by Natalie Wild
She fell into the cushions, and looked up at his hungry face. His blue eyes and clenched jaw destroyed all her resolve. She reached up and yanked his gym shorts toward his ankles. As always, he was already hard. She took his hot cock into her mouth. He groaned and buried his hands in her hair. “Mia, you’re so good at that. You’re so—” He thrust toward her, just a bit, and she had to pull away.
“I’m sorry—I can’t. You’re too…” She still found it hard to say such things.
He leaned over her. “It’s all right. But I—” His eyes went from hungry to pleading, and in that moment she was sure the redness that lingered had nothing to do with wine or sleepiness. “Please. Will you let me feel you again? Be inside you?” He nuzzled her neck. “Please, baby. I want to feel you, tight around me.”
“Yes—yes.” She didn’t even bother chastising herself anymore. Once this man touched her, there was no turning back.
“I want to see your bottom. I want to see me slide into you and watch you move on me.”
She obediently flipped onto her stomach and spread her legs. He slid a finger inside her, as if to make sure she was ready, and then placed a pillow under her hips. Her bottom lifted to meet his cock. He spread her cheeks just slightly and slid into her wetness.
They groaned together. She turned her head, so she could watch him watching her body. He shifted his hands from her hips to her ass and back again. The muscles in his lower abdomen clenched and released and clenched again. He bit his lower lip.
She pushed back against him and he reached under her belly. He found her slit, and then her magic button. Somehow he managed to grip her ass with one hand and stroke her with the other, all while thrusting into her. She looked back at him again. Sweat dripped down his naked chest. “Mia, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. You’re so amazing—“
“Shhh—not now,” she said. “Just make love to me.”
He picked up the pace, with his fingers and his cock, and Mia felt the orgasm coming. She could sense it, just out of reach. Those seconds of grasping for it almost matched the climax. Almost, but not quite.
She came, her hips bucking against the pillow. Both of his hands were on her hips now, and three more hard thrusts brought her another mini-orgasm. He pulled out and came across her back with a guttural moan.
They panted together on the couch. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered. “Mia, beauty,” he said. He jumped up and grabbed a clean white towel from the linen closet outside his bedroom. She kept her eyes closed as he gently wiped the remains of their lovemaking from her body. He threw the towel on the floor and lay down beside her. She faced the fireplace and he tucked her body into his. She felt the warmth of his cock, sleeping beside her bottom. She assumed it wouldn’t sleep for long.
Conflicting emotions swirled inside Mia. Again, she’d gone against her better judgment and fallen into this man’s arms. He hadn’t been truthful with her. He’d purposely mislead her into thinking he was a simple wandering fisherman. She understood his reasons, but could she ever trust him? Moreover, even now that she knew his identity, he’d still blown off her questions. In a way that blew her mind, but still.
Blaine breathed deeply into Mia’s hair. “What now?” he asked.
She took a moment to answer, and then she told him the truth. She hoped he’d do the same, but she had so many doubts. “I don’t know, Blaine,” she said. “I really don’t know.”
Wild Lover Book 2
Mia Tennyson jumped into her car in the public library parking lot. She’d spent the past three hours tutoring children. Math facts and phonics hopped around in her head. The last mom had been almost thirty minutes late to pick up her son. Now Mia herself was running late for lunch with Blaine Daniels.
The conundrum of Blaine ran through her head as she drove down the Interstate. The blinding South Florida sun beat its way through her sunglasses. She had a headache, but she couldn’t really blame her sore brain on fidgety kids and too much glare.
Could she forgive Blaine for basically lying to her about his identity? Portraying himself as a simple wandering charter boat captain, when he was really a retired software mogul? When she thought about it, it was better that way than reversed. Better to think Blaine to be of modest means and find out he wasn’t, than vice versa.
She admitted that she found his humility and lack of need to flash his money around appealing. She probably could have forgiven him, because when she really considered it, he’d withheld information from her, but he hadn’t actually lied. It was his continued evasiveness that truly bothered her. Now that the cat was out of the bag, you’d think he’d just tell her everything, but he continued to push off her personal questions.
She punched the entry code into the keypad on the front door of Blaine’s waterfront building. She took the elevator and entered his condo to find him sitting at the kitchen bar. He wore jeans and had bare feet.
“Do you have something against shoes?” she asked him.
He turned and smiled. His tan skin accentuated his deep blue eyes. “You’re here. I thought you’d changed your mind.”
“One of the moms was running late. She has four kids, so I can’t get too mad. That’s a lot of juggling tutors. And she pays me well.” Mia sat in the stool beside Blaine. “What’s for lunch?”
“I made paninis.” He pointed at two sandwiches on a platter beside the stove. “I hope they aren’t cold.” He retrieved two plates from the cabinet. He brought her a plate with a sandwich and a few sliced strawberries.
“Looks great,” Mia said. She wasn’t really in the mood to eat, but the anticipatory expression on his face made her take a bite. Mozzarella and peppers and Portobello mushroom. She smiled at him. “Great. Really yummy.”
“Good,” he said. He looked truly relieved, as if he expected her to storm out if the sandwich hadn’t been up to snuff.
