Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles)

by Decevito, Carey

  I snapped the elastic to her underwear and her laughter ceased. “These have got to come off,” I said. My fingers slid to the sides of her hips and began tugging at the undergarment.

  I kissed downward, vowing that I’d return to her breasts after paying my respects to the rest of that beautiful body of hers. The closer I got to her core, the more I smelled her arousal. It made me want to hurry things along.

  When my boxer briefs were off, I towered over her on my knees taking in the sights. Her hips were wide, waist narrow. Built like the finest sports car—those curves of hers could make any grown man obsessive about running their hands all over them. Her womanhood, well, let’s just say that I could see myself spending all night in that haven. Shaved, smooth as a baby’s bottom and its juices were begging me to take her in my mouth and ravage her until she screamed out my name—repeatedly.

  Our eyes met when I brought my face to hers. “You’re beautiful.”

  I smiled at her blush, kissed her nose and went to work.

  From her lips, I trailed kisses, licks and bites along with letting my hands and fingers do some of the talking down her torso. Her breathing picked up, her body wriggled as she attempted to bury her butt into the mattress. She was at my mercy.

  I latched on to one of her pert nipples and sucked it in, nipping it before washing the sting away with my tongue. She gasped and her hands found their way into my hair, keeping me where I was for a while before guiding me to the other to repeat my erotic punishment.

  “Pax…”

  I continued.

  Her hands left me to grasp the linens. The moment I reached her navel, circling my tongue around it, my finger entered her and she exploded in her first orgasm. I smiled against her heated skin.

  When she began to descend, I thrust a second finger into her, feeling her muscles clamp down on me in tiny little tremors. She was tight, hot, and smelled divine.

  “I need to taste you.” I slipped my tongue between her folds and swiped it up to her nub. Her thighs twitched and she let out a deep guttural moan. Her hips began to lift off the mattress, urging me deeper. I used my free hand to push them back down before pressing my lips to her clit and sucking. I savoured her essence.

  “Oh! Oh, God! Pax!” Tremors climbed up in intensity inside her depths and I pulled my fingers out, letting my tongue give her one last pleasurable lick which made her body shiver from head to toe. “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t wait,” I said. I climbed up to kneel right at the junction between her thighs. She looked at me with urgency and grabbed on to my dick, pumping it.

  My head tilted back and my eyes had begun rolling into the back of my head. I was at her mercy and so aroused for her that it hurt.

  “Allie, you need to stop,” I stilled her hand, “or you’ll put an end to this before it really begins.” I reached over to the drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a condom.

  She grabbed it from me. “Let me.”

  Sweet mercy!

  With my hand over hers, we both guided me to her entrance. I pushed into her and watched as her eyes began to roll back and close.

  I stopped mid-way inside her and kissed her long and hard. “Look at me,” I said and nuzzled her nose. She obliged, releasing my cock and running her hands up my chest as I filled her. “Fuck.” I felt myself bottom out as she took me to the hilt. I groaned. “Baby, you’re so tight.” I remained stationery and washed tender kisses all over her face while her fingers caressed my scalp and my urgency to spill myself ebbed some.

  She moaned into the side of my neck when I shifted and she wiggled around slightly. “Pax…I…I can’t…” She arched her hips into me and our pelvises pressed closer. “Please.”

  I began to thrust, pulling myself out and then pushing back into her heat until I bottomed out again. Her hips ground against mine in a circular motion, our gazes fused to one another as the tension built.

  Alissa met with every one of my thrusts, our rhythm increasing with our needs. I was dying to feel her clamp down on me, my urge to spill growing dangerously close.

  “Damn, Allie,” I said as she brought a hand down between us and began to massage her clit. My eyes went wide at the show. “Baby, I need you to come. I can’t last much longer.” I picked up the pace. “Not with you doing that.” Her body was writhing in ecstasy and I shifted to hit her g-spot on the next few thrusts.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes! Pax!”

