by Lisa Eugene
“Chloe, what are we doing?” His soft words floated into the night, unanswered. He wasn’t sure they had been meant for her or for him.
Chloe leaned forward, her lips pressing against the landscape of skin exposed by his open collar. Brad felt a shudder pass through him as she trailed her wet tongue slowly up his neck, bathing his skin with licks and kisses. He never would have imagined her to be so sensuous, so wild.
“Are you drunk?” he asked hoarsely.
“No. I’ve only had one glass of wine.” The words whispered against his skin. Leaning forward, she tip-toed, lined up their bodies and undulated her hips against his erection.
A bolt of pleasure leapt through him and he vacuumed in a sharp breath. Oh God, he wanted her so badly. His balls were swollen and drawn tight with a maddening ache. He had to stop now before it was too late.
“Chloe, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. We have to stop. This isn’t you.”
“How do you know this isn’t me? You don’t know me.”
He chuckled hoarsely. “Yes, I do. You’re probably still a virgin.”
“I’m no virgin!” she exclaimed defensively. Too defensively, he thought.
He pulled back and tilted her face up to his, loving the way the moonlight reflected off her skin. He pulled his lips in a sarcastic line.
“Maybe not, but I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
“I won’t regret this, Dr. Markson.”
Her words caused a deep laugh to erupt. He shook his head and grinned. “Don’t you think we’re beyond that, Nurse Bennett? See? You can’t even call me Brad.”
Her lips pursed stubbornly, like a defiant child, and he suppressed the urge to drag the flat of his tongue along the puckered flesh.
“Of course I can…Br…Brad.”
He sighed heavily and swung his head in the direction of the door. “We should go.” The words trailed off to a groan when she nibbled along his jawline, methodically scraping her teeth.
Brad moaned a heated curse. He knew this was more of her bravado filtering through.
“Chloe, this isn’t you. You seem like a sweet, innocent girl. You should—”
“Maybe I’m tired of being me. Maybe for once I want to be someone else.”
The words were muffled against his neck as she bathed his skin with her tongue, sending coils of raw lust circling through him. Her hand found the front of his pants again, her fingers eagerly groping him. Her touch was awkward, uncertain with her stroke and grip, but he found her inexperience strangely provocative. His body tensed, his muscles trembling from the struggle of restraint. He felt moisture pop out on his forehead with the strained effort. As she stroked him, she latched on to a patch of skin on his neck and suckled greedily. His cock twitched, growing harder behind the fabric as it begged for a more intimate touch. He lost it, groaning roughly and shoving her back against the wall.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re making me crazy!”
“I want you…Brad.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking!” He grated roughly near her temple. His hips were already thrusting against her, trapping her hand between their bodies.
She turned her head, and he caught the dark amber of her gaze.
“I want you to…fuck me, Brad.”
“Oh, God…” he grunted, fighting for control and miserably losing the battle. Her bold words arrowed straight to his cock and it became a demanding throb throughout his body. He held up his head. “Chloe, I don’t do relationships.”
She stared, wide-eyed, and he saw her throat work down a swallow. She nodded and relief washed over him.
“Let’s go to my apartment,” he whispered, taking her hand in his. But she didn’t budge; her feet stayed firmly rooted in place.
“No. I want you now.” There was a hitch in her voice he couldn’t quite place. Was she afraid he’d change his mind?
“Please…”
The look on her face ignited him. Gritting his teeth, he flipped her around and pushed her flat against the wall. A shocked breath whooshed from her lungs, but she stayed still, her head turned to the side with her cheek crushed against the smooth concrete. His body crowded behind her, his hips grinding against the curve of her ass, rubbing his aching cock into her. He was losing his mind, a slave to his aggressive needs. He ignored all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this.
“Is this what you want, Chloe?” His hoarse voice pelted her ear and he bit her lobe. “Is this the reason you came to my office the other morning—to get fucked?”
