No Reservations

by Lilly Cain

  She’d treated him badly, although he didn’t seem as upset as she would have thought. Now she’d promised him another flight and was taking him home. Except she wasn’t certain there was another flight available tomorrow. And she wasn’t sure she could handle another round of that amazing sex. It might let him in a little too close.

  “You’re speeding.” He took up so much space in her little car. He’d insisted on keeping an eye on her. Now he was sitting in her tiny vehicle, headed for her messy house and looking like a cat, a really big cat, who seemed to believe she was a bowl of cream.

  “I know.” She bared her teeth at him, all too aware she must seem insane. She had to stay in charge. As long as she was the one calling the shots, she’d be fine.

  He was quiet, apparently relaxed. Was he smug? Certain she was going to be a good form of entertainment while he waited to go off on his usual tear with the boys? Except his description of his time with his friends didn’t sound like a wild ride with old college drinking pals. Was he thinking of what they were going to do together? Maybe she should just get him a hotel room.

  “How about I drop you off at the Holiday Inn? I’ll prepay the room and send you the tickets for the next flight.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. They were almost at her house. Where the hell had the nervous butterflies in her stomach come from? She was the one who was in charge; she had decided to take him home.

  “Oh no, I think I’m going to keep my eyes on you until my flight. Not that I don’t trust you. But you know. I don’t trust you.” He laughed, a deep chuckle that had her wondering if a sound could bring a woman to orgasm. A small fire had started low in her belly.

  I definitely need to get laid more often. This is ridiculous. She pulled over and parked the car.

  “Okay. Fine. This is my street. That’s my apartment.”

  “Nice.”

  They sat in the car for a moment.

  “Well, come on. You can have the guest room.” She hopped out of the car and led the way across the small parking lot and up the stairs of the brownstone. It felt odd to stand at her door with her key in the lock and a man behind her, waiting to be let in.

  “Alicia?”

  She turned to look at him as the door swung open. He was closer than she’d thought. “Yeah?”

  “I don’t want to sleep in the guest room.” His lips were on hers as his statement trailed to an end. The kiss took her deeply, quickly, though the moment seemed to spin out in slow motion.

  Her tongue met his and she gave up any idea of doing anything with this man other than taking him to bed, now. She closed her lips around his tongue and sucked. He groaned and pulled her closer. Together they took a step into the doorway and stumbled. She grabbed at him as he steadied them against the hallway wall and managed to shut the door behind them.

  She gasped as he broke the kiss and then kissed her cheek, neck, his lips roving as his hands fumbled with her jacket belt. She held on to the lapels of his coat while he tugged her jacket down to bare her neck. It reminded her of the way he’d controlled her, held her bound in the hotel room, and she stepped away long enough to yank her jacket from her shoulders and toss it on the floor. His eyes were dark and almost unfocused with raw need. The desire she saw there was enough to make her pussy throb with wet heat.

  The hall and stairs were hers. The apartment encompassed the first two floors of the building, and her bedroom was on the level just above the entrance. She turned to lead him there, but his fingers were in her hair and at the zipper fold on the back of her dress. Caught, she held still while he slid the zipper down. The sound and the gasp of her breath seemed loud in the stillness of the empty apartment, an erotic whisper. Unable to see him, she shivered when his lips grazed over the top of her naked spine. Her dress slid to the wooden landing in front of the staircase.

  She began to turn toward him but he stopped her, drew her to his chest and kissed the back of her neck. His cock pressed against her, hard and thick in the confines of his pants. Reaching around her, he flipped up the cups of her underwire bra and cupped her breasts.

  “My God, Alicia, you feel so damn good.” His voice rasped in her ear, his hot breath sending a ripple of sensation straight to her nipples.

  Alicia wiggled her ass against him and he pinched her hard nipples. “Come upstairs with me. My bedroom is right above us.”

  “I don’t think I can wait.”

