The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  “Katherine?” I say softly walking over to her.

  “Hmmm?” she hums but doesn’t move.

  “It’s over, Kat. Time to get up and get dressed.” I reach out to help her up, but I pull my hand back. Can’t touch her. Not right now. Not while the memories of me fucking her are still so fresh in my mind.

  She lays on her back and her eyes are closed shut. Her long dark hair is now out of her ponytail and has that just-fucked look from the massage therapist running her hands all over her scalp. It makes my hands itch to touch her. Her lips are parted as she breathes calmly, and it makes my lips tingle to know the taste of them.

  “Katherine?” I say a little louder, aggravated that she’s having this effect on me.

  Her eyes open slowly and she gives me a lazy smile. “That was amazing.” She lifts her right hand, reaching out for me.

  I swallow nervously but take her hand in mine. Her other arm comes across her chest in order to keep her sheet up as she sits. “I think I fell asleep at one point.”

  I chuckle. “Glad it relaxed you.” It did nothing for me but make me horny as fuck.

  “Oh, it did just that.” She smiles.

  I stand there looking down at her as I continue to hold her hand. What I wouldn’t give that sheet to fall. To give me a glimpse of those tits that she’s hiding. I’ve always been a boob man. The bigger, the better. They make my mouth water.

  “Uh…” she says looking around the now empty room.

  I drop her hand. “I’ll leave so you can get dressed,” I say not wanting to make this situation awkward. She said it did the job. I’d hate to ruin it for her because of my cock getting hard for her. That would be a shame.

  “Thanks so much, ladies,” I say to Terri and the other one, I can’t remember her name. She’s new. I come and get a massage once a month and I’ve only ever seen her one other time.

  “It was our pleasure,” Terri says with a flirty smile. She’s cute. She’s the true meaning of girl next door if you ask me. She’s short with a cute round face. Her glasses make her look even cuter. But I don’t find myself attracted to her in that way.

  “So. What is up with you and the woman?” she asks.

  “Good friends,” I say not going to go into any detail about my situation with Katherine. Hell, I don’t even know what it is. I’ve never brought a girl here with me before. But she’s different. She needed it. And I feel like I owed her something for all the shit I had caused her.

  I turn around when I hear the door to our room open. Katherine comes out in her yoga pants and tank top on. She gives us a lazy smile. One that I imagine she gives when she’s had too much to drink. It’s adorable.

  “Thank you,” she says to the women and then walks toward the front door as I follow after her.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed that,” I say as I pull out of the parking lot.

  “It truly was amazing.” She sighs. “Thank you.” She lays her head back on the headrest and closes her eyes.

  I take the chance to readjust my still very hard cock and then reach over to turn up the radio. I need some tunes to drown out my own thoughts.

  *****

  KATHERINE

  I don’t know what it is, but I’m horny as hell. It could be the fact that a woman just rubbed oil all over my body. My head is clear. And my body feels like it’s floating on clouds. I wish I could feel this way all the time. But that’s not life. Real life stresses you out, makes you cranky, and gives you a headache. But as he pulls up to my house and I get out of his truck, I feel like there’s still a piece of me that needs a release. Needs to be massaged. The question is—should I take that chance with Parker? Should I make that step with him? I don’t really know why not. He’s a player and we both know that. So what if we have sex one time? What could it hurt? So what if he never talks to me again? Half the time I can’t stand him anyway. Right? Right!

  He walks to me to my door as if he’s a true gentleman. I walk into the house and stop to turn to face him. “Coming in?” I ask. I’ll let him make the decision. Either he wants to or he doesn’t. His call.

  “Coffee?” he asks with a smile.

  I shake my head and the smile drops off his pretty face. “I’m out of coffee at the moment,” I say softly as I allow my eyes to look him up and down.

  He takes a step toward me and places his big hands on my hips. They dig into my skin and it makes my legs tighten. “So, what are you offering me?” His voice has dropped to a seductive, deeper tone. It makes me shiver.

