Mr. Right-Now

by Paige Tyler

  She smiled, eyeing the fork. “It does, huh?”

  He pushed the fork a little closer, trying to tempt her. “It does.”

  Laughing, Kate leaned forward to close her full, pouty lips over the fork. Just as she did, syrup dripped off the pancake to land squarely on her rosy red nipple. Dawson didn’t know which image was more provocative and quickly decided it was a tossup.

  “Ooops,” she said.

  She gave him an embarrassed look and reached for a napkin, but he stopped her.

  “I’ll get it.” He gave her a grin. “I’m the one who made the mess after all.”

  Setting the half-finished plate of pancakes on the bedside table, he shifted on the bed until he was above her, then bent and slowly swirled his tongue round and round her nipple until he got every last little bit of syrup. When he was done, he drew the stiff peak into his mouth and suckled on it. Kate whimpered and buried her fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he made love to first one beautiful breast, then the other.

  Giving her nipple one last flick with his tongue, Dawson lifted his head to give her a grin. “I was right. Syrup does taste much better when it’s on something.”

  Kate laughed. “Even my nipples?”

  “Especially those,” he said, bending his head to kiss his way down her taut tummy.

  “I don’t think you got any syrup down there, Dawson,” she teased.

  He paused mid-kiss to look up at her. “You sure about that? Your pussy is very sweet.”

  Her eyes went a little wide at that and she blushed.

  The corner of his mouth curving into a smile, Dawson picked up the bowl of fruit in her lap and set it on the bedside table before going back to what he’d been doing. The muscles of her stomach flexed in response to his kisses as he moved lower. Even though the scent of her arousal drew him like a drug, he couldn’t resist pausing to dip his tongue in the hollow of her bellybutton. Above him, he heard Kate catch her breath and he swirled his tongue around the opening once more before trailing kisses down her tummy to the juncture of her thighs.

  Kate spread her legs invitingly and he gently parted her perfect pink lips with his fingers so he could run his tongue along her slick folds. Her juices weren’t just sweet, they were intoxicating, and he groaned in appreciation. The urge to bury his face between her legs and devour her pussy was so strong it was all he could do to hold himself back. When he went down on a woman, however, he liked to take his time making her come.

  With that in mind, Dawson teased her folds with his mouth before dipping his head to plunge his tongue into her wetness. Kate moaned and lifted her hips off the bed, her hands grasping his head.

  “Mmm,” she breathed.

  He pushed his tongue in a little deeper, then leisurely ran it up her folds until he came to her plump, little clit. He closed his lips over the nub, suckling on it gently before slowly swirling his tongue round and round.

  Kate’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Oh yeah. Right there.”

  As he lapped at her clit, Dawson slid his hands around to cup her ass cheeks, holding them firmly. She rotated her hips in time with his movements, grinding against him while he licked her over and over. He could do this all morning.

  “Oh God, don’t stop,” Kate moaned. “You’re going to make me come.”

  His mouth quirked. Apparently, it wasn’t going to take all morning. Kate was like a firecracker with a very short fuse. All he had to do was light it and watch her go off.

  Dawson tightened his grip on her ass and moved his tongue faster, licking her more firmly as he focused directly on her clit. Kate writhed beneath him, her hips undulating wildly, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she came.

  He continued to lick her clit until he was sure he had coaxed every ounce of orgasm out of her, then he licked her some more. Only when she moaned and tugged gently at his hair, did he stop.

  Giving her clit one more gentle flick with his tongue, he lifted his head to see her gazing down at him sleepily, her pretty green eyes half closed, full lips parted. He thought it just might be the sexiest sight he’d ever seen.

  Pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, Dawson leaned back and stripped off his pajama bottoms, then reached for a condom packet on the nightstand. He quickly sheathed his cock, then took Kate’s hand and gently tugged her onto his lap. She instinctively seemed to know what he was looking for because she straddled his legs and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft and wrapped her legs around his back.

  Kate was tight and wet and ready for him, and Dawson let out a low, throaty groan of appreciation as her heat enveloped his cock. He’d never been with a woman who had a more perfect pussy.

  She sighed and lifted her arms to drape them around his shoulders. He wrapped his own around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She arched against him and pulled him close as she began to slowly ride up and down on him. The sitting position he was in allowed his cock to go as deep as possible and each time she moved, she rotated her hips so that her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft. The sensation, along with her husky, little moans of pleasure, had him dangerously close to the edge and he had to focus all his efforts not to explode right then.

  It didn’t help that Kate had started riding him faster. Dawson slid his hands down her back to cup her ass cheeks. But instead of slowing her down like he’d meant to do, he found himself urging her to move even faster.

  She obeyed, bouncing up and down on him wildly. There was no holding back now even if he wanted to and the moment he heard Kate cry out that she was coming, it was like the dam holding his orgasm at bay burst. Dawson buried his face in the curve of her neck and let out a hoarse groan of release as he climaxed.

  Dawson could have stayed like that all day, his arms wrapped around Kate, his cock nestled deep in her pussy, but to his dismay, she stirred a few minutes later and pulled back in his arms, her eyes wide.

