He took me in to where the tip of my dick hit the back of his throat; a hairsbreadth later, he was to my root, and my cock curved down his throat.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Very few men had ever been able to do that. Honestly, I’d never figured a man like him would try. I thought I’d be servicing, not the other way around.
As if he couldn’t get enough, he clamped both hands over my ass and pulled me in deeper.
“Fuck!” I was probably yelling. I couldn’t tell. “Fuck, Joel! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna—”
He was off my dick so fast it hurt, and he gripped the base of my cock hard enough I cried out in pain. “No. Not yet.”
“I’ll come again if you want.” I sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. “But I’m about to—”
“No.” He squeezed harder and met my gaze. “No. I want you to come while I’m fucking your ass. Not before.”
I hissed out a laugh, despite the ache. “Then you probably shouldn’t say shit like that.”
There was that wicked grin, the one from the bar. The one with all the promises.
Promises well made, it seemed.
Joel stood, never releasing his hold. “Tell me when it’s passed.” He kissed me. Rough, hard. His tongue dove into my mouth.
I could barely breathe, the sensations of him owning my mouth and controlling my orgasm nearly more than I could take.
Then his kiss slowed, even as he pulled my cock toward him, forcing me against his body; the kiss softened, his free hand back behind my head. His grip around my cock let my body know I was going to be fucked within an inch of my life, while his lips promised to make love to me until I was drunk on him.
I got lost in that kiss. The warmth, the pressure. The scratch of his stubble against my skin. The feeling of being swept away among the stars, with only his hand at the base of my skull tethering me to him.
He pulled away, with a sweet smile, the first I’d seen of that kind. Then it turned wicked once more. “You good?” He gave a little tug to clarify.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He released my dick, both of us looking down.
A small white bead of come leaked out and began to slide down.
Joel ran his thumb up my shaft and then held it between us before sucking it into his mouth, his gaze just as sinful as his lips.
Lowering both hands, he stepped away. He crossed the room then dug through a suitcase on the dresser. After a few moments, he returned, tossing lube and condoms on the bed. He gestured toward it with his chin. “Get on.”
I started to and then paused. “I want to see you naked first. You look amazing in that suit, but I’m kinda sick of seeing it.”
Joel only hesitated for a second; long enough I thought he would demand to fuck me while wearing the suit—which, now that the notion hit me, might be one of the sexiest things I could imagine. Couldn’t be better than his body though. He stripped off his jacket, his muscles rippling through the fabric of his shirt as he moved. I nearly asked him to let me do it, as he’d done me, but I didn’t want to wait any longer, no matter how hot it would be to discover him inch by inch. I wanted him naked and buried inside me.
He felt the same, apparently, taking off his clothes at breakneck speed but still managing to retain every ounce of dignity he’d displayed the entire night. If I had done the same, I’d have caught my toe in my sock and fallen over. Not Joel Rhodes. Though he was quick, I stood in awe and committed every newly uncovered piece of him to memory. His shirt went the way of his jacket, and he was as perfect as I’d pictured. More so. Thick planes of muscle covered his chest, bulged from his shoulders, and wound around his arms. His stomach muscles flexed with each movement. Every portion of him looked sculpted, and smooth as silk. I tried not to moan. I’m pretty sure I succeeded.
He noticed me staring and grinned, obviously enjoying my approval.
Then he was naked, and I was speechless. I stared slack-jawed at his erection and then looked up at him. “You were talking about my dick? Are you kidding me with that thing?”
He grinned. Cocky and proud. “Yours is longer than mine.”
“Yeah, but yours is crazy thick.”
He stepped closer. “Think you can take it?”
It would hurt. No doubt. “Hell yeah, I can take it.” I reached for it, probably desperately, and started to get to my knees.
“No. I need in you. Right now.”
