by Unknown
Jeff shook his head and pointed his bottle at Steve. “So says the married guy. I don't want to remember her name. What about you, Kyle? Kyle?” Jeff waved his hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention and failed. Jeff looked in the direction Kyle's eyes were trained and let out a long whistle of female appreciation. There, at the bar, was a golden brown haired beauty. Or at least the back of her was. She was trying to hike her heart shaped derriere up onto a high barstool and was failing miserably.
Everyone at the table was now watching the show. “How many tries ya think it'll take her to get up there?” Wylie asked.
“I don't know, but I'm gettin' a boner watchin'.” Jeff said.
Wylie pulled out his wallet and dropped a twenty on the table. “I bet you twenty bucks I can have her in bed in an hour.”
Kyle snapped his head in Wylie's direction, snatched the twenty, stood, took one more swig of his beer and smiled. “The hell you will.” He held the twenty up between two fingers and said, “But you can buy her a drink.” He dodged a peanut Wylie chucked at him and headed toward her. He looked back at the table. Wylie flipped him off and Jeff laughed.
* * * *
Damn, she was nervous. She realized too late, that wearing her black silk miniskirt with a thong, had been a bad idea. She felt the cool air hitting her bottom every time she tried to get on the stool. She also knew she had shared way too much of her Brazilian bikini wax with the patrons of Mack's Bar and Grill
Also, she noted wearing four inch heels to an establishment that had broken peanut shells littering the floor was a safety hazard.
“What'll ya have miss?” She stared at the bartender for a moment, distracted by his bushy eyebrows.
“Um ... I think I'll have a Midori Sour.” She needed the liquid courage to settle her nerves. The bartender put a napkin on the bar and left to make her drink.
She hadn't had the nerve to look for him yet. She had hoped maybe he would come to her. She glanced up into the liquor bottle covered mirror, trying to get a glimpse at the crowd behind her. She inhaled sharply. Half his face was visible right between two bottles of whiskey.
She tried to take a steadying breath, but only managed a small gasp. Mr. Orgasm, or almost orgasm according to her failed attempt the night before, was headed her way.
She licked her lips nervously, trying to think of something good to say to him. She wondered if he would recognize her and, if he did, would he still want to talk to her?
“Damn sweetheart, you're really pretty.” She heard from beside her.
Her heart kicked up a notch and she faced him full on. “Does that line usually work for you?”
He raised a brow and pointed a finger at her. “It's you.”
“Yes, and it's you.” She didn't know if this was a good thing or not. Then he sat down on the stool next to her. His knee grazed her bare thigh as he sat down, sending a chill through her. She licked her lips and played with the corner of the napkin.
“You're the woman from the back of the bus.”
“And you're the man who made me crash.” It was out of her mouth before she realized what she'd said. She clamped her hand over her mouth as her face heated.
He chuckled. “You're really cute when you do that. You did that in the car too.” His nostrils flared and his face grew serious. “I'd love to see what else makes you blush.”
At that, she'd just about melted to the floor. She realized he was dead serious. She wanted to find out too. God, it had been over a year since she'd had sex and she knew he was offering. She'd be damned if she didn't want to take him up on it. She wanted to feel every inch of her body covered by this man. She wanted to be taken, ravaged and left barely able to move. If he asked her to leave with him, she knew she wouldn't be able to say no. “Maybe you'll get to find out.” She glanced down taking notice of his very there, right-in-your-face erection. She swallowed hard, trying to focus. Her face heated even more. So much so her ears were hot. She glanced up and his look said, “What are you going to do about it.”
The bartender approached setting her drink down. “That'll be four-fifty, miss.”
She opened her clutch to pay the man, but Kyle slapped a twenty down on the bar. “I've got it Mack.” Mack took the money and left to make change.
