by Holly Stone
But then I remembered the way he’d trembled the last time we were together and how he’d run away, and I reasoned that this was all a way of him keeping up his barriers. I hoped I was right.
I writhed on his fingers, so turned on I felt close to coming, but I didn’t want to give in straight away. He thought he could addle my brain with pleasure but he was wrong. If he thought I was going to make it easy for him to hold me at arms-length, he was deluded. I put my hand over his and clamped it tightly, halting his movements.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I whispered. “But not just about the sex.”
Andrew stilled behind me and was silent as he held his breath.
“I want you to take what you need from me, now. But after we’ll talk, okay.”
“What I need? What’s that supposed to mean?” His body stiffened and I knew I had hit a nerve.
“Nothing. I didn’t mean anything,” I said, trying to turn in his arms but failing as he gripped me tighter.
“This isn’t about just me, is it? It’s about you, Whisky Rose, you and your summons. Rules are made to be broken, aren’t they? So let’s break some.”
“What rules do you want to break, Andrew?”
“All of them,” he whispered darkly and bit the back of my neck.
“Don’t do this,” I said, wincing, hating that he’d come to me with his ‘face’ back on. I didn’t know where the man who’d visited me in London had gone, but I wanted him back.
“Don’t do what? Make you feel good?” He curled his fingers that were still inside me and pushed hard against my g-spot. The sensations made me buck forward.
“Nooo,” I said, moaning with pleasure and frustration. “Don’t put on your ‘face’ with me, Andrew. I want you. Just you. Not that other man you pretend to be.”
I reached behind me to cup his face as best as I could and he pulled his fingers from inside me. I turned in his loose arms and wrapped mine around him as tightly as I could. “I missed you.” I said against his neck. “I’m glad you’re here.”
He stayed rigid in my arms and I felt my cheeks heat, anticipating a brush off that would be more humiliation than I thought I could bear. I felt the sting of tears behind my eyes and a metallic ache in my throat, but then he softened, pulling me against him and kissing my temple. “I’m glad I’m here too, Rebecca.” I had to swallow down the negative emotions that had threatened to boil over and take a deep breath, as I enjoyed being held. It felt better than I could have imagined and I inhaled his scent, nuzzling closer, stroking my fingers through his hair soothingly.
Andrew was wearing a blue button-up shirt and dark jeans and he felt so deliciously solid and warm against me. He tipped my chin so I was looking into his serious jade eyes. “I wasn’t sure I should come. I wasn’t sure what was best for both of us. I still don’t know if I made the right decision. But I am glad I’m here.”
“Why aren’t you sure it was the right decision?”
“Because this road isn’t easy, Rebecca."
I reached out to cup his cheek that was bristly with a day’s growth and he turned his face into my palm and kissed it.
“Nothing worth having ever comes easy, Andrew. But if you never try, you never know.”
It was strange to be trying to convince him of something I was still struggling to accept myself. We were so similar in our fears but maybe that’s what was going to help us take the leap. Knowing he understood me was reassuring and I hoped he felt that way too. He kissed my forehead and stroked over my arm, linking our fingers and squeezing.
“How did you get so wise?” he said.
“I’m not wise, Andrew. I’m muddling my way through here.”
I looked up at his face; his straight nose and smooth olive skin and those beautiful green eyes that didn’t look away, even though they were filled with trepidation. I wanted to reassure him, to show him how I felt in the way he seemed to understand the best, so I rolled on top of him, straddling his legs. I took off my dress to show him what I’d bought for his pleasure. His eyes went wide at the sight of the slip, then wider as I lifted the hem to show him the panties.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, holding my hips with his big hands, running his thumbs over the softness of my stomach. I reached forward for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them slowly until his chest was revealed to me; chiselled lines and soft golden skin. I leant down to press kisses over his heart and he signed with contentment.
“You’re not going to run from me again, are you?” I kissed his mouth and he grasped my face, pulling me back to look into my eyes.
“I left for both our sakes, Rebecca. I didn’t want to hurt you any more than I had. I thought it was for the best, but then you sent your email and I wasn’t sure anymore.”
“You don’t have to be sure,” I said, kissing him again. “Who’s ever really sure of anything?”
I shifted my hips on his lap and felt his cock thicken beneath me. His hands went to the ribbons at my sides and pulled until my knickers fell away.
“Come up here. I want to taste you.” For a moment I didn’t understand what he meant but when he pulled my hips until my knees were level with his shoulders, legs spread wide, I was left in no doubt. I grabbed hold of the dark wood headboard for stability and he tugged my pussy to his mouth with impatience. I’d never sat on someone’s face and the first swipe of his tongue over my clit was like a lightning bolt; electrifying and burning hot. He licked me, fast at first and then slow and soft, moaning as he took enjoyment from giving me pleasure. It felt so amazing I found myself shifting my hips, little shallow movements at first then rolling waves as the sensations grew. I couldn’t keep quiet. Quiet panting turned into moaning the closer I got.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my tongue,” Andrew growled. His words were always so perfectly dirty.
