by Morgan Fox
He didn’t love Liza. She didn’t love him. They simply needed one another.
He pressed her up against the door to her apartment, ravaging her mouth with his own, and tasting just how sweet she was. She clawed at him, pulling herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He fumbled for the door, but it was locked. She handed him the key, and he did his best to keep her anchored to him while he tried to put the key into the keyhole. After several tries and lots of laughter, he finally did it.
Her eyes sparkled with humor. “I could’ve gotten down, you know?”
“What fun would that have been?”
He shoved open the door and closed it with his boot, locking it behind him. Kissing her once more, he carried her up the stairs and right toward the bed.
“Wait,” she asked hurriedly, pressing her hands to his chest. “I need to shower first.”
“Not for me you don’t.”
She grimaced as if in pain. “I’ve been working all day, and it’s freaking Texas ball-busting hot outside. I. Want. A. Shower. First.”
The woman meant business. He lowered her enough to let her feet touch the floor. “Okay. Fine,” he agreed, raising his hands in an attempt to ward off any potential assault.
He watched her as she began undressing, slowly, almost teasingly. He liked that she wasn’t shy about her body. Her confidence was sexy as hell. He yanked his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor. She did the same with her own, taking a slow step backward as he approached her. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the zipper down. She bent over to unzip the side of her ankle high boots. Then she leaned against the bed as he closed the distance. She placed a heel on his chest, stopping him from moving.
Tsking under her tongue, she reminded him, “Shower first.”
Fire ignited his blood as the uptight, confidant woman turned ultra-sexy. He pulled each boot free and then moved to ease her jeans from her hips and down her legs. His breath caught in his lungs as he spotted the skimpy black lacy panties she wore.
A grin played at his lips. “Did you wear these for me?” She smiled, her eyes warm with the answer. “I like them.”
He slipped his finger under the elastic band and hooked the material with his finger, drawing it up between the folds of her sex. She moaned as he teased her.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Liza.”
Her gaze locked on his, her cheeks reddening with his praise. He couldn’t help but tell her his thoughts, share just how gorgeous she was to him.
He unhooked his finger. “Roll over,” he ordered, standing up to kick out of his boots, and removed his jeans, briefs, and socks.
“But I want a shower,” she repeated.
He arched a determined brow. “Don’t make me ask again. Roll. Over.”
She bit her lower lip and did as he asked. “You aren’t one of those freaky dudes are you?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice. “Don’t get me wrong, a little freak is good. But I do have a line I won’t cross.”
He grabbed her panties, and she instantly arched her hips to allow him access to remove them. “And what do you consider a little freak?”
She pushed back on her knees, bringing her ass to his crotch. “I like most things.” She wiggled over him, making his cock jump with the idea of fucking her. “I have many fantasies.”
“Like?”
She purred like a kitten before moving up to her knees and unfastening her bra, she crawled off the other side of the bed and tossed the material at him. He caught it and added it to the collection of gathered clothing on the floor.
“I’ve never said my fantasies aloud.” She released a girlish giggle. “I don’t know if I can.”
He moved closer to her and with his hand on hers, encouraged her to take his shaft and stroke it. “Let me help you with this then.” He reached behind her and slipped his finger between the cheeks of her ass. She quivered against him. “Ever fantasized about a man taking you here?” He played gently at her anus.
Her eyes rounded, and again she blushed. She looked up at him through her long dark lashes. “Yes.”
A possessive need assailed him. “Has anyone ever—”
“No,” she muttered breathlessly, as if the idea of letting anyone else do it would upset him. It wouldn’t have. But he liked the idea of being the first man to pleasure her in ways no one else ever had.
“Would you like it if I showed you how good it could be—taking you this way?” He tightened his hold on her, his cock as hard as steel as the thoughts of all he wanted to do with her exploded in his mind. “I want you to tell me your fantasies, Liza. I want to explore them with you.”
“Yes. Okay,” she whispered on a breath and then paused, poking him in the chest. “But I want to shower first.”
He laughed. “Fine. Shower. Lead the way.”
“Are you coming with me?” She seemed shocked that he’d want to.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, I’ve just never showered with a man before.”
Seriously? He’d always considered showering with a woman one of the many joys in life. There was something sexy about slick bodies, warm water, and nudity that did it for him.
“You’ve been missing out,” he told her. “Let me show you exactly why you’ll crave this with me every night we’re together.”
Chapter Five
Liza had no idea that being with Jason would be so spectacular. He was generous and charming. He was unlike anyone she’d ever known and that left her wanting him all the more. The sensation he invoked in her was startling and addictive. The wicked ways he spoke to her, the naughtiness of his thoughts he openly shared, every single thing he did was just what she needed, desired.
“My shower stall is not very big,” she pointed out, eyeing his broad shoulders and height. “You sort of take up a good deal of space.”
“Then it’s a good damn thing you’re smaller.” His eyes darkened. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to fit into any tight space you’ve got.”
She gaped at him and then nibbled her lip. “I see what you did there.”