Laine took a sip of her drink letting the cool sting of the liquid calm her. One, two, three more sips she looked down and realized she'd finished it. The ice clinked in her empty glass. The cherry was at the bottom wedged under an ice cube. She turned up the glass a little too high and a little too fast, sending ice cubes flying. She caught the cherry with her teeth, but several cubes escaped, sending one down in-between her breasts. The shocking cold in a very warm place, had her frantic.
“Pugh.” The cherry flew from her mouth smacking Kyle on the cheek. “Holy crap, that's cold.” She slammed the glass on the bar and dug for the slippery cube. She didn't care who saw, including Kyle.
He laughed and wiped his cheek with a napkin. “I could help you with that.”
“I bet you could.” She finally snagged it out from under her left breast, a little too late. Her nipples were now standing at attention.
His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment. His jaw ticked, sending a bloom of heat between her thighs. He looked into her eyes. “Laine, do you think we could go someplace private?”
She hadn't told him her name yet and she wondered how he'd known, but didn't question it. “I think so. Your place or mine?”
“Is yours close?”
“It's about twenty minutes from here.” He snagged her by the hand and pulled her toward the door. She almost fell trying to keep up with him. Outside, he backed her up against the brick wall and his lips took hers in a demanding kiss. She was overwhelmed by his unique flavor, beer and him, masculinity in its rawest form. It was a heady feeling being ravaged by this animal of a man. One she didn't want to give up.
He broke the kiss “Which car is yours?” She pointed to it and he walked her over. “You sure you want to do this?” His forehead rested on hers. His breath fanned her face, intoxicating her.
“Yes.” He backed off long enough to let her open the door. She sat in the driver's seat gasping for breath. Nervousness had her stomach doing flip-flops. All of this was so surreal; she couldn't believe she was about to take this man home. Isn't that the exact thing I came here for?
She took a deep breath, blew it out and turned the ignition. She rolled the window down and she was face to crotch. Somehow, it appeared even larger up close. His huge erection bulged against his jeans. She stared for a moment, then swallowed hard and said. “Follow me.”
He bent down, taking her mouth in another dominating kiss. A-curl-your-toes-and-leave-you-breathless kind of kiss. Their tongues danced in a sensual duel. If nothing else, the man can kiss.
“I'm Kyle, by the way. I didn't know if you remembered from the other day, I think you were still out when I told you my name.”
She must have been, she decided. Because up until Julie used her magic fact-finding skills, she'd thought his name was Pete. Of course now that she noticed, he was wearing a navy blue shirt with Kyle embroidered on his massive chest. Wearing a shirt the day of the accident would've helped. Of course, then she might not have had the accident in the first place.
As she drove with his headlights in her mirror, the butterflies seemed to triple in her stomach. Nerves warred with need. Her mother would be horrified by her behavior. Bringing home a man she'd just met and not only bringing him home, but, also having sex with him.
Being a classy lady didn't involve one night stands, but she'd give up her class for one fabulous evening with Kyle.
That's all it would be, too. One scrumptious night. After the fiasco with David, there was no way she wanted a relationship with anyone. He'd said and done all the right things. He'd proposed, helped plan the wedding and then, quite literally, left her standing at the altar. So no, no relationships loomed in her future.
She pulled in her
drive, punched in the gate code and pulled up to her house. Her house the five thousand square feet her parents left to her when they retired. She'd thought of selling it, but couldn't it was her childhood home. The only home she'd ever known. It would be interesting to see him lying in the white lace and satin covered canopy bed. She imagined his room would be dark and masculine, maybe navy blue or brown. She pulled into the four car garage and used a remote to open a door for him. He was out of his truck in a heartbeat, but she noticed a grim expression on his face as he approached her.
“This is some place you've got here. You live here by yourself?” He asked looking around, gesturing with his chin.
She noticed he seemed a bit nervous, not at all the same man who'd kissed her senseless only twenty minutes ago. He had his hands in his pockets and his erection had gone down. Maybe she should have pulled in the servant's entrance and taken him to the guest quarters. It was a much smaller house, but chances were that Maria would be home. She opened the door leading into the house and turned to face him. “Can I get you something to drink? A beer or wine perhaps?”
