by LK Collins
“Good morning, kitten,” he says. Once he reaches me, he wraps his arms around me. I turn to face him and kiss his lips. He tastes good.
“Good morning to you. Do you want coffee?”
“Please. Is this for real right now?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“I just never thought this would happen. And to think my dumb ass tried to leave last night.”
“You’re not dumb, but I’m glad you stayed,” I say and kiss him, turning back around to attend to cooking our food.
“Me too, especially because I can do this,” as he takes his hand and snakes it between my legs, dipping a finger inside me. I tilt my head back and enjoy the pleasure.
“Holy shit, that feels good.”
“Wait till I eat, and then watch what I’m going to do to you.”
“Why do we have to eat first?”
“I need energy, because I plan on fucking you all day. This may be the only meal we get in.”
“I can cook while you fuck me.”
He pulls his finger out of me. “No, you can’t. Cara, you like it rough, therefore cooking and sex is not a good mix.”
“I’ve never had sex any other way. That’s all I know.”
“Me too, that’s why we work so well together. But I want to savor each time I’m inside you. So maybe we should try to take things slow after we eat.”
“You can do anything you want to me.”
“Anything?” he asks and bites my neck.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Hurry up with our food then, because I can’t wait much longer.”
I hand Abel two coffee cups, while I pile our plates with food and set them on the breakfast bar.
“How do you like your coffee?” he asks.
“A little cream and sugar, please.”
Once we both sit to eat, I look over at him and his stomach is ridiculous, the muscles are so toned and he has some tattoos on them. I wonder what caused him to get all of his artwork done.
He looks at me with a mouthful of food. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say and take a bite of my delicious French toast.
“Don’t look at me like that. I told you I need to eat.”
“Well, maybe you should put some clothes on.”
He turns to me. “I’m sorry, but you stole my shirt.”
I glare at him. He isn’t going to flip this back on me. “With or without a shirt, I can’t keep myself from staring.”
“Really? Why have you been fighting this then?”
“I don’t know. I guess ‘cause I’ve never had a good relationship. I’ve been hurt and cheated on so many times that I lost count. And to be honest, I pre-judged you.”
“Well, I’m glad we’ve moved past that. All I can give you is me, and I hope that’s enough.”
“I don’t need anything more; just don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I look at him as lust fills me. He is so fucking sexy. “I guess I should give this back to you,” I say pulling his t-shirt over my head.
Before I can do anything else he lifts me off of my bar stool and I wrap my legs around his waist. Looking in his eyes I can tell there is nothing in that moment that would stop him. Not that I want him too.
“Jesus, your fucking body is perfect,” he says, squeezing my ass.
I tilt my head back as his fingers dig into my skin. He leans into my neck, kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. I wrap my arms tightly around him. I love the way he kisses, and how he makes noises as he does so. Reaching down, I push his shorts off causing them to fall to the floor.
My breathing is ragged, as is his. I can feel his dick resting against me, and before I can move to try and get him inside of me, he sets me on the kitchen counter. Looking down at him, he moves and rests my legs on his shoulders. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he moves his mouth to my sex, kissing all around and finally securing his warm lips around my throbbing clit. The feeling sends my body into mania. Fuck, he’s good with his mouth.
He moves his tongue back and forth and then dips it inside of me. I reach for his head, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to me. The feeling pushes me close to coming and I pull away. He looks at me, confused. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I shake my head a little embarrassed.
“Tell me,” he whispers.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
He pulls me closer to him and creases his eyebrows. “I’m going to make you come more than once, Cara. Let go and enjoy the sensation; I told you I’m going to fuck you all day.”
I’ve never been with a man and orgasmed more than once. But I can tell he’s serious, and I can’t wait to fuck him all day. I kiss him tasting myself on his mouth. He holds his arm firmly around my body and moves from kissing my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, to my collarbone, finally landing on a nipple. He grabs it with his lips and sucks, pulling up. The feeling causes me to moan and lean into his touch.
His erection is hot and moist as it presses against me, and I want him inside of me. I reach between us and grab him. Abel stops torturing my breasts and looks at me. I tug him and guide him towards my pussy. He shakes his head and says, “Not yet.”
I let go of him and throw my head back, looking to the ceiling. Damn it, I need to calm the ache between my legs. It’s like he can read my thoughts, moving his sweet lips back to my clit. The instant he touches me, my body convulses, spiraling into oblivion. Everything inside of me is on fire. I try to pull away from the intensity, but he grips my body pulling me hard against him.
Once he finally releases the pressure, I feel like I can breathe again. Looking down at him, he looks up at me and says, “Fuck, you’re delicious.”
“I bet you taste just as good.” I slide off of the counter and kiss his neck, continuing my trail of kisses down his chest until I reach his pierced nipples. I lick all around them, enjoying playing with the metal. Taking my hand, I fiercely clutch his cock, making him moan in appreciation.
