SinCityTryst

by Kim Tiffany

  “Let me up, dammit!” she cried, flopping like a mackerel and trying to squirm away from him. “Don’t look at me!”

  He was stronger than she and leveraged his weight against her thrashing form. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hairline, gently plucking the pebbled nipples that still pouted for his touch. She felt his bare flesh against her back and realized that he had stripped off his shirt and unzipped his jeans, since she could feel the hot, thick ridge of his cock slide along the crease of her ass. She collapsed on the bed with a rough, frustrated sob, caught in his seductive web and craving his sure touch more than anything.

  “Why wouldn’t you want me to see you, hmmm?” Ethan asked tenderly. “It’s all I could think about on the trip back. You should know by now that I think you’re gorgeous everywhere, sweetheart. Especially here.” He stroked the tender, trembling flesh of her ass with his big hands and cupped the globes possessively. “Damn, you are so sexy like this, all hot and wet and…” Reaching between her spread knees, he stroked her dripping cunt lips, dipping two fingers in to the knuckle and giving her snug, slick inner passage a delicious, intimate massage. “Tight,” he rumbled. “Baby, I’m fucking shaking, I want you so bad.”

  Mutual bouts of hot embarrassment and molten desire battled within her, and it was all so overwhelming that Sara buried her face into the mounded fabric beneath her. “How can you possibly want me?” she blurted into the bedspread, bound and shaking like a leaf. “I’m hideous and fat! I’m never going to have buns of steel or a teeny-tiny waist like her! Now will you please just let me up?”

  Ethan stifled a mock-growl against her neck, although his ire was genuine. “Not a chance. And what the hell are you babbling about?” he demanded, his patience starting to wear thin. “What do you mean, ‘her’? Whose buns?”

  “That dancer,” she muttered hoarsely. “Back in Vegas, at Gardens of Olympus. I saw you at the club, she was dancing for you. And you two looked like you were having a rockin’ good time.” She shot him a tilted glare from her awkward pose, her bent knees slipping and sliding against the silken bedclothes.

  Ethan groaned and shook his head. “Was that why you ran away? All because I had to sit through a strip show for Sean’s bachelor party?”

  “Hah! You say it like it was some huge chore!”

  “It was! A painful one, and I have the bruises on my damn lap to prove it.” Ethan slid his hands underneath her and brought her back flush to his front. “Sara, love,” he murmured into her ear, “it was a show. Acting. She doesn’t mean a single thing to me. How can you think that I’d want her, after what we shared was so amazing?”

  Sara leaned into his touch even as she continued to protest. “But… Brian always said that I was pretty vanilla in bed, and I thought we were just scratching an itch. I told you I didn’t expect anything more, but if we keep going like this…oh, god, how am I going to stand it when you leave me for good?” she asked plaintively, turning her face away in misery.

  Ethan remained poised behind her, silent and unmoving, and she struggled to look over her shoulder and see his face. Suddenly, he pushed her back facedown on the bed and there was a whistling of air as unexpected pain exploded on her left buttock. Sara shrieked, shock replacing embarrassment.

  Fuck! The jackass had spanked her!

  Chapter Eleven

  “You will not speak of yourself like that again, do you hear me?” Ethan muttered through gritted teeth. He rained steady slaps down on her exposed ass as Sara scowled and yelled, not hard enough to bruise but enough to get her attention. “I’m tired of hearing you put yourself down.” He punctuated the statement with a resounding slap to her rump, followed by two more. “Say that you have an awesome ass.”

  “No way!” Sara shrieked without a moment’s hesitation, and cried out at the rapid-fire smacks her bottom immediately received as warning. For good measure, he landed a few deliberate smacks on the tender skin of her inner thighs too, making her gasp and squeal loudly.

