Crown's Chance at Love

by Mayra Statham

  It was simple really, a week ago I met Sabrina, and everything and everyone faded from my mind, and I should have known better. I knew that there was still a storm cloud overhead, and every day that passed by, the closer I got to her, the harder it would be when she found out the truth. I really should give her up, let her push me away, but that thought made my heart almost freeze at my chest. There was something about her that made me feel at ease but at the same time I felt an excitement I had never felt. Simply put, I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

  I knocked at the front door of her offices and she came to the door. Wearing a bright blue sleeveless blouse with a cowl neckline that showed a hint of cleavage, black skinny pants that showed off her toned legs, my eyes roamed lower and I couldn’t hide my smile. She was barefoot, her toes a bright pink, taking in how tiny she really was, as she stood in front of me barefoot.

  “Hey,” she said shyly and something in me snapped as I took a step forward, closing the space between us. I was done with things being weird. I knew it was my fault, but she would just have to get over it.

  “Come here,” I tell her , my voice a little demanding. She looked up at me, opening and then closing her mouth almost like she had been ready to argue, but had changed her mind. It felt like an eternity but she finally took a step forward, towards me, and I walked to her, wrapping my arms around her, I feel her take a deep breath as her face is in my chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble into her hair. She smells so freaking good. The hint of coconut and vanilla mixed with the scent of her skin made my mouth water.

  “No I told you,” she starts to say as she pulls her head away looking up at me, her eyes big and wide and so fucking honest. I placed a finger on her plump lips.

  “I’m not that guy. I’m not the guy who dates multiple women at one time. Elle was someone who I had asked to a business function, mostly for publicity. She’s an actress and being seen helps her out. I would have cancelled if I had remembered about it. Since meeting you a week ago, you’ve turned my life upside down.” I admitted to her, surprising myself how honest I was being with her. I couldn’t help the scowl that fell over my face as she began to giggle.

  “I’m the one who should be sorry, I got jealous when I had no reason to be,” she said her voice soft and sweet, her eyes shining bright with a smile on her beautiful face. I really liked how open she was, how she did not play games with me. I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that something tugged at my heart at what she just confessed.

  “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve kinda thrown my life for a loop since meeting you too.”

  “Good, I’m glad I’m not alone in this,” my voice rumbled. “ I have to tell you sweetheart, I have never felt this way about anyone before…” I admit and she looks at me as if she’s trying to decide what to say.

  “So where do we go from here?” she asks. I know exactly what I want. I just can’t. Not yet. I want to claim her, tell her that she’s mine and if she wants me, I’m hers. Who the hell was I kidding? I’ve been hers since the first moment she stumbled into my arms,and our eyes met. But with a heavy heart I couldn’t tell her that, not yet. My mind and heart were having an internal fight, between doing what I want and what I should do. So I take the easy way route, that will buy me a little time.

  “We get to know one another. Date a little, see where it goes. What do you think?” I suggest.

  “Non-exclusively?” she asks raising an eyebrow making her look so fucking sexy.

  “I’m not seeing anyone, I don’t plan on seeing anyone else, but if you do, it’s what you need to do, I understand,” I tell her, surprising myself. I’m not sure how I managed the words. I didn’t want her seeing anyone else, but I couldn’t stake my claim, not until she knew the truth. I just wasn’t ready to tell her everything. God! I’m a complete bastard.

  “Okay,” she said with a hint of mischief in her eyes. It wasn’t unnoticed that she didn’t say she wouldn’t see anyone, and maybe that was what the mischief in her eyes was about.

  “Kiss me,” I tell her and she smiled brighter.

  “Okay,” she said softly, as she leaned in closer, standing on her toes to reach up.

  Our mouths pressed against one another, kissing hard and deep. I had meant to kiss her lightly, but there was something about the mixture of her scent and the taste of her mouth that made it difficult for me to control myself when it came to her.

