by Teagan Kade
My first exploration of her lips was inquisitive and hesitant, but as soon as I knew she wasn’t going to fight it any longer, I moved in closer and pulled her into me. I moved my hips so she could straddle me, and I slipped my arms around her for the first time even as our kiss deepened.
I didn’t want to push her too hard to fast. That’s why I wanted to show her I was willing to let her take the lead. Once she let go of all of her inhibitions against this happening, I would make sure she didn’t regret it for a second.
Feeling her squirm on top of me almost pushed me over the edge. I was so hard my cock throbbed. This had been building for weeks, the leash I had on my emotions frayed and about to break. But still, I kept myself in check.
When her lips opened, my tongue thrust inside with a force I think surprised both of us. She tasted like sweet strawberries and the barest hint of wine. I found her tongue and it turned into a tug of war, one retreating while the other chased. All the while, my hands explored the contours of her sides. My palms splayed against the side of her ribcage as my hands found and tested the weight of her warm mounds.
I could feel the tight buds of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her robe. She untied the strings holding it together, the movement caused her to press harder against my crotch, eliciting a deep groan from the depths of my chest.
“God, you keep doing that and this isn’t going to last long,” I mumbled against her lips, nipping at her lower lip, causing her to moan in turn.
She broke our kiss and looked down at me. Her hair tumbled against the sides of my face and tickled my neck. She struggled with her decision, her hands gripping my shoulders. I couldn’t let her go now. Every fiber in my body screamed for her, but it had to be her decision.
“I want you, Shaun,” she finally whispered.
I wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind. I gripped the bottom of her thighs and lifted her up against me as I stood. She gave a small yelp before wrapping her legs around my waist. I reclaimed her lips and moved our joined bodies to the bed.
Laying her gently down on top, I stood between her legs and drank in the sight of her. It might not have been my bed, but it was close enough. She sat up and shrugged so the sides of her robe fell off her shoulders exposing her soft skin. She shimmied up the hem of the matching nightgown underneath and I helped her pull it up over her head.
Gently, I pushed her backward and traced a winding trail from the top of her ribcage, through the crevice of her cleavage and down to the waistband of her thin, sheer panties. She was bare underneath and I could see the wetness gathered there between her thighs. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Hitching my finger into the waistband, I pulled her panties down, kneeling before her. I pushed her thighs wider so I could take in every inch of her rosebud-colored folds. My mouth watered as I thought about running my tongue across the hardened ridge to suck on her nub. She tried to put her hands there to block my view, but I pushed them away.
“I want to see all of you,” I said as my eyes scanned up the topography of her body, across the perfectly round mounds of her breasts, up to meet her warm gaze. This was our first time, but I didn’t intend it to be our last. Not by a long shot. We had so many things to explore, Tori and me.
I felt her body shudder as I ran my hands along the inside of her thighs, but I stopped just before I reached her folds. I inhaled deeply, savoring the honey musk scent combined with her usual sea breeze smell. I felt drunk, but in the best possible way.
On my knees, I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it across the room. A small smile tugged at the corner of Tori’s mouth. I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You are beautiful,” she said with a small sigh.
Usually I didn’t dig women calling me ‘beautiful,’ but I heard the sincerity in her voice. As long as she was wet for me, I didn’t care what she called me. I stood up and started to unbuckle my belt. She sat back up then and flashed a wicked grin at me, placing her hands over mine to help.
Fuck, I couldn’t help staring at her lips and imagining them wrapped around my cock. But that would have to wait for another time. Right now I wanted to be inside her more than anything else.
I let my jeans fall the ground and heard her muted gasp. I went commando most days and enjoyed seeing her eyes widen as she took in my cock for the first time. I wasn’t an ass about it, but it had been remarked on more than one occasion. There was no doubt I was on the well-endowed side. My cock stood at attention, ready to serve.