I wanted to taste him, to explore. To spend hours discovering the most perfect body I’d ever seen. But I wanted the other more. I straightened and sat back on the bed and slid back as gracefully as I could manage. “How do you want me?”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
That worked for me. Doggy-style was one of my favorites. I started to turn onto my stomach, but he reached out and grabbed my shoulder. Pausing, I looked up at him.
He leaned over the edge of the bed, lowered his face to mine, eyes locking. Then he closed his eyes and kissed me. Slow and soft, sweeping me away. Making me think of Sundays spent in bed, long hours of tender lovemaking.
He broke the kiss and looked at me again. “You’re spectacular, Andrew. Unreal.”
I didn’t have a clue what to say. I nearly asked him why he was full of shit, but he wasn’t playing games. Unless his kisses were the best lies in the world.
“Turn over.”
I did. And goddamn if I didn’t arch my back and present my ass to him like a bitch in heat.
He chuckled. “Fuck. Yeah, definitely spectacular.”
There was the click of the lube bottle, then the cool slick of it against my hole, followed by the pressure of a thumb.
Even as my mind screamed for me to hold still, retain some dignity, I thrust backward, sinking his thumb into me up to the knuckle, arching my back farther in pleasure. Needing more.
Joel practically roared. “Fucking damn, man. Fuck yeah.” He pulled his thumb out. The bed shifted as he got into position behind me. “You’re the kind who doesn’t want all the one finger, two finger, stretch me out shit, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” The admission felt dirty. Like I should at least pretend to be a touch more virginal or some shit.
A bark of laughter. “That’s my man, fuck yeah.” He smacked my ass, hard. That wasn’t a sensation I typically enjoyed. I’d stopped hookups before when a guy wanted to spank me, but with him, I just arched up into it and got another one. Harder this time. I couldn’t hold back a yelp.
I loved it, but I didn’t want it again. Still, I braced myself for another slap. It didn’t come. Instead, he cursed.
“God, fuck. You’d think they’d make these easier to open.”
I glanced over my shoulder. Joel had one edge of the condom wrapper between his teeth; his slick fingers kept sliding off. Holy hell. He was human. It made him even sexier.
I reached for it. “Here, my hands are dry.”
He gave it to me with a scowl. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I ripped the wrapper open and passed it back.
I met his gaze. “Fuck me.”
Joel just grinned and slid the condom over his cock. He rose to a kneeling position behind me and smacked his erection over my entrance. Once, twice.
Though it killed me not to watch him, I turned back around, suddenly a little nervous about his girth.
There was another smack with his dick, and then he lined up.
Despite my best efforts, I pulled in a breath, trying to prepare.
Joel cupped my left asscheek and then smoothed his hand up over my back. “Just breathe. I’ll go at your pace, until you tell me you’re ready. Then I’ll go at mine.”
Oh, fuck. I’d never wanted a cock more. Never wanted a man more. The thought startled me for a moment. It was true. I’d never wanted any man as much as I wanted Joel Rhodes at this very instant. Well, whatever. We had enough hormones racing through our blood it was a good thing we weren’t in Vegas. Just enjoy the ride of a lifetime, Kelly; turn the brain back on later.
I did.
He pushed inside and held still.
Sucking in breath, I yelled at my body to relax. Reminded it I wanted every inch of him deep in me. I nodded when I felt it obey.
He slid in more, stretching me. So much stretching. Maybe I should’ve taken him up on the finger option to start. He pushed in a little farther, and I seized up around him.
He hissed. “Oh fuck yeah, man. That is a good hole. A tight good hole.” In contrast to his words, both hands caressed and soothed my skin, sliding over my back, around my hips, and returning to my back once more. “I’ll hold still, lean back onto me. Take me in the way you want. Feel me stretch you out.”
Even as he spoke, I pushed against him, the gravel of his filthy words making me relish every sizzle of pain as he continued to thicken as I sank over him.
I could see us, like I was observing from overhead. Watching his thick cock become mine. Seeing his endless muscles ripple and bulge with the effort of keeping from turning himself loose, like I could tell he wanted to.
