by Yvette Hines
“Careful now.” Scooping one leg, he brought her leg over his shoulder then kissed the warm supple thigh close to him. He gripped her other hip with his right hand and wrapped his left arm around her raised thigh keeping her in place.
With her legs parted perfectly for him he went in. Pleasing her, pleased him. He thrived on her moans and her cries of passion. Her hips canted, gliding her pussy along his tongue. She was using him to get herself off, take herself to the next level and he loved it.
He slid his hand from her hip to her sex then pressed two fingers inside of her.
Her warm cream coated his fingers as he pumped once, then a second time.
“Donovan!” Her head thumped against the glass as she arched to him.
She was tight and her walls flexed around him. Curling his fingers just so, he licked up her slit until he was flicking just below the hood of her clit.
Jo’el trembled against him. She buried her hands in his hair as she held him in place.
If he wasn’t busy drawing her firm peak into his mouth, he would have told her there was no need to worry that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not before she came along his tongue.
Her response was wild to every nip and tap along the tip. When he held it tight between his lips and increased his speed of play she began to buck erratically in his arms. Her body stilled for a moment, before she was crying out her release. Her pussy liquefied around his tongue and fingers.
Keeping his movements steady, he worked her through the tidal wave of desire until she calmed some in his arms.
Standing, he wasted no time in scooping her up and carrying her to the couch. He stared down into her face and soaked up the beauty of her flushed features. Pride filled his chest knowing that he’d put the color there by giving her ecstasy.
“Your talents are mind-blowing, Donovan.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you haven’t seen the half of it, sweetheart. This is far from over.”
“I hope not.” She lifted her lips to his mouth and kissed him. The two of them shared the combined flavors of him and her.
When the kiss ended, he continued on his path to the couch. He set her down, before grabbing the bag from the door. “How about you take care of this while I get rid of the rest of my clothes?”
“As long as I get to see the show,” she teased.
“You’re going to learn I won’t deprive you of any desire you have.” Stepping back a bit, he took hold of his belt buckle to undo it.
Jo’el never took her gaze away from him as she blindly opened the brown bag then pulled out the box of condoms. When they had left the drug store, their one stop on the way to his place, she had thanked him for thinking of protection. She’d confessed that it had been a while for her and she hadn’t seen a need to renew her birth control prescription.
With his career in the NFL he was a walking target for all the women out for an easy monthly eighteen year paycheck. Since his rookie year when a girlfriend lied to him about being pregnant, he’d wrapped it up. Rule number one, he always bought his own condoms. A couple of his teammates hadn’t been as lucky as he was when they used protection provided by a quick hook-up girl.
Donovan didn’t see Jo’el at all in that light, but out of habit it was how he operated.
“As much as I’m enjoying the slow tease, I wouldn’t mind if you sped it up.” She set the box and bag on the end table then held up a single packet.
“Anything for you.” In seconds he had his shoes, socks, boxer briefs and pants discarded. He moved toward her as her gaze crawled down his body.
“You may want to warn a girl, before you pull all that out on her.”
Cupping his cock, he stood before her. “I could say the same for all you have to offer, sweet beauty.”
Her eyes shied away for a moment. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed that she didn’t take compliments on her looks well. He couldn’t understand why, because she was stunning to him.
Sitting beside her, he took a breath to pace himself. He reached for her, then lifted her into his lap so she was straddling him.
“Whoa. I’m not used to men carrying and lifting me.” She rested her plump, high round ass on his thighs.
“Stop playing with boys, stick with a real man.” He winked at her.
She laughed. “Should you or I do the honors?”
“How about you take it. I want to feel your hands on my cock.” He claimed the packet then ripped it open with his teeth before passing it back to her.
“Such the gentleman.” She leaned in and kissed him briefly then angled back and wrapped one hand around his length.
“Shit.” Her touch was soft as she glided her hand up and down his shaft. “Harder.”
“Like this?” She squeezed, gripping him.
Speechless he groaned. She was robbing him of words. He sank down deeper into the couch allowing her control for the moment.
Lowering her hand, she grazed his sac with her nails causing heat to curl along his spine. When she surrounded the base of his cock then drew her hand up to the crown and gave it hard squeeze, he growled.
“Condom, now!”
Understanding his commanding urgency, she covered his length.
Taking hold of her hips, he brought her over him. As the opening of her sex parted above his head he pushed into her. Her pussy was tight. Tighter than it had even felt around his fingers. He was grateful for her wetness that allowed him to slide through her walls.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as he pulled out then thrust deeper.
“Donovan, you feel so good.”
If he wasn’t so fully concentrating on not hurting her, he would have expressed the same thing to her because she felt damn good. He could easily spend the rest of his life making love to her. That thought put a grip around his heart. This was just a one-time thing. Fuck her and get her out of his system. His life had too many unknowns for him to add anyone else into the picture.
They worked in tandem until he was wedged all the way inside of her. Cupping her breasts, he pinched her nipples and enjoyed the quick intake of her breath. “Ride me.”
