“Good.” He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth to kiss, and as soon as I’m able, I return it to my lap as self-preservation.
The little moments of tenderness he shows tug at my heart, and I’m still scared of getting attached to him. I don’t want to be the woman he settles for since his wife died. I’m afraid I will get too far involved, only to find out that’s true.
“What are you thinking about, fancy face?”
“Nothing.” I stare out the passenger window, anxiety suddenly gripping me hard.
“Bullshit, now tell me the truth.”
Sighing heavily, I turn to him.
“Things are beginning to feel differently between us.”
He’s quiet for a few moments, which is only adding to my stress. “Reese, we’re getting to know each other. Yeah, it’s happening rather quickly, but what is so wrong with that if we enjoy it?”
I do enjoy it. I need to live in the moment like Becs said.
“There is nothing wrong with that,” I say with a smile as he glances from the road to my eyes, trying to read me. After we pull into the Casteel parking lot, I get into the driver’s seat and roll down the window.
“I need to take care of a few things here and run home to pack a bag. Then I’ll pick you up.” Everett rests his flexed forearms on my door.
“OK. I’m excited to stay there but mainly looking forward to time with you.”
He glances toward the garage bays.
“Damn, I want to lean in this car and kiss you, but I’ll refrain since the guys are already being nosy and staring this way.”
“They’re going to be asking you questions.” I scowl at him, wrinkling my forehead.
His eyes pierce me with disapproval.
“I can’t wait to turn that glare into a flushed portrait of beauty. You’ll be tied to a bed, moaning, those long lashes fluttering before I make you unravel against my mouth.”
“Holy shit. You want to tie me up?”
“I will tie you up. We’re fulfilling all our fantasies, Reese. I’m going to ensure you don’t forget me.”
Grasping the steering wheel, I manage a way to break his fierce hold on my gaze and stare ahead.
“Your chest is rising and falling fast, and I don’t need to feel to know your panties are wet, but god, am I dying to. You want this, baby, so don’t deny it. Hell, fuck it.”
Before I can react, he grabs my head and turns my face toward him. His lips crash to mine, and I should pull away but I can’t. I don’t want to as my entire body blooms like springtime.
My libido is flourishing as Everett feeds me his unrestrained passion, awakening every cell, nerves transmitting exhilarating sensations across the board.
“Dear, god,” I say after pulling away and gasping for air. “Please, pick me up soon.”
Everett’s strong hands push off my car before he walks away. I stare at his tight ass in jeans, a small hole in one of the back pockets making them more rugged.
His sandy waves of hair blow from the wind above his back muscles that fill out his Casteel t-shirt. I can hardly wait to run my hands along them.
After regaining my wits, I drive home and race through my house, gathering things to take on this mini-vacation. I feel like a damn ferret as I scurry through the rooms, throwing shit in a bag, so I have time to hop in the shower.
Everett’s keen ability to bring this sexual, ardent part of me to the surface is exciting yet nerve-wracking. Can I find the courage to keep up with his fantasies? Can I admit to my own?
And most importantly, can all of it happen without either of us falling in love or getting hurt?
***
“Are you kidding me?” I say as I walk into the spacious great room of Dwayne’s penthouse. It overlooks Buckhead, one of the post prestigious districts of Atlanta.
“If anyone had told me this morning that I would be standing in Dwayne Barnes penthouse tonight, I would’ve laughed in their face.”
Unhurriedly, I roam around the open areas. The kitchen is massive with stainless steel appliances and a wide island.
There is another room for lounging and a hallway with several doors. The place is decorated in mostly black, greys, and shades of blue.
“Let’s check out the upstairs and put our things away,” Everett says. The spiral staircase takes us to an upstairs that has a railing stretching across the entire length of the home. It is open, and you can see over to the lower level.
“I’m not sleeping in Dwayne’s bed, so find us another room,” he says after opening and shutting a door. I creep down the hall, feeling like an intruder. Carefully, I push open the next door, and it’s a huge bedroom.
“This has to be his,” I say.
“Nope. The one I opened was.”
I turn to him, my mouth agape.
“But this one is monstrous.”
He smiles. “Are you forgetting where we are?”
Padding into the vastness, I slip my shoes off. The floor has the plushest cream colored carpet, and everything is in its place.
The king size bed has four massive pillars coming up from it, and is cream, as well, with swirls of tan through it. It’s exquisite, resembling marble.
I stroll into the bathroom and gasp. There is a Jacuzzi tub and a generous glassed in shower with marble shining through.
Everett walks up from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. He showered before he picked me up, so I breathe in his alluring scent. His mouth brushes my ear, raising the hair on my arms.
“My creative mind is on overload. There are a number of perfect places to have my way with you,” he whispers. “But I should probably feed you first.”
After twisting around in his arms, I gaze into the eyes that are patterned with yearning and desire.
“I’m hungry for you. I can fix us dinner later, if you can wait.”
“Oh, I can wait.” His lips press softly to mine before he nibbles on my bottom one. “I’ll feed on you in the meantime.”
A warm mouth trails down my neck as he begins to unbutton my shirt. I let go, my head falling back, so his skilled lips and fingers can do their job.