“So,” she said.
“Yeah. So.”
“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure, this morning. If I was going to come over.”
“I figured that much.”
“I—” Mia struggled to find the right words. “I’m not sure there’s much point in us continuing. Even if I’m okay with you keeping your real identity from me. You’re leaving soon, right? Going to St. John to fish.”
Blaine returned to the stool beside her. “I don’t know. I thought I was going to leave… but now that you know about the—” He blushed, as if he were talking about some kind of embarrassing disease instead of millions of dollars. “—the money. Maybe…maybe I can stay for a bit. We can see what happens.”
His response took Mia aback. She’d sort of figured that his desire to leave town would negate her really having to make a decision about continuing to see him. “Oh,” she said. Her mind raced. She suddenly had to find a way to address her concerns.
“Unless you don’t want me to stay?”
“No…it’s not that. But—if you’re going to stay… that is… if we’re going to keep seeing each other…” Why was this so hard? She was only asking the man to be honest with her. She took a deep breath. “You can’t keep dodging my personal questions.”
“Okay.” He twisted his napkin in his hands. “Ask away.”
“Uh…okay. Where did you grow up?”
“Dorset. In the south of England.”
“Family? Education?”
“Parents divorced when I was ten. I have a younger sister and a younger brother. Went to university at Cambridge. Internship at Microsoft led me to start my own software firm. I had some good ideas, and some luck with venture capitalists. During the boom years.”
Mia scooted toward him in her seat, as if he’d just shown her the opening scene of a great movie. “How long have you been in the US?”
“Since ’01. I lived in Seattle, and then Palo Alto.”
Mia asked the question she both needed an answer to and dreaded. “That all makes sense. Are you married?”
“Yes, twice.”
; Mia shook her head, her stomach plunging. “What do you mean? Are you one of those weirdos who lives a double life with two families?”
Blaine’s eyebrows came together. “Two families—” He laughed. “No, no. I’ve been married twice. I’m not married to two women. I’m divorced. Twice.”
Mia breathed a sigh of relief and exhaled her own giggle. “Oh—oh of course.” She had the feeling she was treading on thin ice. “Been divorced long?”
Blaine took a long minute before answering. “First one lasted three years and ended six years ago. I met my second wife three years ago, and our divorce was final about six months ago.”
Mia didn’t like the sound of that. “So, it’s pretty recent.”
“Yeah.”
“Painful, I guess.”
“Yeah.”
She sensed she was losing him to his fear of talking about it. “Is that why you’re so hesitant to open up to women? Because of your—”
“They both used me for my money. The first one was bad enough—but I think at some point she actually loved me. The second one—I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
Mia stood and put her arms around him. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it anymore. Thank you for telling me what you can.”
“Maybe we can talk about it more later—but it’s just really…” He trailed off, and she sensed she’d get nowhere trying to pull more information out of him. Besides, his hands roaming under the skirt of her sundress didn’t exactly make her want to talk.
He pulled her closer, into his lap. Their sandwiches rested in sad abandonment on the counter. She straddled him, and one of her wedge sandals slipped from her feet. She reached down, took off the other one, and tossed it across the floor. His belt dug into her stomach as she grinded against him, so she loosened it. While she was down there, she decided to let everything loose.
His rock hard cock pushed against her tummy. Heat radiated from his body into hers. He whispered in her ear. “Bad girl. No panties.”
She smiled at him. “It’s this dress. It’s too tight to wear them.”
“Don’t blame it on the dress. You wanted to give me easy access.” He made his point by taking hold of her bottom. He ground her pussy against his cock. The more he did, the wetter she got, until they slid against each other’s most sensitive spots like cogs in a wheel. She moaned each time his shaft rubbed across her clit.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
She whimpered her affirmative. He took her chin in his hands and looked into her eyes as he slid against her. “Talk to me, baby. Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I like it.”
“What do you like?”
She blushed. He pushed her hips away from his shaft. She tried to regain his warmth, but he held her back. Her pulse throbbed between her legs.
“What do you like?” He squeezed her chin.
“Your—” She swallowed. “Your cock.”
“So you want it? Tell me how you want it, sweet girl.”
Mia took a deep breath. “I want—I want you to rub you cock against me. Your hard cock. I want you to make me come.”
“Aww.” He let go of her chin and spread her legs further apart. “Let me tickle you a little first.”
He licked his finger and gently began stroking her. She watched his hands, so big but so soft. She found it got easier to talk the more he encouraged her. “That feels great. Wonderful—just like—” He sped up. “Oh, just like that.”
Blaine didn’t have to move Mia’s hips anymore. She worked them herself, as well as any stripper grinding against a pole. She’d closed her eyes, and when she opened them she looked into his smiling face.
“I love to make you feel good,” he said. “That’s all I want. For your beautiful body to explode with excitement.”
She smiled back at him and kissed him. A teasing kiss. Her tongue lightly brushed his lips. “I’m going to explode like that. Soon.” She took his hand to encourage him. She guided his thumb to her clit and two of his fingers inside her.