  Her climax caused her insides to grip me like a vise, squeezing me until all it took was a few more thrusts before I cried out my release, extending hers.

  Spent, I collapsed letting my face fall into the crook of her neck. My entire body quivered every time I felt an aftershock-type tremor from her core.

  I pulled back to kiss her lips and she graced me with a smile. “That was amazing,” she said.

  “Mmm…” I nuzzled her nose before rolling us over to tuck her into my side. She released a contented sigh.

  I hadn’t realized, until then, that I’d missed the post-coital closeness that one could share with another person. Looking down, Alissa had fallen asleep. I kissed the top of her head and revelled in the contentment I felt. Soon enough, the darkness of slumber fell upon me and whisked me away.

  Chapter 4

  I woke up, my arm numb with the annoying sensation of pins and needles. I was about to roll over when I realized I had, something or rather, someone weighing me down.

  Last night’s events came flooding back like a freight train. The scent of her shampoo fluttered through the air, courtesy of my open window, and my heart began to flutter. I turned to look at Alissa who was curled up in a ball, on her side and smiled.

  It wasn’t a dream.

  I pulled her back into my chest and she uncurled her body allowing it to lean into me. Kissing her shoulder, I settled my head down with my cheek pressed against the back of her head, forgetting all about my dead arm and closed my eyes.

  Just a bit longer.

  Alissa stirred. I groaned when she performed a small cat stretch that propelled her butt into my crotch. The sensation made me dizzy with lust and I felt my cock harden. I was thankful that she had rolled over onto her back so I didn’t have to embarrass myself.

  I smiled down at her. “Good morning.”

  “Hi.” She returned my smile and rolled onto her side to hug me. Her head pulled away as she looked up at me, her brow arched and she giggled. “Well, someone’s happy this morning.”

  “Ignore him.” I laughed and kissed her forehead. Pulling her closer, she groaned. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I just need the bathroom.”

  Jumping out of bed, she grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around herself before disappearing into the bathroom.

  I rolled onto my back and laced my fingers behind my head, thinking of what to do for the day. Rummaging through memories of various online conversations between us, I remembered that Alissa loved the outdoors so I figured that I’d conjure something up to do with one of our common interests.

  My mind was so busy finalizing the details to my plans that I hadn’t noticed her presence in the room until I felt the mattress dip beside me.

  “What are you thinking so hard about?” she asked.

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you and I can’t have that. I like you too much.” My free hand pulled on the sheet so it fell away from her. Quick as a cat, she bunched the material in a fist and clutched it to her chest but never made a move to tuck it back in.

  “That doesn’t seem like much fun.”

  “Exactly, hence why I’m not telling you,” I said.

  The glimmer of mischief filled her eyes. “I bet I could make you spill,” she said and let go of the sheet. It pooled around her butt and thighs. She sat there, hovering above me with dishevelled hair, her skin bared from the waist up.

  I swallowed hard. “A-and how would you do that?”

  You’ve got to love that feminine wile and
Alissa had it in spades.

  She laughed and traced her fingertips over my chest, down my stomach. “Oh, I have my ways,” she said and bit down on her lower lip. She kissed me nice and slow. “Mmm…” Pulling away before I had the chance to coax more out of her, she continued. “I guess I should get ready for whatever you have planned then.”

  She dismissed the sheet altogether, got up and I watched those naked hips of hers sway from side to side, heading toward the bathroom once more.

  I groaned and sat up. “Tease.”

  Turning to look at me over her shoulder, she said, “You can join me but only if you tell me what we’re doing, it’s that simple.” With that, she shut the door. Moments later, I heard the water turn on and debated if I should give in. Who was I kidding? Fuck it!

  I walked into the bathroom, pulled the shower’s sliding glass door to the side and attempted to get in there with her. The vixen stood in front of me, blocking the entrance with an expectant look and a prize winning grin. “You better be ready to talk, playboy.”

