Chemistry of Attraction

by Thianna D.

  Slowly his eyes slid back up her body to meet hers. The gray was an almost black and his cock tented the front of his slacks. “Strip and then get on your stomach on the bed.” His fingers grasped at the tiny buttons on his shirt and after struggling with the top two, he grasped and just ripped his shirt off. Totally turned on by the display, Dina kicked off her shoes and quickly divested herself of the rest of her garments. As his fingers moved to unbutton his trousers, she hopped onto the bed and lay down, leaning her chin on her forearms.

  The swish of material announced his pants landing somewhere to her left but she didn’t get the chance to find out where because strong, warm hands grasped her ankles and began to move up her legs. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his hands came closer to her rear end. When he pulled his hands off, she whimpered. “Don’t worry,” he said, grabbing a pillow. “I want you in the perfect position for this. Lift up your hips.”

  Quickly catching on, she lifted her hips off the bed and he shoved the pillow underneath, leaving her behind elevated as she relaxed.

  “Now,” he said, his warm hands once again ghosting over her rump, pressing and kneading as he went along. Warmth bloomed in her core and to her amazement, liquid trickled between her legs. “If you want me to stop, say your name.”

  “My name?” she said in confusion.

  “Yes. Sometimes a girl might yell no or stop but not really want the man spanking her to actually stop what he’s doing. If you yell out Dina or Carodine, I’ll know.”

  “Okay.” That sounded strange, but right now, she was willing to go along with anything to once again feel his hand across her ass.

  There was a momentary silence and then one of his hands rested on her lower back and the other lifted. Slap! His hand came down harder than this afternoon, heat sizzling in its wake. Before she even felt the warmth that bloomed from it, he hit her other cheek. Back and forth he went, covering her entire derriere with hard slaps until her entire rear end felt like a light sunburn.

  But she didn’t care. Each smack of his hand lit up something inside of her, something primal, raw, animalistic. Arching her back, she growled softly when his hand slammed right between her cheeks. Each slap produced its own sound, but she barely heard them, her left brain utterly fascinated by the sounds coming out of her own mouth. When his hand came down on that sensitive crease between buttocks and thighs, her logical brain blanked out. What remained was wanton, needy, and craving everything the man at her side could give her.

  “More!” she cried out as he hit her sit spot again. Her entire body felt like a coiled spring and she so wanted to be sprung. All she needed was just a few more. Just a few more. Please, just a few more.

  Brandon had other plans. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and she rushed to obey, not wanting him to stop. “Fuck, you’re so wet, beauty,” he murmured, the fingers of his spanking hand drifting between her legs, stroking along her clit and delving into her core.

  “More,” she whimpered as those wonderfully strong, large fingers began to fuck her, rubbing against something that made her arch more and let out a low keen. So close. She was so close. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over. Damn, he—

  Smack!

  As his hand that had been on her lower back came down right on her rump, the world exploded. Lights burst in front of her eyes even as her cunt spasmed and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her muscles clenched and squeezed, pulling her through the roughest orgasm she had ever felt.

  And it wasn’t over yet.

  As she rode it out, she felt his thumbs at her center, slowing pulling apart each side and then… he pushed in. “Brandon!” she cried out as his cock continued in, filling her up in a way she thought only existed in erotic novels.

  “Yes,” he panted, leaning over her back, his breath tickling her ear. “Yes, beauty.” His hands settled on either side of her shoulders and his strong body pulled out and thrust back in, pressing her forward even as he pulled out and rammed back in.

  Small cries continued to leave her lips as he pounded into her, his hips meeting hers over and over as he fucked her like she had always wanted. So many men were so cautious with sex. Dina hadn’t wanted cautious. She wanted rutting, to be taken, to feel as though she had run a fifty mile race.

  Brandon gave her that and more. Each time his hips slammed against her cheeks already raw from the spanking, it reawakened that burn. The burn sizzled like a firecracker and her entire need burnt higher. As she felt herself building toward another orgasm even though the first had never quite abated, she grasped the bed cover and thrust her hips back to meet his. The sound of skin slamming into skin just drove her higher, and she let out a howl as she met him again and again.

  Need eclipsed everything and she rutted back against him as he slammed into her until the entire room was filled with the wet sound of sex and the ricochet of skin smacking against skin. “Cum with me,” he grunted, raising up and grabbing hold of her hips, speeding up as his hips pummeled hers so fast she was slightly stunned. But the wanton animal inside was delirious.

  “Yes!” she shrieked, throwing her head back as she came, her entire body soaring as Brandon yelled behind her and collapsed on top of her. Her core continued to twitch and spasm for several more minutes as the two of them tried to catch their breath.

  Unfortunately as he pulled out, her left brain woke up again and Dina was horrified. What the hell? How could she act like that?

  She couldn’t even look at him as he turned the light off and came back to the bed.

  “Come on,” he murmured, helping her up and under the covers. “That was amazing, beauty.” Strong arms pulled her against his hard chest and she tried to relax, glad he couldn’t see how horrified she was. What he must think of her!