Tori licked her lips and reached out. She cupped my balls and I groaned, closing my eyes. My hips thrust forward of their own violation and I lost myself in the sensations of her fingernails lightly scraping the underside of my shaft.
She moved her other hand around the tip, teasing it, and I felt the warm heat of her breath as she gently blew on it. I gripped her shoulders and dragged her up off the bed against me. “I’ll come in less than a minute if you keep that up.”
I saw by the grin on her face she knew exactly what she was up to. She was playful in bed. I liked it. Digging my fingertips deep into her veil of hair, I unleashed an onslaught of hungry kisses, devouring her mouth and consuming her moans. She met every one of them with an eagerness that matched mine, pushing up on her toes to get closer.
Her arms wrapped around my neck. I couldn’t get enough of her soft breasts pressed against the planes of my chest. I reached down to grip a handful of silky ass cheek and pressed her against me. She groaned in response.
I loved a woman that was vocal in bed, and Tori seemed to have a great deal of potential. I wanted to turn those moans into more. Not breaking the kiss, I reached down far enough to grip the backs of her thighs and pulled her upwards again.
This time, her legs wrapped around my waist without any protest. I twisted to my side and pressed her up against the wall. Her fingertips dug into my shoulder blades even as I felt the tip of my cock press against her heated, wet hole.
“I’m clean,” I whispered against her mouth. “You on something?”
She nodded mutely. That was all the approval I needed. I pressed her hard into the wall pushing her hands up over her head, I thrust deep. Her mouth opened and I took full advantage to mimic the movements of my cock with the onslaught of my tongue.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. All of the tension of the last couple weeks felt as if it was spiraling off and leaving me. As much as I wanted to make this last, I knew I was practically a goner. My self-control was almost non-existent.
Moving her body again, I hoisted her onto the dresser next to us so her ass just rode the side of the dresser. She clung to me, and I gripped the back of her head to drag her eyes up to mine. I wanted to see every minute of her pleasure.
Her arms went behind her to brace against my powerful thrusts. I heard a crash of something breaking behind her, but the sound barely even registered in my consciousness. I was so close, and judging by the expression on Tori’s face, she was too.
I moved my fingers in between us to her clit and gave it a hard flick. Her head started to loll backward. Her moan turned into a loud gasp, her pussy muscles clenching hard around me. She called out my name as she came apart. “Shaun!”
Fuck. That was all it took. I felt my release even as I kept my eyes on her, her body shuddering and bucking beneath mine. I spilled my cum inside her and thought how satisfying it was to be buried balls deep in this woman. I wanted her. All of her. I had never felt that way about a woman before, and although the feeling was new, it wasn’t at all unwelcome.
Tori
I woke up to the most delicious sensation of soft, warm kisses trailing at the base of my neck.
It sent tickles of warmth and desire down the nerve endings of my spine and rippled through all parts of my body. Fucking fantastic. As I stretched, two massive hands wrapped around me to cup my breasts and pull me closer to the rock hard body behind me.
Shaun’s chest muscles weren’t the onl
y things rock hard so early in the morning. I felt his morning wood nestled against my ass cheeks and pushed back a little without thinking. I couldn’t help but grin. I lost track of how many times we went at it the night before. Three? Four? It was a blurry haze of orgasms and muffled pillow talk. Every time I thought I’d close my eyes and sleep, Shaun pursued me with a renewed vigor that sent me over the edge again, and again, and again. I could definitely see how people could get addicted to this kind of thing.
He nuzzled the side of my neck. “Did you request a wake-up call, Ms. Ellis?” His voice was thick with desire.
I arched my back against him. His fingers began to twist my nipples just enough to cause a small shot of pain that was followed quickly by pleasure. It was as if he knew just how far he could push that delicate boundary between the two sensations. It was delightful how quickly our bodies had settled into an unspoken rhythm with each other.
I pretended to look at the clock on the nightstand. “I did, but it appears to be late,” I said, adding a slight huff to my voice.
