Man Candy

by Ingro, Jessica

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like you were trouble. I just... I can’t deal with another man tonight. Not after what happened earlier and then the Scott thing. I just want to be alone.”

  Well, I guess I wasn’t bringing up the incident at the hotel any time soon. If she wanted not to talk and spend some time by herself, I could allow that. At least I’d still have her close by.

  “You can still be alone at my house. I have an extra room and the guest bathroom has a big old tub. You can take a bath and pretend I’m not even there.”

  The thought of her in my house, naked in the bathtub sent heat rocketing through my body. Maybe this wasn’t as smart of a move as I initially thought.

  “You promise no funny business?” she asked with hesitation.

  “Promise.”

  We were almost all the way across town when she finally spoke again. I had almost convinced myself to just take her home with me, like Tanner likely would have done. Luckily I didn’t need to. “Okay. Under one condition.”

  “What’s that?” I glanced over at her and raised my eyebrow in question. On the outside I was cool as a cucumber. On the inside I was jittery as fuck that she was going to be sleeping in the room next door to mine all night.

  “If I decide I want to leave, you have to promise to take me home. I don’t want to have to argue with you or convince you. I just want you to stand up, grab your keys and say ‘Let’s go.’ Can you do that?”

  “It’s your prerogative. Just say the word and I’ll take you home.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Anything for you, Rissa.”

  *****

  She was fifty feet away—naked, wet, and covered in bubbles—and all I could think about was how good it would feel to finally discover what it was like to be deep inside her.

  I imagined myself slipping into the bathroom, undressing slowly while her eyes raked over my body, and then sinking in the tub with her. She’d climb into my lap before bringing her lips to mine. Our kiss would be hungry, both of us unable to get enough after all the almosts we’ve had.

  Her hips would circle, rubbing my cock against her clit and teasing us both. And then with a subtle shift, she’d have me right where she wanted me. Staring in her eyes, I’d grip her waist and plunge into her tight, wet heat. When we were finally joined together, everything would be as it should be.

  We’d move together in unison, drinking from each other. Our breaths would mingle as our tongues danced together. And when she came, her muscles clenching me would push me over the edge right along with her.

  A loud noise that sounded like bottles falling into the tub came from down the hall and had me jumping out of my chair.

  Shit.

  Pacing around the room, I willed my dick to go down before Rissa came out of the bathroom. The last thing I wanted was for her to know how aroused I got picturing her in the bath.

  A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I took a deep breath and figured there was nothing else I could do. At least at that point, I wasn’t as hard as I had been.

  When she emerged from the hall that thought was a distant memory and I was once again hard as a fucking rock.

  My eyes started at her hair, piled on top of her head and then took a slow journey down her body. She wore an old t-shirt of mine from the army. It was loose but not so loose that I couldn’t make out each delectable curve—from her pert breasts to her narrow waist and hips. It stopped mid-thigh, showcasing her world class legs that I couldn’t stop thinking about wrapped around my back. Ending at her pink toes, my eyes leisurely made the return trip back up, lingering on the way her nipples poked through the fabric.

  Good lord I was in so much trouble.

  “How was your bath?” I managed to say through the hazy fog she had me in.

  “It was good. Are you okay? You’re looking a little flushed.” She came up to me and put her hand on my face in a concerned manner.

  “I’m fine. Just a little warm that’s all. I’m... uh... I need to go see to something. I’ll be right back.” Like a fucking coward, I bolted down the hall into my bedroom and shut the door. How the fuck was I going to survive her sleeping here?

  Shit I had not thought this thing through very well at all. I was only a man after all and every man had his breaking point.

  I needed to take matters into my own hands. There was no other way I was going to be able to function if I didn’t.

  With a heavy sigh, I threw myself on the bed and pushed down my jeans and boxer briefs far enough to release my dick from its confines. Reaching into the nightstand, I grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it into my hand. Gripping my shaft, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Clarissa’s tiny hand wrapped around me. I groaned at how good it felt as I squeezed and stroked myself.

  When my fantasy Rissa lowered her head and took me in her mouth, my hips bucked and my head pressed into the pillow. Within seconds, I felt the pressure building at the base of my spine and spreading throughout my body. My toes curled, and I let out a low growl as I came on my stomach in a blinding rush.

  Feeling refreshed, if not a little embarrassed, I cleaned up quickly before I made my way out to the living room where I found Rissa, with a bowl of popcorn on her lap, in front of the television watching some show. Her legs were stretched out on my coffee table and crossed at the ankle.

  I wasn’t sure how much of a partially undressed Clarissa I was going to be able to take. My dick was stirring to life in my pants even after the workout I had just given it.

  Needing a drink, I grabbed a beer before I sat down next to her on the couch.

  “Seinfeld?” I asked when the show came back from commercials.

  “You said before that you liked it so...” she trailed off with uncertainty.

  “I do. Any word from Scott?” I took a handful of popcorn and popped a few pieces in my mouth. Scott seemed like the kind of conversation that could keep my mind off fucking her.