“No thanks.” They walked into the massive kitchen he looked around and whistled. “Wow, I've never seen a kitchen like this in a house. You could run a restaurant in here.” He looked around and ran his hand over the marble counter top.
She started to think they weren't going to be intimate now that he was intimidated by her wealth. He wasn't the first one to act like this, and probably wouldn't be the last. “Should we head to the bedroom?” This isn't awkward.
He stopped looking around and stared straight into her eyes. “Lead the way, sweetheart.” Good; she was glad to see the feral look back in his eyes. She was so sexually charged she wouldn't need batteries to get her off tonight. She did have a case of bunny batteries in the trunk. Just like the rabbit in the commercial, she wanted her vibe to keep going and going.
They walked the long hallway to the master suite, passing through the private den, with a bar and a kitchenette. She watched Kyle's expressions. He seemed to be interested in every detail, looking around in awe. She supposed if this were the first time she'd seen a home like this, she'd be in awe too. But, all she wanted him to focus on was her. She cleared her throat, dragging his eyes back to her. “Here's my bedroom.” She waved her hand like she was showcasing it to him.
He took her hand, leading her to her bed. “You're sure you want this?”
“Sex?” She nodded her head. “Yes. I want to have sex with you.” That was all she could offer him. All it would be is a one night stand. It would be just one night of pure unadulterated lust.
“That's the exact answer I wanted to hear, sweetheart.” He cupped the back of her head, pulling her to meet his lips. She went eagerly, wanting to feel those soft masculine lips all over her body. This kiss was a direct contrast to the previous kisses. It was gentle, almost polite, exactly what she didn't want. She stabbed her fingers into his short black hair, grabbed what she could and tried to deepen the kiss. Tasting his unique spicy flavor was like a drug that had her entranced. She was ready to explode.
No matter what he did, it wouldn't take her long to come. He could recite the alphabet and have her creaming her panties.
He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. He gave her a quick kiss to her lips, then to her jaw, and down her neck. He feathered kisses just below her ear, gooseflesh rising all over her over-sensitized body. She couldn't help the breathy moans that escaped her lips. His gentle assault on her neck was torture. She needed him inside her now. She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, trying to get skin to skin. With her eyes closed, all she could do was experience it. His tongue danced on her neck, while his hands massaged her ass. His breathing spiked and she heard the wet noise of his kisses.
“You're so damn sexy,” he said, as he nibbled her earlobe. His long fingers slipped between them, helping her with the buttons. He made quick efficient work of them, letting the garment fall to the floor. He backed off and said, “Such pretty breasts.” He popped the front clasp with two fingers, spilling her ample globes into his hot palms. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, then took each pebbled berry into his mouth. He laved each one, sucking them to hard points.
Her clit hardened, begging to be touched. “Please, Kyle.”
“Please, what?” He asked around a nipple. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing, but at the same time she wanted to grab him by the ears and redirect his head south.
“Please touch me, please touch my clit.”
One warm hand left her breast, his fingertip slowly grazed her abdomen, she gasped, the sensation making it worse.
She knew as soon as he touched her, she would explode. He hiked her skirt up, snatched her thong to the side and slid two fingers along the bare seam of her pussy.
“Mmm, oh that feels so good.”
“Come for me, Laine.” His thumb made rapid circular movements on her clit and she exploded, flying apart in his arms. Her legs shook, threatening to buckle, if not for the arm around her waist, she would have fallen flat on her ass.
When she came back to earth and her eyes rolled back down, she noticed he was still fully dressed. She snatched the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up toward his head. “It's not fair for you to stay dressed while I'm half naked.”
* * * *
Kyle was doing all he could not to come in his jeans. She was so fucking beautiful when she came. Her pale pink nipples beaded even harder. Her skin flushed a pretty rose color, her muscles quivered; her moans had just about made him look like a teenage boy. He was seconds from joining her in ecstasy. Her pussy had been so slick and hot, he'd wanted to dive right in.