Then I pushed back all the way. He was mine. Every bit of him. Filling me up, stretching me out, fully and completely claiming my body.
“That’s it. Take all of me.” He groaned as he continued to stroke my skin. “Please tell me you’re ready.”
God, had I ever not been ready for this? I nodded.
“Fuck, yes.” There was a breath, and then he began. At first, long, slow thrusts in and out, lingering just a moment at the tip of his dick to allow me to breathe and then shoving back in, each new intrusion stretching me farther. Then fast and hard. Slamming into me over and over so the ancient bed creaked and shook. I arched up into him, getting him deeper.
“That’s my man. Yes, take it all.” I felt him shift over me, standing straighter, forcing my ass higher in the air, to take him in even deeper, and then his hand was on the back of my head, shoving me into the frilly bedspread and mattress.
For a split second, panic flared, but then it faded. I could breathe. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t comfortable, but it didn’t hurt.
Then he pounded. Fast and hard, the smacking of skin loud, even though my ear was covered by his palm. And oh my God, it hurt in the best possible way.
“Fuck yes!” I felt specks of sweat on my back as Joel cursed above me. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck yes, I’m gonna come. Take my load, man.”
“No!” I cried out, not meaning to. The second I did, Joel stopped moving. Which was the last thing I wanted. “Don’t come yet. Keep fucking me. Just keep fucking me.”
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Joel
“Just keep fucking me!”
I let out a laugh. For one horrid moment, I thought I’d hurt him. That I’d done something wrong, something he’d hated. But Andrew wanted more. God, yes, he wanted more.
I was more than happy to give it to him. I gripped his hips, keeping myself buried deep, but careful not to move. “I’ll keep fucking. Give me a second. I’ll fuck you until you’re ready for me to shoot in your ass.”
Andrew whimpered, and I nearly came then.
The thought of actually coming in his ass. Of there not being a condom between us. Of being truly and completely joined with this gorgeous creature… what the fuck was I thinking? Shoving that thought aside, I released his hips and secured myself over him by pressing my hand over his head once more. “Here you go. Tell me when you can’t take it anymore.”
Another whimper.
I got lost in Andrew’s body. To the heat of him around me. The tight squeeze of him pulling and milking my cock. The smooth defined muscles of his back covered in sweat, the peach fuzz of brown hair covering the perfect globes of his ass. He’d been stunning clothed, but Andrew was perfection naked. And to find a man who looked like him and could take it just like he did…
Well, there was a first for everything, it seemed.
On and on I fucked. Until sweat drenched us and the bed, until Andrew’s cries were little more than steady, quiet moans. Until I feared I was going to break my promise and blow my load before he was ready. Then he began to keen and push against me harder, his ass even hungrier for me, his fists clenching the bedspread. His cries became staccato intakes of air until his breath caught. I felt him tighten around me so much that it hurt, and then he cried out in relief.
He’d come without even touching himself.
Between that realization and his continued spasms around my dick, I came. Hard. I pumped into him, then again, emptying myself. Once more wishing to be free of the barrier between us.
A final thrust and I held it, buried deep inside Andrew. Taking a second to try and breathe, to make sure I’d always remember this moment. How I felt. How there was no other thought than how perfect this man was. No other sensation than pleasure. No other sight than his beautiful body.
Then I pulled free and collapsed on the bed, hitting the mattress the same moment Andrew crashed down as well. I pulled off the condom, tied it off, and then dropped it over the edge of the bed.
The room was nothing more than heat, smells of sex, and panting breaths. When I was certain I wasn’t going to die from hyperventilation, I twisted to look at him. He was staring at me with those bright blue eyes. Though they were a little dazed, he looked utterly happy and somehow even more beautiful.
“Wow.”
He grinned. “Yeah. Wow. You’re, like, the world’s most perfect top.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling utterly pleased. “Said the world’s most perfect bottom.” He leaned closer, and I kissed him. His lips soft and warm. After a second, his tongue caressed mine, and I couldn’t suppress a sigh.
