, grinning.
Actually Kyran was far more exciting. He smelled really sexy with a little Oriental spice from dinner. His dark auburn hair needed to be touched.
Shifting, she turned into him, rocking the eggs again. A mini-earthquake set off deep inside, trembling outward from her center to her toes. “Jeez!”
“Good, aren’t they?”
“Amazing, wouldn’t have thought they’d work.”
“Try this,” he suggested. “Come sit between my legs, lie back against me.”
Anna moved over, clenching her thighs tight to hold the eggs deep. She’d heard women could walk around with these things inside their bodies. How, she’d no clue. Personally, rocking was enough.
Kyran helped her settle back against him, his legs parted, aligned alongside hers. Big, muscular arms came around her waist, his fingers splayed out over her abs. One pressed against her bellybutton, helping her rock real slow.
“There you go, love,” he whispered, kissing the side of her neck. “Rock as much as you need.”
His left hand delved between her thighs. The little string was tucked between her folds. He found it, tugging.
“No, please leave them in.”
The tugging stopped as he swept his thumb over her clit. It was a tease that sent her into orbit. Her whole body stiffened, her climax causing a spurt of juices to shoot out.
Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs. Kyran kept her steady. “No, don’t hide. You’re beautiful when you come like that.” He hummed proudly against the back of her head, brushing a kiss there. “When you’re ready, I’ll take them out.”
Her heart was racing, her clit sensitive. “Just need to relax a little,” she said.
“Okay.” Kyran caressed her thighs, running his hands back to her belly.
Their attention went to the movie…for about ten minutes. Kyran’s penis lengthened, getting harder whenever she shifted. Long fingers etched from her belly to her shoulder, swiping her hair out of his way. Warm, moist lips touched the back of her neck, then her collarbone, a swirl of his tongue causing her to arch. Her clit grew impossibly sensitive, erect. She felt it protrude from the little hood, her labia blossoming.
The eggs shifted, connecting together to send a tremor through her, vaginal walls clutching at them. She didn’t come that time, just hung on the edge, close, tense. He kept it really slow, simple kisses along her neck, sometimes licking her earlobe, sucking.
“Kyran, the movie,” she reminded, completely uncaring about Christian on the big screen.
“Is good,” he said.
“Should I have picked a porn flick or something?” She hadn’t seen any in his collection. Of course, he was really good in bed. Maybe he had watched his share of how-to guides. Better that than thinking of how he’d most likely learned how to please a woman.
“Nah, Anna, not tonight. This spot right here.” The tip of his tongue swiped her collarbone. “It needs attention.”
Anna couldn’t take it. She had to face him a little, easing herself between the
arm of the sofa and Kyran’s side to rest her head on his bare chest. His cock had extended beyond the waistband of his boxers, the tip visible.
If he could kiss, she could touch. Still able to see the TV, she felt like purring as she began to stroke him. He was beautifully made, his cock a powerful muscle, satin at the head, steel at the girth.
Purposefully, she teased enough to keep his attention. His penis was so hard and heavy, it pointed toward his navel as she shoved her hand down his front to play with his testicles.
“This is nice,” she whispered.
“Mhm,” he murmured.
Kyran stroked his left hand over her belly, the steady rise and fall of his chest relaxing. His heartbeat rhythmic in her ear, she watched the movie, caressing as he stroked.
At some point, his fingers went to a button of her shirt. A simple flick of his wrist and the button released. The next one down parted like a hot knife through butter.
“Anna.” Saying just her name, he drew her gaze to his face. The high-definition screen sent myriad colors over his cheekbones. He looked beautiful. His concentration only on her sent her heart racing.
“Kyran.” Uttering his name, she watched him dip his head. His mouth touched hers, softly at first. Lips upon lips, his tongue licked the top, bottom, pushing against her teeth.
After the amazing sex on the bar, the slowness of his kiss took her breath away. Even though he’d had her twice already today, kissing touched her heart. Burying the giggle in her throat, she kissed him just as slow, pressing really close, letting him lead.
“Are you laughing?” he asked, finally lifting his head.
“Caught,” she confessed, laughing softly. “Not sure I’ve made out on a sofa like this since I was in high school.” For a second she tensed. Monday she’d face the board of ed.
“Easy now, don’t go where I think you did. Monday will turn out all right.”
He guessed why she’d tensed. “I hope so.”
“I’m going to be there for you, Anna.” She tensed even more.
“You can’t. Practice, remember?”
“You’ll need to trust me on how to deal with football,” he said. “I can’t let you get in trouble for that photo.”
“That’s sweet. I mean, what can they do? The article wasn’t our fault. The picture is us kissing. It’s not pornographic, not really.”
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