Take Me in the Dark (Take Me #2)

by R. L. Kenderson

  I squeezed my eyes shut. My brain was playing tricks on me.

  No, it isn’t. It’s trying to tell you something, but you’re not listening.

  My eyes popped open.

  Could this fake Addison be right? Was I ignoring what my body was trying to tell me?

  Tommy’s words came back to me about lying to myself.

  I slowly ran my free hand down my body and paused when I reached my pajama shorts.

  Just do it.

  I slid my hand underneath and put it between my legs.

  I was soaked.

  My body was trying to tell me that I was horny, and I had been ignoring it. Not that I was surprised. I hardly ever masturbated, even in between relationships. I was usually too busy.

  But being on vacation made it harder to push sexual thoughts—sexual frustrations—away.

  I pulled my hand from my shorts and contemplated what to do.

  Addison had said she’d invited me here to get laid by Tommy.

  I mean…could I really do that?

  “Screw it.” I set my laptop on the kitchen table, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and locked the door behind me.

  11

  Tommy

  Knock, knock.

  I set my book down and looked at my watch. It was way too late for visitors.

  But I also wasn’t worried. Intruders rarely took the time to knock.

  I pulled on the shorts I’d been wearing earlier and went to my door. “Who’s there?”

  “Olivia.” She sounded scared.

  I scrambled to unlock the door and pulled it open as fast as I could. “Are you okay?” I asked before I could even see her face.

  She nodded. Then shook her head. Then nodded again. She laughed. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

  I almost lost my train of thought as I noticed her nipples poking through her satin pajama top. Concentrate, Morelli. Something’s obviously wrong.

  I stepped aside. “Come in.”

  She slipped past me, and I swore I could smell her sex.

  And now, I was getting hard with no shirt to cover my budding erection.

  I cursed silently and stuck my upper body out my door just to make sure my stairwell was clear.

  Everything seemed safe, so I closed my door and locked it. I crossed my hands over my now-apparent manhood, hoping that I wasn’t actually drawing attention to it. “What’s wrong?”

  She wrung her hands. “Nothing’s wrong per se. But I think I want to answer your question.”

  I wasn’t sure what question she was referring to. She couldn’t possibly be talking about…

  “What did you mean when you said you’d never had sex like that? That question?”

  “Yes.”

  I raised my hands and immediately brought them back down. “Okay, it’s not that I’m not curious—because I totally am—but you seem to be a little wound up. It’s really none of my business, Liv. You don’t have to answer it. Not if it’s going to upset you.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not upset. I’m amped up.”

  “About what?”

  “Just let me get this out, okay?”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Okay.”

  She began pacing back and forth. “I’ve never had sex like Addison and Maddox. It was so…hot.”

  I sighed. I didn’t want her beating herself up because of what I’d said when I met her years ago. At least that took care of my cock standing at attention. Nothing like guilt to get that guy to go into hiding.

  “Olivia, I’m sorry. I never meant to give you a complex.”

  She stopped pacing and stared at me. “This has nothing to do with you, Tommy.”

  Oh-kay. “Noted.”

  “This has to do with what I saw this evening. The passion between the two of them…”

  I dared to lift a finger. “Can I bring up one thing?”

  “What?” She looked annoyed.

  “They’re married. And very much in love. You can’t compare your relationships to what Maddox and Addison have because not many people have that. Not even other married couples.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me and took a step closer. And another and another until we were almost touching. “You’re not listening.”

  “I am, but I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me.” Apparently.

  She put her hands on my chest and shoved me back against the door. “Addison and Maddox had hot sex like that, even back when they hated each other.”

  “But they were still secretly in love—”

  Her fingernails dug into my skin. Her message was received. I was shutting up.

  “Please continue.”

  She looked me in the eye. “As I was saying, I’ve never had anyone fuck me like that. I’ve never even gotten off during sex. And I’ve never been spanked. I know I’ve never had my pussy pounded.”

  I didn’t even know what to say to that. I had a feeling if I said I was sorry, she’d cut my balls off.

  Unfortunately, my dick wasn’t getting the message because I was hard again. Watching her boss me around was such a turn-on because if I ever did get her naked, I would turn things around so—

  She pushed her pelvis into mine. “I want you to fuck me like that. I want you to do all the things you thought I needed the first time you met me.”

  I wrapped my hands around her back, flipped us around, and pushed her back against the door. “Why didn’t you say so?” I ran a thumb over her lips. “I’m going to fuck you so good.”

  12

  Olivia

  A thrill ran up my spine and through my body.

  Tommy met my eyes. “First, I want you to know that I’m going to expand your boundaries and maybe push against them a little. But at any time, if I go too far, you just tell me to stop, and I will.”

  I nodded.

  The corner of his mouth turned up. “Good girl. Agreeing with me already.”

  He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could barely cross my ankles as he carried me to the bedroom.

  “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

  “What? Of course I have.”

  “Just checking.” He kissed my neck. “Have you ever had a non-boring orgasm?”

  “They’re orgasms. How can they be boring?”