  I eyed her tanned legs and smirked. “You better be ready to spread ‘em, sweetheart.” She gasped at my retort. “We’re going for a ride after breakfast. I’m not telling you where except that we’ll be spending some time outside and I’m not looking to ruin the rest of my surprise if that’s alright with you. Happy now?”

  She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the shower with her. “No, not yet,” she said. Her lips crushed mine. I bit on that bottom lip she so loved to nibble on and she opened for me. I revelled in the feel of her velvet tongue against mine, the feel of her soapy wet skin, like silk against my roughened own as my arms surrounded her.

  “How ‘bout now?” I asked, trying to catch my breath, my hands loosening their hold to travel downward and clutch her butt.

  She giggled. “Just a bit,” she said while gesturing with her thumb and forefinger held a few centimeters apart. I arched my brow.

  Her arms pulled me back in and I denied her, presenting my cheek just before her lips met mine. She rebelled and got up on the tips of her toes, forced my head down and nipped my earlobe. I shuddered.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” I said with the side of my face pressed to hers, my knees feeling weak.

  “I think I have a slight idea.”

  Her hand lowered itself and left a wet, steaming trail down my front. She snaked it lower, grabbed my cock and began to pump. My jaw went slack and the hot water felt cold against my skin as the raging inferno within was fed. My eyes closed and my head tilted back. She had cocooned us into our very own bubble of bliss where I was only aware of the contact she had on my throbbing dick.

  My eyes snapped open. “Oh, God!” I said when I felt her lips wrap around the flesh that had made her scream out my name last night.

  I looked down and our eyes locked.

  She hummed around me and I felt my balls tighten. I strung my fingers through her wet hair. I was close…so close. She took me in as far as she could stand and I felt her throat muscles working as she swallowed me down further. The look of pure enjoyment and her fierce determination had me on the cusp.

  “Holy…mmm…Allie,” I rasped.

  Her teeth lightly grazing my length threw me over the edge. I exploded with a guttural moan that shook me to my core, my hands reaching out to either side of me to make sure I maintained my stance as she sucked, licked and swallowed me clean.

  When the urge to collapse receded, my hands released the walls and framed her face. Pure satisfaction graced her face and those swollen lips, those molten eyes made me pull her up to her feet for a searing kiss.

  “Now I’m happy,” she said before pecking me on the mouth and turning around. “Mind washing my back?”

  I stood there, dumbstruck. What the fuck was that? “You’re a devil woman, you know that?” I shook the carnal haze out of my brain and reached around her for the soap. “But it’s my turn now,” I whispered into her ear and watched the goose-bumps spread on her skin.

  “But-”

  “You’ve had your fun, baby, now it’s only fair if I get to have mine.”

  I lathered up her shoulders, moved to her back, her hips and snuck my hands around to spread the suds onto her toned stomach. Those globes of hers were next. At the first tweaking of one peak, she sucked in a sharp breath before melting into me and leaned her head back on my shoulder.

  “I hope you’re ready for this,” I said. I smiled at her subtle whimper.

  After working her nipples to a degree where I would qualify them able to cut glass, I glided my hand down to her folds. Sliding a finger into her, she clamped down on my intrusive appendage. A few thrusts was all it took before her knees gave out and I caught her, wrapping an arm around her torso and held her tight against me while my other hand continued its pleasuring wrath.

  She came with such ferocity that my ears were still ringing long after her cries had subsided.

  Gauging her stability, I turned her around and devoured her mouth as I turned the water off.

  “What do you think of brunch?” I asked as I slid the shower door open and reached for the two hanging towels. “That shower scheme of yours took away from our time to cook.

  She dabbed the terrycloth sheet to dry her skin then wrapped it around herself. “I think you might be on to something.” She eyed my still dripping body with a fiery gaze. “Cover up, will you or we’ll never leave this place.”

  “I think you might be right.”

