by Ancelli
If Only We Knew
By
Ancelli
Copyright Ancelli 2012
All Rights Reserved
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. This is an explicit and erotic novel intended for the enjoyment of adult readers only.
Chapter One
Matt Johnston and Shannon Jones stumbled into his hotel room after coming from his bachelor party. She had been given the task to take him to his room without incident. When Matt had called her earlier that evening to come and join them, he’d wanted her there to make sure he didn’t do anything foolish with the strippers. She didn’t expect to start taking shots, and ending up getting drunk with the guys. Now here she was plastered in his room. He had her pinned against the wall, kissing her with his talented lips, telling her all the naughty things he wanted to do to her. His kisses, his touches were all taking her breath away. I need to stop him, but damn, he feels so good. A slight shift—well, not so slight—and she could feel his bulge through his pants.
Matt pulled back. “Shannon, I know we’re drunk,” he said, leaning in. “But I want you.” He licked her bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you all night.” He whispered in her ear, slowly moving his lips to her neck to start kissing and sucking. He gently gripped her hair and gazed into her eyes. “Do you want me to stop? Say it now.”
I should tell him to stop. Tell him to stop!
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, leaning forward and attempting to nibble on his lower lip. He smiled and devoured her mouth, sucking on her tongue, tasting of cinnamon and tequila.
She leaned away to catch her breath and gazed into his green eyes filled with desire. Her hands moved down to the hem of her tank top and she seductively took it off. He didn’t look away. She bent over stripping off her jeans. He just stood there staring at her. She could see the lust in his eyes. “You like what you see?” she asked, smiling.
He smiled back and licked his lips. “I like…I like a lot…mucho.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, and Shannon moved closer, helping him take off his pants. She unzipped it, making sure she touched his skin. He grabbed her hands, kissing her. He bent over to take his pants off and threw them on the floor. Giving her a naughty smile, he took off his boxers. His cock sprang free, and Shannon’s mouth opened in awe. She’d never imagined his body looking this good. His cock was thick and long, with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
He must have noticed her watching because he had a big grin on his face. “Don’t believe the myth. You’ve never been with someone from a different race?” He bent down, picked her up, and gently slammed her against the wall, making the lamp on the side table wobble. His hands moved up her thighs. “Have you?”
“No,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You?”
“I’m about to.” He moved her panties to the side, and teased her clit with his finger. “Mmm, you’re so wet.” He took a hold of his cock and pushed deep into her, inch by delicious inch, pausing for a moment. “Fuck, Shannon, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”
“Oh God, Matt…” She secured her hold around his neck and began moving up and down, grinding on his cock. “Oh yes, Matt. Fuck me.”
He stumbled, and they both laughed. Matt made sure he had her safe in his arms before thrusting into her with no mercy. He unhooked her bra, and began sucking on her breasts, taking each in turn. Her moans got louder. She knew he could feel her pussy wall pulsating, because he asked her. “Are you coming, mami?”
“Oh, yes… I’m coming.” She rotated her hips uncontrollably, squeezing his cock with her pussy. “Matt, fuck me harder…please don’t stop,” she stuttered, barely getting the words out between cries of ecstasy.
Matt kept pounding into her. He slowed down, then hard and fast. Shannon’s legs shook. “Matt….” she yelled. “Oh…papi!” She covered his cock with her juices.
He walked her over to the bed. Tearing her panties, he lay her down in the middle of the mattress and gently thrust into her. “Damn, mami, you’re so fucking tight.” She could tell he knew he’d found her G-spot, because he began to slow down, hitting the right spot. “Oh baby… you feel so fucking good.”
Shannon shook again. The pleasure was so intense she scratched her French tip nails deep into his back. “Yes, papi, deeper,” she said gasping. “I’m coming again.” Her entire body shook.
He paused, stroking her, while she came down from her ecstasy-high, and leaned up. “Turn around.”
She did as he asked, and he pulled her closer, rubbing his cock on her butt. She was dripping wet, waiting for him to take her. He smacked her, then kissed that very spot. “I’ve always loved your ass. It’s better than I imagined.”
“Fuck, Matt, stop teasing…me,” she said, closing her eyes, wanting more.
He laughed, spreading her cheeks and giving her every inch of his manhood, stretching her pussy to the limit, pain and pleasure. She took a deep breath. He pounded her, giving her nice, slow strokes from behind, holding her hips as he drove her over the edge again.
Fuck, I’m coming again. No one has ever made me come more than once. She convulsed, feeling the throbbing of his cock.
The way her pussy felt when she came must have taken him to the edge, because he emptied his seed deep into her wet canal.
“Fuck, Shannon, that was powerful,” he said between gasped, kissing her shoulder blade.
“The best—sex—I’ve—ever had,” she said, trying to catch her breath. Did I say that out loud? “The room is spinning.”
