When they were alone again, he took her by the hand and said, “Let’s go.”
She had to jog to keep up with him as they headed away from the water, where most people did their walks along the quay, to a spot under a huge tree. Underneath its branches was drenched in darkness, but the lights of the harbour could be easily seen in the distance. She knew what he was doing. He wanted privacy.
“Is it always like this wherever you go? Doesn’t it get annoying?” she asked, sitting next to him under the tree.
“Sometimes. But being back home makes everything heightened, I think. MMA isn’t as popular here as other places where it’s almost a religion. But we are a proud sporting nation and crave winning. Right now, I’m a winner,” he replied, squeezing lemon juice over the crispy batter.
“Right now?”
“Yeah. With my record and the spotlight. ‘Undefeated’ sounds really nice, so people get inspired. They like winning. They want to associate with winners.”
“That’s kind of a cold way to look at things, isn’t it?”
“Not if it’s the truth. I never kid myself that I’m anything more than a popular athlete. I don’t save lives. I don’t bust criminals. I just haven’t been beaten in a violent contact sport, so I’m interesting at the moment.”
Tegan leant forward to grab more chips. “I don’t think you believe that deep down. You wouldn’t have given Con that money if you did. And the look that boy gave you? You aren’t interesting to him. You are his superhero.”
He gave a small smile and half a shrug. “I help if I can. But I know what I am.”
“You’re a superhero.”
“Hardly. I’m just a regular guy.”
“Superheroes inspire people. I was in the crowd last night, remember? I know nothing of fighting, but I know people. That crowd was packed in there to see you. I think you’re easily dismissing the effect you have over people.”
“What effect do I have over you?”
The change in conversation and tone sent shivers down her arms. It was hard to describe and yet easy. “You inspire me...” she said picking up a fish fillet in her fingers, “…to shove this in your mouth if you don’t tell me what’s so scary about meaning something to people?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes.”
Gasnier got comfortable, easing back and raising his knee so it bent. Tegan gazed over the tight jeans that wrapped around his toned legs and the impressive bulge that puffed from his new position. She dragged her eyes away, eventually, to give his answer the attention it deserved.
“It means so much that fans come up to me. Sure, I wish some days I could just go for dinner without getting approached, but it’s a small price to pay. The thing is though, with my mindset and lifestyle, I can’t afford to believe any of the hype. Believing it is the first step to failure. To defeat. I would lose focus.
“This actually brings me to something about us. I struggled before I picked you up as to whether to even bring this up. This here…” he said, gesturing to her and then back to him. “I find you really attractive, for many reasons. But, the fact is, I’m leaving in a few days. I don’t know the next time I’ll be here. I was supposed to be gone already. But I don’t want you to think I’m stringing you along or not taking you seriously.”
“I knew you wouldn’t be here for long. I appreciate the consideration, but I’m a big girl and can usually spot things well in advance.”
“Does that mean you knew I was going to kiss you today?”
Lie. “Totally. I could see it coming a mile aw—” She was stopped in mid-sentence as his lips pressed against hers.
“Could you see that?” he asked softly.
She slowly gripped the collar of his shirt tighter. “Shut up,” she said just before bringing him in. She teased his tongue with hers, and they stayed there like that for what could’ve been an hour. Her fingers scraped the same bulge she found as he moved down to the side of her neck, working her skin over briefly with his wet lips.
Then he cupped her face and asked, “Do you want me to stop?” She still had her eyes closed, trying to control her breathing, but she shook her head. He hesitated. Moving his thumbs across her cheeks, she could feel him struggle with what he wanted to say next. “My place?”
She moved her fingers along the back of his head, caressing his hair, letting his scent fill her senses. This was so sudden, but that didn’t make it wrong, did it? She told Fiona she wouldn’t, but here, now, she couldn’t think as to why she’d said it. There were no illusions here. He had been so open, so sweet to her. He was only in town for a few days. For whatever reason, they were attracted to each other. He wanted her. Why couldn’t she have some fun with him? It was only sex in the end, and if they were both on the same page, no one would get hurt.
“Let’s go,” she whispered.
Chapter Four
He took her hand again and led her past his car, keeping to the side streets so as not to be noticed by anyone. She didn’t ask why they weren’t driving. She thought she knew, and her belief was confirmed when they rounded the corner of an alleyway to find Kingsman Apartments, the most recent construct of the Harbour line.
So, this was where he was staying. They crossed the lobby, moving past the manned desk. The concierge typing behind it waved to them. Well, not really both of them.
“Evening, Mr Gasnier!”
“Remember what we talked about, Phil?” he replied as they came up to the elevator.
“Oh, yes. Evening, Gaz!”
“That’s better,” he replied, flashing that cheeky grin as the elevator dinged its arrival. He ventured in after her, the doors closed, and they stood in silence for several seconds.
“You like the name Gaz?”
“Less formal,” he replied.
Tegan hummed at that, looking around the lush elevator and drumming her fingers on the gold coloured railing “Have I ever told you moving elevators turn me on, Gaz?”
