by Marie Harte
“What do you want to do?” The throaty question took him for a loop.
What didn’t he want to do? He had no plans for the evening. No visitors, no agenda. And he’d been hard and aching for her for a fucking week.
“I want a lot.”
“Tell me,” she insisted, and he saw her desire. She liked the dirty talk, as much as he did.
“I want to suck that clit until you come. I want to eat you out and then fuck you. I want to come inside you, to watch myself spill out of you when we’re done. And then I want to fuck you again.” He paused. “But I’ll have to settle for a condom.” Until we know each other better. “And some creative ways to make you scream.”
Her hands clenched on his waist, her grip tight.
He stroked her sides, over her hips. “I know last week was supposed to be a one-time thing, but maybe we could shoot for a few more rounds. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I—”
She grabbed his head and kissed him before he could finish. Apparently her way of saying yes, which he didn’t mind at all.
When they finally parted, they were both breathing heavy. He tore off his shirt at the same time she tossed hers over her head. Her sandals and jeans came next. Then his jeans. They stared at one another, her lacy bra and matching panties so fucking sexy he couldn’t contain a groan.
“You’re big.” She licked her lips and stared at his cock, even now leaving a wet spot on his boxer briefs.
“So are you.” He moved closer and placed his hands on her breasts. “Your tits are big. And those nipples are so tight and sexy. I want to suck them, Shelby. Into my mouth while I fuck you.”
She groaned and pushed against him. “I don’t know why, but you really turn me on.”
He gave a pained laugh. “Thanks.”
She blushed. “I mean, I know why.”
She gasped when he tweaked a nipple then continued rubbing the stiff point against his palm. The silk of her bra might not have been there for all that he could feel.
“You just…” She moaned. “I can’t help myself around you.”
“Good,” he growled. “Because you’ve turned me into a walking hard-on.”
She watched him watching her. His touch grew more frantic, the need to suckle her flesh all-consuming. He reached behind her, his gaze on hers while he moved with deliberation.
She bit her lower lip, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her while he removed her bra. It dropped to the ground as his tongue stroked hers. She stepped closer, and her tits rubbed his chest.
He needed to fuck her in the worst way. And the damn condoms were on the other side of the bed in the night stand. Shit.
Shane reached between them, more than eager to feel those breasts in his hands. Two handfuls, and he had large palms. She sighed into his mouth while he massaged her and pulled on her nipples. Her squirming did the most incredible things to his cock. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard in his life. Each gyration of her hips pressed against his erection. The rhythm she picked up nearly had him coming in his underwear, and he hadn’t gone down on her yet.
Shane pulled away and found it hard to breathe. More, he found it hard to concentrate when he glanced down and saw Shelby in nothing but pink lace panties. “Christ. Shelby, I, uh…”
He started when her hand grazed his abdomen. Then her fingers toyed with the waistband of his boxer briefs. Those skilled little fingers continued to trail under his clothing to the hard heat of him.
“Oh fuck. Be gentle.”
“Afraid, big guy?” she asked with a husky laugh.
“Of coming in two seconds, yeah.” He groaned when she trailed a finger up and down his length. “You’re so sexy. God, I need to get inside you in the worst way.” And that should have led to a discussion he wanted to have about protection. But then she pushed down his underwear and grabbed his ass, pulling him against her belly.
“You are so big and wet. I like that,” she teased and licked his nipple.
He jerked against her, ready to come.
“Wait, wait.” He had a hard time breathing. The ache at the base of his spine, the tension in his balls, his rock-hard dick… He needed relief. And if she kept that up, he’d get it all too soon. “I just…wanted you to know…” He groaned. “I haven’t been with anyone but you in a…while.”
She paused, her hand now around his cock, and looked up at him. “How long?”
“Eight months.” He should have lied, because now he looked desperate and horny. Maybe she’d give him a pity fuck, at least.
“Six for me,” she said shyly.