As he spilled the words, his fingers gathered up the folds of her skirt, hiking the material to her waist. He was annoyed when he saw her plain, white cotton panties, a fleeting reminder of her innocence. Angry at himself and his inability to resist her, he fisted the thin material and violently ripped it away, discarding it somewhere behind him. He heard her startled cry and ignored it, wedging a knee between her legs and forcing her to widen her stance. He circled his arm low around her hips, and speared his fingers between her legs, brushing past her soft, downy tuft. She cried out when he fondled her slick folds, and his guttural moan mingled with hers. His fingers glided through satiny moisture, caressed a circular path in the hot flesh, then doubled back again and again. Her legs started to tremble and something like a sob rolled from her chest to explode through the lips she bit closed.
“No tears, Chloe. I won’t have you running off in tears. The only crying you’ll do is when you’re coming around my cock.”
“Yes, Brad…” Her voice was breathy and barely audible.
“Do you want this?” he asked harshly.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” He screwed a finger deep into her heat and she moaned, high and pitchy.
With his other hand, Brad quickly undid his trousers and reached for his cock, hissing at the contact. His flesh was engorged and aching, burning with his desire to sink into this woman. He gazed down and saw the angry-looking crown, ruddy and leaking in the sharp illumination of the moonlight. He pulled his finger from Chloe and shoved it between his lips, savoring the musky flavor of her desire. The taste only added fuel to his need, and he pumped a few hard strokes along his length.
“Tilt your hips back,” he whispered in her ear. As she complied, he took hold of his root.
He planted a line of kisses on her exposed cheek and she twisted further to reach his mouth. Their tongues swirled together in a heated frenzy, and he cursed when he had to break away to adjust the angle of his body. Bending his knees slightly, he aligned his swollen tip with her entrance and, with one sharp thrust, pushed through her wet folds to sink himself deep.
“Oh my God!” Brad was surprised that the words had escaped his brain. Pleasure shook his body like an earthquake, an unstoppable and destructive power that possessed his body and sizzled through his flesh. The waves rippled to his fingers and toes, astonishing him. He pulled out and powered back in quickly, listening to Chloe’s ardent cries. Nothing existed but the blinding pleasure of being gripped in her clutching heat. His fingers clawed into her hair, fisted a handful of black silk and jerked her head back, exposing the creamy length of her neck to his feverish lips. His hips slapped urgently against her, crushing her body into the wall. His muscles bulged beneath his clothes, and he felt as if he’d burst through them.
His pants succumbed to gravity, swooshing to his ankles, but he gave it little thought and continued to pump into her wildly. He also gave little thought to the door that could open at any moment, exposing them. He knew he shouldn’t take her so roughly, but was powerless to stop or even slow down. He was caught in a maelstrom. It spun through his body and dragged him into a vortex of wickedly dark pleasure. Cool night air circled around him, brushed against his naked ass and mingled with the humid heat enveloping his engorged cock and balls. One arm was a steel band around Chloe’s waist, holding her up because her shaky legs had abandoned the task. His other hand let go of her hair to squeeze a bruising grip on her hip.
“So fucking g
ood…so…tight, Chlo…tighter than I imagined. You feel so fucking good!”
“Yes, Brad! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
His fingers dipped low and slid through her scorching wetness, finding her rigid flesh. He circled the sensitive knot, then drummed a fast rhythm with the pad of his finger. He felt her body tense and she cried out, panting jerky breaths through her parted lips. He continued to pummel her with barely leashed violence, and she rippled tight around him, shouting in her climax, keening loud and high.
The sensations were unbelievable, and he was caught in a blissful torrent as he slid almost all the way out then powered in hard, driving again and again. Sweat dripped down his temples and his shirt stuck to his back. Flames of pleasure engulfed him, licking at his granite balls and shaft, then consuming his entire body.
“Holy fuuuuck, yes! Chloe!”
