Hard To Resist

by Karen Erickson

  They could be fast, couldn't they? They'd have more time to enjoy each other's bodies later. Right? The need to have this man deep inside her, to make her come was so great that her sensible business-driven mind had just been overridden by the wanton temptress she had no idea lived inside of her.

  She wanted to get fucked. And she wanted this man to be the one who fucked her. Now.

  Deciding to hell with it, Nicole whipped her dress off over her head, tossing it to the floor. The heated look in Ryan's green gaze told her he appreciated the endeavor. He stood, his pants and his boxers dropping to his ankles, and he kicked them off. Then he nudged off his shoes and socks as well.

  Before Nicole went to him, she stood for a moment and admired his magnificent body. Wide shoulders, a broad chest with just the right amount of hair curling in the middle of his pectoral muscles. The dark hair narrowed to a thin trail down his stomach, past his navel to end at the curly bush around his stiff cock. His thighs were just as thick unclothed as they'd been covered, his legs long and strong looking. A man who looked comfortable with his physique, proud of it even. She found it, and him, so very appealing.

  "What are you waiting for, baby?"

  "I'm just admiring the view."

  He smiled, sat down on the chair with his arms dangling at his sides. “Same here, though my view is much better than yours, I bet. Why don't you come over here and show it to me up close?"

  Nicole walked over to Ryan clad only in her high-heeled sandals and white lace panties and stopped just before his chair. She rested her hands on her hips and gazed down at him, watched as he leaned forward and pressed his face against her panty-covered pussy.

  "You smell so good."

  She closed her eyes, breathed deep when she felt his hot breath against her sex, his fingers curl around the waistband of her panties. Those fingers latched on to the thin fabric and pulled them down over her hips. He continued them down her legs as far as he could reach and she wiggled out of them, kicking them off. She stepped out of her sandals, which brought her crotch even closer to his face.

  Ryan's big hands came around her, grasping at her buttocks. He kneaded her flesh, rubbed her with strong, sure strokes and she bit back the moan that threatened to spill.

  "Your ass makes me crazy."

  "My ass makes me crazy, too. It's too big,” she couldn't help but say.

  He smacked one butt cheek, and her skin stung from the sharp contact. The slap made her pussy cream even more. “That's no way to talk about my favorite body part. Now turn around."

  She did so, trying her hardest not to be embarrassed. She had the Arroyo ass, she knew it. Her mother had it, so did her sister. All of them cursed with a bubble butt she'd tried in vain the last few years to get rid of by sweating it out at the gym.

  It didn't work.

  His hands smoothed over her rounded flesh, his fingers lingering, tracing the bottom curves of each cheek. She tingled from his caresses, unused to having someone pay so much attention to her butt. Why she had neglected this area before she didn't know. His touch felt too wonderful for words.

  "Bend over, Nicole. Rest your arms on that chair right there,” he murmured.

  Oh, what did he want to do? She adjusted the chair in front of her and bent forward, her ass waving in the air directly in front of him. Closing her eyes, she tried not to melt into the floor from mortification.

  "Spread your legs, baby."

  When she did, he dropped to his knees, his fingers at her pussy smoothing frosting over her slit. She gasped at the contact, cried out when he bent his head and ran his tongue through the trail of frosting, up to circle around her clit. She grasped the edge of the chair with clenched fingers, groaned as his tongue searched her folds slow and sure. His hands held her butt cheeks open wide and he stabbed his tongue into her pussy hole again and again, making her gasp in pleasure.

  He moved away from her and she watched as he dragged his fingers through yet more frosting. He then rubbed it around her puckered asshole, making her quiver with new sensations.

  "You're not serious...” She let her voice trail off. Never, ever had a man touched or licked her there. Did she really want him to?

  Ryan didn't even answer her. His tongue began lapping up the frosting, swirling around her tight hole. He licked and licked, tracing each tiny ridge, and she thrust her butt even more up in the air, bucking against his mouth. Begging for more without saying a word.

