“Well, why would you bring me here then?” I really hope this isn’t about sex.
“I promised to feed you, I didn’t say anything about cooking for you. I’ll order in.”
Oh my God. I shake my head, laughing at him. “Well, I can cook. Do you even have food in the cupboards? I can probably throw something together.”
“No, you’re not cooking. We’ve had a big day, and it was supposed to be a day of relaxing. I’ll order in. How about Chinese? Let’s just enjoy each other’s company, Brooke.”
My heart melts at his thoughtfulness. Most guys would only think of their stomachs, and the thought of being served by a woman. “Chinese is great.” I smile.
“Good. You can cook for me another time.” He grins and I know this is his way of telling me this isn’t the last time we are going to be hanging out together.
I smile widely back at him as I nod my head eagerly. My way of telling him I’m okay with that.
We make our way back to the living area and I make myself comfy, as comfy as I can on his sleek couch, while Saxon orders the Chinese.
While we wait for the Chinese to arrive Saxon joins me on the couch with a glass of white wine for me and a bottle of beer for himself. We settle into the couch and continue our easy back and forth conversation from the car.
By the time the dinner arrives I’m on my third glass of wine while Saxon is on his fourth beer. I’m feeling a little light-headed and glad to smell the Chinese as Saxon carries it through to the kitchen. Placing it on the bench, he begins gathering plates and cutlery.
“Don’t worry about that,” I tell him. “Just bring it here, we can lay it out and eat without dirtying any dishes.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind doing the dishes after.” God, who knew he was such a gentleman?
“I’d actually prefer it.” I smile.
He grins widely at me as he places the plates down, grabs the bags of Chinese, and carries them over to lay them out on the coffee table.
Unpacking the bags, we open all the boxes and lay out all the choices. Saxon sits down next to me as he passes me a fork and turns on the TV. I lean forward and pick up the honey chicken, crossing my legs and leaning back to relax into the couch.
We casually chat while watching random TV, swapping the boxes of food so we can try the variety of choices. Saxon ordered enough to feed an army, and I’m absolutely stuffed full by the time we give up trying to eat anymore.
I can’t believe how quick the time flies when I’m with him. The day is practically over, and I’m still enjoying his company immensely. Surely I should be sick of him by now and dying to get out of here, looking for an excuse to leave.
Instead, I’m looking for excuses to stay and dreading the moment he has to take me home.
Standing, I begin doing up all the takeaway containers. Saxon is going to be eating Chinese for a week. I hate throwing out leftovers, it’s such a waste. Nate was constantly taking leftovers for lunch at the office. My freezer was always full of them, which came in handy after Nate’s accident.
As I continue doing up the boxes Saxon’s hand lands on my arm, catching me off guard. Turning my head to look at him, I see his eyes are focused and calm.
He runs his palm down my arm to my hand and then, interlocking our fingers together, he pulls me down onto his lap.
I’m a little shocked by his forwardness and cautious about what exactly he wants. Still my arms naturally go around his neck and hold on tight.
He places one arm around my lower back while resting his other hand on my thigh. The touch seems innocent, yet feels anything but with his fingers lightly rubbing up and down the intimate area.
A shudder rolls through me, and I curse my body once again for letting me down in hiding my reaction to him.
I look away, embarrassed, and pretend to be glancing around at something behind me. His hand leaves my thigh only to grab my chin and turn it towards him. His eyes are narrowed on mine and I struggle to meet his stare.
“Is this okay?” he asks sternly. I nod shyly, still too embarrassed to admit how I really feel and how I do want this. Saxon cups my face in his palm as he rubs his thumb over my cheek. “There’s no need to be shy, Brooke.” His lust stirs beneath me as his eyes wander over my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
I can’t help but relax in his hold as his warm eyes take me in. They roam my face, and I can see understanding and sincerity in them, hiding under the haze of lust which coats them. That same lust sits heavy in the air around us, so strong like it’s leaking from his pores, like if he can’t have me soon he’ll go crazy.