  He chuckled. “You’d be surprised.” He set me down on my feet. “Take off your clothes.”

  I looked around the room. He had a lamp on next to his bed. “Can we turn the light off?”

  I usually had sex in the dark or with some of my clothes on. It wasn’t that I was self-conscious about my body. It just felt strange to be naked with someone who could see all of me.

  Tommy smiled and shook his head. “No.” He made a gesture with his hand. “Strip.”

  I bit my lip. I was already feeling like my boundaries were being pushed, and I was glad he’d warned me. But it definitely wasn’t enough for me to stop what was happening. This was what I had come here for anyway.

  I slowly took off my pajamas, keeping my eyes on Tommy as he watched me strip. His eyes burned with desire when I took off my top, and he licked his bottom lip when I pushed my bottoms off.

  He stepped close to me. “Olivia, do you trim?” His voice was teasing.

  “Yes. Why?”

  “Because I didn’t expect it from you.”

  “I like it that way.”

  “Baby, you don’t have to justify it to me. I like it that way, too.” He brushed the hair over my cleft. “Not short, not too long, perfect.” He lifted his chin. “Get on the bed. Lie down. On your back.”

  I crawled to the middle of the bed and did as he’d commanded. And then it was my turn to watch.

  Tommy had taken his shirt off before I arrived, so I’d been admiring his muscular chest since I walked in. And with two flicks of his wrists, he was naked, too.

  I’d already known his dick was big from seeing it through my window, but that hadn’t prepared me to see it in person.
Not only was it long, but it was thick, too.

  I totally understood his nickname now.

  He was going to kill me with that thing.

  “Hey, hey,” Tommy said, and he knelt on the bed and cupped my calves. “I promise I will make sure you are good and ready for me.”

  I tore my eyes away from his massive erection to his face. “How do you know what I was thinking?”

  “Not to sound cocky, but it’s what almost every woman thinks. And the sheer terror on your face was another giveaway.”

  I frowned. “I’m not terrified. Just…anxious.”

  “I understand that.” He spread my knees apart. “Beautiful.”

  I liked hearing him say that about me.

  He dropped his body over mine, and I tensed up, fearing he was going to try and enter my body but only for a moment. He kept our lower halves separated as he kissed me.

  Our kisses started out as pecks, but they soon deepened as Tommy nudged my lips open and slipped his tongue in my mouth.

  I was never big on French kissing, but he didn’t bulldoze my mouth like some guys did. He was skillful, almost as if it was an art for him, and when he pulled away, I was left wanting more.

  He kissed my chest over my breastbone and then took a nipple into his mouth.

  A sound escaped from the back of my throat, and I cupped his head.

  My breasts fit my frame and the rest of my body, but because I was small, so were they. Some guys I’d dated didn’t pay much attention to them because of their size, but I always wished they would because they were sensitive. I swore there was a straight line from my nipples to my vagina.

  Tommy looked down on me and licked his fingers. He slid his hand between our bodies and stroked it over my clit.

  I arched my back as he watched me, rubbing me over and over. Keeping his hand in place, he drew my other nipple into his mouth.

  He kept up the double stimulation until I was writhing and grinding my hips on his hand. Usually, I could go forever without an orgasm, but now that one was close, I wanted it badly.

  I almost cried when Tommy took his hand away, but he didn’t give me much time to think about it because he gripped both of my boobs in his hands and scraped the tips with his teeth.

  I was so horny now that I arched my pelvis in search of his cock. But he didn’t let the two meet.

  He kissed his way down my abdomen and drew my legs over his shoulders.

  “What…”

  He lapped his tongue over my swollen nub.

  “What are you…”

  He sucked on it, and I forgot to finish my sentence.

  I had been trying to ask him what he was doing, going down on me. It was a rarity with the men I’d gone out with, and it usually only happened after I went down on them first.

  Maybe I did need someone like Tommy. If only for a night.

  I was already on edge from him using his fingers on me and was feeling super sensitive. I couldn’t lie still from how good his tongue felt. But even as it looked like I was trying to buck him off, he kept his mouth on my pussy. For some reason, that was the hottest thing that had happened all night. He had an excuse to move, but it was as if he liked the taste of me and didn’t want to let go.

  I used my willpower and commanded my body to lie still. Tommy reached for my hand and threaded our fingers together. I squeezed tight as I watched him eat me out.

  It turned out, my willpower was shot, and soon, I was squirming under him. My climax was building. My breathing was shallow, and I couldn’t stop the little cries from leaving my mouth.

  I was getting so close that I twisted my body, and this time, Tommy sat up.

  “I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly. “Please don’t stop.”

  He ran his hand down my side as he got behind me. “Don’t worry. It’s not over. But the wait is going to make you come that much harder.”

  Grabbing my hand, he brought it between my legs. I flinched. I was so swollen, and I thought my clit was going to explode. He pushed two of my fingers inside me.

  “Feel how wet you are.” He pressed his own finger in next to mine. “Feel how much you can take.”

  He didn’t wait for me to follow his commands. He just took our hands and wrapped them around his cock.