A man who could fuck like an animal and kiss like he was giving his soul. “You’re fucking perfect, Andrew. I’ve never met anyone who—” The sound of my words met my ears, and I froze. Who what? Never met anyone I’d wanted more? Whom I wanted to fuck and then wrap in my arms and fall asleep as I held him? Whom I didn’t want to let go?
Andrew hesitated and then smiled. It seemed forced.
Fuck. I’d freaked him out.
Or he could tell I’d freaked myself out.
Fuck.
He let out a long breath, pushed himself up to a seated position, and raked his fingers through his hair.
Even in my semi-panic, the sight of him blew my mind. He was classically beautiful. That really was the right word. I could say it a thousand times, and it wouldn’t stop describing him. The man was beautiful.
Andrew looked around the room, obviously nervous. Was he hoping I’d ask him to stay, or trying to get away before I did?
Like I’d ever do that.
Though I’d never been this close to that inclination before.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll towel off real quick before getting dressed.”
“Sure, of course.” Stay, just stay. “You can shower if you want.”
Another hesitation. “No. I’m okay and close to home.” A little laugh. “Not that there’s anywhere in Lavender Shores that isn’t close to home.” He leveled his gaze on me. “Thank you. That was… amazing.”
“Yeah, it really was.”
Then he was out of bed and drying off in the bathroom. I slid back into my pants, trying to talk myself into asking him to stay the night, knowing that I wouldn’t.
He dressed, and I couldn’t keep from watching, as much as I hated him covering back up that stunning body.
Then we were walking to the door. He was going to leave.
I could ask him to stay.
I could give him my number.
I could… I could… I didn’t know… something.
The door was open, and he looked back at me with that crooked smile.
This was the moment to kiss him. A kiss goodbye. A kiss that heated from goodbye to another round in bed. Then another.
His smile faltered, and the moment passed.
“Night, Joel.�
� He gave a little nod and headed toward the stairs.
“Goodnight, Andrew.”
He didn’t look back as he walked out of sight.
I stood at the door for several ridiculous moments until I realized I was being a complete jackass. I shut the door and headed for the bathroom. Even after all that, I still needed a cold shower.
For the first time in my life, I agreed with my father’s decision to keep me out of a managerial position at Harvest Coffee. Until this point, I’d worked harder than anyone else on the board, save for my dad. However, my lack of preparation in all things Lavender Shores was a nail in the coffin of all my arguments for taking a leadership role.
Small price to pay for the time spent with Andrew last night.
I’d sworn I set my alarm for five. Then eight in the morning rolled around, and I sat up in bed in a panic. Only half an hour before it was game time. I debated between showering and brushing my teeth or speed-reading the small novel of a memo about Lavender Shores.
The choice was easy. I’d spoken to the owner of Lavender Realty a few days before. She sounded like a middle-aged woman and had a slightly slurred Southern twang, which was weird to find in Northern California. I had a feeling looks and charm were going to go a lot further with her than knowing the ins and outs of the town. Shower it was.
With ten minutes to spare, I tossed the Lavender Shores packet in my leather satchel and left the bed-and-breakfast. I made it about ten steps down the sidewalk before I turned back around. The place was buzzing with people. They all looked groomed and moneyed, but in my suit, I stuck out as much as if I’d shown up at a wedding in board shorts.
I hurried back to my room and changed into merino wool pants and a lightweight gray sweater. Despite being the last day in May, it wasn’t supposed to get above sixty. I rushed back down the stairs but halted, staring at the place where I’d kissed Andrew against the wall.
He’d filled my dreams. The spicy smell of his skin, the sound of his moans, the taste of his precome. The longing in his eyes when he smiled. No wonder I’d overslept. Good thing he hadn’t stayed the night. I’d have blown off the morning appointment and spent the day in bed. Yeah, that’s why he shouldn’t have spent the night. I cursed at myself. There I was, running late, and I was mooning over a particular step in my hotel.
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