Stirred: The Martini Lounge Book 2

by Ursula Sinclair

  She nodded. “Okay, I’d like that.”

  I took her hand, compelled to touch her. I was tired of fighting my instincts. So I didn’t, I gave her a gentle tug toward me, just enough so if she didn’t want to she didn’t have to budge. But she leaned in at the same time I did and our lips touched. A frigging electrical charge shot a burst of pure pleasure through my system. I couldn’t pull away. Instead, I pressed in even more.

  She parted her lips and that’s all the invitation I needed before my tongue found hers. I did what I’d been wanting to do all night. I took her. I wrapped my arm around her neck and kept her close to me, sucking on her tongue and loving the sounds she made as she played with mine. Her arms went around my neck and my dick strained against my jeans—painfully so. It had been two years since I’d been with a woman. Suddenly, I wanted this one. Badly.

  “Come home with me,” I whispered between kisses. God please say yes, please say yes.

  She placed her palms against my chest but not to push me away, she kept kneading me, like she enjoyed the feel of me. I covered her hands with my own, brought each of them up to my mouth and kissed them.

  “I don’t do this kind of thing. I want you to know that,” I said. “But I want you tonight.”

  “Just for the night?”

  I shook my head. “It’s a good start.”

  She looked out the window, like she was struggling. I released one hand to push her hair back behind her ears. Her hair wasn’t very long, short and curly but very soft and I loved it.

  She took a deep breath. “Okay.”

  I kissed the hand I held then placed it on my thigh as I backed out of the parking spot. I wasn’t giving her a chance to change her mind. I trapped it there. I wasn’t letting her go, even though we didn’t say another word, ever so often I’d raise her hand and kiss her fingers. I wanted her to know I was aware of her; I didn’t want to speak and screw this up. Every single nerve ending was hyper aware of the need to be buried balls deep inside her. While I’d taken my sweet time driving to her place, I broke all kinds of traffic laws racing back to City Center to my condo.

  Finally, I had her where I wanted her. I opened the front door. My roommate Redd wasn’t around. I barely saw her since she started seeing someone. She spent most of the time at his place. Which was great. As soon as I locked the door behind me I turned to Denise and drew her into my arms.

  “Thank you for coming home with me.” Leaning in I captured her mouth to mine. I loved the way she was on the tall side; I didn’t have to bow my body that much to align with hers. Her fingers on my shoulders squeezed me. The rush from her touch headed straight to my cock. I stepped forward, gently coaxing her backward with each step. Needing her too damn badly. It’d been too fucking long for me. We groaned into each other’s mouths but she didn’t pull away nor did she stop letting me guide her.

  The door to my room was already open. I merely steered her in that direction and without breaking contact from her mouth shut the door with my hand. I continued moving further into my room, coming to a stop just before we hit the king sized bed. I broke the kiss to comb my hands through her hair. Damn I loved her curly hair.

  “Last chance.” I couldn’t fucking believe I said that. What was I thinking? Noooo. Don’t say stop.

  But Denise didn’t say no or stop or anything. She merely smiled at me, continued to hold me as she took a step back until she sat on the bed. I dropped to my knees in front of her.

  Chapter Ten

  Nadya

  Holy Mother of God! Was I really going to do this? Hell yes!

  How could I not? I wanted this, just one night, one time in his arms. For a moment in time to be a part of this man who’s meant so much to me over the last few years. More than a pen pal, a friend, I fell in love with him. I wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, I guess just over a period of time. Love came slowly and softly for us. Unlike whatever the hell was happening here. Nothing slow or soft about the pleasure-filled fire burning my blood, with only one remedy for relief. Harper buried deep inside of me.

  I regretted so many things about us, yet really there was only one thing I’d change, one thing to make a happily ever after ending. But those things were for books and movies. Those things didn’t happen in real life, so I’d take what I could get.