  I controlled the kiss and she let me. I liked that a lot, more than a lot, maybe even more than I wanted to admit to myself. She took as much I gave, soft whimpers and moans escaping from each of us as we made out in front of the receptionist desk. My hands roamed her body freely and she arched into me, giving my hands permission to roam wherever I needed to explore. The room grew hot and warm, and the air around them felt thick and heavy.

  “Mike…” she said against my lips. The way her voice cracked with need made me harder, hungrier for her.

  “Hmm?” I mumbled against her mouth. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

  We were both wearing too many clothes and I felt like my head was spinning. All I could think about was touching her, seeing the affect I had on her, because she definitely knew the affect she had on me. It had been poking against her belly ever since I had pulled her body into mine. I started to walk us back, needing a wall or a desk, any type of surface to pin her against so that I could get closer. All I could focus on was touching her, and wanting to hear her scream my name.

  “My office,” She whimpered almost as if she could read my mind. She pulls away and looks at me, grabbing my hand we run to her office. I slam the door behind me and turn to look at her, and damn if my heart freezes as I take in the sight of her.

  The office is dark except for a tiny bit of light from a small lamp on her desk and the glow coming from her computer monitor. Her hair is a little wild from my fingers messing it up. Her maple brown hair is long and looking silky as fuck. Her eyes are wide and dark, her beautiful lips swollen and pouty from my kisses and damn if that didn’t make my chest swell with pride. My gaze went lower and I swallowed hard.

  She’s taking off her blouse, and below it all she is wearing is a soft pink push up bra. Her skin is creamy and looks so fucking good. Her breasts are bigger than I thought they were, and damn if I’m not fucking tenting my pants even more at the thought of kissing that silky soft skin. I’m frozen in place, I want to go over to her, have my way, play her like the finest instrument and make her scream my name, but I know I shouldn’t… not until she knows the truth.

  As I am processing everything, trying to gain some type of self control, she closes in, quietly. Her small hands and lithe fingers go to my dress shirt and start working on undoing the buttons. My mind and heart are fighting with one another and I am just frozen in place.

  He hadn’t even noticed that she had undone all of them until he felt her warm fingers on his heated skin. Her featherlight touch grazed from the muscles at his abs moving to his shoulders, then pulling down his shirt. He looked at her in silence, feeling as if he couldn’t breath as he watched her expression go from sultry to hot, then to utter hunger. She licked her lips as her eyes took in what he looked like shirtless. He knew he kept in shape, maybe he didn’t look as good as he had in his twenties, but he wasn’t ashamed of his body. With the way she was looking at him, he wanted to beat on his chest in triumph as she clearly liked what she saw.

  Sabrina

  Holy mother of cookies!

  Her mouth went slightly dry at the sight of him shirtless. How could he be almost forty and look this damn good? Who cares let’s just jump on him, her bad girl screamed as she jumped up and down at the sight of him.

  His skin was creamy with a slight tan to it, making her think that he probably ran shirtless, and damn if that wasn’t sexy. She could totally enjoy watching him run shirtless. Her fingers itched to touch him, and without thinking twice or asking for permission, her hands had a mind of their own. His skin ben
eath her fingertips was hot and hard making her shiver. Her hands were at his shoulders, her head slightly tipped back to look at him, to appreciate the beautiful man specimen that he was. Something in her wanted to bite his shoulders, to mark him in some way. She shook her head, not sure of where that thought had sprung from.

  His shoulders and biceps were something to admire, strong and hard, defined muscle. Her mouth watered at the thought of kissing his skin. Leaning in, standing on her tippy toes, wishing she had been wearing heels at that moment she leaned in closer to to him. Her lips kissing his right shoulder slightly above his collarbone. It was a barely-there kiss but she heard him slightly suck in air. Looking down at the same spot with a smile on her face at the power she felt, making sure he didn’t see it. She wet her lips with her tongue. Leaned forward, kissing the same spot again. Her lips pressing down gently onto his hot skin. Her tongue darted out, licking the spot her lips had kissed. Her fingertips slightly on his chest she let her mouth move down to his collarbone. Nipping him slightly, she felt his hands move to her hips. It did something to her, the way he held her. His fingers digging into her, almost as if he was trying to stay in control. Her skin felt hot and needy for her touch. Her mouth went to his left side. Repeating what she had done before. Kissing then licking his warm skin slowly, almost teasingly. She leaned a little bit away, but his hands stayed exactly where they were.

