by Julia Bright
She laughed and Brent rolled his eyes. This was fun. It had been too long since she’d laughed like this.
“That’s what I thought.”
They were both giggling, and she realized this felt right. It was nice hanging out with Brent. His shoulders relaxed a little and his smile came a little quicker.
She helped him get the plates and utensils to the table. She felt comfortable being here, just having a good evening without a ton of pressure. Him asking her over to his place alone was a little weird, and she probably would have insisted on a public date if she’d known this was what the invite would lead to but being with Brent at his home was nice.
They chatted about the house and some of the renovations he’d done. The man seemed capable and willing to take on challenges which was a nice change from what she’d run into lately. It seemed like most of the men who had shown interest weren’t even half as capable as Brent appeared to be.
“The kitchen was small and closed off. The house was built in the thirties and well, a lot has changed since then.”
“Tell me about it.” She took a bite of the chicken and wanted to moan but held it in. It really was good food.
“I knocked out a wall and put in the pass through which created the island. Some people think I was dumb to change it, but I like being in the kitchen and still able to talk to guests. The bathrooms and the bedrooms were also remodeled a little.”
“The house looks great. I like the neighborhood.”
“It’s had its ups and downs. Right now, there are a lot of people with money and time to renovate. Who knows what ten years will bring.”
She nodded as she thought about her condo. “This is a good area.”
“So, have you bought a house around here?”
“Um, I got a great bargain on a condo. It’s small, one bedroom, a main living area, kitchen and then a room I use as a food prep area. I guess most people would have a dining room or study, but I set up my mixer and work in the room.”
“Do you take home your work often?”
“Enough so I need a larger kitchen, at least larger than I could afford.”
They had been taking bites between talking and were almost finished with their meal. She stared at him as he took a bite of his food. Lust hit and she wanted to see what was under Brent’s shirt, how his muscles flexed, what his pecs looked like. Was there hair on his chest or was he smooth? So many questions. She swallowed as she thought of the two of them in bed. Would he take care of her, or would he come and leave her hanging? All too often she’d been left wishing there was more after the guy came. So many men had no idea how to pleasure a woman. They thought if they had an orgasm that was enough.
Brent glanced up from his food, his gaze heated. Warmth spread from her center to her toes. The guy was hot, no doubt about it, and he was looking right at her. His interest was almost too much, and she had to look away.
They finished their meal, and she helped him put away the food and rinse the plates before loading them into the dishwasher. She liked him, liked his house, and he made her feel special.
“Let’s take a walk and then maybe we can have some of your cake.”
Brent held out his hand and she took it. The shock of his touch lingered, making her fingers tingle. His gaze held hers for a long moment before he moved to the door. The sun was dipping low and lights on the hills were coming on. The view never got old for her. When she had time, she went up into the hills and watched the sun set, taking in the city below. It was a beautiful sight in the evenings. Los Angeles was packed with people, but the area was beautiful.
They walked out to the sidewalk and Brent took the street side of the walk. It was sweet, and she appreciated his gesture. After a few feet, he dropped her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, his thumb gently tracing circles on her side. She felt the tingle again, and the warmth from his touch grew hotter. No words were spoken as they turned the corner, heading away from his house.
A gentle breeze rustled the trees above and birds chirped. This was the type of neighborhood she wanted to live in but couldn’t afford, at least not yet. The Hollywood sign came into view and looked almost orange tinted as the sun dipped even lower. Brent stopped walking and turned to face her. His arms came around her back and pulled her to him. She placed her hands at his sides and squeezed, feeling his muscles under the cloth. The man was extremely fit. This had to be a dream, or maybe she was hallucinating.
Brent lowered his head, his breath tickling as it warmed her ear. She squirmed closer and he chuckled.
“I’ve wanted to see what you felt like in my arms since the first moment I met you.”
She gulped in a breath and moved her head just a little so she could look in his eyes. There was no mistaking the heat. He wanted her. It didn’t seem like he was playing or joking. Doubts bubbled to the surface but were burned away by the heat in his gaze.
If she moved, their lips would meet. How soft were his lips? Would he be gentle? What if they were in bed, him stretched out on top of her, holding her arms out to the side, how would he feel? She shivered, and he moved just a little closer, his lips almost meeting hers.
She needed to feel him so she closed the distance. The slide of his lips on hers made her melt. His strong arms supported her as he drew her closer. She was about to pull back when he swiped his tongue over the slit in her mouth, pressing in a little. It was enough to get her to open. The first swipe of his tongue sent electricity shooting through her. A moan from him caused her hands to tighten. He shifted, and she felt the slight rock of his hips. Wicked hot desire wrapped around her, holding her to him.
Brent pulled back, ending the kiss. Confusion filled her, and she blinked up at him, wondering how to make him kiss her again. A car drove past and the sound of people talking nearby came into focus. She’d lost track of where they were and the people around them.
She stepped back, but he didn’t let her go far. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, swiping his thumb over her lips.
“So beautiful. Want to head back to my place?” Brent’s low voice raked over her senses and she swore she almost melted right there on the sidewalk.