  “I texted him and told him to have his shit out of the house tomorrow by noon. He tried calling but I turned my phone off. I’m not ready to hear any excuses. I just want him to get his shit and get gone. I’m done being an idiot.”

  “Do you mind me asking why you stayed with him?” It had been one of the things plaguing my mind ever since I found out she was with a married man.

  She seemed to think about it for a moment before telling me, “I met him at a conference for work. We started talking and he seemed like a cool guy. It was just a day thing so when it was over, I gave him my number. He called a few times before I finally decided to go out with him. It was around the time of our sixth date when he took a call from Sheila. He admitted that he was married but that they were separating because things were so bad between them.

  “I had so much fun when I was with him and well let’s just say things were good between us, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was about three months later when I got a call from his wife and I learned he had been lying the whole time. We broke up for a while, but then he came back and told me he was leaving her for good and that he missed me.”

  “Sounds like a world class prick to me.” Not that her staying with him was any better but I could tell she was beating herself up enough over it. She didn’t need me judging her.

  “I can’t believe I was so dumb. You know I actually used to feel sorry for women like me for being weak and tying themselves to a married man. And then what do I do? I go and become one.”

  “Let me ask you this. Would you have dated him if you knew he was married from the get go?” I asked more out of curiosity than my need to make her feel better.

  “No, of course not. If he had his wedding ring on I would have probably had a superficial conversation with him and then moved on.”

  Good answer, sweetheart.

  “Then let’s place the blame on the asshole who wasn’t wearing his ring so that he could dupe a younger girl into caring about him.”

  “He used sex as a weapon too,”
she murmured.

  “What?”

  “He knew that he could get me to agree to just about anything when we were... you know. And he was really persuasive in getting me to that point,” she admitted with a sheepish smile.

  “I so didn’t need to know that but it does prove my point that he’s a manipulative bastard who isn’t good enough for you. So don’t feel sorry for yourself any longer. Feel sorry for his wife for being legally tied to his ass.”

  “Maybe,” she hedged. “I guess so. It still pisses me off that I was so sure that I found my happy ending only to discover that it was all a lie.”

  Angling my body on the couch so I was facing her, I cupped her jaw in my hand and my thumb ran back and forth on her cheek. Why couldn’t she see what was right in front of her? We would be so great together if she would only just give me a real chance. “You need to have a beginning in order to find the happy ending, sweetheart. I could be the beginning you’re looking for.”

  Her eyes closed and she pressed her head into my palm. “I want to believe that, Ben.”

  “You can believe it,” I whispered fiercely.

  “I don’t think I can. I’m not ready to.”

  “I know.” Unfortunately, I was all too familiar with her need to sweep us under the rug and pretend like it wasn’t happening.

  Leaning forward I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Pulling away slightly, I saw that her eyes were still closed so I kissed her again. This time when I went to move away her mouth sought mine out.

  I kept our kisses chaste and tender. Rissa had something else in mind. Her tongue touched my lips, seeking entrance. With a groan, I shifted her closer and gave her what she wanted.

  Using my hands in her hair, I tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss, loving the way she tasted on my tongue.

  Never breaking the kiss, she laid back on the couch, and her hands gripped my shoulders to pull me down over her. When my weight settled on her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her hips up to mine seeking out some much needed friction.

  Grinding into her heat, my hand lifted her shirt and skimmed up her skin. When I made it to her breast, my fingers pinched and rolled her nipple making her cry out against my lips.

  Needing the feel of skin on skin, I broke away and reached behind my back to pull my shirt off. Then gripping the hem of her shirt, I whipped it off over her head swiftly.

  One look at her perfect tits had my mouth watering in anticipation. My head descended and I took a nipple between my teeth, nipping and laving it with my tongue before moving on to the next one. Rissa’s hands gripped my head and held me to her as I worshipped her with all the pent-up lust I had for her.

  “Ben, please,” she panted. Her hips shifted restlessly under me signaling just what she wanted.

  Anxious to please her, my lips skimmed down her stomach only stopping when my tongue dipped in her naval making her squirm. I chuckled against her stomach when her hands tried pushing my head down even further. Such an impatient thing.

  Hooking my fingers in the boxers I let her borrow, I slowly slid them down her legs. I tossed them over my shoulders and gripped her thighs, spreading them wide for me. Such a pretty sight. She was soft, pink and so very wet.

  My fingers ran through her folds as I teased her with light kisses and nips on her inner thighs.

  “Ben, please,” she pleaded more desperately this time.

  Moving my mouth right where she needed it, I sucked her clit at the same time I thrust a finger inside her. Her tight walls gripped my finger as she screamed in pleasure. It was the sweetest fucking sound I had ever heard.

  Somewhere in the hazy recesses of my mind, I knew she was vulnerable and that we should probably slow down. I had no control over my body at that moment though. It was on auto-pilot and letting my baser instincts run the show.

  “Oh fuck, Ben,” she moaned when I eventually added a second finger.

  Her fingers threaded in my hair and yanked hard. I moaned against her skin and felt her pussy flutter under my attention.