  She felt naughty, she felt wanton and for once in her life, she just didn't give a damn. Pleasure overrode her nagging conscious.

  "You like it when I lick you there?"

  Nicole nodded, thrilled at the guttural tone in his voice, the dirty connotation to his words.

  His finger circled where his tongue had just been, sliding the tip slowly inside. She gasped, her entire body tensing at the intrusion, and he removed his finger, slid his hands up her lower back.

  "Relax, baby, trust me. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good."

  She didn't even know this man, certainly not well enough to allow him to fuck her in the middle of her bakery. But for some unknown reason she trusted him. Liked him, even. She could see herself going out with Ryan. Indulging in a relationship with him, seeing where it would take them.

  But what man would want to have a serious relationship with a woman who allowed him to cover her private parts in frosting, then lick it off? A woman he really didn't even know? This was probably every man's fantasy, but they didn't want to make that fantasy a reality. They much preferred to partake in the pleasure and then walk away without a backward glance.

  At least, this had been her experience in the past. Not that she'd let any man slather her in frosting, but still. They moved on fast when all she wanted was serious. When she gave them what she thought they wanted, they still jammed. When she acted nonchalant and aloof, they didn't bother. She couldn't win. What made her think Ryan was any different?

  Nicole shook her head. She didn't want to think about that now. She hadn't even come yet from all of this frosting indulgence, and she wanted to, needed to. Was desperate for it, even. She forced her body to relax, made easier by the soothing strokes on her back, and when she felt his finger tickle at the crack of her ass, she closed her eyes. Blew out a breath and let her body go limp.

  He slid his frosting-coated finger in slow, encountering the ring of muscles there and then pushed past them. Her belly tingled at his touch, the fullness of it all as he pushed deeper inside. He touched his tongue to her throbbing pussy, half of his finger pumping inside of her, and she thrust back against him, wanting more.

  She felt it start low inside of her, her orgasm creeping along her nerve endings. It gathered up power, getting ready to take over her entire body. She closed her eyes, eager for it to take her, welcoming it to push her over the edge. She reveled in the sensations of his tongue licking at her pussy, then shifting to tickle at her clit, and his finger continued to push in and out, in and out of her ass.

  When he sucked her clit between his lips, she came with a shout, tremors wracking her body, making her legs weak. She gripped the chair in front of her with all of her strength, afraid she would slither to the ground if she let go.

  Ryan moved away from her when her shudders finally subsided and his hands wrapped around her waist to turn her around. She looked at him, his lower face covered in her juices and traces of frosting, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger that she knew only she could satisfy.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful when you do that. But when I make you come again, this time I want to watch your face."

  Nicole had no answer for him. She watched mutely as he sat back down on the chair, slipped a condom onto his thick cock. She straddled his lap, felt his cock strain against her pussy and she brushed over him. He moaned and so did she, reveling in the sensation of his cock teasing her folds, tickling her clit. She moved, lifted herself up and grasped him by the base, settling herself on top of him.

  Their ming
led groans made her skin tingle and the sensation of his giant cock throbbing deep inside of her felt so good. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gazed down at him, saw the sweat bead his forehead, the way his jaw clenched tight. She kissed him, tasted her own juices on his lips and tongue but didn't care, even liked it. The intimacy of tasting herself, of sharing his taste with him, too, excited her.

  They started to move together and she rode him hard. He gave as good as he got, slamming deep inside of her with every thrust. She pushed her fingers into his hair, holding on tight, already feeling her second orgasm start to make an appearance.

  "Look, Nicole, watch us."

  She tilted her head down, watched as she rode him up and down, his huge cock revealed and then disappearing between her pussy lips again and again. She pushed down hard on top of him, burying him deep, their damp pubic hair mingling together, and she cried out, pressed her forehead against his.

  "Fucking amazing, huh?"

  Nicole nodded, arched forward. Her orgasm was close, so close, and she hoped he was close, too.

