by J L Taft
“Wow, talk about putting me on the spot,” she said with a good-natured smile as she lifted her freshly filled glass.
He chuckled. Catching a woman off guard was the best way to get to the truth.
“I guess I just want someone who lives up to their talk. I’ve been fooled before and I just want a man to do what he says and not give me a bunch of lines and promises that in the end are just empty air. I’m tired of disappointments.”
Now it was his turn to be surprised. She was definitely not what he expected. Gwen was upfront about what she wanted and he just didn’t have the balls to be like her anymore. There might have been a time when he would have jumped in feet first but those days were long gone.
But he liked her. She was smart and funny and sexy as hell. He knew the feeling of disappointment, better than she would ever realize.
He already knew he wanted to see her again, although now was not the time to discuss what he had in mind. But there was time.
They talked for a while longer and Gwen finished the wine he had gotten her.
“I think I’ll head back to my room. It was nice to see you again, Steve.”
She stood and teetered on her heels. He grabbed her arm and helped her from the restaurant. He couldn’t help noticing how silky her skin was under his hand.
When they got out into the night air she took a deep breath and his eyes were drawn to her breasts. They looked damn near perfect from where he was standing.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just not used to the heat. It’s a lot different compared to April in PA,” she said as she took several more deep breaths. Her color was coming back to her cheeks now and he stopped worrying that she was going to faint.
Not that he wouldn’t mind catching her in his arms.
“Let me walk you to your room.”
She nodded her agreement and he laid his hand on her lower back. The skin was warm and smooth and she smiled up at him. He began to think that she might be worth the risk of jumping feet first again.
Gwen walked with Steve back to her room slowly. When he had first walked up to her table she had no idea he was the same sexy man who she had met earlier.
In the pool his hair had been slicked back off his forehead and the way his body looked she never would have guessed that he was a history teacher.
But when she had seen him this evening he had his hair combed neatly and wire-rimmed glasses on his face that hid his eyes. His outfit screamed that he was a respectable and reserved man.
It wasn’t what she was looking for. This was the type of man who would make it sound good but then would never be able to live up to his promises. He probably only liked the missionary position and finished quickly.
His hand on her back felt good and he rubbed back and forth every few seconds with his fingers.
She decided she liked it.
They got to her door and she turned to face him. “This is me. Thanks for walking me back.”
“Of course. Are you feeling all right now?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just stood up too fast is all,” she said as she stared up at his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to say something more but he hesitated and put the last nail in his coffin, so to speak.
He started to turn away and she dug out her keycard from her purse.
But then he stopped and backed her against the wall in a quick move. She dropped her purse and he didn’t give her any space to pick it back up.
He took his glasses off and slipped them into his jacket pocket while holding her startled gaze.
“I’m going to take a chance, Gwen,” he said and put his hands flat on the wall on either side of her head.
He stared at her intently and seemed to be waiting for…something. But she didn’t know what he wanted her to say.
But then she didn’t have to say anything because his lips came down on hers. At first he just brushed them back and forth and she could feel the heat. She wanted more.
She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She would wonder later if that was what he had been waiting for.
He gripped her hips and pulled her close while sinking his tongue deep inside her mouth. The sudden intensity of it caught her off guard and she moaned quietly.
His tongue swirled and demanded an answer and she was more than willing to give it to him. Her hands tangled in his hair and he stuck one of his legs between hers.
The kiss went on and she wondered if she could come from kissing.
He pulled back abruptly, both of them breathing heavy.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked as he trailed his fingers down her face.
“I’d like that.”
He smiled and she watched him walk away, thinking that he had a very nice ass.
Chapter Three
She thought about him a lot that night as she lay in the hotel room bed. Could he be the one who she needed? He certainly wasn’t what she expected. He was straitlaced on the outside but there was something in his gaze that told her a dark side of him was waiting to be unleashed.
But she had her doubts. She had been wrong before.
However, the glasses and straight-cut jacket were quite a change from the half-naked man she had met in the pool.
Before she finally fell asleep she decided that he was sexy enough to take the chance.
Steve showed up at breakfast the next morning as she was sitting on the hotel’s outdoor patio, drinking juice.
He smiled at her from across the patio and made his way to her. It gave her a few seconds to look him over. He was dressed for the pool again this morning, wearing nothing but dark-blue shorts, a tight white t-shirt and sandals. His glasses were gone and his sandy hair was in disarray, as if he had been running his fingers through it. His dark-chocolate eyes caught her violet ones as he neared her table.
“Good morning,” he said to her.
“Morning,” she replied as she pushed a chair out with her bare foot so he could join her.
He watched the movement of her foot intently before he took his seat. She didn’t know what that was all about but it had been more than just a glance.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
She stared at him and suddenly thought that all of this small talk was silly. She knew what she wanted and there was only one way to find out if that was what he wanted too.