  “What would you like?” I ask biting my bottom lip. God, I feel so good right now. Almost a high. Like a Eucalyptus high. Maybe that’s what it is. That scent got into my system and has fucked me up.

  “You.” The simple word has never sounded so good.

  “I’m right here,” I say with a flirty smile. “Come and…” His lips are on mine before I can even finish the sentence. He reaches back and slams the front door shut. Then his hands are back on my hips. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his hips as I dig my hands into his soft hair. He takes a few steps and then falls down onto the couch. I straddle him as I pull away long enough to reach down and lift his shirt up over his head. I run my nails down his glorious smooth chest and he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back as he hisses in a breath. He places both of my wrists in one of his large hands and then yanks my tank top down with his free hand. “These tits are fucking perfect,” he growls, and I throw my head back and moan when I feel his lips touch my nipple.

  Rollin never liked my boobs. I was always small—a small A to be exact. One day I had mentioned getting a boob job, and Rollin said absolutely not. He wouldn’t be with a fake bitch. My friend, Renee, brought me home two weeks later from the hospital. I had got them done and hadn’t told him I was gonna do it. He was pissed, but I didn’t care.

  He releases my wrists and I reach up and run my hands roughly through his hair. “Fuck me,” I beg. My body aches for him. I grind my hips against his hard cock as I try to get some sort of friction.

  He places his hands in my hair and pulls my face to look him in the eyes. “Tell me in French.”

  I smile at that thought as well. Rollin hated when I spoke in French. “Baise-moi,” I whisper before leaning into him. I run my tongue along his lips and speak softly. “Se il vous plaît me baiser,” I beg.

  I squeal as he stands from the couch, his hands on my ass and I wrap my legs around his hips once again. His lips are back on mine and I place my hands out to make sure we don’t run into any walls. “End of the hallway,” I say quickly before my lips are back on his.

  We go crashing through my bedroom door, and he slams me down onto the bed. He pulls away from my lips and yanks my yoga pants down. It’s a little harder to get them off than usual considering my legs were just rubbed down with oils, making me a little sticky.

  He crawls on top of me and his lips attack mine once again. I reach down between our bodies and push his sweatpants down his hips. I grab a hold of his hard cock and he jerks away.

  I pull my lips away from his and look up at him. “What?” I ask as I start to stroke him.

  “I’m…” I squeeze him tighter and his body jerks once again. He reaches down and grabs my wrists. His other hand grabs my free hand and he pins them both down by my head. “You make me nervous.” He chuckles.

  I arch an eyebrow. “Afraid I may hurt you? Maybe I like my sex rough.” I softly bite into my bottom lip. I do. God, do I like it rough.

  His hands squeeze my wrists to the point it causes pain and I arch my back up off the bed as I suck in a deep breath.

  He buries his head into my neck and sucks on it before biting into it. “God,” I cry out as my hard nipples press against his hard chest.

  “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you,” he growls, rocking his hips. “And I know you’ve been dreaming of it, too.” He releases my wrists. I reach for him, but he sits up, grabs my hips, and flips me over. I arch my ass up in the air as I hear him rip open a c
ondom. I see the empty wrapper fly to my floor out of the corner of my eye and then see his pants fall to the floor as well.

  His positions himself behind me and his knees push my legs further apart, causing my thighs to stretch in the most delicious way. This time it’s me who jumps when his fingers run up and down my soaked pussy.

  He places his hand in my hair and pulls my head back. Then I feel his breath on the side of my face. “Just how rough do you like it?” he asks. I go to speak, but my breath gets taken away when he pushes a finger into me roughly. I rock against it, but he pulls it back and then thrusts in two fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

  I moan as he pulls them out then I feel the tip of him start to push into me. I push back causing him to slide in a little further.

