by Claire Angel
“I’m going to miss you. Don’t get me started on those times we have spent prowling for available pieces of ass. I think I’ve done things that I didn’t dream was possible. I wanted it all and you gave it to me on a silver platter. I learned the art of the game of seduction at your feet. I never told you this, but you have been like a brother. I never had one growing up.” He was making it sound like we were never going to see each other again, but I was going to make a conscious effort to stay connected.
“I’m going to give you a lifeline. You can still come to me and regale me with your exploits. I might be able to learn a thing or two from you for a change of pace. I don’t expect to become complacent with August. She seems open and I feel that we are a good fit. I know life throws curveballs, but I hope my time with her will be a long and healthy start of something beautiful.” I gave him a hug and he held on for a little too long to make it awkward.
“You have made your choice and now you’re going to have to lie in the same bed with the same woman for the rest of your life. I instantly feel like I should be gnawing off my arm thinking about it. I can see this makes you happy and that’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted for you. I sincerely hope this doesn’t blow up in your face. I will be watching to make sure she’s treating you right.” The ball was in his court and I had no doubt he was going to pick up where I left off.
The time had come for something different. No longer was I content pollinating from one flower to another. August was a woman I was going to come home to. I was going to take her breath away when she came over for drinks. I had a plan and I was ready to execute it.
I took a deep breath outside the door with a crowd of young women in the prime of their lives looking at me strangely. I gave them a sheepish smile and stuck my hand in my pocket. I flagged down a taxi and climbed inside with my future ahead of me.
I thought about my sacrifice and it didn’t feel like much of one. August had driven a nail into my sexual dalliances. I no longer felt the need to climb out of bed in the middle of the night looking for the exit. I was always about having my own space, but I was actually excited by the possibility of having her in bed with me at night.
Cooper was my doorman and he was acting a little odd. His face was red and I had this feeling he was keeping something from me. I couldn’t imagine him going behind my back until the elevator opened to the naked image of August wrapped in a silly red bow. We both had the same idea and somehow, she had found the accessory I was going to wear on her arrival.
I stood transfixed in one spot unable to take my eyes off of her. She looked a little uncomfortable with the bow strategically placed to hide her desirable bits. I closed my eyes and locked the image in the vault for those times that I needed inspiration.
Chapter 5
August
“I don’t know why I did this, but it seemed like a good idea when I found it waiting for me. Is this really the way you want me to be?” He started to chuckle and tried to turn away to prevent me from seeing the hilarity of the moment.
“That wasn’t supposed to be for you. I will admit that it looks a whole lot better on you than it would on me.” He came toward me and I tried to cover my shame and embarrassment with my hands.
“Are you trying to tell me that you were going to wear this and nothing else? I would’ve paid good money to see that.” He pulled the red ribbon and exposed me to his stare of approval.
I squealed in delight when he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me naked back to the bedroom. I was lying on the bed feeling vulnerable but enjoying the playful way that he was taking off his shirt. The plan was that I was going to walk in and find him naked, but it was far more delicious to see him uncover bits of exposed skin.
I clapped my approval and reached out to pull him by his belt to the edge of the bed. My hands were shaking. His hands took mine and tried to steady them. I was breathing in heavy gasps of persuasion. He lifted my chin and kissed me deeply with a passionate lock. My hands were busy undoing his button and using my sense of touch to find his zipper.
“My god… I never imagined a moment like this could come from a spontaneous office hook-up. I know you think you’re just another port in the storm, but I can assure you there is more to it.” I could still feel the faint touch of his lips even after we parted.
My hand found its way into the waistband of his black jockey shorts. They were high cut but did nothing to hide the natural wonder inside.
“I’m taking a huge chance, but I feel you’re worth it.” I pulled down his underwear and his impressive manhood slapped against his stomach with a resounding crack of thunder.
I grabbed it and felt the heavy weight curled around my fist. The shine of his polished knob was calling to me. It wasn’t hard to find my knees on the floor. Taking a deep breath, I made a conscious effort to see how much I could take. The knob was quite the challenge, but I found that I was up to the task.
It slid across my tongue and this was when I was going to find out what I was made of. I opened the closed gates of my throat and invited him in. His reaction was a suspension of disbelief in his eyes. There wasn’t 1 inch left remaining to be seen.
“I don’t usually find a girl with this kind of talent. If you could see inside my head you’d know that this moment means more to me than you can ever know.” I gave him the experience of my constricting throat for a full minute before coming up for air.
I could feel the drippings of his hot and sticky syrup. The faucet of his excitement had been turned slightly to encourage more of my bad behavior. I didn’t think the bad boy at the office could have this kind of effect on me. I was soon bobbing my head in the customary fashion of oral gratification.