  “Say it.” Ethan’s nimble fingers danced between the crease of her buttocks between each swat, making her head swim and abdomen clench with need. She could feel herself starting to drip copious amounts of honey down each thigh…

  The slight sting of his wide, flat hand as it made repeated contact with her soft bottom was at first mortifying, and then strangely arousing and after a few minutes, Sara found herself quaking with unspent need and sobbing into her bedspread as her hips lifted her bottom in anticipation of each stroke, each one accompanied by Ethan’s low demand that she acknowledge the truth, that she was beautiful in his eyes—and that her ass was awesome.

  Shit! She was kinky, and she’d never even known it!

  “Ethan,” she keened, hoarse with longing. “I can’t take any more. My arms… I need to touch you.” Her tethered arms were beginning to ache and she longed to feel his smooth, burnished skin under her palms, to stroke the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. But most of all she wanted a chance to taste and tease his thick cock again, to drive him so far over the bend as he was doing to her.

  He was breathing hard as he leaned low to whisper in her ear. “All you have to do is tell me the truth, baby.”

  “I have,” Sara began in a halting voice, half-muffled by bedspread, “an awesome…ass.”

  Instantly, the steady swats ceased. Needy from head to toe and roused to the point of incoherence, Sara could only mewl and pump the air hungrily with her hips, so turned-on that she no longer cared what she might look like from his vantage point.

  His thick arms wound around her again and lifted her warm, reddened backside against his steely veined cock, the voluptuous curves naturally finding their niche against his hard and heavy groin. She arched back even as her arms remained immobile against her sides, driving the cleft of her ass harder against his dick as one big hand pressed against her rounded belly to hold her snug against him and the other palmed her bountiful, quivering breasts. His hot breath scorched her ear as he tenderly bit the side of her neck, and she gasped for breath.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her shoulder. “And all mine.” He stroked the globes of her breasts and carefully pinched and tugged on the dark velvety tips, and grunted in satisfaction at the broken cries of pleasure that tumbled from her lips. “Who do these belong to, baby?” he demanded, his voice raspy and dark with need.

  Sara could only shake her head against the urge to crow that she was his, unable to take the final plunge and admit her need for him. It was too much, too intense, she would be completely undone if he had his way…

  Ethan’s clever, kneading hands became more insistent, continuing to manipulate her pebble-hard nipples as two long, thick fingers on his other hand stroked the sensitive cleft between her legs and slid deep inside her hot, soaked snatch. She let loose with a broken wail, tossing her head back against him, wanting more than anything to claw at his arm and ride his thick fingers harder, faster, into oblivion.

  “Say it. I know you feel it too, baby. Don’t be afraid, let it go.” He added another finger, pressing harder against the swollen, sensitized tissues in an intimate massage with each pass, enjoying the feel of her rapid pulse from deep within her.

  Sara’s thighs trembled, splayed in a wide vee as she cried out again in agonized pleasure, arching and thrashing back against his massive frame. “Tell me,” he demanded through clenched teeth, rubbing her distended clit with his thumb in a sultry, ceaseless rhythm. “Just tell me who you belong to.”

  Sara could only sob in response, almost insensate with the need to come. Sensory overload was causing her to buck uncontrollably at each pass of her clit by his rough fingers, and she felt the ready tight coil of a monstrous orgasm build low in her stomach, knotting her muscles and causing her to arch like the prow of a ship, her deep-rose nipples pointing the way. His free hand stroked her from stem to stern, and all her focus was centered on the scorching hot throbbing cock that was at present pillowed against her ass and the conflagration
he was inciting at the center of her…

  Ethan soothed her with soft murmured words against her ear even as his touches grew even more possessive and fierce. “I’ll give you everything you’re asking for, sweetheart, I promise,” he said huskily, giving her clit another lush upstroke. “Tell me you’re mine,” he all but growled, his hands and lips and voice demanding her response, no quarter given. He tumbled her onto her back and placed her legs high on his shoulders before Sara knew what was happening, and lined his rampant cock along the slick opening of her sex.