  His teeth grazed her earlobe, then her neck. He turned her around to face him. She arched when she saw his dark eyes focused on her breasts. He released one breast and lowered his mouth to suck on her tight bud. She opened her mouth to insist they move to her bedroom but words escaped her as he slid his long fingers down her belly to the edge of her panties. She couldn’t think, couldn’t begin to find the words or desire to object when he pushed aside the narrow silk band of her underwear and rubbed the wet folds of her pussy. Unable to resist, she widened her stance, opening herself for him.

  He worked one finger inside her, teasing her clit, and she moaned, swaying her hips. The bedroom suddenly seemed too far away. She caught the edge of his pants and searched blindly for his belt buckle. They hadn’t flicked on the hall light and only the dim glow from the streetlight outside the curtained front window gave them any illumination. Catching the belt buckle, she yanked it open and slid down his zipper just as he stroked a second finger along the edge of her pussy lips.

  “Fuck, I need you right now.” He sounded broken, his demands ragged.

  Under her questing fingers, his cock thrust free from his pants. He pulled at her panties and with a jerk, ripped the side seam. She laughed and rained kisses over his face, neck, anything she could reach. His hands were everywhere, playing with her nipples and her pussy, clasping her ass.

  “Condom?” The word sounded like a plea on her lips, and she thought as he began to thrust his two fingers in and out of her pussy that she would beg if that was what the man needed. She’d never experienced such urgency, or that despite it the moment moved so slowly.

  “Right, right.” His words were a half gasp, half groan. His pants were working their way down his thighs. He let her go with one hand for a moment, grabbed at them and searched his pocket. Finding the foil packet, he ripped it open with his teeth and one hand while he thumbed her clit with the other.

  Dear God, he’s ambidextrous. Laughter bubbled in her but was stifled as she felt the slick surface of the lubricated condom now stretched over Travis’s cock. It felt cool against the heat of her skin. He withdrew his fingers from her clit. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up onto the second stair and in one smooth thrust pushed his cock into her.

  Alicia gripped the handrail with one hand and Travis’s shoulder with the other. She wrapped one leg around his waist and took him in, rolling her hips with his thrust. Her heart pounded, and he growled as he took her. She fought to keep a bubble of excited laughter down. They were really doing it—having sex on the stairs of her brownstone, unable to make it up the single flight of steps to her second floor and her bedroom, or the few steps down the hall to the living room sofa. It was awkward, rough and delicious.

  Travis took them up another step, pulling her with him as though she weighed nothing. His face was buried in her chest, the exquisite pain and pleasure raking her as he alternated between hard sucking and soft biting at the tips of her nipples. His hands cupped the curve of her ass and he kneaded her flesh and thrust into her again and again. Waves of ecstasy crashed against her, each one driving her closer and closer to completion until she felt herself teeter on the edge. She fought with his shirt to expose his back to her touch and gripped his shoulders hard as she realized that she was toppling into orgasm and that they were losing their balance on the stairs.

  Travis twisted, taking her down with him as he landed hard on the stairs. He took the brunt of the fall. Her orgasm didn’t stop—she was impaled on him and could hardly recognize her own voice as she called out his name. He jerked inside her and clutched he
r body tight against his as she came. He stroked his cock deeper while she shuddered over him. And then he was joining her, his orgasm accompanied with a masculine growl that made her pulse throb harder.

  A moment later they were still lying there, crumpled on the stairs and trying to catch their breath. Alicia cleared her throat. That was the wildest thing I’ve ever done. Now would come the awkwardness—she dreaded it. How could they top that crazy passion? She suddenly realized his pants were stuck around his knees, and she was still wearing the half-ripped-off panties. The whole thing struck her as funny and despite her best effort, a snort of laughter escaped her.

  He looked into her eyes and a huge grin spread across his face. In a moment he was laughing with her.