Shaun slipped me onto my back. His gaze bore down on my naked body. “I’m so sorry. Let me see what I can do to make it up to you.” His hands slid down the sides of my body. A moan erupted from me, a sound that seemed to be reserved only for him. Before last night, I’d never heard myself make that noise, but it was commonplace now.
He pushed opened my thighs with barely a protest from me. When his mouth found my clit, and his tongue started its slow, circular motion around that taut bud of nerves, my hips bucked on their own accord. Shaun hooked his arms under my ass and lifted my hips up for better access.
I loved the feeling of his strength as it enveloped me. He had proved to be an attentive lover, and this morning was no exception. His eyes were still on me, and I felt powerful knowing all he wanted in return for his lavish attention was for me to have a mind-blowing orgasm. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I arched my back and tweaked my nipples, which already stood stiff and ready against the cool air.
Shaun’s tongue made its way down my slit and then back up again as he began to suck on my clit in earnest now. One of his fingers slid deep inside of me, and I moaned again. I heard a muffled groan against my wet folds as I felt my muscles spasm and clench his finger tightly. It was joined by two more, the exquisite sensation of having two of my most sensitive pleasure points stimulated at the same time following, his fingers curling against my inner walls.
“Shaun, I’m close,” I panted.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Open your eyes. Show me how good it feels when I do this to you.”
I opened my eyes as the waves of pleasure spilled over me, wracking my body in violent shudders. I made several sharp gasps as I tried to draw air into my lungs. My stomach muscles tightened as my orgasm reached its crescendo. My eyes never strayed from his, though.
Letting out a deep exhale, I finally filled my lungs up as the last few trembles rolled across me. I felt a small sigh of disappointment rise in my throat as his fingers left me. He slid up my body and dropped his weight on top of me as his lips found mine.
He smelled like musk and sex. My sex to be exact, and that turned me on again. I was about to ask for seconds when I saw him glance at the clock and groan as he rolled onto his back. “I have to go. I was supposed to meet Hammer in the gym fifteen minutes ago.”
I sat up, dragging the sheet against my chest. I could just imagine what I looked like with my hair standing up all over the place. “Shaun! He’s going to be looking for you. He’ll call your room. Why didn’t you say something instead of doing… that?”
He rolled up on his elbow and tugged at the sheet I held. “Because that was a hell of a lot more fun than getting yelled at by Hammer about what happened last night.”
I kept the sheet tightly tucked under my shoulders. “You can’t let anyone know you were here, Shaun. Get out of here and get to that gym.”
A shadow crossed over his face. “Why exactly can’t anyone know I was here?”
I blew out a sigh of frustration as I ran my hand over my hair in an attempt to bring it under control. I knew it was a lost cause. “Because this isn’t something that is okay. I told you that already. I’m not supposed to be sleeping with my clients.”
A wicked grin appeared. “To be fair, there wasn’t a lot of sleeping last night.”
Groaning, I got up, taking the sheet with me. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek back over my shoulder. Damn, the man was so good-looking it should’ve been illegal, not to mention his cock was as impressive in the daylight as it was the night before. And what he could do with it…
Calm down, Tori. Jesus.
Giving myself a hard mental shake, I reminded myself of what I was supposed to be doing. Quickly, I gathered up Shaun’s clothes, which were strewn all around the room, and tossed them on the bed beside him.
“Seriously, this is bad,” I sputtered, trying to make him understand.
He was up out of bed and had his arm around my waist before I even realized he moved. He pulled me hard against his lean body and growled in my ear. “If this is bad, I don’t want to be good.”
There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to swoon against him and let him have his way with me, any way he wanted, but the logical part of me knew someone had to have the level, rational head in this situation.
Pushing gently against his chest, I moved away from him. “You need to get to the gym. Listen, we can talk about this later, but it’s important nobody finds out about this, okay? It’s my job, Shaun. My credibility is on the line here.”