I hid my face in the crook of my arm, hair covering my face and breasts. I couldn’t bring myself to look at what he was doing. The sensations were too much, his actions too raw and greedy. His fingers spread the cheeks of my bottom, pulling me towards him in rhythmic movements that had me thinking of his cock inside me. When he hummed a groan against my clit it was enough to push me into the pleasure void of an orgasm so intense that I lost awareness of where I was. When I came back to myself I was lying on my back. Andrew had rolled me over and was stripping off his clothes. “Are you okay?” he asked, pushing his jeans and boxers to the floor, fisting his cock as he gazed down at me.
“Yeah,” I breathed, reaching to stretch out like a cat in the sun.
He crawled up the bed and settled between my legs, kissing me languidly as though he was savouring a deliciously ripe fruit. As I ran my fingers along his sides and onto his ass, he ground against me. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he said, stroking down my collar bone, through the middle of my tits and over to pinch a nipple. I smiled at the way his accent was always stronger when he was talking dirty.
“So fuck me then.”
He smiled at me wickedly. “Yeah, but it’s not so simple now, is it?”
“Why not? You need something to tie me up with?”
He smirked. “You think I need you restrained to get off?”
“Well, don’t you?” I asked, curious to know everything about this gorgeous man.
He shook his head. “I’m not going to deny that I like it dirty and I like to be the boss. But it doesn’t always have to be like that.”
“You do it how you want it, baby,” I said, running my fingers across his forehead and down his cheek. “I know you’ll make it good for me.”
“Yeah, I will.”
I don’t know what I was expecting from him but it wasn’t the tender kisses that he pressed over my body so gently it made me shiver, or the way he dragged his palm over my erect nipples, oh so softly and teasingly. It wasn’t the way he kissed my mouth slowly as though he wanted to fall asleep and dream inside me. I felt cherished by his attention and the care he was giving to making me feel good. And when he fin
ally pressed his cock against my opening, I wasn’t prepared for the tenderness in his thrusts or the gradual way he brought us both close to the peak of pleasure. I held onto him so tightly, urging with my hips and hands, moaning as he ground into me and nibbled my bottom lip with his teeth.
“Fuck, Rebecca. Fuck,” he said, pulling back and sucking on his thumb, using it to rub against my swollen clit until I was mindlessly coming around his cock.
“That’s it baby, that’s it,” he said, speeding up. I felt the moment of his release, the way he swelled inside me and went rigid as the waves of pleasure pulsed through him, filling me up. His eyes were scrunched closed, face flushed across his cheekbones, beautifully unaware of himself. When he’d finished coming he opened his eyes and licked over his lips, looking down at me with the warmest expression I had ever seen him wear.
He didn’t pull out straight away but rested down on me, face in my neck as he had done at my house, cupping my breast as was his way. “Ah, Rebecca,” he sighed. “Where did you come from?”
“Pretty sure you stalked me on LinkedIn,” I said laughing.
“Best fucked up decision I ever made!”
“Yeah, it was.” I smiled and stroked his back. “And I’m glad I gave into my inner urges and let you have your wicked way with me.”
“Mmm…I like that. Wicked way. Give me a few minutes and I’ll have my wicked way with you again.”
“Promises, promises.” I yawned widely, feeling exhausted, physically and emotionally. The waiting and wondering if he was going to turn up had worn me out.
“You jet lagged?”
“I suppose I must be. Might have to sleep before you ravish me again.”
Andrew shifted and brought the covers over us, pulling me into his chest. “Sleep, baby.” He kissed my forehead.
I wanted to talk to him some more and make the most of the time we had but I was too tired. I fell asleep to the sound of his heart.
ANDREW
I couldn’t sleep. Rebecca was curled up against me, obviously exhausted from all the traveling she had been doing. My mind was full of ‘what next’ questions. I’d managed to get myself here, and I was so damn happy that I had. She was amazing. Beautiful, funny, warm, gentle and stronger than she would ever give herself credit for. I’d relaxed for the first time in years and given myself over to sex that wasn’t contrived and remote, and it had felt unbelievably fantastic. I knew I should be revelling in the moment but I now knew that I wanted more with Rebecca and I had no idea what that would mean. She’d be heading back to the U.K. and then what? Would she be content with a long distance relationship? Could we make that work when we’d spent so little time in each other’s company? I knew her job was important to her so asking her to come to Atlanta would probably go down badly and anyway, it was too soon for us to be making big changes for each other.
After an hour of staring at the ceiling and dealing with a massive erection that just wouldn’t go down, Rebecca turned in her sleep and I extricated myself and got up. I hadn’t called George to confirm when I’d be arriving in New York and I was desperate for a drink and a bite to eat, so I got dressed quietly and headed down to the hotel bar.
George was out with friends so our call was quick. I told him I’d join him on Sunday afternoon and stay a couple of days. I wanted to spend time with him and make sure he was okay. I’d sensed something in him during our previous telephone conversation that I just didn’t like. He’d always been good at covering up what was going on in his head and I needed to make sure he was okay for my own peace of mind.
The bar was busy – it was a Friday night after all – so it took me a while to get served with a beer and a burger. I ate and drank quickly, wanting to get back to Rebecca as soon as I could. When I was done I paid my bill and took the elevator back up to her room. I opened the door as quietly as I could, expecting her to still be asleep but the room was lit up and Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the bed with her face in her hands. When I walked in she looked up and swiped at the tears I now saw on her face.