  Chapter Three

  Travis felt shell-shocked and kind of in awe at his level of attraction for Alicia. It was more than the crush he’d had on her during college. Having his fantasy come to life didn’t dispel the feelings he’d had for her then. Instead, holding her in his arms tickled his interest into overdrive. He wanted to know more about her. What was her life like? She owned a company, had a saucy girl friend and loved art. Already she was more complex than he’d realized. There had to be more to her, and he needed to know everything.

  He struggled to yank his pants up over his hips as laughter threatened to break out, a relaxed chuckle he fought to control. It might come out sounding too self-satisfied when he simply felt happy. He winced at a twinge of pain. His elbow hurt like hell, now that he could think about anything other than coming. His ass hurt, too. Why in God’s name didn’t we make it to the bedroom? “I’m too old for this kind of thing.”

  “Um, just a minute.” Alicia bounced up off the steps like she was still eighteen and dashed around the corner with nothing on but her heels. The sight of her naked ass stirred his cock to life. Maybe I’m not that old.

  Alicia rounded the corner back toward him again and her perky breasts had him licking his lips in appreciation. When she returned, he noticed she’d ditched her torn panties. She held a box of facial tissues. She thrust a handful of tissues at him, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Gratefully he cleaned up the spent condom and hid a grin over her frank observation. She was staring at his cock, now half-swollen or, depending how you looked at it, still partially erect from their last embrace. Maybe he would never lose his hard-on around her. It certainly seemed like he’d had one ever since meeting her at the airport bar.

  “Not bad for round one.” Challenge riddled her tone, at once amusing him and electrifying him.

  He already wanted her, but now it was a game again, without the crushing need he’d felt to have her the minute they’d crossed the threshold of her apartment. “Ding ding.” He zipped up his pants so his hands would be free and scooped her up in his arms. “Round two coming up. Bedroom’s right above us, you say?”

  She laughed and kissed his neck. The stairwell was lined with photos, but he barely noticed them after she slid a hand into the remnants of his shirt and pinched his flat nipple until it ached under her fingers. Reaching the top of the stairwell, he noted the bedroom door but opted for the open bathroom door instead, setting her down on the sink countertop while he flicked the hot water on in the shower. She seemed to be in the mood to play, and thinking of their competitive nature in the past made him want to offer her a new kind of game.

  “Shall we try a little wager?”

  “Why not? Bring it on.”

  “First one to make the other say ‘please’ in the shower gets the choice of sexual favor later.” He grinned at her as he tugged his clothes off. “I like being on top, by the way.”

  “Cheeky, aren’t you. Is that a request or a threat?” She slid off the countertop and stalked past him, close enough to brush her nipples along the back of his arm. She kicked off her heels and stepped into the shower, a come-and-get-me-now expression on her lips and in her eyes.

  “Both.” He stepped onto the tiled shower stall behind her and slid the stall doors shut. It was tight with the two of them in the small shower at once, but that was perfect and he immediately enjoyed the way his cock, fully engorged again, brushed up against her ass. He nuzzled the back of her neck. “I take it, since we weren’t interrupted down there, that you live alone?” He followed the question with a quick nip along the wet skin of her throat.

  “I live alone. Except for Bruce, of course.”

  “Bruce?” Travis hesitated. He hadn’t even asked if Alicia was single. Some people didn’t discriminate over screwing a pretty woman no matter what her status was, but he wasn’t one of them. Getting involved with a married woman would break a promise to himself that he had no intention of crossing. Not again, not after he’d gotten involved with a friend of a friend, one who turned out to be married.

  “Yeah.” She slid her hands, now heavily lathered with liquid soap, over the curve of his ass. “But he won’t disturb us. He isn’t jealous, like some guys.”

  “Really.” The word came out a bit strangled as she lathered his balls.

  “Nah. And he doesn’t care for showers. Although—” Alicia paused as if in thought while she absently washed his cock. Each stroke drove liquid pleasure through him and he held back a groan. Boyfriend be damned, she felt like heaven and if she didn’t stop soon, the game would be over before it practically began. “Although,” she continued, “he does like to bathe. And he loves to wash me, too.”

