by R. C. Martin
I can hear the smile on his face even before I look up next to me and see it with my own eyes. His attention still focused on my collection of books, he goes on to tell me, “I always justified stories like those, stories that seemed to last forever with such vivid details, with the time in which they were written. No television. No cell phones. Go back far enough, they didn’t even have radios. Can you imagine? Long, slow evenings with nothing to do but sit in the house and let the hours pass. I figured, books like these were great entertainment back then.”
“Yes. Exactly. I bet that each reader hung on every word.”
His phone chimes from within his pocket, and the small sound seems to break our moment. I bite the inside of my cheek, waiting for him to check the device, suddenly realizing that I can’t have him all night. He’s been here for over an hour already, and I’m not sure how much time we have. When he lifts his hand from his side, I don’t expect him to reach for my chin, and my eyes meet his as his thumb rubs across my cheek, causing me to lose hold of the nub inside of my mouth.
“How much longer can you stay?” I whisper, afraid of the answer.
“A while,” he replies, not even bothering to check the time.
“Okay.” Bringing a hand up to touch his waist, I find my manners and say, “Thank you. For your help, I mean.”
“You’re welcome.”
My eyes drop down to his lips and stay there. Even though he said he could stay a while, I know that anything short of all night won’t be long enough. Every moment we have together is stolen, and I don’t know when I’ll get to see him again. The more I get to know him, the longer the days in between our visits seem. Something tells me that after tonight, I’ll be well acquainted with a new longing in the morning.
“Michael?” I say softly, taking a step toward him.
“Hmm?” he hums in return, his hand sliding to hold me around the back of my neck.
With my gaze still trained on his lips, I press my chest against his and pleadingly echo, “Michael?”
He groans quietly, leaning down to touch his forehead to mine before his voice rumbles, “God, angel—if you say my name one more time—”
“Michael,” I breathe, aching for him to kiss me.
A low growl vibrates his chest as he crashes his lips against mine, causing me to free a whimper. Immediately, I push myself up onto my tiptoes, circling my arms around his neck as my entire body begins to buzz in anticipation. He leans into me, engulfing me in his arms, and I’m certain I’ve never wanted to give myself to a man the way I want to give myself to him. Then he flicks his tongue against my lips, sending a shock of tingles to my belly, and I open up in invitation. When he hums into my mouth, I squeeze him tighter, wanting him closer, and I can feel any and all sense of self-control slipping away from me.
Just like the other night, all that exists is his touch—his kiss.
All I desire is Michael.
“I want you,” I practically beg between kisses.
“Te deseo,” he mumbles in reply. He pulls away from me enough to look into my eyes, and I know that no matter what he said, we’re on the same page. He confirms it when he grunts, “Bed.”
Nodding my emphatic reply, I sigh, “Yes.”
“Condoms.”
Breathless with excitement, I don’t even try hiding my smile as I inform him, “Nightstand.”
“Now.”
Giggling, I push myself out of his arms, taking him by the hand as I start toward the spiral staircase. “Yes, sir.”
Michael
SHE DOESN’T LET go of my hand as we hurry up the steps to her bedroom space. When we’ve reached the highest point of her loft, I’m barely cognizant of the fact that there’s still plenty of ceiling above us—enough where I can stay fully upright as I kiss Blaine and reach for the sides of her t-shirt, pulling it from out of her shorts. I’m too busy concentrating on undressing her, needing her to be naked, for me to worry about anything else.
The last time I was inside of her it was hurried and desperate. While I’m feeling no less anxious to have her now, I do intend on taking advantage of the privacy of her place—the comfort of her bed—and every single second I’ve stolen to be with her tonight.
Blaine’s got my tie undone by the time I’ve untucked her shirt. She slides it from underneath my collar, and I feel underneath the fabric on her back, my hands gliding up the soft skin at her sides and squeezing her waist. When her hands are free, she pulls her lips from mine and reaches for the hem of her t-shirt.