I could tell by the way his jaw worked he wasn’t happy about what I was telling him. I should be flattered a man as drop-dead gorgeous and famous as Shaun Nichols seemed interested in something more than a one-night stand with me. But right now I could only think I was up shit creek without a paddle if my boss found out about it.
“Please?” I hated to beg, but I needed him on my side.
He started to get dressed. The room was awkwardly silent as he pulled his clothes on. He was ready to go in less than a minute, probably some kind of record. Why did I care if I was the one kicking him out? But I could tell he was hurt by the expression on his face.
I tried my best appeasing tone. “Listen, we can talk about it later, okay?”
“Fine,” he said. He was out the door moments later. Suddenly, I felt like the world’s biggest bitch, and that was after the best night of sex I could recall in my life.
I sighed and glanced at the clock. Shaun wasn’t the only one who was running late. I focused on what I needed to accomplish for the day. I’d find a way to talk to Shaun later.
Come the afternoon I found myself on the bus headed for Des Moines, Iowa and Shaun’s next fight, which was in two days. I boarded the bus first. Shaun and Hammer came a little later, and based on the looks of murder and frustration on their faces, practice hadn’t gone well.
Later, Shaun appeared to be dozing in his seat and Hammer was in the rear of the bus on his phone. That left me at the front of the bus with the always unpleasant Nigel stuck having the same argument we’d had several times over the last week.
“Nobody wants to see him with a bunch of pasty-faced cancer kids hanging on him,” Nigel said. He rolled his eyes. “That’s depressing, and a load of bullshit.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “As in you think they’re faking their cancer, Nigel?”
He rolled his eyes again. “Shaun is young, in his prime. People all over the world want to live vicariously through him. They want to see him out having a good time and getting a load of hot-ass pussy.”
I hated it when men were vulgar, especially when that vulgarity was directed at the opposite sex. To me, it spoke volumes about their maturity level. In Nigel’s case, I also thought he was deliberately speaking like that to get a rise out of me. I hated to admit, it was working.
“People connect to emotion. Genuine, authentic emotion. They like people who are like them. They
like people they feel they can relate to. It’s a scientifically proven fact. Now that Shaun has opened up about his family, his image is getting better. Reporters are asking him less about his love life and more about the issues that are important to him. He looks like a hero.”
“He looks like a do-gooder, and nobody wants to fuck a do-gooder,” Nigel said.
“Are you always this crass?” I snapped.
“Are you always this delusional?” he sniped back.
“What the fuck is going on up here?” Shaun appeared in between. “I can hear you all the way at the back of the bus. I was trying to get some shuteye. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
I averted my eyes hoping Nigel wouldn’t notice the heat rise in my cheeks. I knew exactly why Shaun didn’t get any sleep last night.
“Your new PR agent wants you to do a stupid hospital wing ceremony something or another for cancer research in Des Moines,” Nigel said. “On the other hand, I have an appearance lined up for one of your sponsors. Flowing liquor and babes. A much better event if you ask me.”
“I wasn’t asking you,” I said. It was harder and harder to maintain my cool with Nigel. The man was vile, but I had to work with him for Shaun’s benefit. That was the only thing stopping me from telling him to fuck off.
“Slow down a second,” Shaun said. He dropped into the seat next to me. I didn’t move any closer to him, but I could feel the warmth radiating off his body. I itched to run my fingers through his hair to straighten it where it had fallen down across his forehead. It made him look years younger than his twenty-seven. “Explain to me what’s happening.”
I took a deep breath expecting Nigel to interject himself into the conversation, but then I realized Shaun had directed the question to me. Damn him and his mesmerizing blue eyes.
“I found out about an event at a local hospital in Des Moines. They are opening a new cancer wing, and it happens to coincide with the dates you’re in town for your fight. I made a few inquiries and they’d love to have you there at the ceremony to perform the ribbon cutting. It’s exactly the kind of appearance we need to make people believe this is a cause you believe in and are dedicating your time and energy toward.”