Panty Dropper

by Shawn, Melanie

  I didn’t want to live like that anymore. I wanted to be honest with myself and with others about who I was. I didn’t want to do things because that’s what I thought was expected of me, or that it was the “right” thing to do.

  Something in me told me that it was now or never. I felt comfortable with Billy. More comfortable than I ever had with Blaine. There was an ease about Billy that was so organic and captivating. It was in the way he spoke, the way he interacted with people, not just me. I didn’t have any illusion that I was special or that the connection I had with him was something unique. I’d witnessed it all night long at the bar. He made everyone feel comfortable, heard and seen.

  As we sat in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft sound of Cheyenne’s snoring combined with crickets chirping made the environment feel intimate. Sitting there, with Billy, it felt like we were in a world where only we existed. Like we were cocooned in a private space that was our own.

  Taking a deep breath, I decided to treat this like I would any case. I was going to say the things I needed to, in order to get the best outcome for my client—my client being my vagina. I would put Billy’s mind at ease that I wasn’t going to start pulling petals off flowers he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not style.

  “I came home with you because I’m attracted to you and I wanted to see what it would be like to act on that attraction. I’m not looking for anything more than tonight. I don’t need pretty words or promises. In fact, I don’t want pretty words or promises. No texts. No calls. Just tonight. I just want tonight.”

  CHAPTER 17

  Billy

  “Just tonight, huh?” I grinned, hoping that Reagan couldn’t see that her words had sucker punched me right in the gut.

  Turns out, karma actually was a bitch. I’d never been on this side of the talk. I’d always been the one making the boundaries, never the one on the outside of them. It didn’t feel great to be on this side.

  I wanted more than what she was offerin’, but I also didn’t want to pass up the chance to be with her. My heart and my head, the one below the belt, were fighting a war, and I had no idea who was going to be the victor.

  “Is there room for negotiation?”

  “No.” Reagan stared at me with a look in her eye that I assumed she used in court. Something had shifted in her in the past few minutes. The same confidence that I’d witnessed when I walked into the conference room that morning was back, and it was sexy as hell. My heart waved the white flag of defeat as she held out her hand.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  Instead of shaking her outreached hand, I wrapped my fingers around her upper arm, tugging her off of her chair and pulling her onto my lap. “Fuck yeah, we have a deal,” I growled before finally giving into the temptation that had been pulling on me since the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

  My hand cupped behind her neck and I brought her mouth to mine in a claiming, punishing kiss. There was no build up. No preamble. I just took what I wanted. Pushing past the barrier of her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

  She tasted sweet, an intoxicating mixture of coffee and Jack and Coke. As I explored the recesses of her hot mouth, a moan rumbled up from her chest. I felt the vibration pass through her body and into mine, jolting me with a shock as powerful as if I just walked around the living room in socks for an hour and then touched the doorknob.

  The kiss was heating up by the second and the last thing I wanted was for Cheyenne to wake up at this inopportune moment and see something that would scar her for life.

  I stood, effortlessly picking Reagan up by palming her backside. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her up the stairs. Halfway up, she broke her lips away from mine and began to lick, kiss, and bite my neck. Seemed I wasn’t the only one with vampire-like impulses.

  Her magical mouth was sucking and nipping the sensitive area below my jawline and ear, sending a tingling sensation shooting straight to my rock-hard erection. Every swipe of her talented tongue, or nibble of her teeth sent a shock-wave of bliss down south, causing me to stumble the last few steps down the hall.

  Once we made it to my bedroom, I wasted no time in retaking control of her by covering her mouth with mine. I wanted to taste her on my lips; I was hungry for her like a starving man hungry for a steak. She met me lick for lick as our tongues intertwined in an erotic coupling.

  I had been right about one thing, we were combustible. My body was engulfed in the fiery heat of arousal. I was used to getting turned on when I touched beautiful women, but the transfer of energy between us was totally brand-new. There was something special about this lady lawyer, that was for damn sure. The sensation was like nothing that ever flowed through me in the past. It was beyond anything I even knew existed.

  My entire body was shaking as I lowered her down onto the bed, hovering above her.

  I drew back, awe tingeing my voice as I said, “Who are you, and what are you doing to me?”

  She favored me with a small half smile as she spoke through labored breaths. “I’m Reagan. Reagan York,” she repeated the introduction she’d given me this morning.

  “Smart ass.” I grinned down at her, trying to restrain myself from giving into my most carnal impulses. I wanted to rip the clothes off of her body, and if it were anyone else, I would have. But I was trying not to act on my instincts with Reagan. She was special, and even if she only wanted one night, I wanted to show her just how special she was. “Do you know how bad I want you naked?”

  The corners of her mouth lifted higher and my chest filled with a sense of pride that I was the one making her smile widen. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and the expression caused my dick to swell painfully.

  In one swift motion, she tugged at the bottom hem of her shirt and whipped it off, bringing her bra with it. My eyes scanned down her body and I was about to cover her ripe, pert nipples with my mouth when she stopped me. Her hands pressed to my chest, keeping me from lowering down. “Not so fast. Do you know how bad I want you naked?”