“Faster, Michael,” she begs on a sigh.
My dick grows even harder hearing her repeat my name with so much fire. As she uncovers her chest, exposing her sheer, lacy, black bra, I can’t get undressed quickly enough. Looking away from her only so that I can see the buttons that stand in my way, I get half of them undone before I give up. Reaching behind me, I tug the fabric over my head. It hits the floor at the same moment that I begin toeing my feet from out of my shoes while loosening my belt buckle. My trousers fall to my ankles, and I’m quick to discard my undershirt before I stop to catch another glimpse of Blaine.
I freeze at the sight of her. She’s standing completely still—her arms dangling at her sides, her lips parted open, and her eyes wide in wonder. Her thin bra and matching lacy panties are still covering her up, and my hands itch to touch her. She’s stunning. Her curves are subtle, her shape narrow and petite. Her breasts are small, her belly is flat, her legs are toned, and her skin is without blemish. I want to know every inch of her. I want to see all that she is. The unknown that stands before me calls to the primal man that lives inside of me, and I hunger for her fervent passion. I thirst for the woman who laid across my desk and pleaded with me to touch her.
“You’re—you’re beautiful,” she breathes, interrupting my lustful thoughts.
“As are you, angel.”
Peeking into my eyes shyly, she runs her teeth over her bottom lip before she says, “I want to see all of you.”
I step out of my pants, sliding my socks from over my feet before closing the short distance between us. She sucks in a breath when I pull her against me, my stiff cock pressing against her stomach as she brings her hands up against my chest. Without a word, I unhook her bra, and she hesitantly moves to drop the scrap of fabric at our feet.
“God, I’m shaking, I want you so badly,” she murmurs, smashing her small tits against me. I feel the tremor in her hands as she feels her way over my pecs, her fingers grazing my chest hair. “I know this isn’t our first time, but it sort of feels like it, you know? I’m a little nervous. Do you feel that? I mean—have you seen you? ‘Cause, I mean—”
I cut her off with a kiss, sweeping my tongue through her open mouth. I kiss her long and hard, and she moans as she presses her body tighter against mine. It’s not long before she’s no longer thinking about her nerves. I know this when she skims her hands down my sides and into my boxer briefs. She gropes my ass, eliciting a groan from me, and drags one of her hands around to my front.
“There’s my girl,” I mutter against her lips as she curls her fingers around my cock. “Don’t be nervous. I want you, too.” She grazes her thumb over the head of my shaft, and I jerk in her hold. “Maldita sea—I want you right now.”
Casting her gaze down her cheeks, she manages a deep breath before she pulls my underwear down to my ankles. Rising back up to full height, she then reaches for her lacy panties and wiggles her way out of them. I watch as she climbs across her bed and pulls open the drawer of the furthest nightstand. After taking out a condom, she rips the package open with her teeth and makes her way back toward me on her knees.
Sitting back on her heels, she removes the condom and then looks up at me. I step toward the side of the bed, my dick jutting straight out, and she reaches for me, carefully rolling on the thin layer of rubber.
“We don’t have much time.” As soon as she speaks the words, her cheeks heat in a blush. Frowning, she shakes her head, as if reprimanding herse
lf for reminding us both exactly what it is we’re doing here. “I just meant—”
“I know what you meant, Blaine,” I assure her, crawling toward her, easing her onto her back, and settling myself between her legs.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders as her gaze locks with mine.
“I don’t want to waste another minute with you, either.”
Blaine
NO SOONER ARE the words out of his mouth, and his lips are on mine as he slides his stiff length along my center, nudging my clit with his head. He feels so good—his magnificent physique all around me, making me feel small and completely at his mercy. I shudder as he teases me while tangling his tongue with mine. When our breaths grow heavy and he starts grinding down on me harder, he grunts before reaching between us to position himself at my entrance. My legs fall open wider as he thrusts into me urgently, and I suck in his exhale as I stare up at him.
