by Lily Evans
I pull my leg from between her thighs, knowing she can’t support her own weight. She sags and I catch her, clasping her tightly against my chest. I lift her chin and capture her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, my tongue deep in her hot mouth where I wanted and knew my dick would be in a matter of moments.
“Now suck my dick.”
She drops to her knees without protest.
“See jeans were a good choice for tonight.” I stroke the top of her head. “I wouldn’t want your pretty, little knees to get scraped on the hard ground.”
She quivers beneath my hand. As she closes her right hand around my cock my knees nearly buckle. She strokes me hard a couple of times before burying her face between my legs and running her tongue down the crease of my crotch. Her hair slides sensually over my jutting cock as she gathers it in her hand, she slowly winds it around my cock. She wraps her hand over her hair and my cock and glides up and down my length.
“Does that feel good, baby?” She practically purrs as my cock swells in her hand.
I suck in a shallow breath. “Damn good.” A bead of sweat trickles down from my hairline. “Suck it, baby.”
Her breathing is uneven as her tongue flicks out to capture the drop on the tip before opening her mouth wide and immediately sucking me deep. Deeper and deeper still until my cock is against the back of her throat. Her tongue laves and swirls, circling the ridge around the crown, pressing in and out of the slit on the tip.
I bury my hands deep in her hair, holding her head steady while she takes my balls in her soft palm, squeezing, rolling, and weighing them until they start to draw up tight against my body as she slurps my cock wetting it with her saliva and swallowing it again.
She sucks on me, nibbles on me, licks me. My head falls back on my shoulders. God, can she suck a mean dick. “Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
I grab her hair and push my cock deep, nearly groaning as her throat works around the head. “Now hurry it up so I can get you home and fill your sweet pussy with my dick.”
“Hmm…” she grips the base of my cock with her tiny hand and bobs her head up and down, her nostrils flaring, and high-pitched pants coming from between her lips and my cock.
I’m close; my ragged breathing betrays me. “Deep, Nina,” I growl after a few deep breaths. “Suck me deep, Nina.” I stroke her shoulder. “Later I’m going to fuck your hot cunt with my big dick.” Her hair hangs around her face hiding her emotions. I gather it in one fist and twist until her face his visible. She looks up through her lashes, her eyes wide, her face flushed and I’m done. The sight of her hallowed out cheeks and swollen lips glistening with saliva do it for me.
I come with a guttural groan, the hot spurts of my come slide down her throat and she doesn’t stop until every last drop is accounted for.
I let my spent cock slide from her mouth. “Your place or mine?”
“Ours.”
“Perfect.”
I stuff my cock into my jeans and put my arm around her shoulder. We walk to the curb and I hail a cab.
She snuggls against my side, squirming on the seat.
“What are you doing?” I put my forefinger beneath her chin and lift her face so I can see her expression.
“I’m dying to come again,” she says in a loud whisper.
I look up with a grin when the cab driver clears his throat loudly. We lock eyes in the rearview mirror and I raise one eyebrow. He turns away and I swear I can see a slight redness in his cheeks.
Tension is rampant in the backseat of the cab. Her arousal, as well as mine, is readily apparent in the confines of the small, enclosed space.
I thrust my hand between her legs and tap rhythmically against her pussy. “When we get home I’m going to burn every pair of pants and jeans you own.”
She pulls back. “You wouldn’t dare!” I can’t help but smile at the shocked look on her face.
I press my lips to her ear. “If I have my say, you’ll never cover your delicious cunt again.” I thrust my tongue into her ear and swirl it around before gently biting on her lobe.
“We’re here,” the driver calls over his shoulder.
We scramble out of the cab and rush toward our apartment, falling in the door once it’s unlocked.
I push her up against the wall, rip at the button of her jeans, and shove them down at the same time she’s working at my fly and releasing my cock.