  I’d paid attention to his eyes when I told him I couldn’t have children—pity. I didn’t want his pity. I knew this man, knew his hopes, his dreams and children played a big part of that. His own. I wouldn’t, couldn’t deny him that opportunity, but having him like this just once, seemed to me the right thing for both of us. When he asked me to come home with him there was only one answer. He’d get what he wanted, a one night stand with a stranger. I’d get what I need, one night in the arms of the man I love.

  The room was dark, but the Venetian blinds were slanted open letting in just enough light to see my shadowy surroundings. Yet at that moment, the décor of his room was the last thing I was interested in. I still couldn’t believe that I was here, with him. After so much time, at last we were together. Even if he didn’t know it. Harper. My best friend. The man that I love.

  Kneeling at my feet, he slowly removed my shoes, pausing to massage my feet. I smiled. The shoes were gorgeous but they were also four inches of torture. At five ten, I was tall for a woman but I wasn’t one of those women who shied away from her height. I frigging owned it. Even with the additional inches, Harper still towered over me. I loved that.

  “Pretty feet,” he said, kissing the tops then guiding his hands up my calves, to my thighs and hips.

  Not once breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. It was almost as if we were dancing again. I half expected him to pick me up and toss me under him. Instead, he pressed his lips all too briefly against mine, and I felt his hands moving my blouse aside as his long fingers brushed against my stomach causing me to clench. He unbuttoned my slacks. I lifted my hips and he pulled them off me, down past my knees, removing them one leg at a time. He kissed then licked my calf. A moan burst from my throat.

  “You like that.” He didn’t phrase it as a question.

  I never knew I was sensitive there, I could only nod. He used his big body to keep me spread open before him, pressing open mouthed kisses to first one thigh then the other. My pussy throbbed aching to feel his mouth at my core. And he didn’t disappoint me. He placed his mouth right over the fabric of my bikini cut underwear. I was sorry I hadn’t worn a thong, would be less material between us. Better yet he could just remove them.

  Unfortunately, he didn’t linger long enough for me; he moved his hands to my waist and paused briefly there before moving on to my belly button. He sucked on the center and licked me there. My nerve endings fired at full throttle, my stomach drew tight.

  His hands traveled under my top, pressing against my skin until they completely covered my breasts. I wasn’t exactly top heavy but I had enough there to fill his hands. His thumbs lightly stroked back and forth over my areolas. The damn material covering them prevented me from feeling skin on skin. I have never hated silk more.

  I didn’t even feel him unhooking my bra—only the sensation of the glide of the straps down my bare skin. The hairs along my arms stood at attention, anxiously waiting for his next touch. I opened my eyes, not quite sure when I’d closed them. I stared at his thick head of hair; his face lay partially on one breast as he licked along the plump part of it. He shoved the bra off entirely, thank God, now I could feel the full warmth of his mouth and wet tongue on me. My pussy quivered even more, soaking the material at my entrance.

  He must have known what he was doing to me, where I needed him to go, because suddenly the heel of his hand pressed against my sex, giving me a little relief. But not nearly enough.

  “You’re wet for me babe?” he asked.

  “Mmm, yes.”

  “We’re going to have to do something about that.”

  He shifted so he lay over me more, the rough texture of his jeans along the top of m
y legs kept me in a state of heightened arousal. My nerves remained on the edge because it’s not what I wanted. I needed skin.

  “Off,” I managed to say in a voice I barely understood. “Your clothes off. Need to feel your skin.” My sentences were short and clipped. They were all I could manage. Emotion drove me.

  “Patience.” He shifted closer, raising his hand so I could see it glistening with my juices. He licked his fingers clean, then he touched his mouth to mine. The taste of my sex on him set my entire body on fire. His lips parted and my tongue took over, moving in and out fucking him the way I wanted him inside me. His hand pressed harder upon my heat. I still needed more friction. I lifted my hips grinding on his hand, his finger glided alone my folds. “Christ yes.” The words came out as moans.

  “That what you need, baby?”