  Dina had never acted like that before. Ever. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t imagine staying the night and having to face him tomorrow morning. That would be dreadful. Pulling away from him, she sat up and practically jumped out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” he asked. “I used a condom.”

  She paused to stare in his direction, trying to put all the words together in her head. Oh, he thought she was rushing to the bathroom to clean herself out. “I have to go home,” she said in a rush, angry because she could feel tears battling to break free. The best sexual experience of her life and she had to behave like a slut.

  “Why?” he asked, getting out of bed and coming to her side. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” she said with a fake laugh, clamping her lips together as they began to twitch with a sob. “I… just…” A sob broke free and two strong arms jerked her against a hard chest.

  “What happened?” he murmured, pulling her back to the bed and sitting down. He lifted her effortlessly onto his lap and held her, stroking her hair as she cried. “Was I too hard on you?”

  “No,” she said in between hiccups and sobs. “It’s not you. You were perfect. Everything was perfect. Except for me.” Weeping and feeling like an utter fool, she clung to him and cried. She had no idea how long it took before she cried herself out, but she finally realized she was leaning against him limp, unable to move.

  “All right. We need to talk this out,” he said in a firm voice. “I need to know what happened. If I did something wrong, I—” Reaching up, she pressed her fingers to his lips to get him to stop.

  “It wasn’t you,” she said in a voice husky from crying. “That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had, Brandon. I just wish I hadn’t ruined it.” Her shame was so bad, it felt like it shown from every bit of her skin. Animal. She had behaved like a beast.

  Chapter 4

  He was quiet for a moment, his left hand stroking her hair as his right hand rubbed up and down her hip. “I’m confused,” Brandon admitted after a minute. “I agree with you that that was an amazing experience. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to be so free with a woman before. What confuses me is that you thought you ruined something. Tell me
, Dina,” he said, his fingers drifting up from her side to hold on to her chin and lifting her face up to his.

  Even in the dark, she looked utterly pitiful and he wanted to do anything to take away whatever pain she was going through. The entire evening had been amazing and the sex? Holy shit. It had never been that good with anyone before. Ever. His ex had only wanted him to make love, so he had. But there had always been a passion burning within him that he fully expected to never let out. With Dina, her passion had unlocked his and the thirty amazing minutes he was inside of her would be forever etched in his memory. And dear god, he would do anything to feel that again.

  Sniffling, she shook her head. “You had to notice,” she said in a tiny voice.

  “All I noticed was how amazing you were. How amazing we were together,” he admitted.

  “But… I acted like a slut. Like an animal!” she said in a horrified voice and he caught on to the fact she was horrified by the exact same thing that made him happy.

  “Why does that bother you?”

  She blinked at him. “Aren’t you disgusted? And if you aren’t now, you will be by tomorrow. Weird Carodine Minor and her craziness.”

  “Stop,” he said sharply, smacking her ass hard. She cried out and gasped, blinking as she looked at him. “You’re not crazy, you’re not any of the horrible names you’ve been calling yourself. Do you want to know what I saw and felt, Dina? Rapture. Passion in its purest sense. Complete and utter trust and release. You didn’t hold back and neither did I. Do you know how rare that is, beauty? Do you have any idea how long I’ve searched for it, not even believing I’d find it?” Leaning down, he kissed her lips, roughly, bruising them a little in his haste to show her just how he felt. Pulling back, he trailed his lips over her cheek, drifting over her eyelids, only stopping when he reached her hairline. “That was the most amazing, explosive fuck I’ve ever had, Dina. I’ll never be disgusted by what we just did. Want to know why?”

  She snuggled closer to him, which he took as an affirmative. “Humans are all animals at our core. It’s all about finding that other animal who has what we need. We won’t know how long our relationship will last, but damnit, Dina. I’m not ready to end this. Tonight was magical. I want more. More, Dina.” Her shoulders hook and he could tell she was crying, but by the energy in the room it was a different kind of tears. These were of release instead of fear. “I want to smack that beautiful ass of yours and fuck that nice tight pussy. I want to talk to you about all the amazing things there are in this world and to go for hikes and laugh and go out to dinner. Neither of us knows what’s going to happen after summer. Let’s not think about it.”

  He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “If you still want to go home, I’ll take you. If not, let’s cuddle up and rest. But keep this in your head, Carodine Lea Minor. I am not disgusted by you. At this time, in this moment, I can’t even imagine ever being disgusted with you.”

  Her arms wrapped around his chest. “I’m tired,” she said in a tiny voice.

  “Do you want to go home?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Come on.”

  He settled her between the sheets again and lay down next to her, pulling her close. This time, she snuggled up next to him and was actually relaxed. “Sleep, beauty,” he murmured and she let out a soft sigh. Tomorrow would be soon enough to get her to talk about what had scared her. How she could ever be horrified by letting loose who she truly was bothered him, and he wondered if anyone had ever called her names due to her passionate nature. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, wrapping a leg over hers and protecting her with his body as he wasn’t sure what was going on inside of her head.

  But he would find out.