He wanted the full story, but not now. Not when he wanted her like crazy.
“I’m clean,” he rasped. “I’ll wear the rubber, okay? But I’m clean.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She let his dick go and cupped his sac, and Shane lost it.
He tossed her back on the bed. She landed with a squeal while he took of his underwear and then joined her. “These have to go, sexy as they are.” He removed her wet panties and spread her thighs wide. The glistening dew of desire didn’t lie. Shelby wanted him, almost as much as he wanted her.
Without thinking anymore, he scooted between her thighs, placed his mouth over her, and indulged. She cried out his name and grabbed his hair, but he couldn’t stop. He had to absorb the essence of this incredible woman and know her, in the truest sense of the word.
It didn’t take much before she cried out and came all over his tongue. He sucked her clit and ate her up, excited that he’d brought her to climax and needing to feel her around him. But he had to reach over her for the condom.
He hurried from between her legs and leaned over her for the dresser drawer. But the shifty woman scuttled under him when he crawled toward the dresser. “God. Wait. Don’t move—shit.” Shane groaned when she took him in her mouth, fully under him and laving his cockhead with her tongue.
The heat and suction of her mouth made him lose his concentration. And then he was pumping, and she was sucking, her clever hands scratching his inner thighs, cupping his balls, and running around his ass to tease his crack with her nails. “Fuck. I’m there, baby. Gonna fill up that fucking mouth. Oh yeah.”
He couldn’t stop. And she wouldn’t let him. Her fingers came in contact with the rim of his asshole just as she shoved her tongue into his slit, lapping up his seed. Shane held himself up on trembling elbows as he groaned and poured into her mouth.
He washed her mouth and throat with plenty of happy little guys wishing for nothing more than a shot at her hot pussy again. Holy hell, but he couldn’t stop jerking, loving that fact that she swallowed.
After sucking him dry, she moved away.
He fell to the bed beside her, breathing hard. “Jesus, Shelby. I think you killed me.” He rolled to his side and blinked at her, pleased to see her smiling.
“You did the same to me.” She ran a finger over his chest and traced the line of muscle.
His gaze trailed from her sleepy eyes to her pouting lips and lower, to her pretty, pretty breasts. “I need to fuck those tits.”
She froze, and he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud.
“What else to you want to do?” she asked as she stroked him again.
“You really want to know?” Because he was going to lay it out on the line for her. “I want to do all the things to you I fantasize about. The things I was too afraid or vanilla to do before.” He hated that fucking word.
She frowned. “You mean last week?”
“I mean in my last relationship.” Hearing himself say it out loud, he groaned. “Man, you tied not only my dick in a knot, Shelby, but my brain too. Sorry to bring up the past.”
She shrugged. “Hey, I’m fine with it. My ex tossed me over for a hot blond that would do all the things I apparently was too vanilla to do with him.” She blinked up at him. “I want in.”
“In?”
“In. We start this new sexual relationship. No feelings or dating stuff. Just hot sex a
ny way we want it.”
Shane rose up one elbow. “So we get together to have sex, but I can’t call you. You can’t move in or nag me to clean up after myself.”
They looked around his spotless bedroom and shared a glance.
“Okay,” he relented with a grin, excited about this potential future. “So you wouldn’t have anything to nag about.”
“I don’t nag.” She frowned. “Or at least, I didn’t think asking someone to let me know not to make dinner when he planned to eat out was nagging.”
“It’s not. It’s called consideration for someone else’s feelings.” He commiserated, having been in that same spot once or twice himself. “And it’s not wrong to expect each of us to remain faithful to each other while we do this.” Whatever this turned out to be.
“Not at all. I’m big on fidelity.”
“Me too.”
They stared at one another. Shane felt relaxed and pleasantly aroused again.
“So.” Shelby cleared her throat. “Maybe some games? Kinky stuff.”
He nodded, stiffening as his fantasies intruded. “Role play?”