“What did I do?” He snickered.
She shook her head with a smirk and reached in to turn on the shower, adjusting the water to her liking. “I’m not big on scolding hot showers. I hope you’re okay with that.”
He pulled her against him, staring down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “And if I’m not?”
She reached between them, cupping his cock and balls in her hand. “You’re out of luck, I suppose.”
He groaned as she released him and stepped under the running water. He studied her for a long moment, his eyes trailing over her with heated interest.
“Are you coming?” she asked.
“Not yet, but looking at you now, I will be soon.”
She breathlessly laughed as he slid in behind her. “You’re terrible.”
The shower stall was closing in on her. Or maybe it was Jason. Either way, she could do little but enjoy the closeness of his body. He reached over her head and grabbed the body wash and dabbed a little on his hand. Then he began washing her, starting at her shoulders and arms, and working his way over her breasts.
“Don’t you want to use a washcloth or something?”
He grinned. “What fun is that? I can feel you better this way.”
Warmth flooded her veins. “Do I get to do this to you next?”
“Damn, I hope so. I’d appreciate a little extra attention paid to my cock. It’s feeling a bit dirty today.”
“You get off on teasing me, don’t you?”
The expression on his face was anything but teasing. He rinsed her off and effortlessly lifted her up. Then he probed at her pussy with his fierce erection. She gasped as he sank deep into her womb.
“Does this feel like I’m teasing you?”
Her head feel back as he bucked a dozen times. The feel of him inside her was incredible. The slick, smooth velvet of his shaft so much better than the latex of a condom.
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ith that thought, her fingers clawed at his shoulders. “Jason,” she gasped, realizing he’d never put one on. “Wait. Should we use protection?”
“Shit,” he rasped, slipping out of her, but still holding her against him. “I’m sorry. I got caught up.”
Water filled the valley between their bodies. “I’m on the pill,” she said to ease his mind. “I just wasn’t sure how you felt about—”
“I always use protection,” he assured her. “Always.”
She nodded, assuming he would’ve preferred to with her, as well. She understood that. It was a crazy world out there. “Right, I agree. I’m the same way. No condom. No sex.”
She smiled, but then her smile was washed away when she watched his expression change. His head fell back as he stared up at the ceiling. “Damn it, I forgot a condom.”
She sighed. “I used my last one with you at the hotel.”
“We’re not starting things off too well are we?” He sat her feet back down on the shower floor. “So much for my spontaneous seduction.”
He grabbed the shampoo and quickly washed her hair and his. Then he conditioned their hair and rinsed it away. Turning off the water, he handed her a towel and grabbed a fresh one from the rack beside him. She could feel the change in the air, the disappointment filling him. She wanted him, hated that when things started to feel good between them, something caused it to come crashing down around them.
Talk about a roller-coaster relationship.
Grinding her teeth in emotional disappointment, she tucked the towel up under her arms and followed him out of the bathroom. She licked her dry lips as a thought surfaced in her mind—one she shouldn’t be having and one that had her body heating up once again.
“Do you plan to sleep with anyone else while we’re together?” she asked him, stopping just before the bed.
“Of course not,” he spat, sounding almost offended.
Her body stirred as she swallowed down her apprehension. “I’m on the pill, Jason,” she repeated.
He shot her a curious look then moved to clasp her shoulders gently. “Are you sure? We can wait until tomorrow night. I can come back armed and ready.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she told him. “I want you now and tomorrow.”
The lopsided grin that teased his mouth had her heart racing. He obviously felt the same way. “It might be wrong to admit this, but I’m glad you said it.”
She nodded, tugging her towel off and dropping it to the floor. Then she pulled his off his hips and did the same. “Me, too.”
He kissed her, his fingers wrapping around the nape of her neck. “Do you have lubricant,” he asked, his lips hovering over hers.
“Yes,” she muttered.
“Good,” he cheered, righting himself. “Get it.”
She placed the tube of lubricant in his hands. “Get on the bed. Put your head on the pillow. I want you to see what I’m going to do to you.”
She thought her heart would crack through her ribs at any second. Jason looked like a man ready to conquer an army. His broad shoulders, his tan and smooth muscular body, his golden-blond hair hanging wet and lose around his face, and his piercing blue eyes intense and consumed with desire—everything about him made her tingle with need. She didn’t hesitate to do what he’d asked, eager to feel the pleasure he promised.
Liza lay on her back and parted her legs as he clasped hold of her ankles. He encouraged her to open for him as he settled his face between her thighs, spreading her legs. With her head arched forward, her hips rolled upward, and her legs parted wide with his hands gripping the backs of her knees, she was as vulnerable as a woman could get, and the feeling was euphoric. She could see everything, and when his tongue teased over her throbbing clit, her nipples hardened. She instantly massaged her breasts, needing to caress the sensitive tips.
