by Vi Keeland
He licked his lips. “You’re beautiful. I’ve fantasized about being inside of you every day since we first started messaging, and I had no clue you would turn out to be a gorgeous woman inside and out.”
My insides were turning to mush. This man could own me—he could ignite my body with dirty words one minute, telling me the things he wanted to do to me, and then make my heart swell with his sweet side. It was a damn dangerous combination. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t give him right now.
Ford lifted his chin. “Take off your bra.”
Nervous, my fingers fumbled behind my back with the clasp. Though the way his eyes darkened as I slowly slipped the bra from my shoulders and revealed my breasts gave me confidence to stand tall. He took his time drinking me in, and my nipples swelled and hardened under his gaze.
“The panties.”
I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
Standing before him completely naked, my heart beat out of my chest in anticipation. Ford stood and held his hand out to me. He kissed me until my knees felt too weak to hold my weight. Then he switched our places and guided me to sit at the edge of the bed.
Dropping to his knees in front of me, he put his hands on my thighs and spread my legs wide.
“I want you to watch.” He lifted one leg and dropped a tender kiss on the top of my foot, looking up at me from under his thick, dark eyelashes. “Watch me lick your sweet pussy until you come in my mouth.”
Oh God.
I lost that battle real quick. The minute his mouth touched between my legs, my head fell back with a moan. So much for watching. He licked slowly, tracing the outline of my lips before fluttering his tongue over my clit. He teased and sucked, the intensity of his movements increasing, along with my hunger.
Yet he didn’t force me across the finish line. Instead, he taunted me with the threat of orgasm, and then slowed, pulling back, keeping it slightly out of reach. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not.
Trying to gather my wits, I looked down at his face between my legs. Ford looked up, feeling my gaze on him. He flashed a wicked smile and pulled back to slowly flick my clit with his tongue. I jerked, and the gleam in his eyes flared brighter.
Oh my God. The bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Watch, and I’ll make you come.”
He’d been holding back until I did what he said. Frustrated and a little pissed off, I dug my fingers into his hair and yanked him harder against me. It had been so many years since I was this turned on, and I had the sudden urge to kick his ass for keeping my orgasm from me.
I heard a muffled chuckle, but then his tongue speared into me.
“Yes. Yes.”
Things turned frantic after that. Ford growled and licked, lapped and sucked. Everything inside of me built, my muscles swelling and tightening, preparing for climax to take hold.
“Ford…”
He pushed two fingers inside of me and sucked hard on my clit as he looked up at me. My body trembled while my orgasm began to pull me under. I fought to keep our gazes locked, but when the big wave hit and my muscles began to contract around his fingers, I fell back onto the bed and let it drown me.
I climaxed longer and harder than I could ever remember. It felt like years of pent-up waves of orgasm had been building and took over like a tsunami. I struggled to catch my breath as I came down.
While I was busy trying to pull myself together, apparently Ford had been busy as well. One minute I was lying on the edge of the bed, trying to collect the pieces after being shattered, and the next his pants were gone, and he hauled me up to the headboard.
“You good?” Ford kissed just above my belly button.
“No,” I breathed out. “I’m mad at you, actually.”
He chuckled and licked the underside of my right breast. “Oh yeah? What for?”
“You spent the last month and a half saying nice things to me and trying to get me to sleep with you…when all you had to do was that. You wasted so much time, damn you.”
Ford sucked my nipple in and tugged it between his teeth, making my back arch off the bed. He laved attention on the other before climbing up to hover over me. “We’ll just have to make up for all that lost time.”
I felt how hard and hot he was, pressed up against my swollen clit. A minute ago I’d been spent and satiated, and yet now I was desperate to have him, to have the rest of him.
He pushed a piece of hair out of my face and leaned in to kiss my lips. My hands traveled down his back and slipped into his boxer briefs. I squeezed his hard ass and our kiss heated up fast. When I scraped my nails along his back, he groaned.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you.”
He lifted and pulled off his boxers before reaching over to grab a condom. Him using his teeth to rip open the package was the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long time. Ford spit the wrapper on the floor and then took my hand and guided me to wrap around him as he sheathed himself.
When I realized how far apart my thumb and pointer were, I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or worried. It had been a really long time.
“Spread for me, beautiful. Spread wide.”
Our eyes locked, and I did as he asked, fanning my legs open to him across the bed. He lined up the thick head of his cock with my opening and pushed inside ever so slowly. I hadn’t gotten a good look at how big he was; I only knew he was wide. But Ford seemed to understand he needed to take his time. He rocked his hips in and out, stretching me a little more with each thrust, going a little deeper until he was finally fully inside of me.
“Fuck.” His arms shook, and he muttered against my lips. “You feel so incredible.”
He captured my tongue and kissed me passionately as he glided in and out. I was so wet, and my body clenched around him like a fist. He broke our kiss and pulled back to look at me.
“Beautiful.” He sped up his thrusts and smiled down at me. “So fucking beautiful.” The room was quiet except for the sound of our bodies slapping against each other. He reached down and grabbed behind one of my legs, pulling it up at the knee. The change in position tightened my body around him even more, and he began to rub at the sensitive spot inside me.