  "You feel so good, baby. I'm gonna come. Are you?"

  "Yes, Ryan, please come with me."

  He did, the both of them groaning, pressed against each other as the tremors took over their bodies. She bounced on top of him, wanted him even deeper. As deep as he could go, and she yelped when the wimpy chair gave out beneath them and sent the both of them straight to the floor in a splintered naked pile.

  "Well, well, well, what do we have going on here?"

  Nicole's heart leapt to her throat and she pressed her face against Ryan's sweaty shoulder. She didn't even need to turn around to know who just spoke.

  Tia Leonard. Nicole's appointment had finally showed up.

  CHAPTER 5

  "Oh, shit."

  The sound of utter surprise in Ryan's voice more than confirmed that Nicole was firmly affixed in reality. And that she'd just been caught fucking amongst the cakes these people were supposed to sample.

  She wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow her.

  "We could leave you two alone, come back some other time,” said a very amused, very male voice.

  Nicole turned around at the sound of the masculine voice to find Tia Leonard standing there, mouth agape, arms crossed in front of her chest. With a very tall, very clean-cut looking guy standing directly behind her, a giant smirk on his face.

  "I—I'm so sorry, I don't even know how to begin to explain.” Nicole scrambled, wanting to stand up but not wanting to stand up naked in front of these people.

  Ryan handed her dress to her and she slipped it over her head, deciding she'd better get up. She smoothed her hair away from her face, tried to smile and look dignified, but how dignified could one be when you just got caught screwing and breaking a chair to finalize the act?

  "Nicole Arroyo, I presume?” The crisp cold ice to Tia's tone told Nicole she was not impressed.

  Nicole nodded, didn't even bother extending her hand out to her. It was still sticky from all of the extraneous activity with Ryan anyway. “Tia?"

  Tia pursed her heavily glossed lips, waved a manicured hand at the man standing behind her. “This is Cooper Winthrop, my fiancé. I'm sorry we're late, though it doesn't look like you missed us much, no?"

  Nicole's heart sank into her stomach. Dread fell over her body like a heavy curtain. She'd blown it. Allowed her whacked-out libido to take over and ruin her chances at a huge, career-making wedding. All because she wanted to get laid, do the nasty with a hot guy. She turned to look at Ryan, who struggled to slip on his boxer shorts without falling on the floor. Raising her eyebrows at him, she hoped he'd get the hint. Hightail it out of there so she could try and make this appointment happen.

  He shook his head, a confused expression on his face. “What?"

  Didn't the man realize he needed to leave? Her cheeks flushed hot as she turned back to face Tia and Cooper. She didn't even know how to begin to explain the situation.

  "Listen, we can reschedule if you like. We can see that you're, um, busy.” Cooper chuckled and Tia jabbed a pointy elbow into his chest, making him shut up.

  "Uh, well, I don't know what to say.” Nicole straightened her dress across her shoulders, hoping they wouldn't notice her still distended nipples. Of course, she could see them even though they were a blur in her peripheral vision. There was no denying that Tia and Cooper could see her nipples.

  She wanted to curl up into a ball and die a slow death. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. What were these two going to tell everyone they knew when they left the building?

  Nicole didn't even want to know.

  "Maybe that would be best,” Ryan said for her, reaching from behind her to shake Cooper's hand. Nicole didn't miss the grossed out look Cooper gave his hand when Ryan let go. “We kind of got—carried away and I don't think Nicole is in the right frame of mind to discuss your wedding plans right now."

  Oh, good Lord, the man screws her once and then he takes over her business decisions? I don't think so. “No, no, if you'll just give me a few minutes I can get it together. I have a lot of samples I'd like you both to try and we don't have much time before the wedding date. I can grab a few new slices of cake and have them ready for you to taste. I'll go get them right now."

  "I don't think so.” Tia touched her forearm and stopped Nicole from heading toward the kitchen. “I think I've seen enough without having to sample any of your—cakes."