“Yes. Yes.” She rose up on her knees, wiggled her hips then powered down on him taking all of him in one glide.
“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart.”
She kept doing it, adding different rotations of her lower body or rocking into him as her ass bounced and smacked against his upper thighs. It went on until he couldn’t take any more without exploding. Reaching between them he pressed his thumb to her clit and circled. He needed her to come with him, rain down around his cock.
Letting out a broken scream, she buried her face along his neck as she quivered in his arms. His release followed hers as he held her tight, her breasts cushioned into his chest, as his dick jerked and twitched in the haven of her warm wet walls.
~YH~
“Oh…oh, oh. Harder, Donovan!” Ten minutes ago when she’d got into the shower to bathe before heading home, she didn’t think she could take one more round of loving. However, when he’d walked into the bathroom as she was toweling off and had given her that passionate look that almost played all the other times they had come together through the night she’d quickly stepped into his arms.
As always it started with a kiss. Before she knew it, she found herself in the position she held now, bent over the sink with his hard, thick cock thrusting into her. She was sore, but desired the big man with a savagery that had been foreign to her before this night. He had entered her gently, attempted to keep his pace slow as they used the sixth and final condom.
Even with her begging and pleading for him to take her harder. He still held back.
“Look at us, beautiful,” he commanded from behind her.
So gone in lust, his words confused her for a moment. When they finally registered, she glanced up and beheld their image in the mirror. Her eyes were bright in her red face, flooded with color from both passion and exertion. Her hair had curled from the steam in the shower and was a wild m
ess around her head. The imposing figure behind her, cupped one of her breasts in his large hand while his other hand gripped her hip.
Those liquid silver eyes of his met and held hers.
“Say it.”
She knew what he wanted, what he’d finally gotten her to say during their third time together. He had kept her on the edge, not allowed her to climax until she’d uttered the naughty words he enjoyed hearing.
Clutching the edge of the counter tighter, she allowed the words to flow from her mouth like butter melting on hot pancakes. “Fuck me, Donovan.”
He paused for a moment and allowed those three words to hang between them. When he pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside her, he kicked her legs wider.
Maintaining her stance, she held on to the granite counter edge ready and prepared.
His hips pistoned forward and he slammed into her, deep, hard and unrelenting, raising her up on her toes.
She cried out, but didn’t asked him to stop. This was it for them. The night was over. When she walked out of his house they would resume their own lives. For now, she would hold onto this moment until the end.
“You are beautiful, Jo’el.” He drove his cock into her. “You got that?”
A part of her wanted to deny his words. Before Donovan, no one had ever looked upon her as if she were the prettiest woman they’d ever seen. Especially growing up around Marcy whose smile and energy captivated a room. However, hearing this all-consuming man say it over and over through the night made her want to believe it. Be it.
“Tell me you understand.”
Moaning, she arched her back, offering herself, taking more never glancing away from his steady gaze. “I…understand. Now fuck me and make me come.”
In a little over twelve hours he had turned her into an insatiable woman that she no longer recognized. No other man had opened up this wild, naughty part of her. They’d taken the little she gave and nothing more.
“Yes.” Reaching down with both of his hands he stroked her sex as he pumped fiercely into her.
His fingers were all over her pussy to the point she couldn’t keep track. They were on her clit, sliding between her folds, stroking her labia. Dizzy and erotically confused she climaxed. Shaking her knees went weak. She would have collapsed in a puddle on the floor but for his firm hold.
With his last thrust, she could feel the heat of his release fill her even as the thin fibers of the condom maintained a shield between them.
She’d never given much thought to children, however, at that moment her core ached with the thought of truly feeling Donovan Clay’s seed fill her. To know the heaviness of carrying his child. That’s when she knew it was time to go. She’d stepped too far out of the box of reality.
His lids were closed now as he enjoyed the remaining shudders of his orgasm. She glanced away, getting herself together and finding the shattered pieces of the wall that had been up around her heart.
Finally, he stepped back, tender in his movements as he pulled out of her. He turned her to face him and kissed her.
She gave all that she had left into the kiss. When they separated she almost sighed wistfully as he caressed her cheek.
“I’ll leave you to your repeat shower. You want breakfast?”
“No, but coffee would be great.”
“How do you take it?” His thumb stroked the underside of her bottom lip.
“Just with cream.”
“You go it.” He disposed of the condom and cleaned himself up before exiting the bathroom.
Moving to the shower, she turned it on again, hotter than before. The fact that Donovan didn’t even know how she liked her coffee was proof that this was just what it was—a momentary escape. Last night there had not been a lot of talking between them. If they weren’t nodding off between sexual sessions, then they were eating sandwiches. It was as if they had mutually agreed to keep things from getting complicated, personal. In a few weeks she may not have a job if she couldn’t clinch the deal with the Thunder and she couldn’t even think about starting a new relationship.
She washed up quickly, using the unscented liquid soap, gently on her delicate area. For days to come, she feel how he’d stretched her, shaped her sex so that it could glove his thick, heavy shaft.