  I slammed my mouth back over his so neither of us could talk, only take and give each other air as first one finger then three pistoned in and out of me. The room became a cornucopia of sounds. Muffled moans, heavy breathing, wet sounds as his fingers pumped in and out of my liquefied body displacing the cum I kept drenching them with.

  Then suddenly he was gone. My eyes popped open, but the protest died before it could leave my lips. I watched him pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor before unzipping his pants.

  “About time. And tell me you have condoms.”

  He smiled. Finished stripping then headed for a door in the corner I hadn’t noticed before. I frowned. Now where the hell was he going, I sat up leaning on my elbows. “What…where are you going?”

  He didn’t respond, instead he came right back but he had a box in his hand. I smiled when I saw the label. Condoms.

  “Yes!”

  He ripped the box open and took one out, placing the box on the night table. As he stood at the side of the bed, he placed the condom over his cock. The damn thing was thick, long and hard. Sticking straight out. Later I wanted it in my mouth, right now another part of me needed filling.

  I lay back on the pillows, opened my legs and held my thighs apart. I didn’t have to say a word or wait long. He climbed over my body.

  “Where were we?”

  I grabbed his cock and squeezed. He groaned.

  “Guide me in, babe. Put my cock where I want to go, where you need me to be.”

  I rubbed him around the rim of my pussy lips, making sure I coated him with my cum. I was so fucking wet and ready for him I thought I’d explode if I didn’t have him inside me.

  Placing the head of his cock at my entrance, I grabbed his ass, pressing him to move. He thrust forward, hard and fast until he lay sheathed inside me. His fullness stretched me as my flesh surrounded him. A slight twinge of pain was mixed with the pleasure, it had been so long. I didn’t care, I needed him to be all the way in. I needed there to be nothing between us. I dug my nails into his firm ass. God, I was going to leave nail dents on him. I smiled. I wanted to mark him. He was mine and I was his. At least for this one night and I damn well was going to make the most of it. I lifted my ass and he slammed all the way inside of me.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck while he cradled me to him. His body bowed as he glided effortlessly in and out of me. All the while our eyes never stopped staring at the other. I watched each facet of the pleasure I gave him cross his features, evident in his eyes. Did he see the love in mine? I hoped so, even if he didn’t know what it meant. I loved this man. Not a damn thing would ever change that. At last I was in his arms for however a short time, but I would give him everything while I was here.

  Chapter Eleven

  Harper

  Damn! I felt my body shaking. Fucking shaking. I didn’t want this bliss to end. My balls were full and tight, my dick hard as I pounded over and over into Denise. Her tight pussy contracted around my cock, milking my flesh for the second time. When she cried out in my arms, exploding her cream all over me, only then did I allow myself the release we both so desperately needed. For me, it had been too long, so damn long.

  Lava like heat built up in my balls, gathering until finally, thank fuck the pressure erupted and I let go. I came more than I think I’ve ever cum before in 25 years on Earth. I don’t know what the hell had just happened, but damn it, it scared the piss outta me. I wasn’t sure I want it happening again. Who the hell was this girl? She made me feel things all in one night I’d only ever thought I’d feel with one other person. What. The. Fuck.

  I kissed her. I couldn’t help myself. She drew me to her and I didn’t want to resist. The kiss was tender, unlike our others. This is the way our first kiss should have been. Exploratory, soft, an introduction. It was all of those things now and so much more. I stared into her eyes as she stared into mine. Something flickered within her depths I didn’t understand. Passion perhaps, there’d been a hell of a lot of that between us. It wasn’t just me feeling this sense of connection. A recognition, as if I knew her. Like she knew me.

  I held onto her and rolled onto my back taking her with me until she was partially draped over me. Our arms twined around each other, her hand rested on my chest. I ran my finger down her arm and squeezed her waist. She wasn’t slender, even though there was no excessive weight on her body, she was a thick girl. She was carved exquisitely, really well toned and fit me perfectly. “Sleep,” I said. “Give me an hour and we’ll do that again.”