Deciding to show him how I feel rather than continuing the back and forth ‘are you sure?’ I bring my hands from his neck and grab a hold of his face. Holding it tightly and confidently, I look into his eyes, trying to convey my point with my stare. Slowly leaning into him, I take his lips with my own.
Saxon isn’t as shaken by this as I was the first time he did it to me, and he responds to me immediately. Holding my face in a stronger grip, he brings his arm from my lower back to between my shoulders and manoeuvres my head in the direction he wants it. He instantly takes back the power and control he’s used to.
He licks and nips at my lips until I open up and my tongue slips out to meet his. His kiss becomes harder and more determined at my initiation, turning me on even more with the desire in his kiss. He wants me.
I wiggle slowly in his lap, knowing exactly what it will do to him although not expecting his reaction. He growls into my mouth before throwing me back onto the couch. I don’t have time to react before he is over me, taking my mouth captive.
Placing one knee between my legs, his other foot is on the floor, holding his weight. His elbow rests beside me on the couch while his other hand roams from the bottom of my thigh, over my hip and up my ribs to rest under my breast before he starts the tantalizing pathway all over again.
I kiss him mindlessly as my thoughts follow the path of his hand. My body arches off the couch, and I imagine his same erotic touch in other places.
Saxon must feel my need as he pulls away from my mouth, staring into my eyes. He then rips open my blouse and, along with my gold necklace, buttons are flying everywhere. I look at him with wide eyes. Holy hell.
His stare is fierce, determined, and hasn’t left mine, which instantly sets me off. I pull his head towards me and kiss him with all the need and want which is flowing through me. I kiss him with everything I have.
Grabbing at his t-shirt, he takes my cue and moves back briefly to pull it over his head before he returns my kiss. I run my hands all over his back, rushed and with no rhythm to my movements. I just want to explore him.
There is a different feeling being with Saxon this time. Knowing we have done this before and came through it on the other side, there are no underlying nervousness or what ifs. It’s more relaxed, and I feel like I can enjoy this and enjoy him.
His back is all hard lines and strong muscles which I take pleasure in rubbing over as they shift with the movements of his body, flexing and releasing as he runs his hand over my breasts and ribs. My hands slide down to his ass and I squeeze it hard before softly running my palms over it.
Saxon sits up and stares down at my body. “My God, Brooke, you are so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” I whisper as I stare at his perfect torso.
He leans forward and begins undoing my jeans. He stands to get off me as he peels them off my legs, leaving only my white lace thong and matching bra. “Fuck,” he whispers under his breath before quickly unbuttoning and pushing down his own jeans.
Black boxer briefs. So he does wear underwear. And good God, there it is. His dick is hard, and big, straining against the cotton of his underwear. I love how I do that to him. Someone so simple like me has that effect after he has been with how many tall, thin, and beautiful women and can have any one of them any time he likes.
Saxon crawls over me again, kissing my mouth lightly before trailing kis
ses and licking down my throat to my chest.
He undoes my front-clasp bra and pushes it to the side before leaning down and taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I’m caught off guard and gasp loudly as he sucks my nipple while caressing my other breast; then following the pain, he gives it soft, soothing licks.
“Fuck, Brooke, your tits,” he says as he makes his way to the other one and gives it the same attention. When he’s done with my breasts he slowly makes his way down my body, kissing, nipping, and licking as his mouth travels down my sternum.
He continues the trail down one side of my body along my ribs, and then goes over to the other side. He makes his way across my belly, which instantly tightens at the tickling sensation as he works his way to my belly button, licking and nipping around it.
Slowly he kisses down to my sex and my body tenses. Saxon must notice as he looks up to me, watching my reaction while he continues his kisses lower and lower. My legs tighten, and he grabs both my thighs in his strong hands as he pushes them apart.
He rubs his nose along my core, inhaling deeply before kissing and sucking on my panties, which I know are damp with my want for him. Unintentionally I push myself into his face, loving the feel of his kisses there, even over my panties.
