Status Update (Second Chances)

by Carr, Mari

  Fuck that.

  She was sick of the wise, old, never-take-a-chance woman she’d become.

  New year. New Laura.

  She reached across the console, leaning forward, while reaching for his shirt. She grabbed a handful of the cotton and used it to pull him toward her. Bryan met her halfway, their lips connecting in a kiss that triggered an arousal she hadn’t experienced in years. There was something so completely magical about Bryan’s kisses. Over the years, Laura had forgotten the intensity, the excitement that could be wrapped up in that initial touch of lips.

  Bryan cupped her face, holding her as if she were not only the most precious woman on earth, but the hottest one as well. His fingers drifted along her cheek before he ran them through her hair. His grip tightened as if he were afraid she would change her mind and escape.

  She wasn’t going anywhere without him.

  “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

  Her hands rested on his shoulders, but she wanted more. Wanted to feel him—skin to skin. She ran her fingers over his jaw, loving the roughness that betrayed he hadn’t shaved since this morning.

  Though it was winter outside, the temperature in the car had to be pushing a thousand degrees.

  They remained there, locked together, neither willing to be the first to break the connection.

  Finally, Laura pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time,” she admitted.

  “Neither have I.”

  “I’m counting in years, Bryan.”

  He grinned. “Oh. Then I revise my previous statement. I haven’t had sex in a while.”

  She laughed, then decided she didn’t want to start something that she potentially couldn’t finish. “Should we also revisit that comment you made in the restaurant?”

  He tilted his head, confused. “Care to narrow it down for me?”

  “The control thing.”

  Bryan leaned closer and placed a quick, hard kiss on her lips. “That’s not going to be a problem for us.”

  She studied his face, trying to decide if his answer was enough. Hell, she didn’t have a clue what he meant.

  Bryan didn’t give her a chance to ask for clarification. “Trust me, Laura.”

  Trust was a leap of faith, but it didn’t matter. Laura was one of those people who saw the best in someone until they proved her wrong. Bryan had done nothing to betray her trust, so…he had it.

  “You wanna come in?”

  “For coffee?” he asked.

  She leaned back and slapped him on the upper arm. “No, not for coffee. What the hell have we just been talking about?”

  Bryan laughed. “I was kidding, Laura. I’d love to come in.”

  “Good.”

  They walked to her townhouse, bundled together against the brisk, winter wind. After spending nearly thirty minutes in the sauna-like conditions in his car, the cold air went through her like a knife. She struggled to put her key in the door, her hands suddenly shaking.

  She wanted to blame the frosty air, but she feared reality was setting in with a vengeance. She had invited a man into her apartment with the intention of sleeping with him. What the hell was she thinking? Dressed Laura looked a hell of a lot better than naked Laura.

  Bryan placed his hand on hers, helping her guide the key into the slot. “Slow and easy, hotshot.”

  The nickname gave her a much-needed boost of confidence. She was forty-three years old. If she wanted to fuck a man on the first date, it was her call to make.

  They walked inside together. Bryan closed the door, then looked at her.

  She pointed to the deadbolt. “Lock it.”

  Bryan threw the lock into place, then reached for her, shoving her against the door. His lips took hers in a kiss that was the polar opposite of their sweet exploration in the car. This touch was hungry, demanding, powerful. And so fucking hot.

  Laura wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him closer as Bryan’s hands drifted inside her coat to cup her breasts. She broke away from the kiss, gasping for air. Bryan released her breasts and dragged her right back, demanding more of her kisses. His tongue met hers halfway as they started stripping each other out of their coats, dropping them to the floor.

  Bryan’s hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them firmly with strong, sure hands.

  Laura ran her fingers along his arms, enjoying the feel of his muscles. He mentioned belonging to a gym, but it was clear he actually worked out there rather than paying the monthly dues then sitting on the couch the way Mason had.

  Bryan unbuttoned her blouse, opening the material roughly, a sexy move he could have ripped straight out of a movie. He stepped away and looked down. Laura was amazed by her distinct lack of inhibition or embarrassment. His gaze roamed her body like she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen. And, in his arms, she actually felt that way.

  Her hands rested on his hips, but her grip on her patience slipped. She was hot and horny and ready for so much more.

  Laura reached for Bryan’s belt. His gaze flew to her face. She’d shocked him. A slight smile tilted her lips. Good. Bryan Sinclair hadn’t seen anything yet. She wasn’t some young, inexperienced miss. Slowly, she dragged the belt from its loops, then she unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down. Her fingers caressed his erection as she worked.

  Bryan made no move to stop her, but she’d definitely caught his attention. Spreading his pants open, she went in for the kill.

  Running her hand along his hard cock, she let his boxers serve as a barrier for only a moment. Then she pulled back the elastic and dove in.

  Bryan released a short burst of air when she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking his dick with a firm grip. Laura glanced down. Bryan was better endowed than she was used to. Rather than frighten her, that fact notched her excitement up even more.

  She smiled at him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, before dropping to her knees.

  “Jesus,” Bryan muttered.