She loops her arms around my neck and practically crawls on my body to wrap her legs around my waist. I reach between us to slide my fingers between her swollen labia and groan aloud at the thick cream that greets my fingertips. “Thank the lord.”
“I told you I was horny.” The fingers of her left hand bite into my shoulder while her right hand guides the head of my pulsing cock to her slick opening. “I need your cock.”
“You’ve got it.” I lean my forehead against hers. “You weren’t kidding, love.” I sigh as her velvety channel swallows my weeping cock hungrily.
I grip her hips and lift and lower her over my hard dick, her head thrown back, her lower lip caught enticingly between her teeth and soft squeaks huffing out as I slide her up and down my dick.
“I’m too…” she murmurs. “I can’t take much more.”
“Come, baby,” I give her permission. My skin feels stretched taut over my cheeks as her pussy grips me tight with the fluttery pulses of her muscles as she starts to let go. I place my left hand under her ass to give her more leverage and lean in pressing her against the wall and my chest. My lips wrapped around her throat and my teeth sink into the tendons as I suck her sweet taste into my mouth.
“Let go, Nina.” I hold her still and thrust deep. Reaching between our sweaty bodies, I flick her clit with the tip of my finger and she gasps, thrashing, bouncing harder and harder. Her heels biting into my low-back, but I can care less. She wants it and I’m going to give everything to her. I let her writhe over me until she comes apart in my arms.
“Come on, baby.” I lick and suck her throat as I cup her ass.
She rides through the waves of her orgasm, milking my cock with each spasm that starts deep in her pussy as I pump my cock and not two seconds later I come hard. And we both collapse in the foyer of our apartment.
My arms fasten around her waist, my head cushioned by the pillow softness of her breasts.
“How’s that for fantasy, babe?”
“Meet a tall, dark, gorgeous ‘stranger’ in a bar and fuck him senseless?” My head rises and falls with her deep inhale.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Hunger gleams in her eyes. “Done and done.” She sighs. “Check that one off my bucket list.”
I pull back and kiss her, deeply. My perfect stranger.
TOO HOT TO HANDLE
My lips curls as I gingerly hold the phone away from my ear to avoid it sticking to my sweaty cheek.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, Ethan?”
“Of course I remember the Stephenson’s.” I remember the Stephenson’s. I lean back against my kitchen counter, the excessive heat almost all but forgotten with the mention of that last name. Do I ever remember that name. My legs turn to jelly so I sit down hard on my large leather ottoman. My sweat slicked legs stick uncomfortably to the leather. I stand back up again, my lip curled. High school. Hot summer night. Lake. Blanket. Virginity. Oh, I remember.
My eyes widen. “Oh, that’s right.” I roll my eyes, sigh, and shake my head all at the same time. “Thank God they do heating and air.”
“Uh, huh.”
“Well, do you have their number?” I roll my eyes again. “Yes, you’re the best big brother in the world, Ethan.” Not if my sarcastic, monotone delivery has anything to say with it.
“Of course I mean it.” My mouth curls up in a silly smile.
“Give me a minute to find some paper and a pen.” I give up and hold the phone between my moist shoulder and ear, digging around in the kitchen junk drawer for the supplies I need. �
��Uh, huh.” I write. “Got it!”
“Love you, too,” I reply sincerely. “Kiss, kiss.” I make enthusiastic kissing noises into the phone. “See ya later.” I wait for Ethan to disconnect, then I immediately dial the repairman.
Come on, come on, come on. I tap my bare foot impatiently on the cool black and white tiles of my kitchen floor waiting for someone, anyone, to answer the phone. I study my toes calculatingly. I really should refresh my toenail polish. I wiggle my toes around contemplating the next color. Why does every business on the face of the earth have such horrendous hold music? I stick my tongue out at one of the fat chefs that hang on my sunflower yellow walls. A shudder rolls over my shoulders as Frank Sinatra croons about New York, New York.