Oh God. Here it comes again.
I dug my nails into his back, and he took the hint at what I needed—moving harder and faster, grinding down with each thrust and fucking me deep. My clit throbbed, and my heart raged out of control.
“Ford…” I called.
The veins in his neck bulged, and his breathing became uneven. I knew he was about to lose control, too.
“Come with me,” he groaned. “Feel me.”
He slammed down so hard, it nearly knocked the wind of out me. But it was exactly what I needed. My body clenched around him and began to pulsate. Ford felt it hit, saw it on my face, and raced to his own release.
“Fuck,” he roared.
I watched as his jaw tensed, and he bucked twice more before sinking into me so deeply that I gasped.
Collapsing, he buried his face in my neck and kissed me as he caught his breath. I could feel his hot cum inside of me, even through the condom. As much as I was overwhelmed and mentally and physically depleted, I couldn’t help but think if it had felt that good with a condom, what the hell would it feel like skin to skin?
Ford lifted his head and looked at me. He squinted. “What are you thinking about already? My brain might not work until tomorrow after that.”
I giggled. “Nothing.”
“Don’t even try it.” He tapped one finger to my temple. “I know what it looks like when the wheels in your head are turning.”
I smiled. The man had just gone down on me while I watched him and then almost fucked me into oblivion, yet I was still modest when it came to talking about sex.
But I was being silly, so I was honest. “I was thinking how good it would probably feel without the condom.”
“Are you on the pill?”
Though I’d had no reas
on to be the last few years, I still took it to regulate my period. I nodded.
Ford jumped up from the bed so fast it startled me. I thought maybe there was a bug.
“What…what’s wrong?”
“Getting rid of this damn condom.”
He went to the bathroom and was back in ten seconds flat. He crawled over me. “Ready.”
I laughed. “Ready for what?”
Ford gripped my hand and brought it down to feel between his legs. He was as hard as he’d been before we had sex.
Reading the confusion on my face, he smiled. “You spent the first half of the summer telling me all the reasons you didn’t think twenty-five was right for you.” He aligned himself, and with one firm thrust of his hips, he pushed back inside of me. “Now I get to spend the second half showing you all the reasons twenty-five is right for you.”
Chapter 19
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Valentina
I woke to a prod at my rear.
Ford was wrapped around me, a sheet covering only our bottom halves as we spooned. One muscular arm kept his front tucked to my back. At first I wasn’t sure if he was awake, but then the hand covering my ribcage glided up and grazed over my breast.
“Morning.” His voice was raspy and so damn sexy.
“How did you know I was awake?”
His thumb and forefinger rolled my nipple. “I just did.”
I smiled. We’d stayed awake until the sun came up exploring each other’s bodies. I couldn’t count the number of times we’d had sex…four? My body had the delicious ache to prove it. Ford’s hand slid down to between my legs and cupped me.
“Sore?”
I downplayed it because I couldn’t get enough of him. “A little.”
He rolled us so I was suddenly on my back. “I need to jump in the shower in a few minutes. I have a meeting to prep for. And I need to eat a little before that.”
“Oh. Okay. I can make you something.”
He flashed a wicked grin. “I’m eating you for breakfast.” His head disappeared under the sheet.
“That’s not…oh. Wow. Okay, then.”
Ten minutes later, I was boneless. “You’re…really good at that.”
He nuzzled into my neck. “I’m glad you approve. I plan to spend a fair amount of time with my head between your legs.”
A few minutes later, he pushed up on his elbow. “I really don’t want to get up. But I need to take a shower. I’m going to take the train into the city so I can work for the two-hour trip each way. Think you can pick me up tonight? I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
Ford got up from bed. I’d ogled him shirtless at the beach and felt every rippled muscle of his body last night, but seeing him stand up naked in the morning light—every ounce of gorgeous, tanned, smooth skin on display—was truly mind blowing. He had that deep-set V and each of his abdomen muscles formed their own little raised mound of deliciousness. Yet his ass was the showstopper. From behind he looked like the X-rated version of a sunscreen ad with his sun-kissed skin fading to a firm white derrière.
I lifted to my elbow to watch him walk around naked. He looked perfectly comfortable doing it, as he should be with that body.
“I need to do whatever exercise you’re doing.”
He laughed. “Oh yeah? We can do that. Tomorrow morning we’ll go to the gym together.”
I laid my head back down. “I said I needed to. I didn’t say I was actually going to. But feel free to come over after you’re done and all sweaty.”
He leaned down and gave me a chaste kiss. “Care if I shower here?”
“No. Not at all. I’ll drag my ass downstairs and make us some coffee while you do that.”
“Great.”
I wasn’t ready to return to the land of reality just yet, so I picked up Ford’s shirt from last night and slipped it over my head. Since it hung to nearly my knees, I didn’t bother with a bra or underwear.
