I turn around and his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he catches sight of my breasts.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
I freeze. “What?”
“I want to look at you.”
I exhale the breath I was holding and let his startling blue eyes feast on me.
“Come forward,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
I move towards him and he leans forward and squeezing both my breasts together sucks both nipples into his warm, wet, velvetly mouth. I watch him in wonder. He looks up and our eyes meet. Never before has a man worshipped my body the way he is doing. My breasts start to throb with pleasure. By the time my nipples plop out of his mouth they are swollen and tingling.
He leans back and in a quick smooth movement takes his sweatpants and underwear off.
Oh Jesus! My eyes widen in shock. His cock is a sight to behold. Massive. Thick. And angry looking. There must be ten inches there, it’s the kind of dick that begs to be ridden. When I look up to his face, he is watching me.
“Not many girls can take all of me,” he warns.
I can believe that. “I can,” I whisper. His cock is calling to me. James could never satisfy me. He was too thin, too average. I’m a big girl and I need a big man to fill me up.
He smiles slowly, wolfishly, his eyes moving down my body. “Yes, I think you can.”
I tear open the condom and straddle him, taking his enormous cock in my hand, I stroke it in a way that I hope comes off as confidence. I bite my lip and he reaches up to brush his thumb across my mouth.
“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs, one hand resting on my thigh.
I roll the condom down on him. Wrapping my fingers around him I slowly stroke him a couple of times. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside me, I would have happily spent the rest of the evening making him come with my mouth. I had never been much one for blowjobs with James, but with this man, I want to worship his cock every which way I can.
He grabs my hips as I lift myself above him. I can feel his cock head pushing up against the entrance of my wet, ready slit. Part of me wants to slide the thick shaft all the way in. But another part of me wants to take my time, make this slow, savor every second. So, without once taking my eyes from his, I slowly, slowly, slowly take him inside of me.
Chapter 9
Dawn
Holy moly, he is so big he stretches and fills even me. I didn’t feel this way even when I lost my virginity. At that second I know, I am forever ruined for any other man.
He tilts his head back into the pillow and grits his teeth, like he’s trying to keep from coming right then and there. I love the effect I have on him. There’s something intoxicating about knowing that he’s so into me he has to fight not to lose control. He feels incredible inside of me, spreading me open so that I am somewhere in that perfect space between pain and pleasure. I lean my head back and part my lips, and he runs his hands up my waist, across my breasts, down my arms.
“You look fucking incredible,” he growls, dragging his nails across my skin and making me squirm.
I begin to rock my hips and back and forth, taking my time, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. It has been such a long time since I have been fucked, really fucked, and never ever like this, but I don’t want to rush. I’d love to make this last all night long if I can.
He lets me set the pace at first, and simply lays there and looks up at me as I ride his cock. I love the feel of his eyes on me, on my breasts. I loved the feeling of his admiring gaze from the moment he spotted me across the room at his gym.
Not once in my life have I felt so desired by someone. Actually, I feel almost drunk on the power of his attention. I begin to bounce up and down on him, pressing my hands into his well-muscled chest and using it as leverage to take him as deep into me as I can. He runs his hand up my back and meshes his fingers in my hair, tugging it back a little to expose my throat, and sits up to run his tongue along my neck as though he’s tasting the most delicious dessert in the world.
And then, and only then, he begins to match my pace.
He’s so strong I have to hang on to him so I don’t get thrown across the bed. I slip my arms around his shoulders as he thrusts into me, matching the pace that I’ve set, his cock deeper in me than anything ever has been before. I have never felt this kind of satisfaction before him. I feel sated, completely and utterly, and realize in an instant that all the other guys I’d been with before this one had never truly appreciated me the way he is.