His eyes are stormy, the dark blue of his irises and his dilated pupils speaking of his current state. He groans as he pulls out of me slowly, and then he thrusts forward—sure and deep. I gasp, holding onto his huge biceps for leverage as I arch my back and lift my hips to take as much of him as I can hold.
“Angel,” he sighs.
I whimper as he begins to set a steady pace, easing out carefully before returning determinately. Never once does his gaze stray from mine, and I’m breathless as I get lost in all that is him. His cock fills me up and stretches me open in a way that makes me feel blissfully full. I hold onto him as he coaxes my orgasm, my arousal just as abundant as it was the last time we were together. Except, unlike our illicit moment on his desk, I sense that there’s a part of him that he’s holding back. It’s like he’s here, but he’s also someplace else. I don’t know how I know. I can’t explain it—but the fire in his eyes doesn’t match what his body is giving me, and I want all of him. I want us to be lost together.
“Mike,” I mumble, lifting my legs and hooking them around him.
He grunts, jerking into me a bit harder, and a spark of excitement flickers inside of me.
“Michael,” he says on a growl.
“What?” I sigh, temporary distracted.
He kisses me, rolls his hips, and then mutters, “When I’m inside of you, you call me Michael.”
Something about his demand makes me giddy, and I smile as I say, “I’ll call you whatever you want me to. Michael. My lover. The Mighty Governor.”
Chuckling, he thrusts into me again, running his nose along mine before he whispers, “Just Michael.”
I nod, reaching up to sink my fingers into his hair. Then, remembering why I called his name in the first place, I tighten my legs around him and plead, “Michael?”
“Hmm?”
“Whatever it is you’re holding back? Stop. I want all of you.” I close my eyes, feeling both shy and needy all at once, and then lift my head to kiss his lips. Without pulling away, I insist, “Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me harder.”
Michael
A SENSATION THE likes of which I’ve never known races up my spine at her command, and my hands fist the blanket beneath her as I try to control myself. Then she forces her tongue into my mouth, and I realize control is exactly what she’s asking me to let go of. I wasn’t even aware that I was being gentle with her, stifling the raw urge I harbor to possess her in her bed the way I did in my office—when I wasn’t thinking, just feeling.
“Michael, baby, I need you to move!” Blaine begs, squeezing her legs around me.
Her voice yanking me out of my thoughts, I look down at her and remind myself that she is not my wife. She’s my angel, and she wants to fuck.
“Baby,” I grunt as I prop myself up on my hands. Her grip in my hair falls away as I begin to pump in and out of her, holding nothing back. “I like that, too.”
She reaches for my waist, her small hands clinging to my sides as she stares up at me—her lips parted in ecstasy. She moans, the sound making my balls ache, and I pound into her harder.
“Yes—yes—yes,” she sighs.
With every stroke of my cock, I can sense her heightened sense of arousal. Her heat welcomes me as she grows slicker with desire, and I glide in and out of her with ease. Wanting to feel her skin—longing to touch her everywhere—I move one of my hands from beside her head and cup my palm around her breast. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her brow creasing in desperation as I roll her nipple between my fingers.
“That feels so good,” she breathes, closing her eyes as she presses her chest into my hand.
Releasing my hold, I slide my arm underneath the small of her back, keeping her lifted as I dip my head to take her opposite breast into my mouth.
“Oh, my god—Michael,” she whimpers, frantically jerking her hips and digging her fingernails into my sides as I suck on her hardened bud.
Every single noise she makes spurs me on, and I want more.
“Touch yourself, Blaine. Come on my cock.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I watch as she slips her hand between us, pressing her fingertips to her clit. Rubbing firm, quick circles around herself, it’s not long before she’s gasping, her body trembling beneath mine. She cries out, and I groan as her climax causes her core to clamp down around my dick. I pull out before she’s finished, certain that I won’t be able to keep a reign on myself for much longer. Replacing my shaft with my fingers, I pump in and out of her as she rides her release.