  He places his head on my back and lets out a heavy sigh as I rock my body back and forth needing more each time. Loving the feel as his cock stretches me to the point it stings.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “That pussy feels so good.” He growls once he’s all of the way in. I go to get up on my hands when his arm comes around and grabs a hold of my neck. He pulls me fully up on my knees as he kneels behind me. His hand tightens around my neck and I reach up to grab his wrist to try to pull it away, but his other hand finds its way to my clit. He pinches it between his two fingers and I gasp.

  He lowers his head down to my ear and he breathes heavily. “I can do rough, baby.”

  With that, he lets go of my neck and shoves my face down onto the comforter. He grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He holds me down as he pushes them into my back and I cry out. “Is this what you want?” he demands as he pulls back and then slams into me.

  “Yes,” I pant. “Fuck me.”

  He growls as he repeats the motion. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm. I push back against him as he fucks me. Each thrust harder than the one before. Each thrust hitting a new spot and making my body tighten. It feels good. He feels good, but it won’t be enough. I know my body, and I know what I need to get off. And this isn’t it. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel amazing. His hands on me. His body slapping against mine. The sweat and lotion making our bodies even more slippery.

  He lets go of my wrists and I place my hands in front of me and onto the headboard. I push on it helping myself stay in place so he can pound me harder.

  He slaps my ass and I moan as I dig my head into the comforter.

  He leans down over my body and speaks into my ear. “Come,” he orders and I try not to roll my eyes. Why men think we can come on demand is beyond me. Seriously, if all I needed was a single word to get off, I would lie in bed and say come, bitch.

  But instead of saying this, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and moan a little louder. Dig my hands into the sheets. I might as well fake it and stroke his ego. I mean my pussy is already stroking his cock. He comes shortly after I fake it. He moans and grunts as his body jerks, allowing his release inside the condom.

  I get up after he finishes and walk to the bathroom. I use the restroom and clean myself up before I walk into the bedroom with a washcloth. I throw it to where he lies on the bed for him to clean himself up as well.

  He leans up with a satisfied smirk on his face as he starts to clean his now soft dick off. “So, how was it?”

  I place my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. What kind of guy asks you how it was afterward? A guy like Parker. A douchebag.

  “What?” He looks up to me with a frown.

  “I’m walking, aren’t I?” I question and his frown deepens.

  “You didn’t enjoy it?” Boy, this has to be hurting his ego. “You…”

  I smile softly. “It was good,” I assure him. It was great, but you don’t need to know that.

  “Good?” he asks mouth open. “How do you call that good?”

  I go to open my mouth, but he speaks first. “God, the next thing you’ll say is you faked it.” He sighs heavily and I bite my bottom to hide my smile.

  “You faked it?” he asks, throwing the towel into the corner of my room.

  “It’s not you,” I assure him. I’m not gonna lie to the man. I might have pretended during sex, but if he’s gonna ask outright, I’m not gonna mislead him.

  “Why would you do that?” he asks in disbelief.

  I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes drop to my still naked breasts. “You told me to come. No woman can come on demand. I didn’t wanna make you feel bad,” I say with a careless shrug.

  “Make me feel bad? I can’t believe you’re fucking serious,” he says sitting up straight in my bed.

  “It’s not that big of a deal,” I say rolling my eyes.

  “So, you do this often then? Fake it?” he questions, his dark brown eyes wide in surprise.

  “Sure.” We can say that.

  “Then why do you even have sex?” he asks as if the fact that I don’t get off every single time is confusing as hell to him.

  “I don’t have to get off to enjoy sex,” I state and it’s true.

  “Then what the fuck is the point in having sex?” he asks running his hand through his hair. Poor guy. He’s completely thrown off.

  I reach down and pick his black sweatpants up off the floor. I toss them onto my bed and he catches them. “I’m not going to stand here and explain my sex life to you.” Just because I allowed him to fuck me doesn’t give him the right to ask me personal questions. I reach down and grab his shirt. I throw it at him and it hits him in the face.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, and I can tell his anger is rising by the tone of his voice.