  I’m not sure exactly what woke me up, perhaps the sound of the front door being opened and closed. I turned my head to the side expecting to see a head of curls there, but the bed was empty. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom but I could tell no one was in there. I sat up. Other than myself the room was empty.

  I got up and reached for my jeans, noticing Denise’s clothes were nowhere on the ground. Fuck! I couldn’t believe it. Entering the front room it was clear from where I stood the security lock wasn’t engaged on the door. She’d left.

  A feeling of emptiness filled my gut. No, I couldn’t let her just leave. She had no car. I rushed back into the room to grab my shirt and shoes but the sight on my bed froze me in mid stride. Slowly, hesitantly I approached the sheets. Blood. Shit, is that why she left? Her period started and she got embarrassed. I smiled. Damnit. She shouldn’t have been embarrassed. It’s a part of human nature that women have to deal with as well as the men they were with. I frowned. We were together? We had been last night but that does not make a relationship. No matter how fucking fantastic the sex between us was. But did I want more? Scared, hell yes, but no doubt about it, I wanted more. To make that happen I had to find her.

  Returning to the front room I glanced out the window, I didn’t see her on the sidewalk but if she’d called a cab it might have been waiting out front. I raked my hand through my hair. I had to find this girl, but all I had was a first name. Damn it anyway. There had to be a way to find her because she didn’t have my number and I didn’t have hers. I’d planned on giving it to her but we both got kinda carried away. I thought I’d have time for all that. I went to the night table and checked my phone. It was only three in the morning. I yawned too tired to think straight, but first thing tomorrow after I got up I was going to figure out a way to find her. I wasn’t going to let another woman disappear on me, not one I’d actually met in the flesh and had a shot at. The first thing was to find her.

  When I returned to my room my gaze fell on the bed again. I pulled all the sheets off to place in the wash. I hated having to do that because the sheets still had her fragrance on them and I wanted to keep that a little longer, but no such luck. I paused. The blood had gotten down to the mattress. I’d had girlfriends before and usually they’d hide that part from me so while I didn’t know much, it still seemed like an awful lot of blood. But what did I know. I cleaned off the mattress and flipped it over so it would dry properly, then I made the bed and went back to sleep. Memories of Denise in my arms and my hand on my cock for what was left of the early morning hours, kept me hard.

  By the time I woke up ag
ain, it was late in the day, but that was fine because I had no place to be. The entire time I ate my oatmeal, I thought about Denise. When the front door opened and my roommate came in, an idea blossomed.

  “Hey, Redd, I haven’t seen you home for a few days. So things are going good with you and Nikko, huh?”

  She grinned and walked over to me. “You could say that. I saw your show last night. I couldn’t resist since it was your last one, but you disappeared so fast. We were planning on taking you out to celebrate.”

  I chuckled. “Thanks, but it’s cool. I sorta met someone.”

  She smacked my shoulder good naturedly. “Get the fuck outta here.”

  “Seriously.”

  “Well dude. Congratulations. You know half the clients think you’re gay and the other think you’re bi.”

  I shook my head. “Neither, I was just a one woman man. And that woman is no longer a part of my life.”

  “So it’s really over, you haven’t heard from her?”

  Redd knew all about Nadya and how we’d been exchanging letters for years, and how I considered her my girlfriend. Redd and I had been in law school together. It’s how we first met and became friends and roomies.

  I shook my head. “No. I had to let go.”

  “I know. I’m sorry about that, but glad you found someone to make you smile like that. You deserve to be happy, you’re a good guy. So who’s the lucky lady?”

  “I’m glad you asked. I’m…I’m not too sure.”

  “Say what?” She laughed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get her number?”

  I winced. “Things moved a little fast last night.”

  “Whoo hoo. You go you.”

  “Anyway, I need a favor.”

  “What can I do to help?”

  “She was at the club last night. I know she’s not a member. I haven’t seen her before or the woman she was with so they are probably guests. But I thought Will would have the information at the front. Even guests are kept track of with their name and email or digits.”