Her sex wasn’t the only sore part of her body, her breasts, nipples and other parts of her body like her hips and ass would bear the evidence of his attention. Donovan was a force in the sheets. He liked to spank, pinch and squeeze in a way that caused just the right amount of pain without going overboard. Before, she would have frowned or denied she enjoyed such rough play in bed, but Donovan had a way of taking her way beyond her own tepid boundaries.
She located an unopened toothbrush under the sink and used it. When she entered the bedroom she felt her heart swell at his considerateness when she saw her clothes laid out on the bed. The last time she saw them they had been scattered on the floor downstairs.
Five minutes later she was dressed and following her nose to the kitchen where the scent of coffee led her. Donovan was leaning against the countered sipping from a mug and dressed in sweatpants, shirtless.
Seeing all those muscles would never get old. It reminded her of the strength and ease in which he could move her from one place to another. “Thanks for getting my clothes.”
“It was no problem. Your phone and keys are by the door. It’s dead though.” He pushed a cup of coffee toward her.
She saw the milky brown color as she picked it up. “That’s okay, I have a charger in my car.” The first sip tasted great. It was just what she needed to fortify herself and put her back on familiar ground. “Do you need me to take you back to get your car?”
“No. I’ll catch a cab later on.”
“That’s going to be expensive.”
A lopsided smile tilted his mouth as he held his mug before him. “I can afford it.”
“Okay.” There wasn’t much more that she needed to say. Taking one more gulp of the warm brew, she set the cup down. “Well, I should be going.”
Donovan set his coffee beside hers then walked with her to the door, he slipped his hand into hers.
His touched felt comfortable, right.
“I enjoyed our time together.” He halted them at the front door.
She picked up her cell and slipped it into her pocket, her keys she kept in hand. “So did I. I needed it.” She shrugged. “The getaway, escape.”
“Me too.” Still holding her hand, he stepped to her and brushed his lips over hers.
When he stepped away and opened the door, she was glad the kiss had been light and brief. If he’d given her another soul rocking one she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to leave him.
At her car, he opened the door for her again. He squeezed her hand and finally let it go. “Drive safe, beautiful Jo’el.”
Balling her hands into fist so she wouldn’t reach for him, she got in behind the wheel. He closed the door as she started it. Not rolling down the window, afraid of what she may say or do if she gave herself access to him, Jo’el simply waved and backed out.
Back to life, back to reality.
Chapter Five
“Marcy, I need your help.”
“Where the hell have you been, Jo’el? I’ve been worried. I even went by your place but you weren’t there. I was going to call the police today because it had been twenty-four hours.”
Always the mother hen. However, she had to give her sister some slack because Jo’el had never not been exactly where she was supposed to be at all times. Predictable as the morning. “Sorry to worry you. The meeting didn’t go so well yesterday and I just needed to escape. Clear my head.”
“That’s understandable. All of us need that sometimes. Just wished you’d at least have called or texted if you were going to go ghost.
If her sister knew exactly how she’d done that, this conversation would be taking a completely different direction.
“Next time I’ll remember that.” Exce
pt there would never be a next time like this. Her body ached and yearned for Donovan. Ignoring it she focused on what she needed to do.
“You said you needed my help. What’s up?”
“I want to get some new clothes. Some make up tips maybe.” She stared at her reflection in her dresser mirror. She’d spent the last hour in a bath, soaking her body. Reaching up, she fingered the freshly washed waves of her hair. “Maybe a haircut.”
“Wait…am I hearing you right? Is the numbers geek asking for a makeover?” Marcy’s tone showed she was shocked by the request.
She groaned. “Not when you say it like that.” Already dressed in another one of her classic bra and panties with lace trim she stomped over to her closet. Inside it was one basic color after another. All her blouses were button down like a man’s shirt, in varying shades of green, blue, gray and a white one. Her pants were not any better as they lined up like military shoulders on the other side of the small walk-in closet in dark blue, gray, tan and black. Her shoes that she wore to work were duplicates, just in black, brown and smoke gray. The color reminded her of Donovan eyes.
Sighing, she reached in blindly and pulled out a shirt and pants, not caring which one. “Yeah, I need a makeover.”
Her sister started cheering on the other end.
Jo’el pulled the phone away from her ear to save her eardrum.
“So who’s the man? Some new guy at the office? A man you met in the company café?”
“What?” Jo’el pressed the phone back to her face and froze. “Why’d you ask that?”
“Simple. Women always want to spruce up their look when there is a new man in their lives.” Marcy told her.
Collapsing on the bed still holding her clothes, she said, “There isn’t a new man.” Even though her heart wished there was…one man in particular. However, she didn’t even have a number to call him. Swinging by his house was stalker behavior she didn’t do. “Ian Dare mentioned that if I wanted to really go for the position I needed to look at sharpening my look…you know to get the players attention.”
“Well, he’s right. Besides he used to be a player and he’d know. Hell, the times I’ve been around all the guys I’ve seen the girls on their arms or the ones they make comments about when they pass.”