by Becca Taylor
“Don’t know yet.”
Josh speaks up next. “It’s about time you two get together. If I have to work with you one more time with you drooling over her, I think I might need to get you a bib.”
“Fuck you, man.” I punch him in the arm, and he acts like I hurt him.
“It’s true, dude,” Caleb says.
“I noticed you weren’t as focused as you normally are up there. I wondered what was going on.” Bentley needs to add in his say.
“I was just fine up there. I didn’t miss a beat. Maybe you guys were the ones distracted with your women around,” I say as I point to the girls heading our way.
Lexi slides up behind me, wrapping her arms around my middle. I place my arms on top of hers.
“Need another drink?” I ask her.
“Only if you are.”
When I get back from the bar, she’s dancing with her girls. I set our drinks on the table and can’t resist the urge to join her. That round ass of hers pushes into the zipper of my pants each time she rolls her hips. She places my hands on her hips, lacing our fingers together. When the song finishes, she walks back to the table and pushes me into the chair. Instead of sitting next to me, she leans between my legs and never moves.
After finishing her drink, she asks if I am ready to go. My equipment is already loaded, and I have Josh taking care of it for me. I call us an Uber since I know we both have had more than a few drinks. The short ride is enough that the sexual tension between us builds. And builds. But neither of us makes a move.
She tells the driver to turn at the next corner, and it’s not the neighborhood I picture her living in. I’ve never been to her place before, but this is a high-class area. The house is a small mansion in comparison to mine.
“This is your place?” I ask her.
“It’s my parents’ house. They only come for vacations. I take care of it for them.” She shrugs it off.
“It’s nice. Sweet deal,” I say as I scope the joint.
“For now, it is. They are about to retire, which means I’ll need to find my own apartment.” She opens the glass door, leading me out to the lanai overlooking the ocean.
“Now, this is impressive.”
“It’s my favorite spot in the house. I could spend all day out here.”
The look she has as she watches the water is beautifully relaxed. I know I told her we needed to talk, but fuck that; I can’t stay away from her. I’ve waited too long to taste her again.
I TRY TO PLAY it off as if going home with Hunter is nothing. It’s not a big deal. To me, though, it is. My attraction to him is instantaneous. It takes us five minutes of being alone in the house before he has me against the glass door, begging him to take me.
As I lay here next to him, I can’t believe how gorgeous this man is. From his tattooed chest and arms to his full lips with that sexy smile. The first time I saw his smile, that tiny scrap of material I call underwear actually screamed ‘I'm melting.’ Don't even get me going on his piercings. I want to run my tongue over every inch of him and those piercings, especially the new one in his monster-sized cock. Yep, sorry boys. This chick is ruined for all men.
I never stay the night sleeping in someone’s arms, yet this is the second time I’ve woken up in his. Quietly, I dislodge myself from him and make my way to the bathroom to compose myself. When I see him lying on the bed, my body wants him again, even after the two mind-blowing orgasms I received just hours ago. I’m a greedy bitch. Just when I think I have my lust under control, I come back into the room and see him in my bed. One of his hands covers his eyes, while the other is across his mouth-watering abs. The sheet rides dangerously low, showing off that taper and pointing to his cock that I can see outlined from underneath.
It’s time for a wake-up call, Big Boy. I return to the bed to begin my exploration of Hunter. I start with his tattoos. Lightly, I brush my finger over the ones on his arm, but I need to get closer. His eyes are closed, but I can tell he isn’t in the same deep sleep as just a few minutes ago. As carefully as I can, I peel the sheet from his body and position myself above him. Instantly, I feel his monster grow. I’ve never been with a man bare before, but I want that with him. I want to feel every vein and ridge of his cock when I slide down inch after glorious inch of him. Just the thought of it has my pussy drenched.
Those thoughts are not smart. It’s too intimate. And way too soon to be thinking that. I need to keep my feelings light and bring my mind back to what I am doing.