He faced her, deliberately coming closer, so she had to press her back against the cold wall. “Really,” he said, running his thumb along her lips and bringing the fingers of that hand down her chest. Slowly. Just brushing her outfit. Down, in between her breasts, to her stomach.
Tegan held her breath, looking straight at him as the carriage jiggled with its ascent. His hand went past her belly and she let out a quick breath. A shocked sigh. He had grazed her groin with the flat of his palm and curled his fingers under the hem of her skirt. She kept eye contact as he made a tighter fist holding it, not daring to blink as the skirt crawled its way up her thighs. She clenched the railing harder as the tightness around her upper thighs increased. She bit her lip and leant her head back. His fingers were centimetres away from her underwear. But his grip was deliberately tightening her skirt around her legs as it rose. Teasing her.
“Please…touch me.”
He extended two of his fingers, gently caressing her slippery thighs. She had wanted him to know how wet she was. He gave her the sexiest smile, just out of the corner of his mouth, that she had ever seen as the doors to his floor opened. “Follow me.”
It didn’t take long for them to reach his apartment as it was right opposite the elevator. With a flick of his wrist, the key turned, and the door opened. Tegan stepped inside and waited for the door to close before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Where’s...” she paused, accepting his kiss, “…the bedroom?”
He lowered himself and swept her up into his arms, carrying her down the hall and into the spacious master suite. A four-poster bed laid at one side of the room, decorated with a cream floor and red velvet wall and ceiling colour scheme. Red and white. To her right sat a huge walk-in wardrobe, the outside of which was mirrored.
She saw herself being carried in and dropped on the bed, then diverted her eyes to him. He looked at her as she slowly moved backwards on the bed, silently begging him to come for her. He kept his eyes on her as he kicked his shoes off, then crawled over the bed to
her. He was on top of her in seconds, kissing her deep and slow as she unbuttoned his tight dress shirt.
Once she freed the first few buttons, she spread the shirt over his sculpted chest and was running her fingertips along his pectorals when a pendant, hanging from a chain around his neck, smacked her hand. It didn’t hurt, but it was a sharp little bump. The pendant gleamed in the low light of the room, so much so that Tegan picked it up and held it gently. A red ‘V’. “What’s this?”
“A good luck charm my grandmother gave me.”
“Does it work?”
He smiled and leant in to kiss her and caress her face. “Worn it for years. I’m undefeated...and I’m feeling pretty lucky right now.”
She felt him settle on top of her as she continued to return his passionate kisses and unbutton his shirt further down his chest. When she reached his belt, his hands slid up her thighs to her underwear. With a slight raise of her hips, he slid them down past her legs and to the floor. A second later, the zipper of his fly was down, and Tegan reached with both hands into his pants. What she found, she needed two hands to get out. “Oh, God,” she moaned, holding the base of him with one hand. She let out a loud sigh as his fingers pressed against her before removing his hand and brushing his fingers down her lips. Fingers she managed to nip with her mouth, trying to suck them.
“Call me Owen,” he said, sitting up. Taking the fingers into his own mouth, one by one, he licked away all traces of her. She watched him swallow, then he peeled off his dress shirt. His body was gorgeous. Greek statues of the gods held less muscle definition than him.
She followed suit by sitting up and taking her dress off, tossing it aside. She leant forward and reached behind to unclip her bra, repeatedly kissing his chest, letting her tongue snake out to taste him.
He cupped her face to keep her where she was and enjoy her mouth. Soft moans escaped him before he turned her face up and swept his tongue past her lips. She responded in kind, gripping his obliques as their tongues fought each other, his mouth waging war against hers, such was the passion he kissed with. Such was his hunger for her.
She fell back with him, and he moved down the front of her neck to her chest. He wet his lips and used them and his teeth to graze over her chest while teasing her with slow, swirling licks. Tegan had her forefinger in her mouth, biting down harder and harder the lower he went, letting the tingles reach all the parts of her body. She shuddered as he got to her hip bones, softly kissing his way down to her groin.
“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed, placing both hands on top of his head, trying to bring him in to where she wanted him, where she needed him. But he snatched her hands and held them down beside her thighs. And he wouldn’t let go.
Tegan looked down for a brief moment but rocked her head back with a gasp. She made both hands into fists and gave an almost whimper-like sound. The urge to touch herself was peaking, and the restraint he was putting on her wrists was driving her crazy. Her hips bucked almost of their own accord. She had never submitted to power like this. Helpless in being pleasured, unable to move, she merely succumbed to his delicious assault.
She opened her eyes and looked down, directly into his. Completely calm and in control, as opposed to her gasping, sweat-beaded self. The wet sucking sounds rang in her ears, but she didn’t pay much attention. She didn’t care how weird they sounded. They did not break eye contact until he gave a small wriggle of his mouth over her.
“Oh…fuck,” she said as her orgasm exploded from within, without warning. Sparks popped from behind her clenched eyelids as, for an all too brief moment, she felt weightless. Twitching. Shaking. She realised he had let her hands go but how long ago she didn’t know. Sensations were coming back to her. She could now feel him running his hands along the outside of her thighs, giving her time to settle.