  Before he could stop her, she took the head of his cock in her mouth, teasing the opening with her tongue before moving. On each pass, she thrust deeper. Laura added suction to the motion of her tongue as it pressed against the sensitive spot just below the mushroomed head of his dick.

  Bryan’s fingers tangled in her hair, gradually pulling harder until her scalp stung and tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t complain. She couldn’t. The rough touch was driving her insane. Her pussy clenched, making demands, and her nipples grew taut. She briefly considered using one of her hands to take care of her own needs while she used the other to grip the base of Bryan’s cock, to cup and squeeze his balls.

  Before she could put the plan into action, Bryan reached down, putting his hands under her arms to lift her. Quickly and efficiently, he tucked his cock back into his boxers and refastened his pants.

  She started to protest, but he shook his head, his face suddenly chiseled in stone. He’d been close to coming. She’d known it. His expression betrayed him. It appeared he did like to be in control and she’d almost made him lose it. A strong sense of empowerment rushed through her, but before she could push him even further, Bryan regained the upper hand.

  He dragged her bra down, baring her breasts. The lacy material abraded her already sensitive flesh. She gasped. Then Bryan was there. He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, drawing on it until stars flew behind Laura’s closed eyes. Her head flew back against the door.

  Everything he did felt carnal, wild. They hadn’t even gotten to the sex part and Laura was already overwhelmed, achy. Her body was over-stimulated, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything beyond her painful need.

  Bryan brought her back to reality with a sharp pinch to her other nipple. It hurt for only a second until he stroked the soreness away with his tongue.

  Pleasure and pain had never been wrapped up so tightly in her mind before. She longed for both. What did that mean?

  “Where’s your bedroo
m?” His voice was husky, deeper than normal.

  “Upstairs.”

  “Get there.” He stepped away, allowing her only enough space as needed for her to walk toward the staircase. He was right behind her, the heat of his body still touching her back.

  She’d only taken two steps when he wrapped his arm around her waist and halted her. His hand crept along the inside of her thigh.

  “I want to see if you were lying about the panties.”

  She grinned. She wasn’t. She never wore underwear, had given them up nearly a decade earlier. It had been one of her first acts of rebellion, small and silly though it seemed to her now.

  Bryan’s hand cupped her bare ass as he gave her a murmur of approval. His fingers drifted along her slit. Laura bent forward, using the step near her head for support. She parted her legs to allow him better access. Bryan took advantage of it.

  He lost no time pushing one, then two fingers inside her. Laura cried out, surprised and thrilled by the sudden invasion. She was wet and more than ready for him.

  God. At this rate, they’d never make it to her bedroom.

  Bryan thrust in and out several times before driving deep one last time. He left his fingers buried inside her. “Go upstairs, Laura. We’re going to finish this on your bed.”

  She paused for a moment, waiting for him to release her. He didn’t. She took a tentative step and Bryan matched it. One strong arm banded her waist as the other hand remained between her legs. Together, they made their way to the top. While it should have been awkward, Laura had never experienced anything hotter in her life.

  Finally, they made it to her room and Bryan withdrew his fingers. She turned to face him as he undid his tie and pulled it from the collar of his shirt. Walking toward her, he grasped her hands and made short work of using the silk to bind her hands in front of her.

  “What are you doing?”

  He shrugged. “Playing. You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now, do you?”

  She glanced down. She was a mess with her blouse open, her breasts hanging over the top of her bra. She’d lost her shoes somewhere on the stairs, stepping out of the heels to try to find the balance Bryan’s wicked fingers kept stripping away. Her skirt was askew and her hair was hanging in her face. She’d never felt sexier.

  Bryan led her to the bed, gently pushing her to sit on the edge of the mattress, then guiding her down to her back. His knee touched her hip as he leaned over her, lifting her arms. “Keep them above your head. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

  She wasn’t bound to the bed and she was certainly free to lower her arms. Hell, it probably wouldn’t take much effort of her part to loosen the knot in the slick material and free herself completely. Even so, she was wonderfully restrained, bound to the spot.

  Bryan raised her skirt to her waist, then knelt on the floor at her feet. Laura closed her eyes when his intentions became clear. Jesus. Her heart raced as he pressed his lips to her clit, nipping the distended flesh with his teeth.

  “Oh my God.” No force of nature could have kept her quiet as Bryan drove her to delicious madness with his lips, his teeth, and then…holy mother…his tongue. In her dirtiest fantasies, she’d never imagined anything as amazing as this. When Bryan brought his fingers into the play, all bets were off. She was a goner.

  He thrust three deep, moving them in and out harder, faster, with each pass. Laura lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, used them to raise her hips, to push closer to heaven.

  Mercifully, he didn’t stop. Didn’t decide she’d had enough foreplay and was ready to move on to the next part. Bryan didn’t treat this act as him repaying a debt before ultimately getting what he wanted. Instead he continued his powerful strokes until her toes curled and she cried out with her release.

  Laura lay still, gasping for air. She lost track of time until she heard the crinkling of a wrapper. She opened her eyes and watched as Bryan put on a condom. He caught her looking at him and smiled. “Ready for more?”