Instead of my fingers, I continue to explore Hunter with my tongue, tracing it over his lips, down the stubble on his chin, and over to his ear. I know he's awake when his lips part and his breathing changes, but he doesn't move. Making my way down to his chest, I start on his nipple piercings. Gently, I roll my tongue over one and then the other, gauging his response. The hand that was on his stomach moves to my hips, gripping tightly. I try something else. My tongue tugs the bar running through his nipple. Hunter rolls his hips, and his cock slips between my slick lips. Oh God, his piercing presses against my clit, making me lose my concentration.
"Fuck, Lex, if this is a dream, don't let me wake up. If I'm awake, don't let me fall back asleep," Hunter says with his eyes still closed.
His hand sneaks up, tangles in my hair, and encourages me to continue what I am doing. My tongue licks and sucks every dip and crevice of his delicious abdominal muscles until I rest between his legs. At the first contact of my lips, Hunter opens his eyes. "Fuuuuck!"
The hand that is in my hair tightens when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. I circle it with my tongue, savoring his flavor. With a kiss, I release him from my mouth. He groans his disapproval, but I’m far from done with him yet. I have a few questions to ask before I continue my exploration.
"Does having a piercing make it more sensitive for you during oral sex?" I ask him.
"I only had it done a few months ago, and yours is the first mouth to touch it. Why don't you continue doing what you were doing, and then I'll answer your question?”
"You haven't had sex in three months? But you were with someone … how is that possible?"
He groans loudly. "Lexi, do you really want to talk about this now? It needed to heal for three months before. And if you really want to know, I haven't fucked anyone since I got it four months ago."
It turns me on to know it’s been a while since he’s been with someone. I can’t help myself. My pussy is demanding attention. With one hand on the monster, I bring my tongue to his piercing, tracing it along the underside of the tip. He's hard as a rock in my hand. The width of him has me in awe; my fingers don't connect and have a decent gap between them. It definitely earns him the name I’m giving his beautiful cock, aka monster. My other hand sneaks between my legs to my throbbing pussy. At the same time, I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down inch by inch and moaning when my fingers touch my clit.
"Holy fuck, Lex. Do you have a gag reflex? And are you touching yourself?" I answer him with another moan. "Shit, that's hot. Don’t stop."
As my orgasm builds, I increase my pace. Every time I reach the tip by his piercing, I circle my tongue around it, sucking it between my lips. I know I won't last long, and I'm sure he won’t either. I roll his balls in my one hand, mirroring the way my other is rubbing my clit. Heat courses through my veins. There’s no holding back.
"Lexi, unless you want a mouthful of my come, you’d better move."
There's no way I am moving. I want to taste every bit of this man. I move my fingers faster, moaning as I chase my own release.
"Goddamn, Lexi. Your mouth is as sweet as the rest of you is." The hand in my hair tightens and pushes me down his length, holding me in place. I take the opportunity to pull out my trick. I swallow, contracting my throat around him. Hunter lets out an animalistic sound, and I get my first taste of him. My orgasm hits me at the same moment. I moan around him, as his other hand grabs my head and holds me tight against him. And I love every second of it.
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p; The hold he has on me relaxes, allowing me to release him from my mouth. I place my hands on either side of his waist. With a tight grip around my wrists, Hunter pulls me up his body. His strength is amazing. Lying on top of him does not help. The feeling of his body against mine is already igniting a need for him. He brings my fingers that were just on my pussy to his lips and licks them clean.
I move my legs to straddle his waist. My hips start swaying back and forth along his cock. The monster awakens again.
"Hunter." It wasn’t a question but more of a plea. I need to feel him in me.
"Yes, Caramella Dolce."
I stop moving, and he groans. "What does that mean?"
"What, Lex? Don’t stop moving."
"What you just called me?" I keep my movements a slow rocking motion.
"Caramella Dolce?"
I nod.