He gripped my hair with both hands and thrust his hips to make me take it. I loved the control he had over me. The tight seal of my lips and my tongue had him on the edge within minutes of fucking my face.
“I think that I’m a little overheated. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I don’t think my cock has been this hard since I was in high school.” He had a loaded gun between his legs and I had my finger on the trigger getting ready to make him blow.
He was a power load on the verge of his final bow. I felt dirty and clean at the same time. I didn’t know where he found the strength to pull away from my lips. He was glistening from the head all the way down to his balls. He lifted me by the shoulders and kissed me not caring that my mouth had currently been satisfying my sweet tooth.
“I want to see you on your back with your legs spread. Show me what you did in the office, but this time hold onto your own ankles.” His direction had a lace of authority.
I couldn’t help but obey without question.
He crawled onto the bed like a panther after its prey. I could feel the muscles in my legs cramping, but I didn’t dare move from my current position. The point of his tongue moved down between my heaving breasts trailing a wet line all the way down to my navel. I shivered when he briefly made contact with my clit. He drove the length of his tongue inside of me making me throw up my hands in defeat.
“Mother of God… I’m not the only one with an experienced tongue. Did you really think that you could’ve done what you did in the office and not have to repeat it? It’s no wonder you have a black book of names.” He raised his head to question me about my knowledge about this little black book.
“I would ask how you know, but I’m sure the water cooler gossip was whispering into your ear. I’ll have you know that that book is no longer in my possession. I gave it up for something more important to me.” I let loose with every dirty word I had in my vocabulary.
I probably came up with a few new ones. I didn’t even realize they were coming out of my mouth. He was insatiable with a sexual appetite that rivaled my own. There was no stopping him from chasing down the orgasm inside me. My whole body went into sexual hysterics thrashing on the bed with him holding me down the entire time.
My fingers and toes were tingling with the rest
of my body vibrating under his touch. I was thrown into a tizzy. I blinked and found him on top of me.
“I have never wanted anybody more in my life. Don’t leave me in suspense. I feel I need to pinch myself to know that this is real. Let me touch it one last time.” I was giving him tips for a better experience for the both of us.
He kept himself from burying the length of his member into my tight sheath.
“I’m in your hands literally and figuratively. I feel like I’m in over my head. You’re definitely out of my league.” I took a hold of him and felt every single inch with my nimble fingers before fitting him into a space that didn’t seem likely to take him.
My upper half was hanging precariously in his hands off the bed. The forces at work made our competitive juices boil to the surface. I was slamming up against him and he was using the battering ram of his excitement to meet me stroke for stroke. It was gentle and forceful at the same time.
“Yes…just like that…I love the fire that I see in your eyes and the way that you fuck me with abandon. You know that you are never going to get away from me.” I didn’t think my legs could spread that far and then they were over my head almost touching my ears.
“August, I don’t feel I have any limits when it comes to you. My body has been looking in vain for someone to match my sexual stamina in the bedroom. I would say that search is over. You ease my troubled mind and I don’t feel like I have to watch the world through rose-colored glasses.” He sounded sincere.
I was looking out the window at the dark side of the moon, but the sight in front of me was far more appealing.
“You are my kryptonite, Roman. I’m delirious with a whirlwind of emotions. You bring out the woman in me like no other man has ever been able to do.” I was pinned to the mattress with the rag doll of my body twisting in his grasp. It was hard to keep up with his overdeveloped sense of self.
“August, you are as hot as your name indicates. I feel like I’m burning up inside. You have definitely raised my temperature to an all-time high.” My whole body was bouncing off the mattress and our breathing had become synchronized.
“I love the way that you get fired up. I can feel the healthy specimen buried inside of me. I never thought something like this could happen to me. I always had this tendency of attracting the wrong guy. You are something special. I never want you to lose the twinkle of the bad boy inside of you.” He was drilling hard and fast without mercy.
“Your response to what I’m doing is making it hard to continue. I look down and I am mesmerized by the scene before me. You have me in your womanly crosshairs.” His breath was short and I screamed in a volume that didn’t seem possible.
The tremble in my thighs travelled between my legs. The sensation made me breathless. I barely had the energy to slap his chest lightly to encourage his continued exploration of my flesh. I felt the wheels were going to come off the bus. The length of him had somehow gotten a little bigger with the knob swelling in the confines of my sex.
He lifted me to him with our legs entwined together and his hand on my back. We kissed madly with our effort to continue a little awkward in this position. It was a new experience, but he could barely move which slowed down his momentum. I was still squeezing him tightly in a rhythm that was pleasing.
I fell backward with my body arched into the air. He followed not breaking contact and was filling me with the love of his boiling seed. I saw the muscles in his neck straining with this low decibel moan of acceptance. We were soon lying in each other’s arms after the deed was done.