This man wants every part of me, and he isn’t afraid to let me know and I don’t even know his name. I lean back to kiss him, our tongues dancing as he slows his pace for a moment and lets me roll my hips back and forth. As soon as our mouths part he returns to fucking me hard. I let myself go limp in his arms, allowing him to use me anyway he sees fit, and lightly sink my teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. He growls in pleasure, actually growls, and pushes me backwards onto the bed so that he’s now on top.
I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his back and pulling him deep into me, and he needs no more guidance. He sits up, pulling my hips towards him, and his eyes trace up and down my body as he takes me. His tongue flicks out across his lips for a moment, as though he’s considering everything that he’s going to do with me, and then he closes his eyes and tips his head back, jaw clenching once more. I can tell he’s getting close.
I don’t take my eyes from his face. I want to see this, to watch him give in to how much he wants me. I feel my pussy clenching once more, tightening around his cock, and to my surprise realize that I, too, am close again. I reach up and run my hands over his body, forcing myself to remember this moment, this feeling. I have a feeling I’ll be coming back to it a hell of a lot in the future.
“Fuck…” He roars as he thrusts himself into me, deep and hard, one last time.
He comes hard, his entire body shaking, and moments later I find myself in the same place, every inch of me trembling with pleasure as the second orgasm crests and explodes in me. He holds himself inside of me, as though he can’t bear to admit this is over quite yet, as I let my breath return to normal.
I look down and see his cock still buried deep in my pussy, and the sight of us connected like that is enough to send another shiver of desire across my flesh.
He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom, before crashing back down on the bed next to me. I’m exhausted, and it looks like he is too. I reach out to play with his hair, twirling a strand around my finger, and he looks up at me and grins, wide and cocky.
“Hungry?” he asks, and for a split second my stomach lurches, uncertain if he’s laughing at me. Is he’s using the way I look as some kind of sick joke against me? But there is nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and I shrug, pulling the covers up and around myself.
He frowns. “Don’t hide from me.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to…” I trail off, not sure what I want to tell him. It isn’t as though he hasn’t seen every inch of me anyway, and yet, for some reason, I still feel as though I need to hold back. As though I want to hold on to the last thread of insecurity, if he sees me like this, outside the throes of desire, he might be disgusted with me the same way James had been.
“But I want to see you, baby,” he says and peels the covers away from around my neck, down my breasts and off my legs.
I say nothing as he deliberately lets his eyes flow down my naked flesh.
“Now open your legs for me,” he orders.
I hesitate for a second, then widen my thighs, and he looks at my swollen pussy with satisfaction, like he’s just landed the hottest woman in the world. Then he drags his eyes back to mine. “Now, before I fuck you again, I asked if you were hungry.”
“I guess so,” I admit, and he rolls out of bed, cockily strutting through the door. I can’t keep the smile off my face then. He’s…he actually wants me to stay. He wants me to st
ick around, even after we’re done. I hear some rummaging in his kitchen, and he returns a few moments later with a tub of ice-cream in hand. He has a couple of spoons with him, and tosses me one.
“I’ve been craving this all day,” he flops down on the bed next to me and grins widely. I blink at him, a little nervous.
“What’s your name?” I ask, looking at the gorgeous, perfect man sprawled on the bed opposite me who seems nothing but completely comfortable and relaxed in my presence.
“Ace. Ace Stone,” he sticks his hand out, and I take it. “You?”
“Dawn Perry,” I reply, giggling. “Nice to meet you.”
“That was one of the more inspired greetings I’ve come across in my life,” he remarks, unpopping the lid from the ice cream and offering it to me. I try to keep my face from showing my thoughts. If I’d tried to eat ice-cream after sex with James, he would have sat there with a dirty look on his face silently projecting all his hang-ups about me getting fat. I glance at the lid. Full-fat, proper vanilla ice cream. I grin.
Okay, so this is a man totally after my own heart.
I dig my spoon into the container, and scrape a spoonful. I slip it into my mouth and close my eyes. It tastes so good. I struggle to remember the last time I actually ate proper ice cream.