  “Say it.” His eyes pierced hers, commanding her to give into the feeling, to take the fall with him…

  “Yes, yes, yours, only yours! Ethan! I love you!” Sara wailed and strained against her bound arms as Ethan finally plunged into her with his huge cock, filling her so completely that it bordered on pain. He snarled in cadence with her choking screams as he pumped his full length into her savagely, robbing her of her breath and sanity. She gloried in the feel of his uninhibited response, the knowledge that she had driven him to this frenzied state. His gauging thrusts were uncontrolled and rough—he was relentless as he drove his steely veined cock deep into her dripping, convulsing cunt over and over and over again, all the while tugging her pouting nipples in counterpoint and swallowing her hoarse cries. She was already poised on the brink when he reached down between them and firmly pinched her slick, distended clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

  Sara threw her head back and emitted a high-pitched scream as she erupted in a shattering, all-encompassing climax. She heard Ethan shout in accompaniment, the deep, pulsing contractions too much for him to bear as her entire body bucked uncontrollably. His cock twitched and thrummed deep inside her womb as Sara continued to emit shrill bleats with each eddying contraction, the riotous sensations continuing to course through her for several minutes before finally tapering off. She began to crumple forward, but Ethan caught her up with infinite gentleness against his soaked, heaving chest.

  When Sara came to her senses some minutes later, she was lying in Ethan’s arms atop his massive chest. She felt featherlight kisses being pressed into her temple and the crown of her head as Ethan pushed her wet sweatshirt down completely off her arms so that she was able to sling them limply around his shoulders. He cradled her as she straddled his lap, her head leaning wearily against his firm, masculine shoulder.

  Absently, she pressed a kiss to it and tasted the salt-slicked skin, still dazed by the magnitude of her orgasm and the quivering aftershocks that she could still feel deep within her body. She felt Ethan slide his hands along the sides of her face to lift it so that she could meet his earnest gaze.

  “Baby, I know you think that I’m playing fast and loose here, but you should know that’s just not me.” His voice, rough with spent passion, rang with sincerity. “What we have together is different…deeper, more. I love you. Sara.”

  Dazed and exhausted from their lovemaking, Sara could only stare deep into his eyes without blinking and marvel at the absence of guile she saw there.

  “You love me? You love me?”

  He nodded solemnly, his firm lips unsmiling.

  Sara stared at him incredulously, knowing that her mouth was gaping like a fish’s and that her words were slurring. “W-when? How? When?”

  He sighed and stroked a long finger down her cheek. “For about a year now. I knew as soon as I met you that I wanted to get to know you better. Being around you for as long as I have, without being able to touch you or show you… Damn, that was some brand of torture.”

  “I never knew…”

  “Mm-hmm. You mean you never let yourself see. It was pretty obvious, to everyone but you, of course.”

  “Ethan, I feel like…like this is happening to someone else. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, you see…a part of me still doesn’t believe it. It’s a lot to take in.” That was the understatement of the century. Sara felt giddy with the rush of his admission, buoyant and effervescent like a soap bubble that was ready to burst, but her natural reticence refused to relinquish its final hold on her. She still felt a twinge of fear and doubt, unable to fully accept and trust his feelings toward her. “So, what happens now?”

  Ethan looked down at her and arched a single brow. “Now? We live happily ever after, of course.”

  Sara bit her lip. “I don’t know if I believe in happily ever after yet,” she replied softly, ducking her head into his shoulder and resting there a moment. “It’s a lot to take in, Ethan,” she continued tremulously. “What if it turns out that I’m not enough for you?”

  “Trust me. You’re more than I’ve ever hoped for.” His eyes were hot on her face, caressing her features and baring his soul to her.

  She idly twirled her finger into the silky mat of hair on his chest, but didn’t say anything.

  “I’ll prove it to you.”

  Her eyebrows shot up at that. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve been burned pretty bad, baby, and whether you admit it or not, you still don’t entirely trust that I want you just the way you are. So, I’m going have to prove it to you.”

  “How?”

  He shrugged. “Time. Trust me, my feelings for you aren’t going to change. And I want to be there when you finally come around to acknowledging yours.”