We talked about it and I agreed to move in with him. My head was still spinning from how fast this relationship had developed. I made a decision to give my apartment rent-free for the month to Sandra.
I got a full-time position in my dream job, but unfortunately, it was not within the same building Roman went to every morning. It didn’t mean we didn’t come to each other’s office with some closed-door negotiations. This romance had a happy ending with many lunches that didn’t include food. We found what made us complete. To think it began with the shock of losing my job.
THE END
TASTE OF GREECE
A BAD BOY HOLIDAY ROMANCE
BY
CLAIRE ANGEL
BLURB:
I was feeling nostalgic. I wanted to have some kind of adventure.
Jesse Callas stopped me dead in my tracks. He was alone on holiday.
I had dragged my two best friends along for the ride. They were reluctant.
I wanted to find some time to be alone with him.
His eyes conveyed his lust.
His body was of a Greek god. I was looking forward to the culture shock.
He was a free spirit. I wanted to live vicariously through his eyes.
He was hiding from his past. Sometimes the past wasn’t that easy to run from.
Leaving home wasn’t easy. This was supposed to be a new chapter.
Melody was as sweet as her name suggested.
My life wasn’t simple. I had to have eyes in the back of my head.
There was no denying the chemistry between us.
Could I resist given the chance?
Her friends warned her. I’m glad she had her own mind.
Melody was calling to me in a language I could understand.
Our paths were destined to cross….
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Chapter 1
Melody
The wind was blowing through my hair. I had the top down on my black 65 Mustang. My two best friends were in the backseat bickering as usual. They never could get along.
This was our last chance to blow off some steam before tackling the real world after college. The road trip was my idea. They were reluctant and never were much for stepping outside of their comfort zone.
“I don’t know why I put up with the two of you. We are going our separate ways and who knows when we are going to see each other again. We’ve been on the road for 12-hours. We have no destination and the adventure is only beginning. Can’t you feel it in the air? The universe is telling us big things are in our future.” I used one hand to grab the length of my blonde hair and I twisted it into a knot to keep it from blowing in my face.
September was known for its Indian summers. We had taken the summer to prioritize and get ready for the next phase of our lives. The colors changing on the trees were mesmerizing. The nip in the air at night was a respite from the stifling humidity during the day.
I had a job waiting for me in Washington clerking for one of the chief justices. It was an amazing opportunity and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.
“Melody, that’s easy for you to say when you have had your whole life mapped out for you from the moment that you were old enough to know any better. My plans are to join the military and to find some structure and discipline. I’ve never been the girl that wears dresses.” Angel had short white hair out of the bottle and the most hypnotic green eyes I had ever seen.
“Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous that we know what we are doing with the rest of our lives. My next stop is Paris during fashion week under the tutelage of a famous designer. He was impressed by my designs and wants me to oversee his entire collection.” Ginger was a redhead with the temperament of Jobe.
We had met in high school and became fast friends doing everything together including losing our virginity on prom night. Their experience was more rewarding than the awkward and clumsy hands of my date.
The towns had come and went. We had stopped to record certain moments for posterity. My best friends had touched me deeply with their gift of a brand-new leather briefcase. I was ready to jump into the deep end of the political landscape of Washington. This road trip was to solidify our bond.
“We wanted to stay together for the rest of our lives, but it looks like destiny has other plans for us. This is my chance to tell you how much you both mean to me. You’ve been there through the good times and the bad times. I couldn’t ask fo
r two better friends. We’ve never been shy to tell each other how we feel about our decisions. I may not agree with a military future, but I will always stand by you both with the necessary support to hold you up.” I was the party animal and it was kind of ironic considering my first time was a dismal disappointment.
“We came with you for one last game-changing moment in our lives. By this time next month, I will be neck deep in the obstacle course during basic training. Truth be told, I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on some of their guns. I was born to shoot from the moment I was old enough to go hunting with my father.” Angel was quite proficient in using a weapon and used her newfound skills to intimidate a girl that was bullying me.
One shot over her head had put the fear of god into her. She never did raise a hand or say a disparaging word about me again. I was one of the lucky ones to escape the purgatory of high school unscathed. I had my friends to thank for that. We had our strengths and weaknesses and knew how to use that to our advantage.
“I remember those times we substituted for each other.” I was the intellectual of the three of us and I helped them navigate the choppy waters of whatever class that was making them tear their hair out.
They somehow convinced me to take tests in their place. A well-placed wig and some makeup fooled the teachers. We still had a good laugh about that.
Ginger was a consummate flirt and drew the boys into her gravity with one look. Angel was tough and carried the big stick of her attitude into any fight. The one thing we had in common was our dysfunctional families of broken homes and no siblings. We became the sisters we never had. I could choose my friends, but I couldn’t choose my family.