  “Helping you get dressed.”

  “Are you kicking me out?” His eyes widen.

  “Did you want to stay?” I ask carelessly. I would prefer him to leave. I have a lot of things to do today.

  “Can I see you tonight?” he asks as he throws my covers off him and gets out of bed.

  “Sure,” I say slowly, regretting the word as it leaves my mouth.

  He laughs. “Don’t sound so excited,” he jokes as he places his pants on.

  “Don’t sound so desperate,” I reply back making the tips of his soft lips turn up.

  He walks up to me and presses his still naked chest against mine. His hands grab my face and he places his lips on mine. He gives me one long, sweet kiss before he pulls away and places his shirt over his head before he walks out of my house.

  CHAPTER TEN

  PARKER

  I’ve never had a problem getting a woman off before. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. I pride myself on knowing the female body. I know that every woman is different, but usually it’s not hard to find out what they like and don’t like. But Kat is different. She completely throws me off. One second she’s a total bitch, and then the next, she’s offering up her body to me. And I sure as hell wasn’t gonna turn her down. I fucking wanted her. Hell, I want her again. A man needs to feel like a fucking man. For me, that’s in the bedroom. Dominating a woman’s body. Making her body tremble and scream uncontrollably. That’s what I want from her. That’s what I need to do to her. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do tonight.

  She wanted me to leave. I got that. She got what she wanted and she wanted me out; we are more alike than I originally thought. But she also said I could see her tonight. And I have a little surprise for her. Well, actually it’s a big surprise.

  I laugh at myself as I open up the bottle that I got from a friend up at work. Kat needs a little bit more from me than I’ve ever had to give before. And this little blue pill is gonna help me get that job done.

  I swallow it back and slam back the glass of water and head to the kitchen to put the glass in my sink when I hear my cell ringing back in my bedroom. I take off in a mad dash causing Puss Puss to hiss when I accidently step on her tail. “Sorry,” I yell over my shoulder as I round the corner to my room.

  I jump onto my bed and reach over to my nightstand to retrieve my phone. “Hey?” I say
when I see it's Kat.

  “Hey, Parker,” she says in a rush. “I have to cancel on us tonight.”

  Fuck… “No.”

  “Sorry. I got called into work. They’re shorthanded and need me. I’m on my way in now. Maybe another time?”

  Shit! “I…”

  “I’m pulling into the hospital garage now. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.” Click!

  “Fuck me!” I curse throwing my phone down. “Now what?” I ask myself aloud.

  I sit up to see Puss Puss jump up on my bed. She spreads her legs and starts licking her pussy. “Show off,” I mumble. If only men were capable of that, we wouldn’t need women. Ever. Now that is the type of world I would love to live in.

  I fall back down onto my bed and throw my arm over my face. I wonder how long I have for this shit to kick in?

  *****

  I sit on the end of my bed and hang my head as my heart races. I just jacked myself off, for the third time, and my cock is still rock hard. “Fuck me!” I breathe as I fall back onto my bed. Jacking yourself off is not the same as fucking a woman. I need the kissing, the touching, and the passion. I need to feel a woman underneath me, above me. All over me. And no matter how much I close my eyes and imagine it, it’s just not the same.

  Who do I know that has taken Viagra? Who could I call for some advice? I reach over, grab my phone, and dial Slade’s number.

  “What’s up, man?” he asks after the second ring.

  “I have a problem,” I announce.

  He chuckles. “Just the one?”

  “This is serious.” I snap before taking a deep breath. “I took a Viagra and now….”

  His laughter coming through the phone cuts off what I was about to say. “Slade?” I demand. “This isn’t a laughing matter. I’ve jacked off three times, and it won’t go away.”

  His laughter grows and I hear Sam in the background asking what is so funny. His laughter starts to die down as I hear a door close. “Why in the fuck would you do that? Seriously, Parker? Having a problem getting it up already?”