Brad was astonished when his orgasm slammed into him. He bellowed as his muscles locked rigidly stiff and his breath knotted in his chest. He had the brief clarity to quickly pull himself from her succulent flesh and he surged his hips against her, pushing her hard into the wall. In a rush, he exploded and shot line after line of hot semen onto the smooth curve of her ass and her crumpled skirt. He arched and continued to spasm, unable to stop the gushing flow.
“Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!” Brad struggled to take a breath as his lax body collapsed onto Chloe’s back. His heart pounded against his ribs, doing an erratic stomp inside his chest. He heard her soft moan, and he laced his arms around her waist, holding her tight to his body. He nuzzled his nose through her hair and into the back of her neck, relishing the feel of her warm skin against his lips. She was deliciously soft and supple and he wanted to eat her up. Just the thought had his cock jerking again. He smiled lazily, enjoying a post orgasmic lethargy he hadn’t experienced in months. He even felt far removed from that stressful precipice he’d been dangling from lately. Chloe was amazing and he was far from done with her.
“Let’s go to my apartment,” he said softly against her ear, trailing his tongue along the curved shell.
“No, I can’t.”
“It’s not far from here. I live in the Corinth, a few streets away.”
“No, really…I can’t.”
He halted abruptly, his brows cinching into a frown. Was she upset? Crying? He turned her around and cupped her face in his palms. The sight of her caused his breath to hitch. She was flushed, her fair skin blotchy in some places. Her large hazel eyes were dilated and glassy and her lips puffy and red from his biting. He jerked his gaze over her face, trying to read her emotions. Was she already regretting what had just happened? Had he been too rough?
“Chloe, are you okay? I’m sorry if—”
She silenced him with a finger on his lips and her mouth pulled with a frugal smile.
“No, Brad. It was amazing. I’m fine, really.” She pushed her skirt down and straightened her blouse as she talked.”
He leaned forward and grazed his lips across hers, then gently kissed each eyelid. “Then come home with me. I want to be with you again.” He sighed softly against her mouth. He wanted to pleasure her slowly, and they had the rest of the night.
She pulled away and slipped from between him and the wall, finishing with her clothes and combing her fingers through her long hair. Her head swiveled towards the door.
“Um…I have to go. My friends are probably looking for me. Thanks… Brad. That was great.”
“Wait!”
She turned and headed towards the door, and he tried to go after her. He cursed when he attempted a step and almost fell over. Looking down, he saw his pants crumpled around his ankles. The door banged shut. He couldn’t believe she’d just left. Just walked away and left him bare-assed in an alley. Annoyed, he reached down and jerked his slacks up over his hips. Thanks, Brad? That was great? They had just had unbelievable sex and those were the only words she could offer? Brad growled and pushed back his hair, then attended to his disheveled clothes. What the fuck? Women don’t walk out on me!
He frowned, angrily tucking in his shirt. What did he expect? He’d been out of control, a fucking animal. He’d taken her in an alley like a horny teenager and had been a puppet to his own pleasure, a rutting bull consumed with slaking his needs. He hadn’t even had the sense to put on a Goddamn condom, something he always did. He was usually more careful about his love-making and certainly performed with greater finesse.
She hadn’t looked upset, but she wasn’t exactly singing his praises either. In fact, it seemed she couldn’t wait to get away from him. Was that part of her bravado? Shit. They needed to talk. He needed to make sure she was all right. He took a step towards the door, determination straightening his spine. His gaze flicked down and he saw her torn panties laying on the ground. On impulse, he picked them up and stuffed them in his pocket. He couldn’t examine why he didn’t want to leave the memory of tonight behind.
Inside, the club seemed stuffy and suffocating. Swinging beams of light reflected off the walls and color splashed across Brad’s eyes, giving him an instant headache. He shouldered his way through the thick crowd in search of Chloe. He finally spotted her across the room, headed for the exit and accompanied by two of the nurses he’d recognized earlier.