He knew he wouldn't last very long, not the first time anyway. He planned to make love to her all night.
He'd never really been in a relationship before, but he was willing to give it a try. Of course, he hadn't expected the woman of his dreams would be rich. So rich in fact, that she could fit his house inside her kitchen. That's not intimidating at all.
“Take off your pants.” She unbuckled his belt and flicked open his button. He took over, his zipper making a rasping sound. His cock sprang free into her hands. It took all of his control not to come in her hands. He did his times tables, he thought about mowing the grass, he thought about doing his taxes, anything to make it to her sweet pussy. The musky smell of her arousal permeated the air, charging him.
She backed away from him and slid her skirt down the long expanse of her legs. The black heels she still wore made them even longer. He imagined taking her from behind, her legs spread, heels on, in nothing but her little scrap of a thong. He noticed her eyes bulge at the sight of him. She flushed a pretty pink color and her nostrils flared. She eyed the bead of pre-come and licked her lips, but he knew he'd never last in her mouth. She stroked his shaft torturing him. “Dammit, baby, I don't want to come in your hands.” She stopped stroking him.
“I don't want you to come in my hands either. I want to feel you inside me.” He toed off his boots, kicked off his jeans, and donned a condom in seconds. He backed her to the bed, laid her down, positioned himself at her entrance and slid in one unbearable inch at a time. “Damn, your tight baby,” he said through clenched teeth. She locked her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, spurring him on. His thrusts were jerky and halting. He was just a few seconds away from coming. Two times two is four. Two times three is ... I don't give a damn.
He felt her pussy visegrip him, her orgasm washing over both of them. He pumped a few more times and let go, coming in jerky spurts.
“You're amazing, baby.” He rested his forehead against hers. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, both out of breath, both satiated for the moment. He caught his breath and rolled off of her, pulling her to rest on his chest. God, he could get used to this. He didn't want to, but he had to get up to dispose of the condom. “Which one of these doors is the bathroom?” He stood looking at two walls and three doors. He di
dn't want to look like an idiot walking into a closet.
“Second door on the right, but hurry back I'm still horny.” She stretched out on her bed, giving him an incentive to return quickly. Damn, he knew she'd be a wildcat in bed. And, she was definitely not a Minivan. But, then the thought of her being one didn't really matter one way or the other. He just wanted to be with her tonight.
Eternal_Bliss
CHAPTER FOUR
Laine couldn't believe her luck. Kyle had been amazing in bed both times. God, she didn't realize she could come that many times. Usually it was just once not three times. He seemed to have a magic touch that shattered her. Mr. Orgasm was definitely the right name for him.
Too bad she wouldn't be able to see him again. She should ask him to leave, but he'd fallen asleep the last time he'd climaxed. She really should wake him and make him leave, but he looked so tired. She didn't want to be responsible for a crash.
She'd seen David, her ex-fiancé, drive tired too many times. He was a Neurologist for crying out loud, he should have known better. Just the thought of David made her ill, sending a chill through her. The man she'd trusted with her heart, the man who had crushed her, leaving her a broken mess standing at the altar alone. She looked over at Kyle again and no, she wouldn't be able to see him again. She got up, pulled on her silk robe and padded to the kitchen for a bottle of water and to think.
She grabbed a bottle from the fridge and plopped down on the plush sectional in the media room. She took the remote from the glass table, turning the television on. She giggled remembering the night before. Just out of curiosity, she checked the size of the batteries in this remote. Removing the cover she sighed, both were AA not AAA. She slid the cover back on and flipped through the channels. “Nothing but infomercials and old movies.” She switched it off. The last thing she wanted to see was another damn infomercial. She sat taking sips of water wondering when and how to wake Kyle. This was foreign to her; even David would leave after sex. He never stayed more than thirty minutes. The hospital was always the excuse he'd use, but she felt like it was more a personal thing. “Damn, I have got to stop thinking about him.”