“Not too soon,” he said. He lifted her hips. She had to raise her bottom and lift one leg to accommodate the length of his cock. He held her up as she moved into position. She tried to settle onto his shaft, but he wouldn’t let go. She wiggled in his grip. The feel of his hot manhood brushing against her pussy was torture. “Let me do it,” he said.
She relaxed and let him take control. “Look at me,” he said. “I want to see your face.”
He pushed her downward. She spread her legs as far as she could, and felt him slid inside. Further, harder, until she was sure she’d burst.
At first Mia let Blaine move for her, but as the tension built, she pushed his hands away from her hips. She folded them on his lap and gripped them as she rode him. He stretched to kiss her. “Beautiful,” he said. “I love watching you enjoy me.”
She bit her lip and rocked faster. The crest built until she felt her lower back tense up, and then her orgasm exploded through her body. It started between her legs, and spread like the tremors of an earthquake down her legs and up through her chest to her scalp. She felt as if he hair were standing on end.
“Not done,” said Blaine. She’d slumped against him. He kissed her neck. “We’re not done, are we?”
She shook her head, although she felt as if her entire being had turned to Jell-o, even her thoughts. Blaine gently steered Mia around, so she faced the counter top. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”
She nodded and braced herself against the counter as Blaine began pumping in and out of her. It felt amazing, but she was too tired to come again. The first orgasm had taken everything out of her. She pushed back against him and let him ride her this time. There was something empowering about taking herself out of the equation. She could focus on his body. He moaned as he quickened his pace. One hand, and then the other, moved from her bottom to her back to the top of her thigh. Tiny whimpering noises floated over her shoulder. So many little details she hadn’t had the attention span to notice as she focused on coming. She ground her bottom against him and concentrated on moving her hips and tightening her muscles in the ways that would most drive him crazy. She caught his whispered commentary.
“Mia, baby… that feels so good. Oh—yeah, damn, like that. Beautiful…drive me crazy—crazy—“
One last thrust and he cried out and stood up in the stool. “Oh!” Mia joined him, for she felt him all the way to the center of her being. He was a hot, quaking volcano inside her. He pulled out and she felt the wetness of his climax on her bottom.
He wrapped both arms around her and rested his forehead against her back. “Mia,” he said. It came as a question next. “Mia?”
She leaned into him. “I’m here, silly.”
“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, with you.”
Mia made up her mind. She couldn’t turn this man away. Not when he’d started to open his heart to her, and already opened her mind and body to pleasure she’d never known existed. “Yes,” she said. “Stay with me.”
*
Blaine decided that it was time to emerge from his self-imposed cocoon. He hadn’t spoken to anyone but his charter customers in the month he’d spent at Bartlett’s Marina. With Mia by his side, however, it seemed safer. He smiled to himself as he drove to her apartment. The wind whipped past his face. He’d rolled down the windows of the Ford F250 pickup truck he’d rented. The longer he’d been in the United States, the greater his appreciation for the American obsession with huge vehicles. His second wife, Candice, had teased him that he was becoming a redneck.
He shook his head. It hurt to think about Candice. Not because he had loved her terribly deeply. When he looked back on it, he supposed he’d loved the idea of her more than the reality. Candice was the All-American California blonde that every English boy dreamed of someday conquering. A living Barbie doll. Everyone in her family had been the s
ame. Candice had been the crowning jewel in Blaine’s American dream. Before it all went south.
He turned up the stereo and focused on the street signs around him. Mia’s condo was at the back of a modest newer community beside a popular shopping center. A manmade lake with a few fountains in the center separated the residential area from the commercial one. He parked and took the stairs to her unit. He smiled at the little touches she’d added to make the place homey. A welcome mat, preprinted with doggy footprints, that said “Wipe Your Paws!” and two large potted plants. She’d hung a plaid wreath on the door.
A volley of high-pitched barks sounded when he knocked. Mia’s face appeared in the crack. “Hey—hold on.” She reached down and scooped up a squiggly, furry something in her arms. She let Blaine inside. A tiny dachshund squirmed in her arms.
“Sausage dog,” said Blaine. The little black and tan creature went crazy when he touched her head. Between her wagging tail and her flapping tongue Blaine wondered if she would crack from excitement.
“This is Perdita,” said Mia. Her tongue rolled on the R, in tribute to her Cuban heritage. Blaine found it absurdly sexy.
“She’s almost as cute as her mum,” he said.
She smiled. “Can you hold her while I get my stuff?” Before Blaine could answer, Mia dropped the squirmy little dog in his arms. He held Perdita before his eyes. She wiggled in an attempt to get close enough to lick his nose. He finally relented. Perdita collapsed into his hands, a warm quivering bundle, as if she could rest now that she’d given him a kiss.
He watched Mia circle the apartment, grabbing her purse and a couple of water bottles and the dog’s leash. Perdita panted in his arms. Mia clipped the leash on the dog’s collar. She took Perdita from Blaine and set her on the floor. She shook and took off out the door. Blaine laughed as Mia’s arm was nearly jerked from its socket.
“She’s excited!” he said.
“She loves to walk around the lake,” Mia replied. They followed the panting, straining sausage dog down the steps. “You want to walk her?”