They both got their breathing under control. She rolled over, memorizing him, thinking how good he looked after he’d just given her the best night of passion she’d ever experienced. He gazed into her eyes, moving on top of her, and kissing her lips one more time.
“Your lips are so soft and juicy.”
Without saying another word, they fell asleep wrapped around each other’s.
***
Matt was still buzzed when he woke up later that evening. He got up and staggered to the bathroom, peed, and gargled with the small mouthwash by the sink. He walked back out and watched her sleeping. He knew it was wrong but he had to have her one more time. The damage had already been done. He climbed back into the king-size bed and moved over next to Shannon, gently kissing her soft lips. He couldn’t get enough of those sexy lips. He’d never thought lips could make him so aroused.
Shannon woke up to his kisses, hesitantly at first, but then she gave into him. He pulled back, sitting up, he arranged her legs so they straddled his lap.
She put her legs around him, grinding her folds on his big cock, then locking her ankles behind his butt.
Matt gazed into her eyes, moving hair from her face with his fingers. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He caressed her cheek with his fingers, moving his manhood on her now-wet pussy lips, making her get wetter.
She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, devouring his lips, and then she slightly pulled away and gazed into his eyes.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, combing his silky hair with her fingers, before leaning in for another kiss.
He broke their kiss. “I know.” But I need to have you at least one more time. “I know I asked this earlier, but do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Good, because I don’t think I could’ve stopped.” He nibbled on her neck,
and lifting her up, guiding her onto his aroused manhood.
She gently took in every inch of his cock. “Oh, papi,” she moaned, slowly rotating her hips. “Oh that feels so… so good,” she said as he slowly stroked into her.
He loved the way she sounded when she called him papi. “Tell me, Shannon. Tell me what you want,” he said, gazing into her brown eyes.
“I want you to….” She leaned her head back, taking a deep breath. “Fuck me,” she said, moving up and down, rotating her hips. “Ahora,” she said with her bad accent. Now.
He laughed, grabbing her waist, and thrust into her in long, slow strokes. “Damn, you’re amazing,” he said, nibbling on her neck while she moaned.
“You’re…so fucking…good.” She moved faster, squeezing her inner muscles. “Harder…harder.”
He drew her up, laid her on her back on the bed, and kept thrusting into her as she placed her feet on his chest, giving him deeper access.
“Give me everything you’ve got,” she said, moaning.
“Shannon, fuck. Your pussy feels so good… que rico.” He groaned through his teeth as he thrust into her harder and faster.
She gave as much as she received. “I’m coming!” She moved her feet from his chest and wrapped them around his waist, pushing forward, matching his thrusts.
He lost control and pounded into her with no mercy. “Shan…non,” he said between groans.
Her legs began to shake as she yelled in ecstasy. “Don’t stop, oh God, don’t stop.” She came all over his cock, screaming his name.
The pulsing of her pussy and her yelling his name drove him over to ecstasy. He spilled his seed into her wet pussy again.
“Damn, Shannon.” He laid on her, kissing her neck. That’s when he noticed the love marks on her neck from their first round. “Que rico hueles.” She is going to kill me.
Their breathing was still rapid. She couldn’t stop shaking. That had been the second-best orgasm she’d had in her life, last night’s being the best. “English, please,” she said between breaths. She opened her eyes and saw the scratches on his back. Damn.
“I said you smell good.” He kissed her neck one more time before sleep claimed them once again.
***
Oh God, what have I done?
Matt opened his eyes fully, taking her in. Her chocolate leg lay over his, and her arms hugged his chest. He closed and reopened his eyes, looking into the sleeping face of his friend. Shannon. Her brown hair was a mess, and her short petite frame was hardly covered with the sheets, so he studied her from her round, tight ass to her big breasts. Damn, she’s beautiful. He got aroused. How did this happen? The memories came back to him, and he smiled for a second until he remembered. Fuck, we didn’t use protection. Twice.
***
“Oh shit, what have I done?” Shannon lay there, acting as though she were asleep. She’d woken up before him and taken in his lean, muscular body, his slightly aroused long, thick cock. His black hair was cut short in the back and a bit longer in the front, but right now, it was a complete mess. She remembered staring into his green eyes when they’d commenced having sex and seeing the desire and fire in them. Damn, he’s good.
Matt was a dear friend and colleague. Their friendship had started five years before, the day of their employee orientation at their place of business, a major credit union. Shannon had recently been promoted to the VP of Human Resources, and Matt was the VP at the downtown branch. Since then they’d been friends, watching out for one another. He was her run-to person when she needed anything, but now she wondered if it would ever be the same. A tear escaped the corner of her eye.
Matt leaned up, wiping her tear with his index finger. “Shannon.”
“Yes, Matt?” she whispered, opening her eyes.
He gazed at her. She could see his guilt.