  She took this as permission, her hands explored a little more moving to his defined pecs, her hands splayed against his lightly tanned skin, the sparse dark hair beneath slightly tickling the oversensitized skin on her hands. She pressed on his skin a little harder, she felt him lean into her. His mouth crushing hers, she kissed him hard. His mouth tasted of mint and coffee and was mouthwatering, only working to fuel her desire for him. As she kissed him her hands kept exploring his chest, her fingers moved to the center of his chest onto his sternum, slightly moving down until she got to the center of his flat defined abdomen.

  He started to kiss her neck and she leaned away a little, not because it didn’t feel brilliant, but because she wanted to keep going with her exploration. He looked at her a little confused and she smirked, biting her lower lip as her fingers went to his waistband.

  She knew this man had only been in her life for a week, but damn it she wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. It was as if she was a woman possessed, fueled by her desire and lust for him instead of her normal practical ways. Maybe she wasn’t completely ready to take things to a whole other level but she wanted to see him break that control he seemed to always possess around her. Thats when she knew exactly how far she wanted to take things tonight.

  She closed the space between them and gently nudged him towards her desk, clearly catching him off guard at the way she was calling the shots. Taking advantage of it, she quickly worked at unbuttoning his pants, slightly thrilled at the control she had somehow managed to get.

  “Sabrina,” he started to say. His voice was husky and laced with desire as she looked at him and shook her head.

  “Shh… let me do this Mike,” she said softly just as the back of his legs hit her desk and she carefully unzipped his pants. She put her small hand on his abs and pushed him softly to sit. She grabbed a chair that was right next to her, and sat on the edge as her fingers slowly brought him out of his black Calvin Kleins.

  Saying that Michael Crown’s dick was impressive, would have been saying it lightly. She licked her lips and swallowed hard trying to come up with a plan of action. There was no way that she would fit all of him in her mouth, but damn what a problem to have she thought to herself, smiling on the inside.

  She looked up at him, his pale blue eyes staring back her, his face showed how completely surprised he was, and thats when she smiled at him, biting her lower lip. She looked back down at the eight inches below her and licked his thick mushroom tipped head. He groaned slightly and she noticed he fisted the edge of her desk. She wrapped one hand around him and stroked him back and forth slowly, lightly. He was like velvet wrapped metal. His skin achingly smooth and silky, yet so completely hard.

  She looked at his swollen tip glisten with a drop of precum and she leaned in and licked the tip slowly, enjoying the slightly salty, earthy taste of him. She swirled her tongue around just the engorged purple tip. She could hear him groan in appreciation, so she licked down to the base and back up achingly slow, almost as if he was a cone of ice cream that was melting but she was going to savor. Wrapping her mouth around his head she went in trying to get as much as she could in her mouth carefully, trying not to hurt him with her teeth. She licked and sucked him, bobbing her head back and forth. He was hard and thick and tasted incredibly male and utterly divine. She could feel her own arousal and need growing intensely. Her panties dampening as she worked him with her mouth and hands. She loved the grunts and moans that he made, that escaped from his mouth. The idea of pleasing him, making him lose control drove her, making her hot and needy. Her mind in a complete and utter haze. What was it about him that made her so completely wanton.

  She cupped his balls as she licked him. Looking up her eyes meeting his, she saw him lean his head back. She reached for one of his hands and he followed back with hers. His hand went into her hair. Without speaking the words, she was giving him permission to show her how to please him. Letting him have control of the situation she somehow knew he needed and she didn’t think twice about how vulnerable that was leaving her. She trusted him to lead her, that he wouldn’t take things too far too fast. She relaxed her throat then went down, taking him as far as she could. His taste only fueling her need for him.