  Nicole's shoulders sagged. There was no mistaking Tia was not impressed. Sweet Treats just got checked off her list as the creator of her wedding cake.

  The loss of money didn't depress her, though it would've been a lot of cash made for the business. No, the missed opportunity of having her cake tasted by so many people who had the means to spend lavishly on future weddings and parties and business events. All of that potential business, down the drain.

  All because of her attraction to a man—pathetic.

  "Um, thanks for your time,” Cooper said with a polite nod, wrapping his arm around his fiancé's shoulders and they turned toward the door.

  Tia didn't say another word, didn't even look at her.

  Nicole watched the couple walk away, couldn't help but hear the giggles that escaped them both as they exited her bakery. They'd never darken her doorway again.

  She closed her eyes, refused to allow the tears that threatened to spill. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and turned around to face Ryan.

  The man who helped her ruin her chances.

  "Why didn't you just leave?” She couldn't help the hiss that escaped from her mouth. Hell, she was pissed.

  Ryan pulled on his pants, then grabbed his shirt and slipped his arms into the sleeves. “What are you talking about?"

  She took a couple of steps closer, jabbed a finger into his still bare chest, the tip of her finger tingling at the contact. Damn it. “If you would've just left, I could've pulled this appointment together and made it happen. But, no, you had to speak up for me and say you ‘thought it was best’ that they reschedule. You ruined it!"

  He cocked a brow at her and the sight of it made her stomach flutter. The man had a hold on her she just didn't understand. She was pissed at him yet she still wanted him. Bad. Just the sight of that sardonic eyebrow and his bare chest made her juices flow. She would've been willing to go another round even though she was angry with him. Angry sex could be pretty good sometimes.

  "You really thought you could've held it together and served them cake after they just saw you naked?"

  Nicole shook her head, ran her hand through her tangled hair. “Yes! I know I could've!"

  "Listen.” He grasped her by the shoulders, shook her a little so that she lifted her head. She met his intense gaze. “There will be other clients, those two snobs weren't the end all, be all of your business. I know a lot of people, I'll help you. Just don't feel guilty about what happened between us."

  "What just happened between us made me los
e what would have been the biggest job of my career,” she said through clenched teeth. Only faintly did it register that he said he'd help her. How could he help her? What did he know about wedding cakes?

  "So you're saying what happened between us was a mistake?"

  She did not need him making her feel like shit. She wouldn't allow it. “I should've never let myself get carried away."

  He reached out, caressed her cheek with his fingertips. Her skin trembled at his touch, no matter how much she fought it. “I thought it felt pretty damn good. And I was too far gone to put a stop to it anyway. There's something between us that's hard to deny, Nicole. Don't say you don't feel it."

  She couldn't say that because it would be a lie. There was something between them, but it felt tainted somehow. She was going to be the laughingstock of the local wedding business world because she got caught buck ass naked sprawled on the floor with a naked man on top of a broken chair. Just after she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.

  She didn't know how to take all of this.

  "You need to just ... go. I can't deal with this right now."

  Nicole turned away from him, but he grabbed her arm, forced her to look at him. “Don't do this, Nicole. I understand this situation is crazy, but after what just happened, I can't let you go. You're mine now."

  She shook her head, extracted herself from his touch. “Oh, please. Don't get all barbaric on me. What we shared was amazing, but this...” She waved her hand around. “This is all just too weird, too much."

  He growled, clearly in frustration, and thrust his fingers into his hair. “So you really want me to leave."

  "I think it would be best for right now.” Did she really?

  "Okay, fine.” He gathered the rest of his stuff and started to leave the bakery, but then turned around one last time. “You're making a mistake, turning me away right now. I won't let you go this easy."

  Nicole swallowed, closed her eyes against the emotions that swelled up inside of her. “I was never yours to begin with."

  "Yeah, right."

  The bell rang, signifying the door had closed behind him, and she covered her face with her hands.