He stood and stepped out of his jeans, rock hard, as his eyes burned a hole through her. He collected some saliva on his fingers and worked his hand over the shaft, looking from her face to between her legs. She hooked her hands behind her knees, opening herself up and biting her bottom lip. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need a second invite. Positioning himself between her legs, he curled his back so that he was directly over her, looking down into her eyes as he eased his way in, slowly. Enjoying the feeling of her soft, saturated skin opening more and more for him.
Tegan opened her mouth and gripped his forearms, watching between her legs as inch after inch continued to disappear into her. His hands held her hips still as she felt him bury himself to the hilt, his face clenched, fully filling her. The look on his face as he slowly eased himself out and in, over and over, had her fixated. He looked nowhere else but her face, feeling her around him, moving slowly but building force.
He slid his hands from her hips, up her body, pressing hard against the skin of her breasts, then past her chest to her throat. He caressed her face before placing the tip of his finger in her mouth, allowing her to take it in between her teeth to suck it. With his other hand, he gripped her throat just a little harder.
There was a moment of realisation when she knew what he intended to do. There was a moment of inner questioning, but almost without thinking, Tegan let his forearms go and put her hands beside her head. She nodded her agreement. Her approval. Her trust. As his grip tightened, his movements got rougher. His gaze hardened, sinking lower, taking himself out of her and slamming into her. His positioning and body weight pinned her down, and she loved it. Her hands gripped the sheets, the sounds of her pleasure restricted by his hand around her throat. She hissed against his thumb as her head swirled, and a soft pounding popped through it as the air became less and less available.
Every pop sent a mini burst of adrenaline through her, and he seemed to know. Hitting her body with heavy thrusts, over and over. She felt like she was floating. Lost in the feeling, she watched the look of pure joyous lust on his face when his eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned from behind a sucked in bottom lip at how she felt wrapped around him. Tegan had never felt so erotically charged at the look on a man’s face just from the feeling of her.
He snatched his hands away from her throat and mouth. He used one hand to lift her leg over his shoulder, and the other flicked her clit with the same thumb she had sucked. The sudden access to air, plus his newly intensified thrusts, caused her to scream into the nearest pillow, which she frantically grasped on top of her face, cumming a second time.
Within seconds, he removed himself from her and pumped all over her stomach. He sank down to lay beside her, and she slowly turned to her side to face him. They lay in silence, allowing their collective breathing to slow down.
She had so much she wanted to say, yet no words came. Whatever she said, it wouldn’t give that experience justice. Then, reality hit her. They had come up here, to his apartment, for sex, and sex had happened. Amazing, mind-blowing, scintillating sex. But it was over. The last thing she wanted to do was overstay her welcome.
“Do you mind if I shower before I go?”
“You don’t have to,” he replied.
She smiled and patted his face. She was sure he was just trying to be nice. She showed him her stomach as a reminder, a subtle hint. She knew she should get going. “I gotta clean up.” She walked with slightly wobbly legs to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, desperate to pee, before turning on the shower. She had brought no body lotion but looked down to see an assortment of products. What the hell, smelling like him wouldn’t be too bad. She lathered up quickly and turned when the door to the shower opened, and she was no longer alone.
“Hey,” she started with a quizzical tone. “What are you—”
He pushed her into the wall and wrapped his arms around her with the water cascading down the both of them. He attacked her tender, but willing, mouth once more, only pulling back to whisper, “Don’t go.”
It was one second, perhaps two, but she gave a mini jump, hopping into his arms. He held her steady against the shower wall, sinking her
onto him, already hard. Had it even gone down? She didn’t know. But she did know that her night wasn’t over yet. He didn’t want it to be over. And truthfully, neither did she.
Chapter Five
Owen groggily opened his eyes to find Tegan facing away from him. With his hand over her shoulder, tucked into her breasts, he was holding her, even in sleep. He had no idea what time it was, but the sunlight glowed from behind the drawn curtains. She slept so peacefully. He watched her body gently rise and fall for a few brief seconds before placing a delicate kiss on her back and another down her spine. She gave a tiny moan but fell back asleep. He took it as a sign he needed to work harder to get her attention. He ran his fingertips along her rib cage, pressing his erection into her.
His phone tingled its ringtone, and he cursed to himself, reaching for the handset. “I’ll get it,” came her voice. She wasn’t even groggy. She’d been awake for some time. She reached for his phone and playfully tossed it across the room as she twisted around to plant her mouth on his before leaning up, spitting on her fingers and gripping his cock.
“That could’ve been important,” he chuckled as she shifted lower down the bed, holding his cock straight.
“Answer it if you want. I’m not stopping you,” she replied playfully before sinking her mouth on him. She moaned as her lips stretched to accommodate him. Her head bobbed, slow and deep, as she held the base before gently following her mouth with a partial fist. Sucking and pumping.
He dropped to his back and placed a hand at the back of her head. Fuck it. Let them leave a message.
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