In the kitchen I flicked on the Bose Soundlink. The coffee pot sat right next to it and had a yellow sticky note attached.
Fondle Ford’s balls
I covered my mouth and cracked up. This had become a game for him. I had no idea when he’d even come down to the kitchen. He had to have gotten up after I’d fallen asleep. I found a second note stuck to the back door.
Buy naughty schoolteacher costume.
Another was stuck to the toaster.
Paint myself with Nutella.
Then there was the one on the dishwasher.
Red lipstick.
That one was underlined with two heavy slashes.
His dirty notes had me smiling like a teenager who’d just been passed one from the cute boy in class. A Backstreet Boys song came on the radio, reminding me of the day I’d walked out on the deck and found Ford playing their album. Sighing with contentment, I grabbed the coffee beans out of the refrigerator and ground them, sporting the goofiest grin.
When the loud whirling sound stopped, a voice startled me. “Someone’s happy this morning.”
The smile fell from my face. Ryan. My ex-husband stood in the doorway of the kitchen. I hadn’t heard him come in.
I crossed my arms over my braless chest. “What the hell? How did you get in here?”
He shrugged and held up a key. “I let myself in.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I just did.”
“I’m not dressed.”
Ryan’s eyes roamed over my bare legs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. But you’re looking good, Val. Did you start exercising again?”
I hated the way he looked at me—like he was allowed to. I pushed past him and snatched a throw blanket from the living room couch. Wrapping it around my body, I pulled it tight to hold it closed. “You don’t just walk into someone’s house.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s not someone’s house…it’s my house.”
With the shock of finding someone in the house, Ryan of all people, I totally forgot someone else was also here. Ford jogged down the stairs wearing only a pair of jeans with the top button opened. His hair was wet from the shower. I watched as his smile disappeared when he saw my ex-husband standing in the kitchen.
Ryan turned, hearing someone behind him. Ford froze at the bottom of the stairs, and his eyes darted from Ryan’s to mine.
I panicked and blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “Ummm… Ford is fixing the pipe upstairs in the shower.”
The minute the words left my mouth, I knew Ford wouldn’t be happy. His jaw flexed, and he stared at me.
Ryan shook his head and looked disgusted. “The boy next door is fixing the pipes while you’re walking around half naked? What the hell, Val? Are you trying to lure the poor kid?”
I felt the anger radiating from Ford, and I wanted to kill Ryan for creating this situation. I chose to lash out at the cause of problem. “Why are you here, Ryan? It’s not even noon, and you said the contractor wasn’t coming until two.”
“Traffic was light, and I figured I’d check that leaky pipe in the kitchen.”
“Ford already fixed it.” I pulled the blanket around me even tighter. “Can you please go outside while I get dressed?”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “This is my house.”
“It’s not your year. Matter of fact, neither is next year since you took the last two. You need to get out right now.”
A cell started to ring. Realizing it was his, Ryan grumbled something and dug it out of his pocket as he walked toward the front door. He slammed it closed behind him. The entire floor shook in his wake.
I walked over to Ford and raised my hands to touch his chest, but he took a step back, out of my reach. “The boy next door? I’m fixing the pipes?”
“I’m sorry. I was just caught off guard, and…I just don’t want him in my business.”
Ford’s jaw may have been rigid with anger, but I could see the
hurt in his eyes. “Sure.”
“Ford…”
He shook his head. “I gotta go.”
“Wait…I didn’t…”
The door slammed shut a second time, and I stood alone in the living room, wrapped in a blanket and still wearing Ford’s shirt.
God, I really fucked up.
***
“You want to grab some lunch at the Lobster Roll?”
“No.”
My ex-husband seemed genuinely confused. His forehead wrinkled. “Why not?”
“Because I have things to do.”
I’d been sitting on the back deck the last twenty minutes. The contractor had come and gone, and Ryan had insisted on checking the kitchen sink to make sure the leak was fixed properly, even though I’d told him it worked fine.
“You don’t look busy to me.”
I glared at him. “How do you think Kaylee will feel about you having lunch with your ex-wife?”
“It’s Kayla. And it’s over. She went to India to study yoga for a few weeks and decided to stay. Met some rich tech guy.”
“What a shame.”
I looked up and saw a different man than I used to see. Ryan had aged and gained some weight. His hairline had started to recede, and he’d grown his hair out in a failed attempt at modern hair that wasn’t thinning. Two years ago, I’d never thought the day would come when I’d look at him and not miss our life together. When he’d walked out on me, I’d thought my life was over.
But it wasn’t. Turns out it was finally getting started. It had taken me a long time to get here, but I was over Ryan—like, so damn over.
“Come on…you love those lobster rolls. It’ll be like old times.”
“I do love them. But I can go enjoy them on my own…and be in better company.”
Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. “Fine. Whatever. I should get on the road before rush-hour traffic anyway. I’ll be in touch about scheduling the construction.”
I didn’t bother to walk him out. He’d helped himself in. He could figure out the way back all on his own. Once I heard his car start and pull out of the driveway, I breathed a bit easier. Though only one problem was solved.