I glance at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes? Has the whole world’s air gone out today? I know. I know Frank. I’d start spreading the news that my air is out if someone would pick up the godda….
“Oh, thank God.” I groan aloud, my shoulders slump in obvious relief.
A laugh rumbles in my ear. “You sound desperate.” If I wasn’t so uncomfortable right now, the sound of his voice would stir my juices perfectly. It’s deep and dark and full of all kinds of wicked promises.
“I am!” I mop the sweat from my brow with a new paper towel. An entire roll lay in a damp heap on the kitchen counter near the sink.
“What can I do for you?” The deliciously deep voice asks.
My nipples pucker into hard peaks at all the things he could do for me. My hand finds my left breast, my thumb flicking over the distended nub. “My air went out during the middle of the night and I’m dying in here.”
“Luckily you called the right place.”
“My brother gave me your number.”
“Who’s your brother?”
“Ethan Jamison.”
“Well, damn.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I haven’t seen Ethan in years.”
“Yeah, he reminded me that your family was in the heating and air business.”
“I remember Ethan had three little sisters.” He paused. “Which one are you?”
“Meghan.” I take a deep breath. “I’m the baby.”
“Meghan.”
“Yeah, Meghan.”
“Damn,” he answers. “You were such a hot little thing.”
I snort. “Maybe I’m still a hot little thing.”
“Are you?”
I roll my eyes again. I can hear the chuckle in his voice. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “Sure.” I rock back and forth on the balls and heels of my feet. “I guess that’s in the eye of the beholder.”
“That’s beauty.” He chuckles.
“Huh?”
“Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder.”
“Oh,” I say. “Beauty, hotness. It’s all the same thing.”
“I suppose.” His voice drops an octave, the sound vibrating down my spine through the phone. “So did you go on to write the great American novel?”
I frown, my bottom lip stuck between my teeth. “I’m published.”
“Oh really?”
“Yep.”
“What do you write?”
“Umm…”
“Come on,” I hear the grin again. “Maybe I’ve read one of your books.”
“I doubt it.” My nose wrinkles, and my lips purse. I’m silent for a few minutes, pacing around and around in circles in my kitchen debating on what I should say. It’s not as if I’m embarrassed by my work. I go to conferences. My picture is on the inside back cover of all of my books. So what’s the big deal? The big deal is that he’ll probably think I’m some kinda slut. All men seem to think that just because I write erotic romances, I’m a slut. Easy. Put out on the first date. Yada, yada, yada, and all that jazz.
“Ah, come on,” he draws out. “I’m not a total Neanderthal. I do know how to read.”
“Fine.” I hear the annoyance in my voice. “I write erotic romances.”
“Come again?”
“Erotic romances.” I don’t know why I feel compelled to whisper. My brow furrows and I hold myself still waiting for the usual response.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice turned husky.
And there it is.
“Sorry. Not very professional.”
“I’m used to it.” I feel forced to add, “Happens all the time.”
“I think that’s pretty cool.” It’s almost as if he shrugged, even though I can’t see his shoulders move. “Writing is difficult in any form. Kudos.”
I snicker. “Did you just say kudos?” My shoulders relax a bit. “Just something I remember your dad saying when we were in high school.”
“His favorite saying.”
“So which Stephenson are you?”
“Tobias.” The gravelly, raspy, deliciously deep texture of his voice is naturally sensual. “Ohmygosh,” I exclaim, my fingers curl around the edge of my kitchen counter. “Tobias! Oh, wow. Tobias.” I wet my lips, my breathing fast.
“The one and only, Meggie.” “I take it by that reaction that you haven’t forgotten me.”
“No.” Good one, Meg. I raise my chin, my senses whirling. “That would be a little difficult. Considering that I gave you something kinda important.” My eyes narrow.
“Don’t worry, Meggie.” I feel the sensual heat radiating from his words. “I remember exactly what you gave me.”
“So what have you been up to?” I work desperately at changing the subject.