Dropping to my knees I indulge in my new favorite pastime and push away any worry or angst I have about being with Abel. I know it comes with the possibility of heartache, but he promised he wouldn’t hurt me, and I’m already in too deep -- I have to believe him. Cupping his tight balls in my right hand, and wrapping my other hand around to his ass I grip it, sucking him hard, up and down, hands free.
He rubs the backs of his fingers down my face, causing me to look up at him, loving the sweet gesture. His moans intensify and he starts to move in and out of my mouth. Releasing his balls, I take my other hand and grip his ass. Kneeling in front of him, I hold onto him and move as fast as I can.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasps, exploding into my mouth. I swallow and continue to suck him, holding him to me, the same way he did when I came. I feel his body twitch and I know I’m driving him crazy. Looking up at him, he bites his lip and I can tell he wants more.
I stand up, and immediately he turns me around, bending me down onto the cool countertop. “You drive my body absolutely fucking insane. Maybe later we’ll try and go slow, but right now I’m going to make you scream.”
The anticipation is almost too much for me to handle. My body is tense, waiting for him to be inside of me. I look back at him just as he steps closer to me, nudging the head of his cock against my opening. All of my blood rushes there, waiting for him to enter, needing him to.
“Are you ready, baby?”
I nod my head and he slams into me. It feels unbelievable. His hands wrap around the front of my thighs as he moves. I can’t help but cry out his name, which only makes him fuck me harder. I rest up on my forearms as we move our bodies together. His breathing is harsh, and his noises are low and deep.
I want to touch him, so I start standing up. He immediately pulls out of me, and I turn around, wrapping my arms around his muscular neck. He lifts me onto the counter and nuzzles back inside of my wet core. Grabbing my face with both of his hands he sinks his tongue into my mouth, te
asing and tantalizing mine as he fucks me.
I finally stop kissing him, looking into his heat-filled eyes. I lean onto the counter top, my back pressed against the cold surface. He is holding my hip with his left hand and his right hand is splayed across my belly. I love how he is moving his hips in a rhythm almost on top of me.
“Are you ready to come again?” he asks in between breaths.
I shake my head not wanting this to end. Abel creases his brows and moves his thumb to my clit. I watch him enjoy observing moving in and out of me. He’s watching our bodies, and I let go, coming hard. The moment I fall into desertion, he does the same. My body is hot and I’m out of breath. I look to Abel, all sweaty and glistening.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks.
“No reason.”
Lifting me into his arms, he tightly holds me to his chest. “Tell me.”
“I’ve never had sex like that.”
He kisses me behind the ear and says, “Oh, kitten, you have no idea what I can do to you. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 8
Rockies
“Will you stop distracting me so I can finish getting ready?” I say to Abel. We are at his house and about to head out to the Colorado Rockies baseball game. He won’t keep his hands off of me and we are already running late. We planned on eating dinner before the game, but that’s not going to happen.
I’m applying my makeup sitting on his bed in nothing but a towel. I try not to watch him as he moves around the room in just his Hugo Boss underwear. What I want to do is peel them off of him and fuck him senseless. He looks over at me and I quickly look away. He just chuckles, and I drool over his legs -- they’re so toned and muscular -- and his back is insane. The definition of his muscles rippling through not only his skin, but also his tattoos, is so sexy.
“Cara, you’re driving me mad. You need to stop eye-fucking me, or we’re not going to make it to the game.”
I put my hand over my chest innocently. “I’m driving you mad? You’re the one who is strutting around here practically naked. I’m doing everything I can to contain my drool and not say fuck the game.”
“Oh, we’re going to the game, so stop eye-fucking me and hurry up, woman.”
I can’t help but laugh at him, he’s so funny. I finish my makeup and scrunch my hair, leaving it messy and down, just pulling my bangs back. I quickly dress in jeans and my favorite jersey. Of course I love the Diamondbacks -- they’re my home team -- and tonight that’s who the Rockies are playing. Growing up in Arizona, my dad took me to a lot of their games. Abel, being a Colorado native, is a huge Rockies fan. As I walk out of his bedroom, he is ready, checking his hat in the mirror.
“Damn. As much as I hate the Diamondbacks, you look hot as hell in red. Plus, it is my favorite color.”
I look up at him and grab the sides of his jersey, pulling his lips to mine. “You look hot as hell too, even in a Rockies jersey.”
He kisses me so softly, and I love it. Grabbing my hand, we leave and head out of his building. It’s a warm night and both of us decide to skip bringing a coat or hoodie. Since Abel lives in the heart of downtown, we walk to the game.
The closer we get to the stadium, the bigger the crowds, the more intense the energy. The fans are all crazy and excited, and most are drunk. I feel Abel tighten his grip on my hand and when I look over at him, he’s scanning the crowd while we walk. I love how protective he is watching everyone and ensuring that we stay safe.
I slide my arm around his waist, and he drapes his arm over my shoulder kissing my hair. Approaching Coors Field, the lights are bright and you can hear the announcer introducing the teams.
We breeze our way through security and head straight to our seats. I follow behind Abel, holding his hand tightly, and relishing the way it feels to be with him. He leads us closer and closer to the field, finally stopping at the fourth row behind third base. Our seats are amazing; we have a clear view of the entire field. We are seated above the Diamondbacks dugout, so there are a ton of Diamondbacks fans.