My hands find his hips and grip the jeans tight for balance as the prickling sensations spread instantaneously through my being. Fingers drift down my stomach as he undoes the last button, and it causes me to suck in a sharp breath.
“Relax, Reese,” he murmurs as he slips one side over my shoulder. His mouth is placing kisses across my bare collarbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You’re irresistible, with your intoxicating scent …” he removes my shirt completely and then my bra, “and your killer body. Your skin feels like silk, so soft … creamy.”
When his hands begin to massage my breasts, I clutch his body tighter, finding it difficult to stand. He hoists me into his arms and carries me to the bed.
Dropping me to my feet, he hurriedly pulls the comforter back. I’m lifted and on my back promptly before he’s unbuttoning my jeans.
I watch him grapple for the ability to slow his hands. Taking a deep breath, he slowly drags my pants down my legs.
Sliding his hands up to the top of my thighs, he leans over and grazes his nose down my pelvis, his fiery mouth breathing heavily where I’m aching for him most.
“Fuck, Reese, your scent, your wetness … I’ve been going out of my mind waiting to eat your pussy, and I’m tasting all of it.”
His fingers dig into my legs, eyes tilting up at me with a carnal craving that seems to appear out of nowhere. My lungs are seized as I lie fastened to his gaze. I force the air out in one rushing breath.
“You’re shameless,” I say.
“And you love it.”
“How the hell does this side of you come and go?”
“You, Reese, bring it out of me. I can hardly control it when you’re near, and honestly, it’s freaking the shit out of me, but while I have you, we’re making the most of it. Enough talking.”
Everett begins removing his cl
othing. Without his awareness, his virile body is beckoning with its movements, muscles flexing and elongating.
It’s coaxing me to watch, to want to touch and lick every dip and curve of the ripples. Each smooth, iron like plane that graces his gorgeous body needs to be explored by my hands and tongue.
His long cock is flush against his stomach, and I feel a tingle in my lips. They want a taste, too.
“Everett, I want to touch you first.”
“No way.” His head snaps up at me as he pulls his socks off. “Are your hands going to get in my way? Please say yes.”
I’m baffled as I look to him. I thought he said I couldn’t touch him first. “Yes, they’re most definitely going to get in your way.”
That ruthless stare is back again, displaying the hunger simmering at the surface. His hands go to his hips as his eyes begin to take in the bed. He’s concentrating as he grabs hold of one of the posts at the end.
“Dwayne has such an ego. He would want this bed to look like a fucking castle. This damn thing is like a foot wide.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“I don’t have anything long enough that I can use to tie you to it.”
“Uh …”
“I’ll improvise,” he says before he treads to his bag across the room.
“What is that?” I ask, eyeing what’s in his hand.
“An industrial zip tie.”
“It’s not long enough.”
“Not for the bed, but it’s long enough to wrap around your wrists.” He sticks his free hand out. “Hand them over.”
“No.” My head is shaking, giving him a firm no. “I can’t get out of that.”
“Exactly.” He climbs onto the bed and stretches out next to me before he sets the tie between us. His fingers begin to tease my breasts. “Look how hard your nipple is getting.” He pinches and twists it a few times.
“Let go with me, Reese. Think of it like another game. You survived the one the other night. I’m earning your trust. Allow me to earn more of it, while making you feel incredible during the process.”
Leaning over, he swirls his tongue around the swollen peak before sucking it into his mouth. He doesn’t play fair. “I know there’s a part of you dying to experience it,” he adds.
“Bind me.”
Everett
“Bind me.” Her words have my dick raging harder, which I didn’t think was possible. I straddle her as she sticks her wrists out. Wrapping the zip tie around them, I pull it snug.
It’s not tight enough to hurt her, but she’s not getting out of it on her own, and that thought has me wanting to explode. She’s giving herself to me like no other woman has.
Reese assesses my work before I lay her arms over her head. “I told you I could keep up,” she says.
“Oh, baby, try to outdo me. I’m begging.” Swooping down, I capture her mouth, but I’m on a mission, so I don’t linger before I’m moving to her neck, working my tongue down to her silky chest.
These luscious tits were made to fit in my hands, and her nipples jut out as a passage for the pleasure I’ll give. My mouth plays with them, nipping and sucking, and the faint moans whispering from her lips have me looking forward the sounds to come.
“You don’t get what those moans do to me, Reese.” I’m groaning, the desperation to be closer to her inflamed by her erotic whimpers.
I travel to her smooth stomach, my tongue swirling around her navel. Her arms come down and hands grasp my hair. “Everett,” she says, moaning as she tugs.
Lifting my eyes, I stare at her bounded wrists in front of me, and damn, it’s such a turn-on.
“Arms over your head, Reese.” She pulls my hair harder on purpose and grumbles before she lifts them back up.
Dropping down between her toned thighs, I lift them over my shoulders. I feel her tense up in anticipation. “You’re safe with me, Reese, so trust that I’ll make you forget everything else.”
Her chest lifts high before she’s exhaling slowly, and I feel the tension leave her legs right before I’m opening her wide with my fingers.