“College.” I can hear the pride in his voice. “Took over the family business about four years ago.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“I think so.”
His voice has a commanding presence over the phone, his confidence ratchets up my arousal. “Is there anyone available to see what’s up with my air conditioner?”
“Oh, that’s right, you did call for a reason, didn’t you, Meggie.”
“That I did.” My laugh sounds nervous to my own ears. Keep it cool, Meg.
“I’m not busy right now.”
My heart stops beating for a minute. My hand flies to my chest and l lay my palm flat to make sure it’s still working. Suddenly I’m a ball of nerves.
“Okay.”
“What’s your address?”
I give it to him.
“I can be there in about twenty to thirty minutes.”
“Sounds good.”
“See ya in a few.”
***
Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod!
I race up the stairs, strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower to rinse off the ten layers of sweat that accumulated this morning.
Standing under the water does nothing to cool the hot blood racing through my veins. My nipples are still hard peaks, my labia feels puffy, swollen and needy. I reach between my legs to feel my clit poking out of its hood, engorged and begging for relief.
I close my eyes and my vision swims remembering the boy he was. Tall, lanky, not yet filled out completely, but definite potential.
My fingers slide through my slick slit, grazing every few swipes over my clit and sending powerful shoots of electricity to my toes.
I allow my fingers to circle the sensitive opening to my body. I thrust in two fingers, imagining his thick cock impaling me. Reaching for the spot. The one that makes me feel so good.
Knowing my time is limited; I slide my fingers free and rub my clit in quick circles. Round and round feeling the distended flesh growing harder and harder with each pass. My body writhes against the movements, responding to my touch. Begging for more. Seeking release, swift and hard.
My moans are low and throaty as I urgently reach for the orgasm that’s building fast. Nothing else matters in the next few minutes, but my orgasm.
My hand cups my right breast, squeezing, kneading the firm globe. My forefinger and thumb pinch and pull, tweaking my rigid nipple as my fingers circle faster and faster over my engorged clit.
Come on. Come on. Come on. That’s it. I feel it at the base of my
spine and in my curled toes as I press my hips into my hand. My nipples bunch even tighter with each bite of pain making my hips thrust forward. Rub, rub, rub. Flick, flick, flick and I cry out on a groan, my stomach clenching as waves of pleasure wash over me along with the water from my shower.
Slumping against the cool tiles of the shower stall, I catch my breath before standing back under the hard spray and rinse once more.
***
“Better than I remembered.” He steps through the door, his large body almost blocking out the sun.
“Well, hello to you, too.” I step back so he can enter trying with great difficulty to still the muscles in my belly that jumped the minute my eyes locked with his. This is going to be the longest day of my life.
I give myself permission to stare. To take in everything about him. He looks basically the same as I remember, only bigger. Same deep, dark brown eyes, almost black at times. Same cocky grin. Maybe a few inches taller. Definitely well-over six foot. But the things that have changed about him are magnificent.
Delicious.
Yummy.
Mouth-watering.
I swallow and rub my damp hands on my shorts. Deep in my belly, excitement flickers to life.
His shoulders are wide. As spectacular as any football player I’ve ever seen. His pecs are lip-smacking bunches of muscles that are only emphasized by his standard grey cotton buttoned-down work shirt. His biceps are massive, stretching the material at his sleeves and accentuating their thickness. Narrow waist, flat stomach, lean hips, and an ass to die for.
I feel light-headed. It’s either from the lack of cool air or the immense heat he brought into my condo with his hot body.
“Toby?”
A slow wicked grin widens his very kissable mouth. “The one and only.”
I drag in one breath after the other as I struggle to speak. “Wow.”
His brow lifts appreciatively. “Ditto.” His eyes travel over my thin cotton tank and short shorts.
I cross my arms over my chest. A defensive gesture, but also to hide my turgid nipples. I grin. “Another Daddyism?”