  ***

  Mike

  I didn’t know how much more I could handle. Her mouth feels so fucking incredible as she bobs up and down on it. My hand in her silky hair showing her what it is I want. I growl as she picks up the speed. How the hell had she started to give me head in the first place? The little minx had distracted me as she had touched my chest and I hadn’t been able to resist kissing her. My mind was in a complete fog, and one moment to another I was sitting on the edge of her desk getting one of the best fucking blowjobs of my life. She takes me so fucking deep in her mouth, hollowing her lip, my balls tightening I know I don’t have much time left. My heart beating in my damn ears as I watch her pretty brown eyes looking at me, as I go in and out of her pretty pink lips.

  “Sabrina….” I growl and she hums, my dick gets harder and I push her head down a little more, her eyes on me. I’m trying to stay in control but I can’t seem to grasp it anymore.

  “Baby… I’m going to …” I start to warn her, but it was as if she took it as a green light of encouragement and bobs faster on my dick, her mouth warm and wet. I moan out loud growling her name as I completely let go exploding into her mouth closing my eyes in how intense everything around me feels. She swallows, gradually slowing down her pace of how she licks me. Cleaning my shaft with her mouth as I try to catch my breath. She looks at me with an evil grin and I bring her up to me. Her eyes shining brightly filled with mischief. Sitting her on my lap I kiss her hard not giving a shit that I could slightly taste myself in her mouth. Moving my mouth down to her jaw line and finally getting to her neck.

  “Was that okay?” she asks. Her voice is soft and sweet, just like the skin at her throat that I was nuzzling.

  “Okay? Shit babe that was better than okay,” I whisper hoarsely into her skin and she giggles.

  “Let’s go get dinner,” she says trying to push me away, but it doesn’t feel right. I need to give back to her like she had just given me. I was dying to taste her and watch her fall apart.

  “Not yet,” I whisper into her ear as I lift her up and sit her down on the edge of her desk.

  “Mike,” she starts to say, but I shake my head.

  Wrapping my arms around her, loving the way her skin feels so soft and warm, I reach around and unclip her bra and feel her shiver, making my dick twitch. My hands go to her shoulders and slowly bring the straps of her pretty
bra down, while I look into her warm brown eyes. Once I take her bra off, my eyes glance down. Her breasts are heavy and big, her pretty dark pink nipples are hard, standing at attention for me. My breathing’s a little off as I lean in, kissing her mouth hard, almost punishingly and then pull away going to her neck. She tilts it back giving me access, moaning softly. My hands going into cup her breasts and I groan at the feel of them. Soft and firm, hot and heavy in my hands. I kneel in front of her and take one nipple into my mouth. My mouth waters as I feel her arch towards me.

  I can almost picture in my mind what we must look like here in her dark office, two shadows, her beautiful body arching into mine. I can start to feel my body start to reawaken, my dick starting to harden. I bite her nipple just as I pinch her other one. Her gasps and tiny moans fill the room, and I have to touch her, taste her, rules be damned.

  “Lie back baby.” My voice is hoarse and deep, I can hardly recognize it.

  “Mike…” she starts to say in a voice that make me freeze. Shit was I pushing her too fast?

  “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel…baby…” I say and my eyes go to hers.

  Her eyes are hooded with desire and she’s breathing hard leaning back on her elbows, but I see hesitation in her eyes.

  “Mike… it’s been umm…” and thats when I see it in her eyes, the reason for hesitation.

  I should stop. I should fucking stop and leave and never turn back. But I don’t. I can’t.

  “It’s been what baby?” I ask as I stand up and she sits up, my hands roaming her upper body and face, almost as if they had to touch her.

  “Mike… it’s been a long time… umm … since well…” she says, my fingers distracting her as I graze the hollow of her neck down to her flat tummy, until they hit the waistband of her sexy black skinny pants. Without any self control I unbutton her pants, and gently start to lay her back down on her back on top of her desk. Her hair fans out and she looks fucking incredible. With two slightly shaky hands, I start to pull them down over her hips.