“This is delicious.” I sigh, sucking on the spoon. The coolness of the ice cream after the heat of our bodies next to each other is weirdly erotic. He hasn’t bothered to put any clothes on, but then, if I looked like him I don’t think I’d bother either. He turns to look at me and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Cold?” he asks, brushing his fingers down my arm.
I shake my head. “No,” I breath, shivering at his touch.
He grins. “Hot?”
“A bit.”
He leans in to press a kiss against my collarbone, and his mouth is cold from the ice-cream. It feels good.
“Mmm,” The tiniest moan escapes my lips, and he pounces on that, reading correctly into my reaction. He reaches for the ice cream tub and scoops a small chunk out, bringing it over to me. For a moment, I think he’s about to feed me a bite, but instead he lets the ice cream slip from the spoon and pool in my collarbone.
I close my eyes. Wow, that feels so good. The coolness against the heat of his breath as he leans down to kiss it off me is…fuck, it’s almost too much. I quiver beneath his touch as he slowly takes care of the melting ice cream on my skin. He knows precisely what he’s doing and I am completely helpless to resist him. He brushes his icy lips up my neck and briefly our lips touch again, before he pulls back to grab another scoop of ice cream. This time, he leans forward and drizzles it playfully across my neck, letting the coldness creep down my skin and towards my nipples, which are now standing at full attention…
“Let’s see where else I can cool you down, huh?” He murmurs and before I know it he has dived towards me once more, taking care of the melting drip that curves down over one of my breasts. I lean back and close my eyes. Ice cream and sex? A man after my own heart. And various other parts of me, too. By the time he dribbles cold ice cream on my clit, I’m dizzy with lust. The warm of his mouth latching on to my cold clit is more than I can bear.
I scream.
Chapter 10
Dawn
Vanilla or chocolate? I dither between the two flavors in the freezer cabinet in front of me until my mind drifts back to that first night with Ace. Yeah, I think I know which one I need to go for. I pick the vanilla tub out of the cabinet and drop it into the basket.
And that’s when I look up, and see him.
I freeze for a moment, feeling as though my feet have been rooted to the spot. It takes me a moment to regain composure. James. Has it really been that long since I last saw him? Long enough that it feels as though my entire body had seized up at the sight of him, just standing there in front of me in the supermarket aisle. What is he doing down this end of town, anyway? I’m staying with Ace, but I can’t imagine someone like James can afford to live in a neighborhood as nice as the one Ace just moved to.
He looks up and sees me, and he immediately flushes bright red. As well he might, given the way he treated me the last time we saw each other. He stands there for a moment, just looking at me, and then makes his way towards me. I can’t believe it. I want to turn around and walk away from him, but I have to admit, I’m interested to hear what on earth he has to say for himself.
He pauses in front of me and looks me up and down. I’m pissed that he thinks he can just stand there and ogle me, but I feel a little ping of triumph at the way his eyebrows shoot up as he takes in my new look. I’m just in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing fancy at all, but I’ve lost a good fifteen pounds since we last saw each other.
Dating a gym owner with a predilection for athletic, energetic sex has its upsides, I guess. I still have all my curves, and while Ace made it clear that he would have been happy with me looking exactly the way I did the day he met me, it feels good to be a little tighter and tauter around the middle.
“Hey,” I greet, raising my eyebrows and forcing him to direct his attention from my breasts back to my face. He raises his gaze and blinks at me.
“Yeah, hello,” he nods. “I…uh, you look really good…I mean real good”
“Thanks,” I reply, deliberately taking another tub of Vanilla ice cream and dropping it into my basket. It hits the tub already in there and rolls around a bit. James’s eyes widen. Yes, James, two tubs of full fat real ice cream. In a perfect world, I would have just turned away and left him right there and then. Because that would be the perfect revenge, but he continues talking, and I’ve been brought up properly. It’s not polite to walk away when someone is still talking to you.