  Sara smiled tremulously, relieved that he knew her so well and could anticipate her fears. Her heart lurched with joy even as she strove to remain as calm and matter-of-fact as he did. “Thank you. You shouldn’t have to settle for a commitment-phobic, plus-sized wallflower, but I do love you. So much.” She punctuated the declaration with a lingering kiss to the underside of his strong, square jaw, arching in pleasure as his hands coursed over her hips and thighs hungrily in response.

  “Don’t make me spank you again,” he growled into her ear. She blushed, and Ethan grinned as he pressed her even closer to his side.

  “You really don’t mind? Taking it slow, one day at a time, with me?”

  His countenance turned serious. “Baby, you can have all the time you need to see that what we have is real and binding. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. And I want to be with you, above all else.” He urged her atop him and gently raised her enough so that the tip of his renewed cock teased her tender, damp opening, sliding over her engorged clit before bringing her back down on him until his entire length was pulsing once again deep inside her snug, wet sheath.

  Sara slipped her arms around his neck as her breath caught in her throat, and his cock withdrew teasingly only to slide deep inside her molten core again.

  “Love you,” she gasped as her eyes fluttered shut. “You couldn’t possibly know how much.” A broken cry was torn from her as his large hands grasped her hips and delivered a series of short, hard, rapid thrusts from beneath her. She threw her head back and struggled to catch her breath, already feeling the wild, simmering tension build once again low in her belly.

  “Thank you for finally taking a chance on me. You won’t be sorry, baby.” Ethan’s voice was rough and hungry, his eyes absorbing her every unschooled response to his lovemaking with avid pleasure. His long fingers sought the pouting tuft of flesh between her legs and plied it gently, then not so gently.

  “A chance on us,” she corrected on a gasp, palming his chest muscles and sinking the pads of her fingers deep into the resilient muscle. She knew instinctively that to gamble on their love would be the safest bet she’d ever made. “And I think our odds are looking really good.”

  “I’ll tell you what else is looking really good,” Ethan rumbled. His eyes were fixed on her swaying breasts as she bounced slickly on his cock.

  Sara’s laughter melted into moans as he tumbled her back onto the bed, relishing the substantial weight and feel of him within her and around her. He held her trembling thighs high and wide with his huge hands as his blisteringly hot cock slid unerringly into her and began rocking her toward another shattering climax.

  Sara’s last coherent thought was that
she owed her best friend one hell of a wedding present for her bridesmaid gift. Ethan was definitely the gift that kept on giving.

  And giving.

  And, oh, giving…

  Epilogue

  Nine Months Later

  “Babe, I’m back!” At the sound of the key in the front door, Sara looked up from the omelets she was making for dinner and quickly turned down the flame under the pan. Ethan entered the kitchen still shaking the rain from his close-cropped dark hair before handing her a grocery bag containing cold wine, bagged salad and a crusty loaf of bread.

  “Whew, it’s really coming down right now.” Ethan caught Sara around the waist and spun her around, pressing a damp, warm kiss squarely on her lips. With a sigh of contentment, she snaked her arms around his broad neck and tried to convey without words how much she loved him, missed him, needed him…

  Strong arms yanked her tight into his embrace as he tasted her deeper, the hot stroke of his insistent tongue against hers making her head swim and knees knock. They had been happily alternating between her apartment in Noe Valley and his in the Mission District for several months now, and both had become synonymous with home. Her belongings had found their way into several of his bedroom dressers, and her bathroom medicine cabinet now housed his electric shaver and aftershave. They had adopted a lovely little routine—they spent long, lazy weekends together and on weekdays alternated cooking dinner, talking for hours over the meal and then later in bed. Sara was addicted to his fiery, uninhibited brand of lovemaking, which never failed to thrill her to the tips of her toes and send her into orgasmic heights.

  He tasted like cinnamon-flavored gum and warm male, a delicious combination. A low, panting moan escaped her as he rubbed his tongue against hers. She felt rather than heard Ethan growl in his throat as he tasted her mouth thoroughly, his large square hands kneading her plump buttocks, trying to press her even closer against his growing erection.