She had to be brave and just ask him. It was something that she never would do at home but here, with the warm, salty ocean air blowing around her, she felt as if she could do it.
“I slept all right. Even if I was a bit lonely,” Gwen told him and watched his face carefully. Even though she was reclined and looked relaxed she felt the zing of excitement race along her nerves.
His eyes widened slightly and he leaned back in his chair to look at her.
“A woman as beautiful as you should never be lonely,” he finally replied.
She smiled at him. It wasn’t the line she had been hoping for but it was a start.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“I only state the truth,” he said with a smirk and a wink.
She smiled back at him and put her bare feet up on the opposite chair. Her pink-painted toenails stuck out slightly from under the tablecloth but she wasn’t worried about it.
They sat quietly for a moment and Gwen gazed out at the clear sea-foam-green waters of the ocean.
“Are you off chaperoning duty now?” she asked him.
He didn’t answer immediately and she turned back to him. He was staring at her toes. It was a little strange but he had an intent look on his face that was far from disgust.
“Steve?” she said to catch his attention.
“What? I’m sorry. What did you say?” he said as he tore his gaze from her feet.
“Chaperoning. Are you off the hook?” she asked again.
“Uh. Yeah. Judy got here this morning and took over. She’s the head coach. I swear I was so happy to see her when she go
t here that I almost hugged her.” He chuckled and it flowed over her like warm honey. She wondered what his laugh would sound like close to her ear, sending those little shivers down her back that she had been too long without.
“Are you leaving then?” The thought hadn’t occurred to her before and now she wondered if he would be flying out this afternoon. It left a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“No. I actually extended my trip until the end of the week. When are you leaving?”
“Not until Friday morning,” she replied. Since it was only Monday they had plenty of time and she felt an irrational sense of relief that he wasn’t leaving.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he said with another one of his smirks. “What are you doing after breakfast? Do you want to go to the pool with me?”
Gwen smiled her best smile at him and he blinked. It was the first time in a long time that she had really felt beautiful.
“I’d love to, as long as there won’t be any volleyballs flying at my head.”
He laughed, deep and heavy, and she loved it. “I wanted to apologize for that. Marissa is something else.”
“Have you ever given her a reason to think you were interested in her?” she asked.
“No, actually I have gone out of my way to be sure that she understands I’m not.”
“Then don’t be sorry. I can see why she would go for you. I need to go back to my room to change.”
He smiled and stood. “Do you mind if I walk you?” He held his arm out to her in a charmingly old-fashioned way.
“Not at all.” She stood and linked her arm with his as they walked to her room. They talked about little things along the way, how gorgeous the ocean was and the white-colored beaches.
When they got to her room she invited him in to wait for her as she changed into her swimsuit.
She hurried. Once she had closed herself in the bathroom she couldn’t remember if she had left her bright-purple vibrator out on the bed or not. She never left home without it. She hustled into her bikini at warp speed and went back to the bedroom.
He was sitting on her bed and staring at the vibrator that lay in the middle, standing out brightly against the white bedspread.
Steve caught her gaze and shot a knowing grin her way. “Does this help with your loneliness?” he asked as he picked it up and tossed it back and forth from hand to hand. It gave her a strange feeling to see his fingers holding something that was so personal.
Gwen felt her cheeks heat. “Not particularly but it takes the edge off.”
He tossed it back on the bed and stood, stopping when he was only a breath away from her. She could smell his cologne. It was something dark and spicy.
“Think I could help?” he asked as his arm snaked out to go around her waist and pull her against his chest.
“I hope so,” she said as she put her hands flat on his chest and rose up on her toes to reach his mouth.
He let her kiss him, not taking the lead until she slipped her tongue out to run it across his lips.
He groaned low in his chest and she felt the vibrations in her fingertips.
Steve locked his arm around her tightly and used the other to grab a fistful of her long dark hair and tilt her head. His tongue went deep, so deep she had a hard time kissing him back. But she loved every second of it.
The open, wet kiss sucked the air from their lungs and they both pulled back suddenly so they could catch their breath. He released her and his fingers went to the ties of her bikini top, undoing them and letting it fall to the floor.
He took a step back to stare at her breasts and her nipples went hard and achy in seconds. His hands covered her breasts, molding them to fit his hands as he moved them in circles.
It felt amazing and she moaned when he lifted them and let them go, making them bounce up and down on her chest. He pulled his shirt over his head and jerked her back against him, smashing her aching tits against his rock-hard chest and lifting her feet off the floor.
They both moaned and then his mouth was on hers again.
He kissed like he meant it. It was hungry and passionate. Exactly what she wanted.