They hadn’t even made it all the way around the block, but who was she to demand they actually walk the whole way? She didn’t care if they ever walked again as long as he touched her and kissed her.
“Sure, that would be good.”
It was almost dark out. The lights sparkled on the hillside. Brent hadn’t turned on a porch light so he helped her navigate the way to his door. Once inside, Brent shut the door behind them and she expected to head to the den or back outside, but his hand on her arm stopped her progress. Then she found herself pressed up against the door, her hands held over her head as Brent’s gaze took her in. His eyes lingered on her breast and she shivered as she thought about him touching her.
“Tell me to stop and I will. We can drink a little more wine, eat your cake, and you can go home, or we could see where this next kiss leads.”
There was no doubt in her mind she wanted to know how far they'd go. Brent was sexy, kind, strong, sweet, and overall a nice guy. No, she didn’t know everything about him, but she was willing to find out if there was more to him. Maybe they wouldn’t mesh. Perhaps the heat they’d felt outside had already died and wouldn’t reignite, but she doubted their attraction was a onetime thing.
Since he had her hands trapped, she used her leg and hooked her ankle behind his knee, applying enough pressure so he had to move closer. His lips turned up just before he moved in, delivering a life altering kiss. Her nipples grew hard, and she pressed her breasts against his chest, trying to gain some relief with friction.
Brent ended the kiss and stood tall. His eyes were dark with desire and swept over her face then lower. He let go of her wrists and removed her glasses first, then worked on the buttons on her shirt. Once open, he pushed the material over her shoulders and part way down her arms, trapping them at her sides. His forefinger traced the edge
of her bra, bringing goose bumps to her skin.
“I like this.”
“What, my bra?”
“It’s sexy. I like how your breasts swell out of the top a little.”
She rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath. “It’s because my boobs are too big, my hips too. Actually, overall I’m just too big.”
He shook his head. “Oh no, your boobs are not too big. They are just right. And your body is just perfect…absolutely perfect.”
Brent ran his hands lower, around to her back before tugging off her shirt then reaching around behind her to her bra hooks. “Can I?”
She nodded and felt the hooks come free. Brent drew in a slow breath before he slid his fingers under her bra straps and pulled them down her arms. He hissed in a breath as her bra fell from her body.
“Jesus. So freaking sexy,” Brent said.
His praise made her knees go weak and her head swim. She watched his face as he cupped her breasts. He looked delighted, like he’d discovered the best thing in the world. His eyes darted to her face and he smiled before pressing against her and capturing her mouth.
Brent’s hands smoothed down her torso to the waistband of her pants. She flinched when he unbuttoned them. He slid the zipper lower and heat raced through her. When he pushed them over her hips, she knew she was in too deep to stop now.
Brent bent and helped her out of her shoes before tugging off her pants. She was only in her underwear when Brent stepped back, his gaze slowly exploring her body. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest and stomach and hide from his gaze. When she moved, Brent caught her arm, stopping her movement. Then his eyes met hers as he slid his hand down her arm to weave their fingers together.
After what seemed like too long a moment, he drew her close, running his fingers in her hair and gently tugging her head back.
“You are beautiful,” he said before smashing his lips to hers. There was no question, he was interested. She didn’t know how much or for how long. Not that it mattered. He’d not promised her anything, and she hadn’t promised him more than just a kiss and some cake. They were two people who knew each other in a casual sense. He’d started coming to her shop and buying coffee, tipping great, worked in some form of property management, and he was fit, other than the little she knew, she had no clue who he was. This was sex, and she’d walked into it with her eyes open. If all she got was one night of passion that was fine.
The kiss ended, and he stepped back, his gaze fixed on her eyes. “Seriously, you are beautiful, but if you don’t want this to go further, just say the word. I’ll give you your clothes back, and you can leave.”
“You wouldn’t be mad?”
His gaze narrowed, and his brows knit closer together. He looked almost devastated as he shook his head. “Mad, no. Disappointed as heck, yes.”
She reached up and popped the top button on his shirt then the next. He kept his eyes on hers as she worked her way through his buttons, opening his shirt. She glanced down and was rewarded with the sight of his bare chest which had a light dusting of hair. The look only enhanced his pecs and made her wetter. His six pack abs were magnificent. He was cut like only a model would be. This was the closest she’d ever been to a man this fit. Her heart sped up, and she bit her lower lip as she trailed a finger down his chest.
“I take your touch to mean you don’t want to stop.”
She shook her head. “No. No way do I want to stop.”
“Good, because I really want you.”
He picked her up, and she shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder. One hand wrapped around her thighs as his other hand came up and tugged at her underwear as he slid a finger over her bare ass.
“Put me down, I’m too heavy,” she cried out.
“Not even close, darling.” Brent chuckled as he carried her to the bedroom where he flipped on the lights before dropping her to the bed. Dropping may have been too harsh of an assessment. She only bounced a little before she lifted on her elbows and watched as he reached for her panties and drew them down her legs, going slowly. Before they were off, he licked his lips and she shuddered. Desire poured off him.