  Finding out didn’t come as early as he hoped. Waking up, his arm automatically reached out to touch her. All he found was sheet. Blinking his eyes open, he yawned as he sat up. “Dina?” No response. Figuring that she was in the bathroom as the sliding door to it was closed, he threw back the sheet and blanket and stood up, stretching and wincing as the familiar ache from his legs hit him. Damnit. It would be one of those days. “Dina, want some coffee?” he called out, reaching down to pick up his clothes from where he’d thrown them the evening before. Just the thought of last night sent a zing of pleasure through him and his cock woke up with a jolt. Eyeing the door again, a slow smile crossed his face. Well, if she was in the shower, he could join her. Get her to let out that little wild animal in an enclosed space and see what happened.

  As he dropped his clothes in the hamper, his eyes automatically scanned his room and he froze. Once again, he looked around. Not one piece of her clothing was on the floor. “Dina?” he called louder but again there was no response. Pushing the sliding door open to the bathroom, all he saw was an empty room. He quickly walked out into the combined kitchen and living room, but again – empty.

  “Fuck,” he growled low in his throat. Dina’s problem was that she thought too much, and when it came to relationships, the girl instantly jumped to the wrong conclusion. “I hope she’s better at jumping to conclusions in science,” he grumbled as he turned to get dressed. If he had to, he would hound her until she talked to him. Even if she chose to walk away then, he would know he had done everything he could. But shit. Even the thought of not spending another passionate night with her was painful. Worse than the damned arthritis.

  As he strode through the great room, something caught his eye and he halted turning toward his front door. A small note was taped to it and he walked over and ripped it off. Opening it up, he read the few words and shook his head. The girl had absolutely no clue how appealing she was. It was both attractive and annoying. How could she not know? Walking toward the doorway of his bedroom, he reread her words.

  Brandon,

  Sorry I had to sneak out early. I never told my grandparents that I planned to stay the night and was worried they might freak out. You looked so relaxed I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Plus, I’ll admit, I’m still unsure of last night.

  So, here’s my thought. If you’re still interested in seeing me, call me and we can talk. If not? I’ll completely understand.

  Dina

  Placing the note on his dresser, he walked by his closet, grabbing his clothes as he made his way back into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower which unfortunately washed off the wonderful scent of her body, he dressed and grabbed his keys. His main worry was about the pain. If his arthritis was causing him problems this early in the morning, it was just going to get worse. Unless he took his intense pain pills, the day could go downhill fast. Nobody would know to look at him, but if he was in the kind of pain that could occur, he would find it difficult to get home.

  On the other hand, if he took the troublesome pills, there was no way he would get behind the wheel of a vehicle. Which meant walking over to the Rolsons. Oh joy. The walk would exacerbate the problem too. Knowing there wasn’t much he could do, he quickly swallowed two of the tiny yellow pills and headed out his front door. Waving to Jim who was mowing his front lawn, he quickly walked toward Dina’s grandparents’ house.

  The air was that wonderful mixture of cool because of where they were and warm from the heat of the sun. As much as he missed Texas, Brandon was quickly becoming used to Colorado. True, when winter hit, he would have to deal with the snow which wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, but right now he thought it would be worth it.

  A few people called out hellos as he walked by their homes and he responded, still not used to the friendliness that abounded here. It seemed like a step away from the real world.

  The Rolsons’ home was one of the larger homes in the development and as he hit the doorbell, he wondered what the whole thing looked like. The door opened and he found himself face-to-face with Jason Rolson, Dina’s grandfather.

  The older man smiled and opened the door. “Good morning, Brandon. Come in. Dina ran down to the corner market to get some eggs, but she should be back very soon. Have a seat.”

 
; “Thank you, sir.” Moving stiffly across the room, Brandon sat in a simple wooden chair. It wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t want to be comfortable. He wanted a chair that would be relatively easy to get up from and hoped this would be it.

  “Rose,” Jason called. “Brandon Delt’s here.”

  His wife stuck her head out of their kitchen and smiled. “Good morning, Brandon.”

  “Morning, ma’am.”

  Jason took a seat in a chair nearby and picked up the Denver paper. “Don’t suppose it matters, but it’s a lifelong habit,” Jason said, opening it up. “Always love to read the morning paper.”

  Chuckling, Brandon nodded. “I know what you mean. For me, waking up means a set of calisthenics.” Which he hadn’t done this morning in his rush to get over here. Damnit.

  “I respect your dedication, son,” Jason observed while reading a part of the paper. “For me, exercise means walking to the dome and back.”

  “Don’t let him fool you,” Rose said, walking into the room with an amused expression on her face. “He keeps his right arm in good swinging condition, too.”

  Jason grinned. “Have to if I’m going to keep up with a bratty wife.” The two looked at one another and Brandon could practically feel the love they had for one another. That was something he definitely hoped to find one of these days.

  The door opened and Dina rushed in, her hair askew from the breeze that was blowing outside and panting slightly which told him she had probably been running. “Gram, I got the eggs you—” As she turned to head into the kitchen, she spotted Brandon and froze for a second. “Oh. Hi.”

  “Good morning,” he said, keeping his face calm while completely amused on the inside. His little beauty looked very discomforted and appeared as though she wanted to bolt.