He licks his lips. "You have the sweetest tasting pussy and mouth. That and your hair reminds me of candy. Caramella Dolce means sweet candy."
He’s winning major points: one, for talking in a different language, two, for giving me a nickname—no one ever has done that—and three, when he grips my hips to push me against him as he pushes up. But something hits me.
“Wait.” I stop moving.
“I’m not fucking waiting.” He grips my hips to try to get me to move.
“Did you call Candi that too?”
“Lex.” He sounds frustrated.
“I need you to tell me.”
He loosens his hold on me. “No. I never called her anything other than her first name. You are the only one besides my family who knows I speak Italian.”
Oh, God. That makes it a million times hotter. "Hunter, I want you in me now."
He reaches for the condom on the nightstand, but I stop him. "Lex, are you sure?"
"I promise. I'm clean, and I'm taken care of. I've never gone without protection.”
He places his hand on my cheek. "Me neither. I am too, but that’s not what I meant."
"I trust you, Hunter. And I want this."
Raising my hips, I grip him in my hand. Inch by torturous inch, I slide down his length when he gives me the okay. I inhale a breath. At the same time, he takes in his own. Our eyes stay locked on each other. I have a connection with him that I’ve never felt with anyone before, and that scares the ever-living shit out of me. I don’t do connection; it’s too much. Our bodies are fully connected, yet I don't move. He is holding me in place as if he doesn't want me to either.
"Fuck, Mia dolce. Your pussy is heaven."
His grip loosens, and I start to move. I tighten myself around him as I move up. With each of my downward motions, he raises his hips to meet me. I take my time, enjoying the feel of him. It’s raw. Passionate. And the most intense sensation.
"Hunter." It comes out in a soft moan. I take his hands in mine. I place them on my breasts, needing him to touch me. His piercing rubs in the most sensitive spot deep inside. Our moans grow louder and more frequent. My hands take the place of his as he grips my waist. He holds me above him, taking over the control and thrusting into me from below. "Fuck, that feels good, Hunter."
Every time he presses up, he pauses for a second, allowing me to roll my hips against him. Incoherent words come from him each time. I teeter on the edge, but I don't want to let go. When I clench tightly around him, I’m afraid he might break.
"Lexi. Let go with me."
It’s not a request. It’s a demand. There’s only one problem.
"I don't want this to end. You feel too good."
"Fuck. I know, but we have all day and night. I'll fuck you for the next twenty-four hours straight if you want."
Oh, God, that sounds good.
His eyes lock with mine, and I know I’m in trouble.
"Goddammit, Lexi. Come. Now."
I have no choice when my body takes over. His voice throws me over the edge. He’s given me the third best orgasm of my life. All three delivered by him. He continues pumping in and out of me as he comes in me. I feel each pulse of his cock. When he slows his pace, both of our juices slide down my thighs.
He watches as I remove my body from his.
"My cock in your pussy is sexy as fuck."
"You have a dirty mouth—"
He interrupts me. "So do you."
I fall next to him, having no energy to sit up. "You didn't let me finish."
He turns on his side. "By all means, finish."
"You have a dirty mouth, and that's sexy as hell, Big Boy."
His mouth crashes down on mine, and I want him all over again, but my body can’t take any more.
It is the best twenty-four hours of my life. The reality of what we just did sinks in. That’s when the panic starts. Too intense, too soon. I let him in, and I’m not ready for that.
I do what I always do; I escape. Luckily, I have plans to meet the girls for brunch and don’t have to lie.
“I have to head out anyway. I’m meeting Jeremy and some of the guys to help him out on a new project.” He leaves, telling me he’ll call me later tonight. As much as my body wants him the minute his lips touch mine, my head is still behind. Light years behind.
I PULL INTO the sand driveway to see Jeremy’s truck already here. The house is only half finished. The people who originally owned it left in the middle of construction due to a job transfer. Insert Jeremy and his negotiation skills. Flipping houses is what he is meant to do. He’s always looking for people who are ready to sell fast and not looking for profit. Someone offering cash in full is almost always a definite sale.