“Yeah.” She reached between them and stroked his cock. “I’ll get a physical next week. And I’m on birth control already. You know, just in case I ever needed it. Though I haven’t until you.”
The thought of fucking her with nothing between them gave his libido the equivalent of a B12 shot.
She held his stiff rod between her hands. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
He moaned. “I do. I’ll get a physical set up right away. Like, tomorrow,” he said, not caring what day it was.
She laughed. “Good.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Then you can come inside me and watch it trickle out of my pussy. No condom, just that big cock stroking into my cunt.”
He shivered. “I love when you talk dirty.”
“Mmm.”
He reached over her and opened the nightstand drawer. After taking out a condom, he handed it to her. “How about we try this? I give you orders, you do what I say.”
Her eyes narrowed and her breath hitched. “Okay.”
Seemed like his Amazon liked the thought of not being in charge. Oh man, were they going to have fun with that. He rolled onto his back and scooted to the middle of the bed. He watched her rip open the packet and straddle him, her breasts so full, her nipples so erect he wondered how long he could hold off without fucking those large mounds. Maybe next time. He wanted to come inside her pussy.
Shelby held him by the root and rolled the condom over his tip. She watched his eyes as she smoothed the rubber over him, and he was glad of his size, hoping to impress her. Women might worry about their breasts and weight, but men definitely worried about dick size.
“How’s that?” She held him firm with one hand while she massaged his balls with the other.
“Good. Now quit playing and hop on. Good girl.” He helped her sit over him and forced himself not to thrust up when she gloved him with moist warmth. “I love your cunt,” he said bluntly, wanting to shock and arouse her. “That thin strip of hair over your pussy is pretty. But nothing is as tasty as the cream between your legs.”
She moaned and moved. Up and down, she rocked over him while she planted her hands on either side of his shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s good, baby. Let me watch those tits bounce while you ride me.” She had a killer body. So firm yet curvy. Soft and hard. And he wanted to suck her again.
“Come here.” He stilled her movements and sat up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did without question, and he loved her response.
“Now put your tit in my mouth. All of the nipple. That’s it.” He opened his mouth and waited, enthralled with the way she guided herself between his lips.
He sucked the hard bud while she pressed his head to her. Shelby definitely liked her tits sucked, and a breast man like Shane was perfect for the job. He played with her while he ground her over him. The close contact rubbed her wet clit against his pelvis and made her wetter for him.
He wished to God he didn’t need the condom, but he respected her limits and wanted to go the extra mile for safety at least. Going down on her hadn’t been exactly smart earlier, but man, it had been worth it.
Her excitement bled through to him, and their motion became frenzied. In this close position, he couldn’t slam into her, and the challenge of getting as deep as he wanted enhanced their pleasure. Shane let go of her breast and kissed her lips, aching to come again. But not until she did first.
When her pussy clamped hard against him and she moaned into his mouth, he let himself go. Shoving her back to the bed, he pounded into the wet suction of her pussy and found his orgasm moments later.
Sweating, panting, and pleasantly exhausted, they curled up together, somehow ending up with her head on his chest. Mesmerized didn’t begin to describe his feelings. And like that, he tensed. Sexual fling, my ass. You like her. You want to date her. To get to know her. He could almost hear Mac’s disappointment, could almost feel himself redoing his time with Lisa once more. Why the hell couldn’t he have meaningless sex with a beautiful woman without wanting it to be so much more?
She must have felt his tension, because Shelby stirred. She smiled down at him, looking not at all uneasy. “I’d love to stay, but I need to get home. I’m sweaty and probably sticky.”
He glanced down at the condom now covering his flagging erection. “Yeah. I need to clean up too.”
As one they rose and took care of their respective messes. It felt a little awkward, but nowhere near as uncomfortable as he might have imagined. Shelby seemed happy with their arrangement, and as he escorted her to the stairwell, he started to think that maybe this would work. That they could have a sexual relationship devoid of hurt feelings and emotional minefields.