Suddenly she realized that maybe she hadn’t known exactly what she wanted until right this minute. She had wanted more than just sex. She had wanted to feel a connection, a link with another human, even if it was only briefly.
But then her mind emptied as he guided them toward the bed. Their tongues dueled back and forth and she squeezed her arms tight around his neck. He lifted her suddenly and wrapped her legs around his waist before he sat on the edge of the bed. It forced her to lean back from him a little and she caught his heated stare.
His hands gripped her hips and ground her against the thick cock straining against his swim shorts.
“Is that what you want, Gwen?” he groaned in her ear.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
“Please tell me that you have a condom. Or two.”
His tone implied promise and it sent a shiver of excitement down her back.
“I have a whole box,” she whispered saucily as she licked his ear.
He visibly shuddered and she couldn’t help licking the shell of his ear again.
“Thank god,” he said as he stood suddenly and turned, dropping her gently to the bed. She had never had a man who lifted and moved her around as easily as he did.
“Where are they?” he asked.
“Still in my suitcase.” She pointed to the floor. She hadn’t bothered taking the box out and it was the only thing left in there.
Steve grabbed the condoms quickly and threw them on the bed next to her. His hands pushed his shorts down over his hips and they dropped to the floor.
Gwen sighed in pleasure at the sight and her thighs clenched in anticipation. He lowered his body slowly and came down on top of her. His weight was a welcome heaviness, as well as the heat of his skin.
He met her mouth again, this time taking it passionately. When his tongue went into her mouth she sucked on it, pulling it from his mouth even farther.
He groaned and kissed her hard enough to have their teeth clicking together. Her legs spread as he put more weight on her and then he reached between them to pull at the strings at her hips.
With a couple tugs the bottoms of her bikini came loose and fell limply to the bed. The last barrier was gone between them. Her hands roamed his smooth back and then his hard, silky shoulders.
She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh as he kissed a trail from her neck down.
Her body arched up toward his mouth as his kissing got closer to her breasts. When he finally reached them she groaned loudly as he sucked the first peak between his lips.
His mouth was warm and wet on her and she wanted more. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him closer to her chest, making him suck harder.
Steve lifted his head suddenly and his smoldering gaze caught hers. “I can’t wait any longer, Gwen.”
It was music to her ears. “Then don’t,” she told him as she nibbled on his earlobe.
He reached for the box of condoms and ripped it open above her head as she made herself busy by sucking and biting gently on his shoulder, tasting his skin.
He lifted his weight up and knelt between her legs after he got the condom open and he slid it on quickly. She smiled up at him and he grinned back down at her.
It was a moment that froze in her mind. One that she would remember always.
He moved back and she made a sound of distress as he moved away.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m just going to make sure you are ready for me,” he said as he lowered his face between her legs. When she saw his intent she stifled her objections.
The first lick of his long tongue against her quivering clit had her practically coming off the bed. He held her legs open and licked her again, this time covering more of her folds.
She moaned her encouragement and his mouth closed over her clit and he sucked. It was in
credible. Hot and wet. The kind of feeling that was so intense it brought tears to her eyes.
His tongue flicked back and forth quickly, fluttering intently.
Suddenly her orgasm was upon her and she screeched as tremors racked her body. He groaned and slid a finger in her tightening pussy, going in and out in time with her peaks of pleasure.
Before the waves had faded all the way he was over her, positioning his hard and quivering cock at her entrance. He didn’t hesitate and, bracing his weight on his forearms, sank into her deep and hard.
Gwen relished the feeling of him stretching her out to take his size. But he didn’t give her long to enjoy it before he was withdrawing and slamming home again and again.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned above her and picked up the pace. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist and he lifted his weight up onto his hands. He thrust hard and her breasts bounced in time with him.
Steve stopped suddenly and pulled out, making her growl in frustration. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and wove them over one of his arms. Pressing them together, he tossed them over one of his shoulders.
He laid his weight back on her and laced their fingers over her head. The position left her unmovable, her ass lifted and her feet close to his face.
He plunged inside her again and they groaned in unison.
“God, you are so tight,” he said as he pulled back and pushed in deep again, spreading her.
Gwen let out a squeal and he stopped.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. No, keep going, Steve. Don’t stop!” she demanded as she shook her head back and forth.
He smiled down at her and kissed her hard as he moved his cock within her.
She lost all track of time as he banged her hard and steady. Their bodies glistened with sweat and he stared down at her as the noises of their skin slapping together got louder.
Gwen could hold on no longer and she came. Her legs went tight and she felt the waves of pleasure crashing out from her pussy down her thighs and all the way to her toes. A scream ripped from her throat and Steve turned his head to lick the top of her foot.
But she wasn’t too far gone to notice it was in that moment that he reached his own peak. He thrust hard once more and growled long and low as he threw his head back, his eyes squeezing shut.