She grabbed the sheets, trying to cover her body, and her guilt. “Matt, you’re getting married in two weeks, and you have scratches on your back,” she said, trying to get up.
“What scratches?”
“The ones on your back.”
“Fuck.” He tried to look over his shoulder. “Well, you have hickeys on your neck.”
“No, I don’t.” She jumped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom to look at her neck in the mirror. “I’m going to kill you, Matt!” she yelled, and walked out of the bathroom in a robe.
He chuckled, putting on his boxers. “You marked me.”
“Matt, nothing that happened between us last night is funny.” She walked over to the chair by the window, and sat as another tear ran down her cheek. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was there to keep you from doing something stupid. I wasn’t supposed to be the one you did something stupid with.”
“We didn’t set out for this to happen, Shannon. We were fucking hammered last night. I was drinking before you even showed up.”
“Being drunk isn’t an excuse.” She wrapped her arms around her legs.
“I know.” He whispered
“It never happened,” she said, looking out the window. “No one has to know.”
“I feel like shit right now.” He paused, putting his hands on his face. “I can’t believe I cheated on Karen. She’s fucking pregnant.”
“Thank you for making me feel worse,” she whispered.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel worse, Shannon, but I fucked up. I’ve never cheated on anyone.”
“We both fucked up. You weren’t alone last night. Promise me this won’t change things in your relationship or between us. It was only sex, Matt.” Best sex I’ve ever had. No. No, don’t. Don’t even think about it.
“It wont change anything between you and me, but I have to tell her.”
“Don’t tell her. It didn’t mean anything,” she pleaded, looking over at him. “Why are you going to break her heart over nothing? She makes you happy. I feel like a whore right now.”
He got off the bed and stepped closer to her, leaning down to cup her face with his large hands.
“Don’t ever say that about yourself. I don’t think of you like that. We made a mistake.”
She looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Please don’t tell her. Nothing happened between us. In two weeks, you’re going to get married and be happy.” She looked away. “We will never mention this night again.”
“Okay, Shannon, if that makes you feel better. Nothing ever happened between us in this room.” He moved away, and she got out of the chair.
“Thank you.” She walked to the bathroom.
Chapter Two
Two weeks later
Shannon stood outside, on the balcony of the reception hall, watching all of the guests. She scanned the room. Looking over to the right by the wedding cake, she saw Matt, his father Javier Johnston, his brother Andrew, and his uncle Victor. They all wore black designer tuxes and had two things in common—they were over six feet tall and they all had piercing green eyes, but the one man she couldn’t keep her eyes off of was Matt.
Memories from their night together came back to her, giving her goose bumps. He looked stunning in his tux. His black hair brought out his green eyes, and his olive skin color reminded her of his heritage. She smiled, remembering how she loved it when he spoke Spanish to her. He caught her staring and smiled. She waved and looked away. A few minutes later, she glanced back. He was talking to his new bride. She looks stunning. She always does. Karen’s brunette hair was up with a twist in the back. She wore a long, white dress and white heels, standing almost as tall as him. They make a beautiful couple. I hope she makes him happy.
Shannon’s sister Sherry sashayed toward her with a drink in her hand, attracting the stares of single men from around the room. The jacket of her blue silk pantsuit showed off her cleavage. Blue always made her chocolate skin look radiant. Noticing the attention she drew, she shook out her hair so it settled back into its just-so short bob.
“The ceremony was nice,” Sherry said. “Why weren’t you there?” She
asked, looking in the direction she was looking at. “Yes, those brothers are handsome, aren’t they?”
Shannon turned. “I was running late, so we decided just to come here and wait.” She began to admire the garden, ignoring her sister.
“Are you sure you guys were running late? Or maybe Melvin was giving you some of that good loving?” Her sister laughed, taking a sip of her drink.
“I heard my name.” Melvin Williams walked toward the balcony with two champagne flutes in his hands. Melvin, an attractive African American, standing at five feet ten inches, was Shannon’s date.
“I was asking my sister why did you guys miss the ceremony? But she gave me some lame excuse.” She winked at Shannon. “Well, see you two love-birds later. I’m going to find my date and get my groove on,” she said, leaving the balcony.
“Melvin, my sister is just being nosy.” She took the champagne from his hand and started drinking. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He put his arm around her waist. “When you’re done drinking, can I have a dance?” He kissed her cheek.
“Yes, you may.” She set her glass down on the table and took his, setting it down too. She grasped his hand and walked into the hall toward the dance floor.
***
Matt couldn’t stop staring as Shannon walked out to the dance floor. She reminded him of an African princess. Her milk-chocolate skin glowed. Her dress was long, sexy, and backless, hugging her body in all the right places, showing off her petite frame. Her relaxed hair was down to her shoulders in waves. Stop staring. He still couldn’t believe the way her body had responded to his that night.
He turned feeling guilty when Karen tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the door. “Your mother is here.”