“Um, there’s one thing.” Shelby stopped him. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but we have to keep this quiet.”
“Oh?”
She let out a frustrated breath. “It’s my mother. It’s complicated, but she, Ron—my surrogate dad, you could say, and my best friend are always all over me to get back into dating. They don’t care that I’m happy now, they just want to see me with some guy. And if they know about you, they’ll be all over you about marriage and kids.” At his stunned look, she nodded. “Seriously. My mother runs astrological charts on men she thinks I should date. She needs to be committed. I love her, but it’s hell having a quiet, normal social life around her.”
He liked the fact that she loved her crazy mother. Shane loved his family too. “So you won’t feel bad when I tell you I agree, wholeheartedly. My mother is nuts about the idea of grandkids. Hell, you met her.”
“Oh yeah.” Shelby’s smile grew.
“And my buddy, Mac? He’s totally into women being…let’s just say Mac is a great guy, but I don’t want his input on this relationship between us, or whatever you want to call it,” he hurried to add, not wanting to scare her away. First the sex, now this? Was this woman real? Sex without strings. And she wanted to keep it quiet.
“And let’s not forget George.”
He groaned. “You see my problems? After my last big break up, they all think I’m scarred for life.”
She laughed. “Like you can’t manage on your own. You need everyone else’s help to have fun.”
He nodded. “You totally get where I’m coming from.”
“Do I ever. Trust me, if you ever run into Mimi Vanzant, of Vanzant Interiors, you’ll know exactly what I mean.”
“You already met George and Lorraine.”
She laughed with him. “Yeah. It’s not that I don’t want help, it’s that I don’t need it, and no one seems to understand that. I just want to live my life, alone or with someone, on my terms. Not to show my friend that I’m healed over my jerk of an ex, or to give my mom grandkids.”
“Exactly.”
The moment seemed to linger, the satisfaction of clear understanding and em
pathy for similar situations a bond between them. Shane felt another push, a need to turn their simple relationship into something deeper. He shrugged it away and started with her down the stairs once more.
All finally seemed right with his world. And then the doorbell rang.
He and Shelby froze.
“Why don’t you go—”
“I’ll wait upstairs,” she whispered and darted back up into his bedroom. He heard the door quietly latch and continued toward the front door.
Who the hell would come visiting at… A glance at the clock on the mantle showed the hour had reached nine. Man, he’d been making love to—having sex with—Shelby for hours. And it wasn’t nearly enough.
He threw open the front door with a disgruntled curse and stared at retired Colonel Chad Collins.
“What took you so long?” his father asked and stomped past him into the living room.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” His father rarely visited even though he and his mother lived a mile down the road. It wasn’t for lack of affection, but Shane was usually busy rushing somewhere between his job and the gym, and family get-togethers took place at his parents’ home.
“Your mother sent me to find your errant brother. He didn’t come to dinner and he’s not answering his cell phone, though he did text that he’ll be home on time. Some girl showed up at the house looking for him an hour ago. What’s up?”
“I have no idea.” Why did his father think it was Shane’s place to keep tabs on his younger brother?
“Hmm.” Chad gave him the stare that had broken many men down in interrogation chambers. It looked odd coming from a face that might just be his own in another twenty-five years. “Did you see him at all today?”
“Dad, I’m busy.”
“Doing what?” Chad looked around him with suspicion.
Shane read him easily. “I was relaxing.” Oh man, was I ever. “He’s not here, Dad. He showed up around six, ate my food, begged a beer, which I didn’t give him.”
Chad chuckled.
“Then he said he had a date with Gina and took off. I think they went to a movie.”
His father nodded. “Ah well. Then that explains it. The girl who showed up said her name was Amber. And she didn’t seem pleased not to find the boy home. If you hear from him before I do, tell him to call me. I won’t worry unless he misses curfew.”