“What is it, Rebecca?” I said, striding over to her and kneeling on the floor in front of her.
She pulled away from me and hid her face.
“I thought you’d gone. I thought I was never going to see you again.”
“Oh baby, I just went down to the bar. I left my suitcase here.” I waved to where it was standing in the closet.
“I didn’t see it.” Rebecca stood and walked toward the bathroom and I followed, watching as she splashed cold water on her face and dried it on a fluffy white towel. Her shoulders hitched as though she was struggling to hold it together. I couldn’t fucking stand to see her upset, knowing it was my fault. I should have left a note but she’d been sleeping so deeply it hadn’t seemed necessary. For all her reassuring confidence Rebecca was as uncertain about us as I was. If this was going to work between us we would really have to work on building trust.
Rebecca sighed and sat on the edge of the bath. “Oh god. I feel so stupid.”
“Don’t, okay. It’s me that should feel like an asshole. It’s not like I’ve got the best track record with you, but I want to change that. I’m never going to walk out like I did in London.” I knelt in front of her, holding onto her hips, feeling her soft flesh through the satin negligée. “I promise, Rebecca. I know I have some things to prove and I will, but I need you to believe in me, okay? We need to learn to trust in each other.”
She looked down at me, eyes wide and fearful. “I want to but this is hard for me too.”
“How about this then,” I said, thinking on the fly, knowing I had to find a way for us to be together. “I’ll come to London next weekend. And if you agree, I’ll send my plane for you the weekend after that. We’ll speak every day and see what happens. If you think it’s not working, you tell me, and if I think the same I’ll tell you. We'll promise to be honest about it. I want to see you, Rebecca. I want us to spend time with each other so we can see if this thing we started can be something more.”
“That’s what you want?” she asked, rubbing her sore-looking eyes again.
“Yeah, it’s what I want. What do you want?”
“That. What you said,” she said with a small smile. I pulled her down onto my lap and held her tightly. She found my mouth with her own, grasping the back of my neck to hold me closely and I slipped the satiny straps off her shoulders so I could see her sweet little tits. Her hips undulated against me, telling me exactly what she wanted from me.
God, I wanted to give it all to her.
Everything she wanted, everything I was.
When I freed my cock and pulled her down on top of me until I was buried deep inside of her, I felt like I was finally home.
EPILOGUE
REBECCA
I’m sitting on a high-stool in a swanky London bar that’s filled with city-types in their sharp suits and designer watches, flashing the cash for bottles of champagne and expensive spirits. I’m early, but I’ve always been a punctual person. Lateness stresses me out and that’s not what tonight’s about.
The barman fixes me a whisky on the rocks, sliding it over with a lingering smile. I’ve made a lot of effort with my appearance tonight. I smile back, but fleetingly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. I’m looking for a stranger tonight, but he isn’t the one.
There’s music playing; something sexy and upbeat that makes me want to dance. I’ve got my highest heels on though so that’s not really an option, and, anyway, it’s not that kind of place.
I wait, swirling the liquid in my glass and sipping it slowly. I used to like a gin and tonic but whisky’s become my favourite drink.
I feel eyes on my back, a prickling sensation as if all my atoms can sense his arrival and are drawn to his orbit like moons to a planet, but I don’t turn.
I wait, and the seconds that tick past are deliciously heady; my heart’s beating fast, mouth dry, fingers tensed with anticipation. I lick my lips, tasting gloss and traces of smoky
alcohol, knowing that’s what he’ll taste when he kisses me.
He stands behind me, close, and I feel his strength and warmth through the fabric of my little black dress, and I smell his delicious scent. I stare at my drink, almost vibrating with excitement.
“Whisky?” he says quietly. “I love a woman who knows good liquor.”
“I know a good thing when I see one,” I say, taking a gulp.
“Do you now?” His voice is playful, appreciative. “And do you see a good thing?”
I turn my head and look at him for the first time. Gorgeous.
Those green eyes are sparkling at me, filled with eagerness and joy. His hair is shorter, messier. He looks younger; maybe because he’s happy. I hope that’s it, because I am. So damn happy.
“I do,” I say.
“Mmm.” He’s looking at my lips. God, I want him to kiss me. But not before we’ve played the game. “So what do you do when you see a good thing, baby?”
“Depends on my mood,” I say nonchalantly.
“And what’s your mood tonight?” He leans closer, his shoulder now touching mine, face so close I can see the laughter lines that fan from his eye and the long lashes that make him so pretty.
“My mood is dangerous,” I say, smiling slyly.
“Is that so? I love danger.” His lids go heavy with desire.
“Sounds like we might be made for each other.”
He smiles. “Could be,” he says, and I finally reach out to touch his face, grazing the soft skin on his cheekbone with the tips of my fingers. His eyes close. I know he loves it when I touch him tenderly.
“So, can I get you another drink?” he whispers.
“You can.” I trace the fleshy centre of his bottom lip and his tongue touches my finger, a sensation I feel between my legs.