As he tasted her pussy, probing his tongue in and out of her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. But when he slipped his finger into her pussy and teased the entrance to her anus, she quivered, silently begging him to shove inside her. She craved the pleasure she imagined she would feel as he filled her ass. She’d seen pornos, read stories, and had always been curious. Jason was the first man to share her sexual interest, and she was thrilled that he wasn’t afraid to show her things, explore passions with her.
When his finger began to tease past the tight ring, she tensed. But the feeling eased as he sucked a little more at her clit. Soon she was riding his hand, craving more. When he stretchered her with another finger, she gasped, clawing at the bedding.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice strained with concern.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” she told him. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
He grinned, returning his mouth to her clit, his fingers pulsing in and out of her ass. Then he shoved another finger inside her pussy, one then two.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, crying out as he sent her over the edge. She came hard, her body shaking with her release. Once he’d wrung every drop from her body and she couldn’t stand it anymore, she begged him, “Fuck me, Jason.”
With a wicked smirk, he rose to his knees and pulled her down toward him. In one quick motion he was seated deep inside her, his hips a machine pounding against her. His arms flexed as she held them. The sight of him above her was like a dream she’d had a million times. Feeling him inside her, seeing his eyes locked with hers left her breathless and wanting.
She wanted to cry as she reached another orgasm—the power so much more than she’d ever felt before. Within seconds of her release, Jason was coming, his body tensing as he groaned. His cock pulsed inside her as he emptied his seed.
He lowered his head for a second, catching his breath. He looked at her. “Don’t move.”
Slipping from the bed, he headed into the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying a washcloth. He gently cleaned her body of the evidence of their lovemaking. As soon as he finished, she shifted as if to get off the bed.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“I was going to get dressed.”
He glared at her. “No you’re not. I’m not done with you yet.”
Her heart raced. Jason really was a sex god. There was no other explanation for a man who could fuck the way he could and want seconds.
“Get back on the bed. Same position.”
Once again her pussy throbbed. She liked the way he spoke to her in the bedroom, demanding and primal. His savage and raw needs so much like her own. She’d never been with a man who knew his way around her body. Even after one night, Jason figured out how to push her buttons and make her hotter than fire.
She settled at the center of the bed as he moved back into the bathroom. She heard the water running in the sink and wondered what he was doing. When he returned, he held a clean, damp towel. He was also carrying the lubricant.
“Do you have a dildo?”
Her eyes rounded. She’d never shown anyone her battery-operated boyfriend. Suddenly, butterflies were swirling in her belly. She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.
Arching a curious brow, he asked, “Is it in the nightstand, perhaps?”
Again she nodded and pointed. She was almost embarrassed, but not enough to ignore the burning curiosity in her mind. The idea of Jason pleasuring her using himself and her dildo sparked a fire unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life.
She quivered as he returned to her, kneeling on the bed between her legs. He sucked his finger into his mouth to moisten it and then began swirling it over her clit, dipping it inside her pussy.
“Your pussy’s tight,” he muttered, but loud enough for her to hear.
“It hasn’t been used a lot,” she confessed, heat filling her cheeks.
He eyed her, his mouth quirking to one side. “It’s about to be.”
He grabbed her dildo and teased it over her clit, gently filling her pussy. She moaned as he pumped it in and out of her, while his fingers teased her clit. She gripped the backs of h
er knees, pulling herself up enough to watch him pleasure her.
Her eyes swelled as he began stroking his cock. She wished she could reach down and touch him. She wanted her hands all over him.
“I’d like to do that for you,” she said, realizing she’d spoken those words aloud.
“There will be plenty of time for you to take care of me. Right now, it’s all about you.” He placed the dildo off to the side and grabbed the lube, coating his now thick shaft. “Relax,” he rasped, closing the distance between them.
With her hips rolled up, he squeezed the lubricant and gently massaged it over her anus, teasing her tight hole with his finger. “It might be weird at first, but relax and don’t fight it. It will feel amazing. I promise.”
She nodded, an excitement lashing through her veins.
The head of his cock pressed against her, and she clenched. “Breathe,” he said, easing past the barrier.
She did as he asked, closing her eyes as he slowly filled her, the burning sensation slowly fading. He was seated deep inside, and she opened her eyes to see him arching his neck to look to the ceiling, his body tensing.
She reached down and grabbed his thighs, and when she did, he met her gaze. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
He rolled his hips, moving slowly. She was getting used to his size, and there was no pain, only pleasure and wickedness that drove her to touch her pussy. She swirled her finger over her clit, riding the new feeling exploding inside her.
Jason reached for the dildo and leaned back to place it at her entrance. When he gently shoved it inside her pussy, she gasped.
“Oh God!” She’d never felt so full, so complete.
Her fingers worked her clit, while Jason fucked her, his cock and dildo moving in sync with one another. It didn’t take long to send her over the edge. She cried out, her body shaking. In a breath, her body had grown limp, unbelievably sated. Jason placed the dildo to the side and joined her in a few quick strokes. He pulled from her, his body hunched over her as his seed spurted onto her belly.
Breathless and panting, he held perfectly still for a moment, regaining himself. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice deep.