  He groaned. “Even your hand feels good.”

  I smiled. I liked knowing that I had that power over him.

  He guided his thick length in between my legs, my hand still on him. He swirled the head of his shaft between my lips, and I actually felt wetness slide out of me. That had never happened to me before.

  Tommy lifted my hand and kissed the back of it, and he slowly drove his cock into me.

  I cried out, and he wrapped his arms around me. I thought he was afraid he’d hurt me, but it was the opposite. Nobody had ever felt that good inside me.

  I took a cue from him and kissed the arm that was above my breasts, letting him know I was okay.

  He got the message and started rotating his hips. “Fuck. I knew you’d feel good, but I had no idea.”

  I grinned in satisfaction and wasn’t prepared for the slap that landed on my ass. “Holy shit.”

  “You can’t get all smug yet. We haven’t even made each other come.”

  “But—”

  Smack.

  I cursed again. There was stinging on my backside, but it didn’t hurt like I would have expected it to. Maybe it was because he never stopped pumping his hips as he fucked me.

  I had an aha moment as I realized he was giving me exactly what I had asked for.

  The only thing that would make it better was if I could come while having sex.

  As if he could read my thoughts, he lifted my leg back over his hip. He ran his hand over my thigh, down my body, and in between my legs. He used all four fingers to rub my clit with the same rhythm he drove into me.

  Tommy kissed my shoulder and ran his teeth over my neck. “Are you going to come?”

  I shook my head, even as I was grinding my hips against him.

  He laughed. “I’m going to make you regret lying to me later. But right now, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

  He stopped rubbing my swollen nub and pinched it between two fingers.

  I screamed out as my whole body shattered. My arms and legs shook, and my belly quivered. Part of me thought I was dying, but then I realized it would be a wonderful way to die.

  I was still shaking a little as Tommy flipped me on my back, rolled on top of me, and thrust back into me. He pushed my knees to my head and pounded into me until he exploded inside of me.

  13

  Tommy

  The next morning, I woke up all alone, which was surprising. Not because Olivia was gone, but because I hadn’t woken up when she snuck out. Because that was the only way someone was getting by a Navy SEAL. Even a retired one.

  The sun was barely up, but the store opened at six a.m., and I’d told Olivia we’d be going to Des Moines early. The only problem was that I didn’t have her phone number. I sure hoped Maddox or Addison was awake to send it to me.

  Then, I remembered they had kids, so of course, one of them would be awake.

  I sent a group text to both, asking for Olivia’s number.

  Within a minute, Addison replied with the info along with a reminder.

  Addison: Remember, no more than 30 minutes at her office, or you’re carrying her out of there.

  Me: Got it, boss.

  Addison: Thank you for acknowledging my superiority.

  I laughed and started a new text message.

  Me: Are you awake?

  I pushed back the covers and sat up. Just as I realized that I could smell Olivia’s desire on me, my phone beeped.

  Olivia: Who is this?

  How to answer that one? I could come out and tell her Tommy right away, or I could mess with her a little.

  Me: Who do you think it is?

  Olivia: I don’t have time for games.

  Me: Sure you do.

 
; She had last night.

  Olivia: Listen here. My friend is a sheriff with the local county, and I am this close to calling him and reporting your ass.

  I laughed. I didn’t think she’d mess with me back.

  Me: You can give him my number, but he already has it.

  Olivia: Tommy?

  I frowned. I’d thought she already knew it was me.

  Me: Yes, Tommy. Who did you think it was?

  Olivia: You.

  Hmm. I didn’t quite believe her, but I could be wrong. I couldn’t see her face or hear her voice. Rather than push her on it, I changed the subject.

  Me: When will you be ready to go?

  Olivia: I’m ready now.

  I should have known.

  Me: I need to shower, and then I’ll be over soon.

  Olivia: Just text me when you’re done. I’ll meet you outside.

  Fifteen minutes later, I headed downstairs, ready to walk over to Maddox and Addison’s to get the vehicles. But when I walked outside, I saw that they were both there.

  “Hey,” Olivia said, coming over to me. She handed me the keys. “I walked over there this morning, and Addison and I drove both of the vehicles back.”

  I studied her. She looked a lot like the first time I’d met her. Hair up, fancy suit on, and uptight.

  You would have never known that this woman had been a sweaty mess last night in bed. Or that she had screamed so loud that I was half-deaf in one ear this morning.

  In fact, she was acting like nothing had happened between us. She wasn’t blushing or looking at me coyly. She was business as usual.

  I had half a mind to spin her around, bend her over the hood, and lift up her skirt just to see if my handprint was still on her ass.

  She snapped her fingers in front of me. “Tommy.”

  I shook off any thoughts of getting Olivia naked. “Yeah?”

  “I said, are you okay to drive?” She patted her laptop bag. “I’m going to do a little work on the way there.”

  “Yes, I’m okay to drive.”

  As if I ever wasn’t going to be the one behind the wheel. She was riding with me, not the other way around. And I didn’t like that she was going to use her job to avoid talking to me.