  “Fuck.” I dropped my head for a moment as arousal spiked at her bold declaration. This woman was going to be the death of me.

  I pushed off the bed, stood, and stripped off my clothes as if somebody were offering me a one-million-dollar prize if I could get naked in ten seconds flat. Hell, if they had been, I would’ve been going home with a gigantic novelty-size check that night.

  When I looked up, I saw that she was no longer only bare from her waist up, her jeans were off as well. The only scrap of cloth she had on her body was a triangle of red lace covering her mound. She was my wet dream come to life.

  The sight was one to behold, and I gave a low wolf whistle.

  “Come here.” Her voice was low, and sultry and it made my cock twitch. I stepped back to the bed ready to kiss every inch of her body. But I didn’t get the chance to.

  With no warning at all, she slid off the bed and was on her knees in front of me, taking my dick in her mouth. The sudden heat that enveloped the sensitive tip of my dick sent shockwaves through my body, and my knees buckled.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my steel hard erection. It was quite a view. In fact, I thought the visual might be even better than the sensation.

  Nah. Close, though.

  I reached down and brushed her hair back from her face, wanting to get the best view I could of those full cherry lips wrapped tight around my shaft as she moved them up and down. She was better than a wet dream; she was like a porn movie in my very own bedroom, in 3D and living color, right in front of my eyes.

  “Look at me,” I commanded. I didn’t know what it was, but I was overcome with the urge to be connected with her as she gave me pleasure, to be inside not just her body, but her mind, as well.

  Never pausing in her steady rhythm, she lifted her eyes and locked them onto mine. She never broke her stare as she sped up the pace. The pleasure grew even more intense. I resisted the urge to squeeze mine shut under the overwhelming as
sault of sensation. I forced myself to keep them open and connected to hers.

  It was damn intense, and I knew if I didn’t want to shoot my wad right down the back of her hot, gulping throat I was going to have to put a stop to it and fast.

  With a level of regret that she would never be able to fathom, I stepped back from her magic mouth, taking a few deep breaths to clear my head. When I was able to look at her again with clear vision, I saw a small smile on her face. She knew exactly what had been going on.

  “So,” she licked her lips, “do you have a condom?”

  CHAPTER 18

  Reagan

  I couldn’t believe how bold I was being. This was so out of character it wasn’t even funny. Being this forward and unapologetically shameless was new to me. I’d thought it would be harder, no pun intended, but apparently my inhibitions had already packed up and headed out for spring break.

  It didn’t hurt that when Billy looked at me, I felt sexy. Not just pretty or even beautiful—although I felt those things. But sexy. Like, “do a striptease and make him drool” sexy. Like “crook my finger and watch him follow me anywhere” sexy. Like freaking “this is what I dreamed it would be like to be naked in front of a man before I ever was, yet nothing ever quite measured up until now” sexy.

  With Billy, I felt powerful, and free to exercise that power. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I was the only woman that had experienced that particular phenomenon. I was sure that every woman he was with felt that way.

  A condom materialized out of nowhere and I watched as he slid it down his thick shaft. When I’d had him in my mouth I hadn’t been able to fit more than half in before he was hitting the back of my throat. My sex clenched and tingles burst in my core as I imagined what that monster was going to feel like inside me.

  Riding high on my newfound sexual voice, I asked. “Can we do it doggy-style?”

  I loved that position and Blaine had never been a fan. I never spoke up when I was with Blaine. I’d been mute when it came to my desires. But tonight, I was taking control back. That’s what I wanted, so that’s what I asked for.

  Billy didn’t seem to mind. His nostrils flared as his long, hard, latex covered erection jerked up. Without saying a word his hands gripped my waist and he flipped me over like I was a rag doll.

  I gasped as a shiver passed through me, hard, from head to toe. Damn. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt free to express their power. Commanding, take-charge Billy was next-level sexy. Not that any version of Billy wasn’t…

  Heat radiated from Billy’s palm, covering my back as he pressed my upper body lower until I was propped up on my forearms. I was at a full ninety-degree angle, ass in the air, and panties still in place. My exposed skin tingled as I waited to feel something. I waited for him to touch me. I resisted the urge to look back at him over my shoulder to see what he was doing. Being blind and waiting for the pure sensation was so much more erotic, somehow.

  I bit down on my bottom lip as my chest heaved in labored breaths. I did my best to commit this moment to memory so I wouldn’t forget a single second. The moonlight that shone in through the open window, illuminating the room in an ethereal glow. The soft cotton of the comforter beneath my forearms and knees. The gentle salty breeze that drifted through the air.

  I heard a mewling sound in the room, and it took me a moment to realize that it was me. My body had instinctively responded to him with a whimper that I wasn’t even consciously aware of until it hit my ears.

  Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, and I whispered, “Everything okay?”

  “Yes.” His gravelly tone sent a shiver through me.

  I wanted to say, Can we get this show on the road?—but I didn’t want to seem that impatient, so I went with, “What are you doing?”