Exposed to him, she was glad she’d shaved. A small part of her had hoped for something like this, but she never imagined he wanted her. Brent was so far out of her league she couldn’t believe he was really doing this. Had nothing happened, she would have been disappointed. Of course, she would have lied to herself as she baked a batch of cinnamon chocolate chip pecan cookies, claiming them for the store as she ate half the batch while she cried fat tears. But now, with Brent staring at her body, she was relieved she’d taken the time to trim things up.
Brent knelt between her legs and held eye contact as he lowered to kiss her belly. She groaned as his lips worked down her body, his tongue licking over spots he grazed with his teeth. She gasped as he licked just above her belly button but yelped when he nibbled her hipbone.
He chuckled and then moved lower, kissing his way to her center. Just before he made it to her clit, he glanced up, catching her gaze. One side of his lips quirked up as he slid his tongue out and flicked it over the top of her slit. She dropped her head and moaned as he pushed her legs farther apart and buried his head there. His skilled tongue flattened and slid over her clit in a long lick, leaving her breathless. He sucked on her, making her arch off the bed. It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her and she wasn’t sure if anyone had done it as well as Brent. She felt like she was about to shatter into a million pieces.
He touched her inner thigh with his fingers before moving them to her opening and pressing in. With his mouth on her and his fingers in her, heaven had come to earth. He still had his pants on and she was ready to come. Too much time had passed since her last orgasm induced by a real live human for her to hold off. No one, not even her last long term boyfriend, which had been years ago, had caused her to come this fast. Her fingers wove through Brent’s hair, holding him tight as she whimpered unintelligible words. She pulsed against his tongue as she came.
Brent moved fast, discarding his shoes and pants before stretching out beside her. His lips tasted of her and when she opened for him, his tongue had her essence on it too. She shivered as his fingers trailed down her body and back up, swirling patterns on her skin as he caressed her. When he teased her nipples, she almost came unglued. He worked her to a state of passion where she was on edge again. Brent hadn’t stopped kissing her, and she was surprised when he rolled on top of her and pulled her knee up, his cock at her entrance.
“Condom,” she squeaked out.
“Always, sweetheart,” he uttered just before sliding in.
Lost in desire and overwhelmed by the orgasm he’d given her, she hadn’t gotten a look at him, but if how he felt was any indication, he was big. She gasped as he rocked his hips forward then pulled back, stilling as their gazes locked. No words came to mind as he paused above her. His gaze stayed steady as he slid in, going deep and grinding before pulling out. She held on to his forearms, knowing another orgasm was close.
Four
Brent still stared into Jen’s eyes, taking her in as he pumped in again. Intoxicated by her beauty, he couldn’t even contemplate looking away. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide as he pushed in again. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get enough of her.
Her fingers pressed on his back and then he swiveled his hips the other way and her nails dug into his flesh. She gasped then her eyes rolled up in her head as she clutched him tighter.
He lowered and kissed her neck but couldn’t go any lower or he’d risk pulling out and this was one connection he didn’t want to lose. This woman was a huge surprise. He’d thought she was cute, sexy, smart, but she was so much more. She left him wanting, and they weren’t even close to being done.
He used his muscles and flipped them over so she was on top. It took her a few seconds to adjust to riding him, her hands splayed out on his chest. Once they had a good rhythm, her gaze dropped to his body, and she
stared with open admiration. He was in heaven watching her bounce, her breasts moving in rhythm to their movements.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful body as she rode him. She was delicious, and he had no doubt she would prove herself to continue to be delicious every time they did this. He hoped there was a next time. The pressure was incredible, and then she lowered and kissed his chest. The change in angle drove him crazy. He clutched her waist, holding her still as he slammed into her, his balls so tight he thought he would lose his mind. He was falling over the edge and his mind blanked as bliss took over. It was a devastatingly sweet release, leaving him limp as a noodle and gasping for breath.
Jen was panting on top of him, her body draped across his. He grunted as he slipped out, wishing he could just stay inside her forever. With a gentle push, he rolled to the side, easing her to the mattress before he removed the condom and dropped it on the floor.
He turned back to her and pulled her into a hug. His chest expanded as she rested her head on his arm. It felt right to be so close to her. For far too long she’d been across the counter at the bakery and out of his reach. Now she was in his arms and he couldn’t get over how amazing she felt. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and down her arm, finally coming to rest on her hip.
“You were amazing.” He leaned in and kissed her nose.
“Thank you, but I think you were the amazing one. What we did was incredible.”
He couldn’t help the smile on his lips or the pride he felt. Their date had gone much better than he’d thought it would. For a woman he’d thought not interested in him, she proven to be a huge surprise.
“This wasn’t at all what I expected when you agreed to come over.” He pulled her closer.
“What did you expect?”
“Honestly, I didn’t think you were even interested in me. I’m happy we did this, but I’m shocked you even wanted to even kiss me. I mean, you’re so…so.”