As soon as she starts to relax against the mattress, I bring my lips to hers and mumble, “On your hands and knees, angel.”
“Okay, baby,” she pants as she begins to flip herself.
I sit up on my knees, watching as she lands on her stomach before lifting onto all fours. When she peeks back over her shoulder at me, her hazel eyes smoldering, I’m overwhelmed by how much I want to bury myself inside of her until I come. It’s more than her body. It’s more than the way she’s looking at me right now. It’s her obedience—her willingness to do as I wish, no questions asked.
“Michael?”
Her voice breaks through my thoughts, and I don’t waste another second before I position myself at her entrance. I slip inside of her center slowly, curving my body around hers as I rest my hands on top of her hands. She flexes her fingers, causing mine to fall between hers, and then we both hold on tightly.
Bringing my mouth to her ear, I lick her earlobe. I feel her shiver as I groan, “If I get too rough—”
She twists her neck, cutting me off with a kiss before she reminds me, “All of you, Michael—please.”
Blaine
HE DOESN’T DISAPPOINT.
He bucks his hips and rides me like he’s trying to penetrate my soul, and it’s awesome! Our bodies are now hot and coated in sweat, and our joined hands slip further up the bed, causing me to lean forward and bend further. His growl lets me know that he likes it, and I lick my grinning lips as he continues to drive into me.
He then takes me by surprise when he gently twists one of my arms, then my other, and pins my hands together above my ass in his solid grip. I rest on my cheek, breathless as he continues to fuck me. It only takes me a second to relax and surrender to him completely. I close my eyes, acknowledging that I feel safe at his mercy. More than that, I’m turned on by it. There’s something about having a big, strong man at my back that excites me—so much so that it’s not long before our new position has me on the brink of another orgasm.
“Don’t stop! Oh—baby,” I moan. Twisting my face so that my mouth is covered, I free a muted cry into the blanket as my climax rushes through me.
Seconds later, Michael stills, his fingers squeezing my wrists even tighter. A guttural groan resounds in the rafters of my loft as he twitches with his release, filling the condom. When we both start to come down from our heightened state of passion, he frees my arms and folds his body over mine, grazing his lips along my shoulder. The weight of his bulk is better than my most vivid dreams, and I sigh, feeling sated and happy.
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��No sé de dónde saliste, angel—pero eres mía. Dios, tienes que ser mía,” he mumbles against my skin.
“Wh—what? What does that mean?” I stammer, my mind a muddled mess.
It’s hard to concentrate with him on top of me, his heavy legs tangled with mine, and the hair of his chest tickling my back.
Burying his face in my neck, his hot breath fans across my skin and his voice rumbles in a low, sexy tone as he tells me, “That was amazing. Mierda, I don’t want to let you go.”
I don’t say anything in return. I’m not entirely convinced that he’s translated what he said—but that’s not what keeps me silent. It’s knowing that, one day, he might actually let me go that weighs heavily on my heart. After all, I am the other woman. Yet, as stupid and naïve as it may be, I want so much more with him. It’s true that we’ve barely scratched the surface with each other, but already I’m sure that my life will never be the same because of him. I thought he was pretty spectacular before he made me come twice in one round. Now?
Now, I can hardly believe that I spent two years with a man who didn’t make me feel a fraction of what Michael is capable of making me feel in two hours. Now, I wonder how I lived this long without him. Now, I wonder if I’m crazy for the rate at which I’m falling for this man.
Most of all, I don’t want him to let me go, either.
He kisses the side of my neck before he hoists himself off of me, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. My heart jump starts into a gallop, and I flip around to face him in a panic.
“You’re leaving?” My voice comes out with a tremble that surprises even me, and he’s quick to twist around to face me. At first, his brow is creased in a worried frown, but then I watch as his expressions softens at the sight of me.
“No. Not yet,” he assures me, giving my hip a squeeze. “I just wanted to get out of this condom.”