Saxon pulls my panties to the side and leans forward before I cry out, “No,” and try to squeeze my legs shut once more. Trying is futile as his whole body is sitting between my legs now.
He sits up quickly and looks down at me with confusion on his face. He raises a questioning brow at me, and he may as well have the question written on his forehead: surely you’ve done this before?
I save him having to ask his thoughts out loud. “It’s just that we’ve been out all day, walking around …” I trail off, looking around uncomfortably.
Saxon smiles widely down at me as he begins pulling my panties down. “Brooke, if that’s the only excuse you have.” He waits expectantly for my response, scooting back as he continues pulling my thong off.
He throws it down to the floor and just stares at my pussy. I can’t help but squirm. The hunger in his eyes is overpowering. It feels way too intimate for two people just having sex. Surely he doesn’t give oral sex to his one-night stands. It’s one of those things which you need to be totally comfortable with the person, know them well, and know there is no judgement, or … Oh my God, I’m freaking out and just wish he wouldn’t.
Deciding to take control myself, I sit up and trail kisses all over his chest. His body is hard and warm and instantly lights a fire inside me. I want him so bad. What is it about him?
I dig my nails into his back where I’m holding him against me and begin sucking and nibbling on his nipples. Excitement, need, and want overtake me and suddenly I bite his nipple, hard.
“Damn,” Saxon utters as he stares down at me, his eyes wide. His gaze meets mine, and he growls deep in his throat before pushing me back down onto the couch and spreading my legs wide. “I don’t give a fuck about your silly excuses, Brooke. Nothing is stopping me from tasting you. I’ve been waiting too long.”
He’s on me before I can even respond, running his tongue down my folds from my clit to my ass. My hips arch into his mouth and even though I’m mortified, I don’t want him to stop. “Fuck, Brooke, you taste so fucking sweet, just like I knew you would. You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I inhale at his forwardness. I’m not used to dirty talk and definitely not one to do it myself. I would usually think it’s crass, but I’m shocked at how much it turns me on coming from Saxon.
He continues kissing and sucking at my lips and the sensation building is almost unbearable. He licks and kisses everywhere except for where I need it most.
Holding his head with both my hands in his hair, I circle my hips, trying to guide him where I want him. He chuckles as he continues circling around my clit.
“Saxon,” I beg. He chuckles as he lifts his head to look at me.
“Stay with me, baby.”
He returns to torturing me, kissing my pussy like he would my mouth, sucking my lips in and running his tongue around where I need it most. The sensation has built again and the need is growing just as Saxon slowly runs his tongue across my clit. It takes nothing more than that and my body explodes around his mouth.
My legs shake as I grip his head harder and thrust against his face. He continues to gently lick and massage my clit with his tongue, keeping my orgasm going and going, and then laps and licks at my pussy to soak up every last drop of my arousal.
As my body begins to relax and I float back down to earth, he sits up, already rolling a condom down his cock, which I didn’t even see him grab. He quickly thrusts into me, deep and slow, my body shuddering with the final waves of my orgasm.
He doesn’t allow me any reprieve though as he gradually begins a fast yet controlled pace. That familiar feeling begins building again, and I’m not sure I can take another orgasm so soon.
“Brooke, you feel so good. It’s never felt this good.” He’s breathing heavy, pushing my body to its limits with his deep and hard thrusts. I murmur his name as my body teeters on the edge.
He thrusts twice more, pushing me over and I scream out, “Saxon,” as yet another orgasm shoots through me. My head is thrashing from side to side as I see stars.
Saxon continues with long and measured thrusts and each one pushes me further and further from reality. He mumbles obscenities under his breath as his thrusts become more hurried, and he finds his own release, pushing into me two more times before he stills and lets go.
My body is numb. It’s heavy on the couch, and I can’t even lift my arm to push off the hair that has fallen in my face. It may have something to do with the huge man of muscle who is now lying on top of me, his face snuggled in my neck, breathing heavy and whispering my name over and over.