Thankfully there was no sign of the fool who’d been hanging around her all night because he’d seriously have to hurt him. Brad was almost upon her when slender arms snaked their way around his shoulders and his steps faltered in surprise. He mentally cursed as Diane threw her body against his and planted a kiss on his cheek. She’d aimed for his lips, but he’d turned his head just in time to avoid her puckered red lips, and in time to lock gazes with Chloe right before she slipped out the door.
Inside the yellow cab, Chloe tilted her head back against the high-back leather seat. She closed her eyes and listened to Susan and Sally babble on about the evening. Apparently Susan had given the bartender Sally’s number and Sally was still undecided whether or not she’d go out with him if he called. She’d just gotten out of a long-term relationship. Chloe half listened as her mind returned to the alley behind the club. She felt physically and emotionally exhausted. She still couldn’t believe that she’d done it. She’d had sex with Dr. Markson—Brad. And it had been in-fucking-credible! No wonder Susan and Sally were always snickering and bantering about the joys of sex. She’d had no idea. Granted, it had been a long time for her, but she didn’t recall it being so immensely pleasurable, so profound. It didn’t even feel that good when she was alone.
She’d enjoyed Brad’s intensity and the way he’d pleasured and stroked her. Her channel seized with the memory of him inside her and she almost groaned aloud. She bit her lip. He must think her a total slut. She’d been the aggressor.
But he did seem to have enjoyed himself. Chloe couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips. He certainly hadn’t been repelled by her advances. In fact, he seemed to have difficulty resisting.
From repulsive to irresistible!
It was just sex, Chloe. He’s a man. He’d probably screw anyone! You practically threw yourself at him. You begged him. What was he supposed to do? And you were irresponsible…no protection.
Her inner voice chimed in. Always sober with reason, it warned her not to delude herself. It reminded her that she’d done nothing special and dulled her wonderful post-coital buzz. Chloe’s smile evolved to a frown and she chastised herself for her risky behavior. She also wondered if Brad had been able to tell just how inexperienced she was. She had no clue what she’d been doing. She’d fumbled her hands and lips all over him and he probably thought her a total spaz.
She’d been afraid to go back to his apartment, afraid that he’d quickly grow bored of her. He would have realized that beyond the initial excitement and spontaneity of the moment she was simply pedestrian. The beautiful women he dated were no doubt more sophisticated. By leaving, she could savor this capsulated memory, a moment in time that was a perfect bubble of pleasurable emotions and undil
uted passion.
After their encounter, it had taken tremendous effort to remain nonchalant and pretend he hadn’t just rocked her world. Needing to compose herself, she’d practically run from that alley. The line to the ladies room had been ridiculously long, and unwilling to wait, she’d decided to leave. Thank God no one seemed to notice anything different about her. It was only Paul who appeared to scrutinize her face with a curious eye, but he’d smiled and offered to take her home. Susan and Sally had been ready to go, and insisted on doing the honors. Chloe shifted in her seat, feeling a wet patch on her skirt, a tangible reminder of the mind-blowing sex she’d just had. The thought sent renewed desire buzzing through her belly.
She shook her head, trying to dislodge thoughts of Brad Markson. She bristled, annoyed that he always took center stage in her brain. She’d seen him with that beautiful woman in his arms just moments after leaving the alley.
Well, no regrets. She wouldn’t allow them. She was twenty-six years old, for God’s sake! She’d stepped out of her dull box for once, and it had been thrilling. She had her bubble and would enjoy peering through that perfect sphere and reliving tonight. The mention of Dr. Markson’s name had her lifting her head from the leather seat. She frowned and looked at Susan, a gallop starting behind her ribs.
“What?”
Susan sighed and rolled her brown eyes dramatically. “Dr. Markson, Chloe…you know…the asshole who yelled at me a few days ago at work. He was at the club tonight.”