  ***

  I was itching to see her reaction with what I had in store for us so when Alissa said she was finished eating, I left money on the table that would cover both the bill and leave our waitress with a hefty tip. I grabbed Alissa’s hand and rushed us out to my SUV and drove us to a ranch on the outskirts of town, thankful that no one was home when we arrived.

  She looked around after I’d helped her out of my car. “Where are we?”

  Her eyes were fixed on the fields of wild flowers. “You like?” She nodded. “It’s my parents’ place. I brought you here because we needed to pick up a more suitable ride for what we’re about to do, so come on.” I grabbed her hand and led her behind the barn.

  “What are you up to, Paxton Lowell?”

  I pushed the two heavy sliding doors sideways to reveal a four-wheeler.

  “Your chariot awaits, madam,” I said and broke down laughing at her wide-eyed look and the grin that followed it.

  “It explains why you told me not to wear anything nice. Let’s go!” She jumped up and hugged me with a light giggle. “I haven’t been on one of these in ages.”

  The notion of two thirty-something’s behaving like kids for a day was ridiculous but it was well worth it to see the bright smile on Alissa’s face. A smile I might add that had yet to disappear as we jumped on the machine and sped off through the fields.

  I drove on until we reached the edge of the forest and stopped where the bush trail started. “I hope you’re okay with getting messy.” I grinned over my shoulder. “It’s been raining a lot up until this week so I can promise that things are far from dry in there.”

  Her laugh was filled with mischief as she rubbed her hands together. “Do I look like I’m afraid of a little bit of dirt? The dirtier, the better!”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  A while later, we hit a slight snag; we’d reached the bottom of the gully but it proved a little deeper than I had remembered. My old Honda was stuck in the mud for the lack of a better description and I cursed selecting my old trail.

  “Don’t laugh or you’re walking back,” I said to a giggling Alissa. She kept laughing despite my warning while I got us to try and rock the wheeler back and forth to see if I could get enough traction to get us out. If anything, I made more of a mess which seemed to add to the hilarity of our situation. Despite my annoyance at our conundrum, I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. It was hard to stay frustrated with Alissa looking like she was having a ball.

  “You take the
wheel while I push,” I said and moved to step into the massive mud hole. “When I tell you, ease onto the gas. Don’t hit it too hard or else you’ll guarantee that we’re both walking back.” She nodded and I braced myself onto the rear rack. “Now!”

  Underestimating the touchiness of the throttle, the tires spun and the machine’s ass end sunk. We were as good as pedestrians. There was no way we were getting that thing out of there until things dried up.

  She turned and broke out into hysterical laugher. “Oh, crap, Pax!” She clutched at her stomach. I was covered from head to toe in mud, thanks to her. “I’m sorry.”

  “No you’re not,” I said but couldn’t contain my smirk before I allowed a small chuckle to escape. “Laugh now. Just you wait, you’ll get yours too.” I snickered as I tried to wipe as much of the mud off my face. “Damn stuff is as thick as tar.”

  I helped her off the bike so we could head back. As luck would have it, the moment she let go of my hand, she slipped. So sue me for standing there enjoying her misfortune; it was all in good fun. She squealed as she tried to right herself only to land back onto her ass again and the mud sucked her in deeper. It was my turn to bust a gut.

  “Karma’s a bitch,” I said in a singsong fashion.

  “Shut up.” She laughed as she took my outstretched hand again.

  “What?” I gave her my best angelic face and then grinned like the devil. “You know you’re enjoying this.” She was wiping the mud off her hands and onto her shirt.

  “Can’t say I wasn’t.” She looked up at me and grinned. “Next time, if you want to mud wrestle, just ask.”

  Damn this girl is fun.

  After a half hour trek, I suggested we take a small break when we’d reached the fields. I collapsed onto my back and pulled on her hand so she followed me down. She laid her head on my stomach, both of us staring up at the sky.

  I don’t know how long we were there for, but I was aware of the fact that the mud on my skin was pretty well caked on dry.

  “This shit is gonna be hell to take off,” I said.