  She nodded. If she’d had the ability, she would have lifted her arms to drag him closer, but her strength was gone, drained away by earth-shattering bliss. Besides, he’d told her to leave her hands above her head.

  He placed one hand beside her, holding himself over her as he used the other to direct his cock to her pussy. The head nudged her opening and just like that, her arousal reignited. She wanted this…him.

  He pushed inside with one hard, relentless shove and then…he was there. They were joined together in the most intimate way possible.

  He paused for only the briefest of moments, allowing her to adjust, then he picked up his pace, giving her more than she ever realized she wanted. Her second orgasm built more quickly than she would have imagined. She raised her arms, wrapping them around Bryan’s neck, binding them together.

  His rhythm faltered momentarily and then he was there again, pushing her harder, higher. She was on the verge of coming when he pulled away.

  “No,” she said, trying to use her bound hands to drag him back. “Don’t stop.”

  “Roll over,” he demanded.

  Laura didn’t hesitate. She was on her stomach instantly. Bryan lifted her hips, as she rested her weight on her knees. He pressed on her upper back until her head and chest lay against the mattress. She’d raised her hands above her head once more.

  “Hold on,” was the only warning he issued as he gripped her hips tightly and pounded back inside her.

  Laura screamed, her orgasm striking too fast, too intensely. Bryan offered her no reprieve as he continued to thrust. She pressed her forehead to the mattress, shocked to feel another climax rising.

  “Together this time,” Bryan said.

  She was helpless to refuse. Her pussy clenched once more, her body giving in to his command as she came. Bryan’s fingers tightened on her hips as he jerked once, twice more, then stopped.

  Laura didn’t move—she physically couldn’t—as Bryan withdrew. He brought her back to life with a quick, sharp slap to her ass.

  Startled, she let her legs go, collapsing on the bed with a laugh. “What was that for?”

  Bryan sat on the edge of the mattress, stroking the sore place with gentle fingers. “You have a very spankable ass.”

  She lifted her head, twisting to look at him over her shoulder. “I’d love to say the same to you, but given the fact I haven’t seen your ass yet, I’ll have to reserve judgment.”

  She rolled over and sat up, holding her hands out to him as the two of them laughed at their present states. He quickly untied her.

  “Christ. I didn’t even take my shoes off.” Bryan stood. His shirt hung to his waist, barely concealing his now-flaccid cock. His pants were shoved down to his knees and his shoes were indeed still on. He kicked them and his pants off, while Laura struggled to take off her blouse and bra.

  “I’ll be right back.” Bryan walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up.

  Laura walked to her dresser to look for something to wear.

  Now what? She didn’t have a clue what the protocol was for casual, first date sex. She grabbed up a T-shirt, lifting it to pull on when it was yanked away from her.

  “Hey. What gives?”

  “No clothes. And—” Bryan pointed to her skirt, “—lose that.”

  She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. The fact that she was topless wasn’t lost on either of them as Bryan’s grin grew. She lowered her arms and resisted the urge to cover herself up.

  “Do you want me to leave?”

  She shook her head. “No. Not at all. I’m just not sure—”

  “What?”

  “What the rules are here? I’ve entered uncharted waters.”

  He grasped her hand and tugged her closer. “There aren’t any rules, Laura. What do you want?”

  “I want you to spend the night.”

  His smile was genuine and made Laura’s heart skip a beat. “Then I will.”

  He kissed her gen
tly as he made short work of her skirt. She joined the undressing game, unbuttoning his shirt, then leaning forward to kiss each inch of bare skin as it appeared. Once they were naked, Bryan led them to her bed and pulled down the covers.

  She crawled in, claiming her usual side. Bryan joined her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to pull her into the crook of his arm. She rested her head on his chest, marveling at how natural the position seemed.

  They lay there in the quiet for several minutes as Laura relived every moment of what they’d just done. Then a light went on.

  Laura lifted her head. “You asshole.”

  He chuckled. “Wondered when you’d realize.”

  “You just completely took me through my ex-husband’s sex routine. Doesn’t that seem the least bit twisted and wrong to you?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Did you like it?”

  God. There wasn’t any comparison. Laura had viewed sex with her husband as a chore, something she had to do. Going through the blow job, missionary, doggie-style positions had seemed like a checklist that she worked her way through.

  Bryan had blown those feelings out of the water, shown her exactly how hot the same thing could be with the right man.

  Smug bastard.

  She smiled. “I loved it and you know it. But my admission does not give you permission to gloat.”

  He tightened his embrace, kissing her on the top of her head. “I think it does. You ready for the other shoe to fall?”

  She looked at him. “Lay it on me.”

  “I was in complete control of everything we did. And you loved that too.”

  Laura started to refute his comment, but the truth had a way of crashing down hard. He’d tied her up, issued commands and played her body like a concert pianist. Through it all, she’d followed his lead, let him call the shots. Instead she giggled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m thinking it’s a shame we never hooked up in high school.”

  Bryan shook his head. “Jesus. You, me and teenage hormones? We would have fucked like bunnies.”

  She closed her eyes, soaking up the warmth Bryan provided as exhaustion began to win out.

  “Yeah,” she whispered. “Just like bunnies.”