  “Oh no! We’re supposed to meet everyone out on the lawn at noon to play croquet.”

  He groaned. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. “What time is it?”

  “Ten ’til.”

  “Then that gives us ten minutes to get down there.”

  She looked at him as if he were insane. “I can’t get showered and dressed in ten minutes.”

  He shrugged. “So we’ll be a little late.”

  “Try a lot late.” She climbed off him and hopped off the bed. “And because we’re both going to be late, everyone will know we’ve spent the night together.”

  Dawson frowned as he watched her grab her dress off the floor. “Is that a problem?”

  She gave him an exasperated look as she slipped into the dress. “Yes! I mean, no! I mean…”

  He got up and walked across the room to put his arms around her. “Look, just relax, okay? If you’d rather everyone not to know we’re sleeping together, I’ll get dressed and go downstairs ahead of you.”

  Kate blinked up at him, her green eyes wide as if she was stunned by the suggestion. “No, of course not. Don’t be silly. I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you.”

  His mouth twitched. “I’m glad to hear it. Then go get changed and I’ll meet you at your room in fifteen minutes.”

  She went up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. “Make it twenty.”

  Dawson chuckled as she slipped her feet into her shoes, then grabbed her bra and panties off the floor and shoved them into her purse. Knowing she was naked underneath that sexy little dress had his cock hardening all over again and it was all he could do not to say the hell with croquet and take her back to bed. But it was his best friend’s wedding. Besides, he and Kate had the whole weekend to make love.

  Smiling at him over her shoulder, Kate picked up the half-eaten bowl of fruit from the bedside table and darted out the door.

  Seeing Kate make off with the bowl of fruit reminded Dawson he hadn’t finished his pancakes, so he quickly wolfed down the rest of them, then went into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.
As he stepped under the spray a few minutes later, he thought of how much more fun the mundane activity would be if Kate was there with him. Then again, maybe it was better she went to her own room to get ready because if she stayed to shower with him, they’d never make it downstairs.

  Pushing the images of all the x-rated things he and Kate could be doing from his mind, Dawson ignored his hard-on and finished showering. When he was done, he quickly toweled off, then pulled on jeans and a T-shirt before heading to Kate’s room.

  When she didn’t answer his knock right away, Dawson thought she might still be in the shower, but a moment later the door swung open. Kate had changed into a tank top and a short, flirty skirt that showed off her long legs, and he let his gaze linger on them appreciatively.

  “You’re early!” she said.

  His mouth quirked. “Only a few minutes. You look great.”

  She lazily looked him up and down. “You look pretty good yourself.”

  “Ready to go?”

  “Almost. I just have to finish my makeup. I’ll be right back.”

  “Take your time,” he said, but she was already hurrying into the bathroom.

  Kate left the door ajar and as Dawson wandered across the room to stand by the fireplace, he caught a glimpse of her through the opening. As he watched, she leaned closer to the mirror to put on her lip gloss. He’d seen other women apply makeup, of course, but there was something unbelievably erotic about the way she ran the glossy pink applicator over her lips and he found himself fantasizing about having that shiny mouth wrapped around his cock. He stifled a groan as he felt his jeans tighten in the crotch.

  Turning away from the bathroom, he walked over to the door leading out to the balcony and gazed out at the harbor. While he’d lived in the Seattle area his whole life, he’d never been to San Juan Island, but he had to admit it was beautiful. He’d heard there were some great places to kayak. He wondered if Kate liked to kayak. He’d have to remember to ask her.

  When she walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later and announced she was ready to go, however, kayaking was the last thing on Dawson’s mind. All he could think about was making love to Kate again.

  Telling himself they’d better get out of there before he succumbed to the urge, Dawson gave Kate a smile and walked across the room to open the door for her.

  When he and Kate walked out onto the back lawn a few minutes later, the croquet game was already in full swing. At their approach, Rachel and the other girls smiled broadly, as if they knew exactly why they were late.

  “And where have you two been?” the bride asked, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

  Color rushed to Kate’s cheeks. “I…um…we were…”

  “It was my fault,” Dawson said when her voice trailed off. “I thought we were supposed to meet you on the front lawn of the hotel. Kate wanted to ask one of the staff where you were, but I insisted we were in the right place. Turns out I was wrong and she was right. You know guys. Never can ask for directions.”

  As everyone laughed, he glanced at Kate to see her looking at him gratefully.

  Rachel exchanged what he was sure was a knowing look with the other girls. “Uh-huh,” she said. “Well, you figured it out just in time because it’s your turn. Go grab some mallets and stop holding all of us up.”

  Dawson would have gotten one for Kate, but when he started to head over to where the mallets were, she fell into step beside him.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she said softly.

  He grinned. “Sure, I did.”

  She smiled. “Well, I’m not sure if they believed you, but thank you anyway.”

  “You’re welcome.” He picked up one of the mallets and handed it to her. “Come on, let’s go show ’em how the game is played.”

  Kate laughed. “I would if I knew how. I’ve never played croquet before, remember?” She hefted the mallet. “Looks dangerous.”