“How’s it lookin’, boss?” I ask as he comes down the temporary stairs he built on the deck.
“Bones are good. At least they hired a good crew when they built. We just have to wait for the new permits to start the actual construction.”
We spend the next two hours going over plans. The guy knows his shit at this point in the game. He knows the best ways to cut costs and knows where to put the money to give us the best profit. Personally, I like a nice return. This lets me keep a job I love, and a second one that keeps me bringing in the green.
Jeremy walks me through the schedule. “Our timeline is three to four months. We don’t have to do anything to the structure except paint. The interior needs reworking. It’s mapped out for three bedrooms, but I want to change that. Add an extra office or bedroom. People want that bonus room.”
“Sounds good. What kind of crew are we looking at?”
“Two on the exterior, four men inside, and the two of us. We’ll get the big jobs done first—the drywall and flooring—and then our focus will be on the kitchen and bathrooms. I’ll have a daily schedule sent to your phone. Having one thing not completed according to the timeline will throw everything off. My guys are good, though. The quicker we get it done, the better our bottom line is. But we also want to do a quality job.” Jeremy is strict but good to his men.
“I’ll make sure we get done on time.” I plan to learn as much from him as I can. In the future, I’d like to take the lead on some projects.
“How did everything go last night? I would have stayed, but I wanted to see Dee before she left for her trip with work,” Jeremy says as he tosses me a cold water from the cooler in the back of his truck.
“It’s always a good time when we get together. We didn’t stay too late, anyway.”
“How good of a time? Did you and Lexi finally continue where you left off?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“What are you, thirteen? Not saying shit.”
“About fucking time. Are you two a thing now?”
I have no idea how to answer his question. If it was up to me, hell yes. Lex would be pinned to my bed or hers every night. I’m not picky. “We’ll see. Just going with the flow. I’m kind of digging the single life.”
“You are far from living like a bachelor. That woman has you wrapped around her finger. You should invite her to the fundraiser next month. Girls love guys who do shit like that.”
Our band always tries to help at local events. This time, it’s for a young mom with four kids who lost her husband about a year ago in a motorcycle accident and has been in a tough spot since. Rich asked us personally to contribute. When someone, especially your friend and tattoo artist, asks you to help, you make time.
“I’m sure she’s heard about it by now from Kat or Aly. I’ll mention it, though. We done here?”
“Yep.”
I give him a fist bump and head home. I still need to unpack my equipment from the show. When I get my kit set back up, I decide I need to clear my head. Something about the way Lexi acted this morning wasn’t sitting right with me. She didn’t exactly run this time, but then again, it was her house, so she couldn’t run. But it seemed like she was hinting for me to leave. Instead of overthinking it, though, I suffer in the heat of the day and make my daily five-mile run down the beach.
Up ahead, I see four familiar girls laying towels in the sand. The only one that keeps my eyes lingering is the redhead.
THE GUY RUNNING down the beach grabs my attention. Lowering my glasses, I check him out a little better. I can’t make out the face, but I have a pretty good feeling I know who it is. Damn him for looking that good in running shorts. Those abs of his are on display. The muscles in his legs are even a turn-on.
“Hey, Hunter, looking good.” Jade whistles, and I could smack her. Normally, Jade is the quiet one, but she’s trying to get a rise out of me. If it were any other guy, she wouldn’t say a word. She’s not the type. I told her about last night when we drove here together.
“Ladies.”
One word, that’s all he says, and it travels through my body, igniting an instant desire for him. My mind feels like a yo-yo. It goes back and forth between ‘I want him’ and ‘keep a safe distance.’ Right now, the way he looks, all hot and sweaty, reminds me of last night when he was playing. I’m pretty sure a conversation is going on around me, but I don’t hear a word. My focus turns to the water and the need to jump in to cool off.