I shake my head trying to move the hair off my face. When that doesn’t work I try blowing it off. Saxon looks up at me, puzzled, before realising what I’m trying to do. He slowly glides his index finger across my forehead, pushing the errant locks behind my ear.
“Better?” he asks, giving me a sweet and sincere smile.
“Thank you,” I breathe.
We lie there while Saxon rests his head on my chest as he looks up at me just enjoying the moment, enjoying each other. No underlying thoughts, no hidden questions. Just us, taking each other in and what just happened.
“It’s never been like this for me, Brooke,” Saxon says as he mindlessly runs his fingertips up and down my ribs.
I feel the atmosphere changing and don’t want to ruin what we have going. Deciding to lighten the moment and put a stop to any seriousness, I push Saxon off as I laugh. “Right, I’m sure that’s what you say to all the girls.” I stand from the couch, forcing him to sit up, and begin collecting my clothes.
He isn’t laughing though. “You should know by now, Brooke, I don’t say anything I don’t mean.” He’s looking up at me, his face serious and his eyes stern. He’s mad, mad I made a joke when he put his feelings on the line.
He’s right; he is definitely not one to say things to please others. Deciding to ignore his comment, I put on my thong and do up my bra, quickly pulling up my jeans. I pick up my blouse and begin to inspect it. There isn’t even enough buttons left to get me home.
“I’ll grab you something to wear,” Saxon says with a smirk. He quickly pulls on his jeans, sans underwear, and slips on his shirt as he makes his way to his bedroom.
I can’t help but stare after him. My God, he is beautiful. Even the way he threw his t-shirt over his head was hot. His strong arms reaching up as he brought it over his head… God, Brooke, stop. This is ridiculous. You’d think you’d never seen a hot guy before.
He returns, making his way over to me and handing me a white cotton t-shirt. I quickly slip it on and tuck the front into my jeans so it’s not hanging so long down my thighs.
“Are you hungry? Do you want some dessert? Want to watch a movie?” Saxon is rambling,
and I can hear the nervousness in his voice. He knew this time was coming, and I almost feel bad having to be the one to break it to him.
“I might actually get going. I’m pretty tired.”
He sighs heavily. Yeah, he knew it was coming. “You don’t have to go, Brooke. Stay, please.”
“Sax,” I plead. “Come on, you know how it is. Please don’t make it a big deal.”
“Are you going to run every time we have sex, Brooke? Because I can tell you, you’ll be running a lot.” Cocky-and-in-control Saxon is back, and I don’t want to be fighting after the wonderful day we’ve had.
“I’m not running, Saxon. You’re just turning this into something it’s not. We had a great day hanging out, enjoying each other’s company, and now it’s time to go home. What’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” he growls. His jaw is tight, and I know he’s biting his tongue and holding back what he really wants to say. “I’ll grab my keys.” He storms off towards the front door.
“It’s fine, I’ll call a taxi,” I call out. His body stiffens, and I know I shouldn’t have said that.
“You are not catching a taxi alone and going home by yourself at this hour.” His voice leaves no room for argument, and he doesn’t even turn to look at me as he grabs his keys, slips on his shoes, and heads out the front door.
One month later
Standing against the staff room counter, waiting for the coffee to brew, I reflect on what has happened over the past month.
Saxon and I have easily fallen into a routine of working nights, late dinners, and business functions. Most of these normally involving sex of some kind. The chemistry between us is explosive, and when we’re alone, we struggle to keep our hands off one another.
Sex with Saxon is intoxicating. Whether it’s animalistic and raw or gentle and loving, on the desk, on the couch, in a bed, or in the back of a car, it’s always all-consuming.
He has stuck to my guidelines of no sleepovers and no discussing what we’re doing. I know it bothers him, and his frustration is clear every time something comes up, and he wants to deal with it. Such as me making him lie to people about us or when his face falls every time I mention taking me home.
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