  Alicia kneeled before him in the shower. He gripped the shower door handle and leaned some of his weight against the wall in desperation. She was talking about another man and her lips were perilously close to his jutting cock. A little thrust, and she’d be licking his skin instead of her lips. And before that was going to happen he needed to know one thing.

  “Who the hell is Bruce?”

  Alicia giggled and stroked him harder.

  “Alicia, please.”

  “Mmmm. I win.” She took him into her mouth and sucked, long, pulling sensations that made him want to weep. “Bruce is my cat.”

  *

  Alicia left Travis in the tub, slipping out of the shower before he had a chance to recover from the half-finished blowjob. God, it was fun to play with him, body and mind. What would he be like when they weren’t crawling all over each other? What was he really like when every moment wasn’t about sex? She shoved the thoughts aside. Did she really want to know? It hadn’t been that long since her divorce was finalized, and although Travis didn’t remind her that much of her ex anymore, he was probably still a player. He was still single, after all, and he loved games.

  She grabbed a towel and threw it toward Travis, snatching another two up for herself. Just stay in the moment, girl. Have fun. Travis was right behind her, so she hurried into the bedroom. She had a favor to collect. Walking over to the bed, she flipped the bedspread down and pushed her pillows off to one side. Quickly she dried off and spread her second towel on the bed. The soft sounds behind her told her Travis had enter the room, but she ignored him for a moment as she turned on the small bedside light and opened the bedside table drawer.

  Amazingly, since she couldn’t remember when she’d needed it last, her favorite massage oil was still tucked inside, along with, thank God, a box of condoms and her vibrator and lube duo. She set the massage oil on the table and left the drawer open then climbed up onto the bed to lie facedown on the towel. Travis walked silently up to the edge of the bed. Her heart pounded. She’d played a couple of tricks on him now. Would he take the opportunity to get even?

  “I want a massage as my prize.” She managed the words but couldn’t stop her slight shiver as she flipped open the towel she’d wrapped around her damp body.

  “Close your eyes.” He spoke quietly, his words a warm layer of velvet.

  She complied, snuggling her face against the smooth sheets on her mattress. It occurred to her then that she trusted him, at least on a sensual level, to make her happy. Before she could consider the implications of that thought too closely, he was cli
mbing up on the bed to kneel over her.

  The first drip of massage oil was cold—punishment, perhaps, for teasing him earlier. He dripped small droplets down her spine and she shivered. He shifted positions so that he had a thigh on either side of her hips. The heat from his body sent waves of pleasure through her, and when he began to rub in the now-warm oil, she moaned aloud in delight.

  “Like that, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She liked it even better when he massaged the sides of her breasts. And then, as she began to truly relax, he shifted lower. A trickle of oil caressed the crack of her ass. His hands cupped her cheeks, slowly caressing them. He applied pressure and kneaded the globes of her buttocks. The more he rubbed, the more oil worked its way down her ass and toward her pussy.

  She kept silent but began to tilt her hips up at an angle. She struggled to push her legs open wider, except his stance over her kept her from being able to do more than open them slightly. In response, she pushed her ass upward until there was no way he could imagine it as anything other than an invitation. When she realized he was still ignoring her, still kneading her thighs and cheeks and lower back with oil, she began slow rotations of her hips.

  Travis responded, but not as she’d imagined. He bent over her to reach her shoulders again, rubbing her muscles with heated oils and those glorious hands. The position laid his cock, now a heavy, hot weight, against the crack of her ass. She gasped as realization struck her. She’d won the favor but he was still doing anything he wanted with her. And she was loving it.

  Still, she had some control. She grinned to herself, knowing her expression was hidden by her position as she decided to make him as horny as possible. She worked her hips again, pushing upward to rub her oiled ass against him. She received her first reward, a quick jerk in the muscle of his cock. More of his weight rested on her back as he leaned forward to rub her upper arms. His breath whispered into her hair.