“Uh, so how are things going?” he asks, and I think I see a twinkle of hope in his eyes. I must have imagined it. It cannot be…
“Yeah, I’m doing great,” I nod, tossing my hair over one shoulder. I had it cut the week before, and actually styled so it wasn’t just a crazy mess that I pulled back into a ponytail every morning.
“Yeah, you look great.” Again that predatory look. Wow! Unbelievable.
“What about you?” I ask, noting the slight paunch in his belly and the stubble smattered across his face. He looks as though he’s been through the wringer. I struggle to give much of a damn. “You still with that…er…girl?” See, how much I’ve grown and matured. I could so easily have used the right word: slut.
“Uh…” he trails off, sliding his eyes away from mine. “Actually, no. We…we split up a couple of months ago.”
That didn’t last long. Much as I would have enjoyed pointing that out to him, I want to keep the high ground here.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I lie through my teeth. I’m sure he can tell that I’m bullshitting him, that I’m actually revelling in the fact that he probably got dumped for being such a cheating piece of shit by the latest girl he snared into his web, but I don’t care. I had no reason to put on a front around him, or even pretend that I had anything other than contempt for him.
“I was…I’ve been thinking about you a lot, actually,” he mumbles, and I raise my eyebrows. He wouldn’t try to…put the moves on me, would he? That would be ridiculous. Surely, he knew that after you dumped a woman by calling her fat and announcing that you’d been cheating on her, like a stinking dog, you don’t get a second chance. Even if I hadn’t been head over heels for Ace, I would have turned him down flat. How little self-respect did he think I had?
“Oh yeah?” I glance around, wondering where Ace is. I could use him on my arm right now, to remind James that he didn’t get to come crawling back and expect me to swoon all over him again. That time is well past.
“Yeah, Dawn…” he trails off once more, struggling to find the words.
I don’t help him along.
“I think I made a mistake,” he admits finally, and I expect to feel something. Vindication, maybe, excitement that he’s admitted my point after all this tim
e. But I feel nothing. Just flatness. I barely even raise my eyebrows at him.
“I was wondering, if you’re still up for it…”
I am too paralysed with second-hand embarrassment for him to stop him.
“If you might like to come on a date with me? We could give things a brand new start, try again…I’ve changed so much and…so have you.” He gestures up and down my body. “We were good together.”
He wants to come crawling back to me now I’ve lost some of that weight he hated so much and yet did everything in his power to make sure I did not lose. Well, I lost two hundred pounds of dead weight when he left me, and I’m not about to let that pile back on.
Before I can reply, I feel an arm slide around my waist, and inhale the scent of Ace’s new expensive aftershave. The gym has really taken off in the last few months, since we met, and he’s been treating himself (not to mention me) to all kinds of luxuries as a result – a new apartment, fancy new clothes, trips out to the kind of restaurants that I could only drool over in the food section of the Sunday paper before I met him. Sometimes, it’s like living in a fairy tale – except he’s far from some chaste prince waking me with only a kiss. Between the legs, yeah, maybe.
“Hey.” Ace greets me with a soft peck on the cheek, and I can tell that he’s staking his territory too.
James stares at us blankly, at Ace’s hand resting easily around my waist. It takes him a good few moments of staring dumbly before he seems to realize what’s going on between the two of us.
“James, this is my boyfriend, Ace,” I introduce. “Ace, this is James. I think I mentioned him to you once or twice?”
“Yeah, I think he came up,” Ace gives James a withering once-over.
James shifts from foot to foot. He looks uncomfortable. I wonder if he’s internally comparing himself to Ace, if he’s feeling inadequate in his presence. If he wonders how someone like him could ever want to date a woman like me. It had taken me awhile to understand that. Even now, I sometimes find myself looking at Ace, at his amazing body, and his growing success, his strong ambition, his sense of humour, and his sweet side, and wonder what in the hell he’s doing with me.
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