  “Holy shit,” she cried out. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

  Crooking my fingers, I hit her g-spot and watched as she came apart with so much force her back left the couch and her nails clawed my scalp.

  While she came down, I placed gentle kisses on her thighs and stomach. I slowly made my way back up her body, circling my tongue around each nipple. When I got to her mouth, she lifted her head and captured my lips with hers. I growled when she sucked on my tongue. The very tongue that still tasted of her.

  I ground myself against her, needing to be free of my jeans so damn bad. I wanted to bury myself inside her and fuck her until I came just as hard as she did.

  As if reading my mind, Rissa fumbled with the buttons on my jeans as I continued to move against her. She finally got them opened and was wrapping her hand around my cock when my phone started ringing.

  “Ignore it,” she said against my lips.

  There was no way in hell I was going to answer the phone when she was doing this amazing little twisty thing around my cock. Continuing my assault on her mouth, I ignored the phone and focused on her magic hands.

  “Ben, please. I need you inside me.”

  This was such a turnabout from her behavior earlier, I pulled back and searched her face. What I saw there was lust, need and certainty. Knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her sent a bolt of electricity through my body. Fuck yes.

  “I need to get a condom,” I whispered regretfully, wishing I had my wallet with me.

  “Hurry.”

  I got up and as quickly as possible went to my bedroom. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand I headed back to where I knew Rissa would be sprawled out on the couch waiting for me.

  When I turned the corner and saw her there, the image I had had in my head was nothing compared to the actual sight of her naked and waiting for me. I felt like the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. She was the most perfectly beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she was about to be all mine.

  Standing in front of the couch, I started to strip my pants off. She watched me with rapt attention while biting her finger seductively. My jeans were on the floor and my boxer briefs were about to follow suit when my phone started ringing again.

  “Ignore it,” she repeated.

  I nodded my agreement, but when the phone stopped and then started back again, only to repeat, I had no choice but to pick it up and look at the caller id.

  Pushing up from where I kneeled in between her legs, about to roll the condom on, I pulled my boxers back up my legs. Cursing, I looked down at Rissa with regret. “It’s fucking Meredith.”

  “What the fuck is she doing calling you?” She propped herself up on her elbows and eyed me suspiciously.

  “Well my guess is you turned off your phone and you’re not home so she’s looking for you.” I thrust my phone at her.

  “Oh yeah,” she said sheepishly and answered it.

  I plopped down on the couch next to her and listened with one ear to Rissa talking with Meredith. She filled her in on what happened and why she was staying at my house. That’s when they began arguing.

  “It’s not necessary,” Rissa said firmly. “No really... It’s fine... Please don’t... I said no... Okay fine I’ll be ready in fifteen minutes.”

  That had my attention. “Where are you going?”

  “She insisted on picking me up and taking me to her place tonight.”

  “And you agreed?” I asked incredulously. Had I been imagining what we were just about to do together?

  “If I didn’t she would have come over and forced her way in anyway.”

  I refused to believe that. Meredith had been rooting for me, surely she wouldn’t intentionally cock block me. Would she?

  Fuck. She so would. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she and Tanner had concocted the idea up together.

  “Well fuck.” I grabbed my jeans off the floor and pu
t them on in jerky movements. I was beyond frustrated with the whole damn situation. I should have turned my damn phone off too. At least then we would have been able to have sex before Meredith barged in.

  “I’m sorry.” She stood and pressed her now t-shirt covered body against mine, wrapping her arms around my waist. “You know how she is. I couldn’t help it.”

  “I know.” I was still aggravated but having her willingly in my arms was going a long way towards taking the edge off my irritation.

  “How about you come over tomorrow night. Scott will be gone by then. I’ll cook you dinner and then we can do that again.” Her head tipped towards the couch highlighting what that was. I was down for more of that for sure.

  “Okay.” I pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “You better go get dressed. I’m not in the mood to deal with Meredith right now and you being naked under that shirt is giving me way too many ideas.”

  She giggled when I slapped her ass and then hurried away towards the guest bedroom.

  I scrubbed my hands down my face and took a deep breath. Looking down at my junk, I apologized for leaving it hanging—again. It didn’t seem too keen to accept it though.

  FIFTEEN

  I was on cloud nine when I got to Rissa’s house for our dinner date the next day. From where I stood, she was finally accepting that we were more than just friends and I was finally going to get to have her beneath me. It was perfect.

  What I wasn’t expecting to find when I pulled up to the house was her on the front lawn throwing things at a man and shouting so loudly I wouldn’t have at all been surprised that the neighbors were watching behind their curtains.

  Looked like Scott didn’t have all this things out by noon. Why wasn’t I surprised?

  I walked up the walkway and stood off to the side, wanting her to know I was there to support her while at the same time not getting involved where I shouldn’t. Neither of them acknowledged my presence, so I studied the man who was a jerk off if ever I’d seen one. Turned out Scott was, in fact, the older guy from the first time I met Rissa at the sandwich shop. He still didn’t impress me.