Breathing in her luring scent, my eager tongue starts at her opening, the tip swirling languidly. She’s flinching and whimpering in an instant, driving me mad.
The forceful need for more imprisons me, so I thrust my tongue into her pussy while my fingers pull her farther open. She’s not going to last long as her sounds grow wilder and hips lift against me.
Slipping my fingers in, I move my mouth to her clit. She cries out the second my tongue meets it. With every stroke and circle, she’s pushing closer to the edge.
Her arms fly down again, but only far enough that she’s unable to reach my hair, so she swings them back over her head in frustration.
Reese doesn’t like to feel out of control, but she’s doing it for me, and I’m going to make sure she doesn’t regret it.
My fingers move faster, juices letting them slide right in and out. My tongue picks up speed, and when I suck on her clit, it’s her undoing.
“Yes, Everett!” Using my free hand, I yank her closer to me, holding my mouth to her body as she convulses against it. I’m dying to sink my throbbing cock between the muscles squeezing my fingers.
Moving over top of her, I hold myself up. Reese is fucking beautiful as she fights for air, trying to come back from her orgasm.
Her fair skin is a sweet shade of pink, and those long lashes are still flitting lightly. Barely, I skim my lips across hers.
“Smell and taste how intoxicating you are,” I murmur before brushing them against hers several times. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she tenses up again.
“Baby, let go. Taste your pussy on my tongue. Do it, Reese. Taste how sweet you are.” I plunge it back into her mouth, and she does what I asked of her, tongue tangling with mine, maneuvering aggressively, and fuck, I’m addicted. She’s addicting.
I drop onto her, and my fingers tangle into her lustrous, blonde hair. Clutching it tightly, I settle between her legs and thrust into her.
“You’re so damn warm inside.”
Her arms are over and around my neck in no time, pulling me even closer as we rock against each other. Green eyes gaze at me intensely, her hips thrusting upward, trying to send me over the edge.
It’s working as each rake across her scorching flesh brings me closer. She shuts her eyes and moans. “Reese, look at me and come. You’re so fucking gorgeous, and I have to witness it.”
Her eyes are half open as she stares into mine, sultry breath soothing my skin. I lift up, my fists digging into the sheets before I pull back and plunge into her deeply.
She loses control again, my name from her lips jolting me, and I couldn’t possibly hear it enough. I’m claimed by her release, unable to hold out any longer.
My fists close tighter, eyes snap shut, and immersed in her, my dick pulses in igniting pleasure. “Move your arms, sweetheart,” I say muffled through ragged breath after dropping back onto her, my face crowding her neck with heat.
She pulls them over my head, and I climb off. Going to my bag, I find the scissors I brought.
“Wow, you had really thought this through.” She gives me a lazy smile as her breathing begins to calm.
“Had Dwayne given me some notice, I would’ve come even more prepared.” Carefully, I slide the scissors around the tie before snapping it off.
Leaning over the bed, I drop them to the floor and fall next to her on my back. Reese scoots against me and places her hand on my chest.
“That was unreal. Best sex ever,” she says.
Grabbing her hand, I bring her palm up and kiss it.
“Yes, it was.”
***
Rolling over, I stretch my arm out and feel around before my eyes fly open. I’m alone in the bed. Glancing to the alarm clock, I see it’s eight-thirty. I’ve fallen asleep for at least a half hour.
After throwing on my boxer and jeans, I walk downstairs. The scent of something delicious fills my nose. When I
reach the kitchen, I come to a stop.
Reese is standing at the stove with her back to me, wearing my light blue shirt, her ass peeking out at the bottom.
“I thought something only smelled delicious.” She whips her head around and smiles. “But damn, you look good enough to eat … again.”
Blushing, she turns back.
“Dwayne is too generous. The fridge has lobster and filet in it. That’s like a once a year splurge for me. It’s too much.”
“He’s a good guy.”
“I can tell. I liked him instantly.”
Walking up behind her, I lift the shirt and see she’s wearing a lacy, white thong. I pin her between the stove. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks, squeezing around to face me. Taking a glimpse of her chest, I see she has the four buttons undone, and the swells of her breasts are exposed.
“Dammit, it’s going to be near impossible to refrain from burying myself in you all weekend.”
She plants her lips on mine, her arms wrapping snugly around my neck before her honey mouth parts. Our tongues collide and trace each other’s, every speck explored. The unhurried, erotic movements make my dick hard yet again.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I struggle to control myself. “I taste you on your tongue, and it has me dying to lick you again.”
“No one has ever spoken to me the way you do. It rattles me, but it’s a turn on at the same time. It makes me wet … all for you.”
“Fuck, baby.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she lightly pushes me. “I only brought a few pair of panties. You can’t mess them all up on the first night. Let’s eat.”
I give her a grin. “You’re more like me than you want to admit.”
Chapter Eighteen
Reese
Everett and I sit at a table on the round balcony. There’s a cool breeze, and I’m looking forward to seeing the view during the daylight. The city lights are thick below us and thin as they spread out for miles.
We eat our filet and vegetables and get to know each other in a non-sexual way while our hands and mouths are occupied.
“From examining Dwayne’s bike, I see you’re an artist.”
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