  “Committing to memory how fucking sexy you are on my bed, on all fours, knees spread wide enough that I can see how wet you are from the spot on your red panties.” His voice had a raspy earnestness to it that made me immediately believe that every word he spoke was the truth.

  The opening of my sex clenched, an orgasm already building from the blunt words he’d just spoken and the knowledge that he was studying me and was as turned on as I was. I burned waiting for his touch.

  When he finally did make contact with my most intimate place, I felt the first shock of bliss explode in my center. His fingers lightly ran over the fabric covering my mound as he rasped, “So fucking wet.”

  My fingers curled into fists and I gripped his comforter in an attempt to anchor me to the bed. I was scared if I didn’t I would shoot up in the air like a scared cat. I was glad I did, because the next thing I felt was air on my dampened core when he pushed my panties to the side, only seconds before covering my sex with his mouth. The tip of his nose brushed against my taint as he slowly licked from my pleasure button all the way down to the base of my slit.

  His masterful tongue repeated the erotic journey several more times before my release came barreling toward me like a runaway train.

  Without warning, the orgasm slammed into me and caused my back to arch as I pressed my sex against his mouth. He continued massaging my most intimate place with his tongue until the final aftershock subsided.

  The next thing I knew, the bed dipped and his strong fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. He yanked them backward in a swift thrust. He buried himself in me up to the hilt and sensations exploded through me, a thousand at once, blending together into a giant melting pot of pleasure that caused me to cry out.

  He held himself inside of me for a long moment. I could feel his dick twitching against my inner walls, and then he started to move. He drew back and pushed into me again, then repeated the process. Slowly at first, then building up speed.

  As he pounded into me over and over, it felt like something more than just some random fuck. I didn’t know if I was reading too much into it. There was a very good possibility that all of his partners felt like this because he was that good. But a little, nagging voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn’t just that. There was something else there, some energy exchange, some connection that was special.

  The longer he thrust in and out of me, the slicker my skin grew, the wetter I became with the juices of my arousal, and the foggier my brain got with the heights of ecstasy that his thick, hard manhood was driving me to.

  Finally, when I really thought that I couldn’t take it for a moment longer, Billy reached down and slid his hand over my lower belly, finding my clit with his finger he began rubbing it in small fast circles as he continued to pump in and out.

  That was it. That was all I could take. As much as I would’ve loved for this freaking amazing encounter to last for all eternity, my second orgasm exploded through my body with the impact of a bomb exploding. For all the power and control I had felt at every moment leading up to that point, I was totally helpless in the face of that tsunami of a climax.

  He leaned down so his abs and chest were pressed down the length of my back and wrapped his free arm just under my breasts to hold me to him. I felt his muscles convulsing against my skin and knew he was being rocked by a release just as powerful as my own.

  When it was over, I collapsed forward onto the bed, as wrung out as an old rag. I lay there panting, my muscles twitching with small jolts of bliss. I was powerless to move. I felt like I’d just run a marathon.

  I was still floating in post-coital euphoria when Billy moved up the bed next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and gathered me to him. He kissed the top of my head. After a few moments, he shifted and pulled the covers over us, as if we were settling in for the night.

  Nervousness rolled in my belly. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. When I had decided to come home with him, I hadn’t pegged him for a “spend the night and snuggle in bed” kind of guy. I wasn’t prepared to deal with that. I started to pull away from his embrace. “I should—”

  “Stay. You should stay.” His arms tightened around me. Apparently sensing
my hesitation, he chuckled and said, “I don’t bite. Well, I do, but that’s even more reason for you to stay.”

  My inner walls clenched at the gruff tone in his voice and my body flushed. I could clarify further what this was, but it seemed like an inopportune time for a DTR, so I made the cowardly choice and took the path of least resistance—I melted into the strong comfort of his cradling arms.

  I figured I would lay there for a few minutes—half an hour at most—and then make some excuse about having an early morning. I was a lawyer; it was legit. All of my mornings were early.

  That was my plan, anyway. However reality did not conform to it. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, a sense of peace and comfort filled me from the inside out, so deep and so powerful that, before I was even aware it was happening, I had dropped into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  CHAPTER 19

  Billy

  “Well, good mornin’, pretty la—” My hoarse greeting for Reagan was cut off mid-word as I finished rolling over on my side and saw that she wasn’t in bed with me.

  It was a pity, because I was sporting some serious morning wood and it’d be a shame for it to go to waste.

  Maybe she was in the bathroom. I pushed up and let my legs fall off the bed, grabbed the jeans I’d discarded the night before, and called out to her. “Reagan? Darlin’, you in there?”

  No answer. I crossed the room to the bathroom door and knocked. When I didn’t hear anything I pushed it open, my eyes taking in the whole white-tiled room in one sweep. Empty.

  I pulled on a T-shirt and padded down the stairs, thinking maybe she had headed down to the kitchen to get water or a cup of morning coffee. As I passed the living room on the way to check, I noticed that Cheyenne was just starting to stir.