  He grabbed a mallet for himself, then gave her a wink. “Any implement can be dangerous if you don’t know how to use it.”

  She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I take it that means you’re an expert at using your implement then?”

  His mouth quirked. “I think you already know the answer to that one.”

  Taking her hand, he started over to where their friends were waiting. Someone had already placed a colorful croquet ball at the starting pole for them and he led Kate over to it.

  She gazed down at the big colored ball and the pole planted in the ground for a moment, then gave him a curious look. “So, I just whack the ball with the big wooden hammer?”

  He chuckled, watching as she leaned over the ball like a golfer would. “Something like that, but your form is a little off. Here, let me show you.”

  Dawson supposed he could have just demonstrated the proper form using his own mallet, but it was much more fun to wrap his arms around her from behind and guide her through the motion. He took his time showing her how to swing the mallet back and forth between her legs, not because he thought she wouldn’t catch on, but because it made her sweetly curved ass rub against his groin.

  Off to the side, Rachel eyed them with amusement. “This looks like it’s going to take a little while,” she said to the rest of the wedding party. “Maybe we should just play through and let them catch up later.”

  “That okay,” Dawson heard John say. “We can wait.”

  “No, we can’t,” Kristen told her husband. She grabbed his arm and urged him in the direction of his own colored ball. “They’ll catch up in a bit.”

  A few moments later, Dawson found himself alone with Kate, or as alone with her as he could with the other couples all within earshot. He couldn’t help but notice everyone seemed to be looking at them out of the corners of their eyes.

  Kate turned her head to smile at him. “Guess they must think I’m a slow learner.”

  His mouth edged up. “We’ll soon fix that.”

  As he spoke, Dawson reached his arms around Kate again and guided her through the swinging motions a few more times. God, he liked the feel of her ass rubbing against his cock as she leaned over. And the way her silky hair brushed his cheek as she moved wasn’t half bad, either. Focusing on the fundamentals of croquet was going to take a lot more concentration than he’d originally thought.

  “Now, for the first part,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “The objective is simply to use your mallet to whack the pole so that the ball rolls through the first wire hoop over there.”

  She half turned her head to give him a flirtatious look. “Are you sure it’s okay to go right for the pole like that? Shouldn’t I start off with the balls…I mean ball…and work my way up to the pole?”

  Dawson couldn’t help but notice she was doing a whole lot of unnecessary wiggling with her ass as she spoke. Not that he or his cock minded. In fact, if she kept doing it, he wasn’t going to need a croquet mallet to play the game.

  “We are talking about croquet, right?” he asked softly.

  “Of course.” She blinked at him with innocent green eyes. “What else would we be talking about?”

  He felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth. “I just wanted to be sure. To answer your question, yes, you always start off by giving the pole a good firm whack.”

  Kate shrugged. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

  She took a tentative swing at the start pole and missed.

  “Hold on a second,” she said, turning her head to look at him again. “I don’t think I’m doing this correctly. It doesn’t feel right.”

  Dawson stifled a groan as she pushed her ass more firmly into his crotch. “Feels like you’re doing it right to me.”

  “I don’t think so,” she insisted. “I mean, what kind of grip should I use on the shaft of my mallet? Should it be firm or loose?”

  Inside his jeans, his cock was hardening to new and painful proportions. He couldn’t help but wonder if she knew the effect her words were having on him. “I’ve always preferred a
rather firm grip myself.”

  She gazed down at the mallet she was holding as if considering that. “But if I hold it too firmly how will I slide my hand up and down the shaft? I am supposed to move my hand up and down the shaft as I move it between my legs, right?”

  Damn, she was good at this. She acted like she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about with her innuendos, but she was driving him crazy.

  “Oh, you definitely need to slide your hand up and down the shaft,” he said. “But it’s all in the technique. Your grip shouldn’t be too firm or too loose.”

  She sighed and turned her head to look at him. “This is much more complicated than I thought. Maybe you better demonstrate how you handle your own. I wouldn’t want to do it wrong.”

  He lifted a brow. “So you like to watch, huh?”

  Her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a private demonstration later. Right now, we need to concentrate on croquet.”

  She gave him little pout. “But I thought we were concentrating on croquet.”

  “Right.” His mouth quirked. “You know, if we don’t catch up to everyone else soon, they’re going to come see what’s taking us so long. Though I think they’ll figure it out pretty quick when they see the bulge in my jeans.”

  “It is sort of a giveaway, isn’t it?” Kate laughed. “Who knew croquet could be such a turn-on?”

  Not him, that was for damn sure. The last time he played the game was at his grandfather’s birthday party and it definitely wasn’t this much fun. Then again, he didn’t have a sex kitten like Kate flirting with him the whole time, either.

  She tightened her hold on the mallet and gave the pole a stout whack. Her ball rolled halfway toward the first wire hoop, then stopped.

  “Not bad,” he said as she stepped to the side so he could take his turn.

  Dawson didn’t often put aside his competitive nature, but for some reason he found himself striking the pole with his mallet more gently than he normally would. As a result, his croquet ball gently rolled to a stop behind hers.