The field is basically surrounded by a huge wall of people, so many more than I expected. I didn’t think tickets sold very well here, but clearly I was mistaken. That explains the crowds out front and the insane energy. It’s also the beginning of the season, and our weather has been rockin’.
“Abel, these seats are amazing. How did you get these tickets?”
Before he answers me, a beer guy comes down the stairs. Abel signals him with his fingers that we’ll take two, and takes out his wallet. “From the station. My battalion chief had them and asked if I wanted them.”
“Any time he has extra tickets, I’m down to go.”
He hands me my beer, and kisses behind my ear. “I plan on taking you to a lot more games.”
I lean into him and rest my free hand on his thigh. “I want you bad,” I whisper.
He pulls the skin on my neck into his mouth, sucking hard, instantly making me wet. “Remember, we’re going to take it slow tonight. Be patient, kitten.”
I pull away from him and look into his sexy, hazel eyes. He’s still leaning over, his elbow resting on the armrest between our seats. I stick out my bottom lip and do my best to pout. Abel grabs the back of my head, gently pulling me towards him, biting my lip. “Patience, okay?”
I kiss him, then the crowd cheers and everyone stands as the first batter up heads to home plate. We do the same, and I see the Diamondbacks are all scattered across the field and ready to play. I set my beer down to whistle and clap, as some of the other fans cheer behind me. Abel looks at me and shakes his head, taking a swig of his beer.
Todd Helton is up first for the Rockies. He’s a good hitter and their first baseman. He has had a ton of home runs in his career and we have to use caution when pitching to him. Sitting back down, I can tell Abel is staring at me as I lean forward, watching intently. My stomach is in knots. As soon as the pitcher throws the ball, it’s a strike. He makes this look easy. Another two pitches and he strikes Helton out. Next up for the Rockies is their outfielder. He’s a lefty and I know this won’t be a problem. One throw and he whacks the ball, popping it high in the air. Our centerfielder waves that he’s got it and catches it easily. Next up and hopefully last for the Rockies is their third baseman. Three pitches later, he strikes out. I jump and scream, high-fiving the Diamondbacks fan next to me. I turn to Abel and lean down kissing him, not caring who sees us in that moment of excitement.
“We are so going to annihilate you guys.”
He chuckles at me. “Wanna bet on that?”
“Absolutely,” I say and sit back down.
“If your team wins, then you can do anything you want to me in bed. But if my team wins, then you’re at my mercy.”
I immediately reach my hand out and shake his. That’s an easy bet; I already told him he can do whatever he wants to me. A sly smile extends across his face. “Don’t be so quick to shake. You might regret it later.”
I turn my attention back to the game, because I know I won’t. For me, it’s a win-win. The game progresses at a quick pace, and before I know it, we are at the bottom of the ninth inning. The crowd is all on their feet, as the Rockies try and strike out the Diamondbacks’ catcher. The bases are loaded, and there are two outs, and the score is tied. As the Rockies pitch, the Diamondbacks’ catcher smacks the ball. The runner on third heads home and slides into base.
I turn to Abel and he has a smug grin on his face. “Why are you smirking at me?” I ask.
“To be honest, I’m excited to see what you have in mind for our bet.”
I lean down and whisper in his ear, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
I’m standing in Abel’s bathroom, naked and staring at myself in the mirror. I know we agreed to try and take things slow tonight, but I don’t know if I can do that, and I think our bet makes it null and void for tonight. Besides, neither of us has ever had slow sex, but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try.
Sin
ce I’m in charge, I decide to wing things and let what happens happen. As I exit the bathroom, Abel isn’t in the bedroom. I walk quietly into the living room and still nothing. I look out onto his patio and there he is. His back is to me and he’s leaning over the railing. At that moment it hits me what I want to do, so I turn off all the lights inside his condo and slide the back door open. He turns to me and shakes his head as I stand naked before him. I flip the last light off, the patio light, and now everything is dark. All I can see is his silhouette and the twinkling night sky. He walks towards me and slides his arms around my body, pulling me securely against him.
“Christ, you’re sexy. What do you have in mind for tonight?” he asks.
“I thought we could enjoy the view and spend some time outside?”
Just then, I hear the neighbors below us laugh. They must be outside enjoying the night as well. “Are you sure?” he asks.
I walk past him and lean over the railing enjoying the darkness and this amazing view. Abel is behind me, resting his hands on the railing and whispers in my ear, “You’re in charge tonight, kitten. Tell me what you want.”
I turn around to look at him and can see the reflection of the city lights in his eyes. “I want you naked,” I whisper into his ear, aware there are other people out here.
He removes his t-shirt, throwing it to the ground and unzips his pants. I can tell he’s looking at me as he steps out of them. He then removes his underwear and walks up to me.
“What else?” he asks, bracing the railing behind me. His body is inches from mine and hot; I can feel the heat radiating off of him in waves.