Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles)

by Decevito, Carey

  “I have a plan for us, Allie.” I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it before releasing it with a pop. She moaned. “You say we’re friends with benefits?” She nodded with hesitance, “but you’ve also called yourself my girlfriend.” My heart swelled when there was no hesitation this time. “Sweetheart, we have a bit of a dilemma here,” I said and took her other nipple and inflicted the same treatment I had to the other. “Here’s what I propose but open your eyes first.” I waited for her to do so. “By the end of this week, we’ll know which one of those it’ll be, that, I swear to you.” I kissed her hard at first and then softened my assault before pulling back.

  “Pax-”

  “This is for you, baby,” I said gruffly. “Tonight, I show you how hot you make me. Tomorrow, you’ll know how beautiful you are to me.” Our eyes connected and I was entranced by those bright blue orbs of hers, mixed with softness and potent lust. “Now, close your eyes again but this time, tell me what you want from me.”

  I licked a trail back down to between her breasts. My mouth found a nipple and flicked it with my tongue while pinching the other one and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

  “That,” she said, panting as I continued. I nipped her and she yelped.

  “You’re delicious,” I said and blew hot air, making her peak stiffen up before I moved to the other.

  “Oh, God,” she said and moaned as I took the other in my mouth. “Pax! Oh…I don’t think-”

  I pulled away. “That’s just it, baby, don’t think, just let go and feel,” I said. I bit down and laved the pert nub to soothe the sting. Her body gave way, turning boneless in my arms, the orgasm that raked through her body being one of total submission. “Good girl,” I said as I trailed down lower, her hands grasping my head as if trying to guide me to a new destination. “Tell me,” I licked around her navel, “where?” My tongue dipped into the hollow of her bellybutton.

  “I-I…”

  I hovered, my mouth over her covered pussy which was pungent and drenched from her overflowing nectar and blew.

  No answer.

  I knew that she wanted me to eat her out but I refused to give in to my urges if she couldn’t voice hers.

  “Gah!” she said when I moved down and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Pax!”

  “Tell me,” I said with a growl as I kept moving away from her core but pressed my thumb to it and swiped it upward until I felt her swollen bud pulse beneath it.

  “I-I…” she said again. I pinched her protruding clit and bit down on one of her thighs, causing her calming orgasm to pick up in intensity.

  “More,” she said, “I want…” She was panting.

  “You want what, Allie?” I kept up with the rubbing of her throbbing clit, extending her climax, her legs twitching.

  “Fu-” she said. “I...” She swallowed. “I want to feel…”

  “You want to feel what?” I asked. “I want to taste you baby but I can’t do that until you-”

  “Eat me! Fucking eat my pussy, Pax!”

  My shaft went from concrete to steel within a fraction of a second with her vulgarity. She was normally too shy to use such language or so she’d confessed before. Well, she sure as hell wasn’t shy now, unleashing some of her inhibitions.

  “Your wish is my command, sexy,” I said, looking at her flushed face of carnal exasperation and grinned, knowing that I had been the one to put that look there.

  “Pax…now,” she practically growled, animalistic heat overwhelming me.

  My hands grabbed the thin lace at her hips and tore her underwear down the middle, exposing the flesh I so yearned to sink into. I had a moment of guilt for destroying her lingerie—a short-lived one.

  I’ll just buy her a matching set later.

  I delved into her folds, lapping up her juices. “Mmm.”

  “Oh!”

  Her hips arched up which granted me better access and I felt the sudden urge to speed things along. My tongue plunged into her depths as I used my thumb to tweak her clit. I switched and plunged a finger into her, massaging that sweet spot inside her while I sucked her hard and swollen bud.

  When I felt her muscles tighten around my finger, I pulled them out and with my one free hand I pushed down my boxer briefs to mid-thigh, all the while keeping my mouth on that little jewel of hers.

  “I need you to come for me, baby,” I said. I massaged her clit with my thumb and thrust a finger inside her. “Make yourself come with my hand.” She began to ride like a sex-crazed kitten as I tried to shimmy my underwear the remainder of the way off.

  “Baby,” I said and felt her buck up and boil over onto my hand.

  “I need you in me right the fuck now,” she demanded before I could ask her what she wanted next.

  I leaned over her, grabbed the condom from the drawer and slipped it on. I arched her hips up by grabbing hold of her butt and slammed myself into her throbbing core in one swift motion, almost sending myself over the edge in the process.

  “Oh, God!” I swear I could hear the walls shake.

  Teeth grinding, I stayed buried to the hilt, unmoving. Her legs wrapped around my waist and locked into a vice-like grip.

  “What’s-”

  “Fuck me, Pax,” she said before I could finish.

  I pulled back and gave her a hard thrust and asked, “Like that?” She nodded. “Open your eyes, baby, I want you to watch as my cock plunges into that tight cunt of yours, see the look of pure ecstasy break out when I take us both over the edge. I want you to come with me but only when I tell you to.”

  I watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open, her breath labored, and sweat glistening over her body. The sight of her tits bouncing around was disrupted as she rubbed a hand down her middle to massage her clit while she held her gaze on me. Her other hand moved to one of her breasts and massaged it.

  “Fuck, Allie,” I said through a clenched jaw as I continued to thrust. Her passage was threatening my length and causing my balls to tighten up much quicker than I would have liked.

  “Harder,” she said.

  She had me entranced with her own ministrations that I couldn’t do anything but control the pace, so I gave in. Her cries began to escalate and her internal muscles gave me their sign of impending eruption.

  “Come,” I said, “come with me, Allie, now.” I cried out with her, exploding as she milked every bit of my juices. “Oh, God, baby!” I slowed my thrusts, our erratic tremors ebbing.

  When our breathing stabilized, our eyes connected again and a blush covered her entire body.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I said. “That was intense.” I growled into the aggressive kiss I delivered her.

  I rolled onto my back and pulled her so her head lay on my shoulder, while I ran an open palm down her back and let it settle at the base of her spine.

  “I think I might be addicted to you by the week’s end,” she said, causing both of us to laugh.

  “I think I might have to tie you to my bed to make you stay,” I rebutted. She shivered in my arms. “You, like that idea.” It hadn’t been a question, more of an observation.

  After a bit of playful banter, I turned off the lights and we settled under the sheets. I held onto Alissa, my body started to lull and sleep claimed me. The last thing I remember was the distinct feeling of warm lips over my heart.

  Chapter 8

  It was just before seven when I woke and the sun was peeking through the edges of my curtained window. I turned to find Alissa on her stomach, the sheets lowered to just above her bare bottom. Her eyelashes fluttered, brushing against the tops of her cheeks and a smile graced her face.

  Must be a good dream.

  I scooted closer to her and my fingers traced the delicate edges of her shoulder blades, making their way down her spine. She shivered when my fingers reached the edge of her breast. Her arms were tucked under her pillowed head. Even in her sleep she responded in a way I had never seen another woman do so with me before.
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br />   I thought of the previous night and the things that we had done, things that I had said and done to her. I couldn’t explain where the guts to do so had come from. In all of my thirty-four years, I had never once been that kinky or demanding in bed. It had felt liberating to say the least and I hoped to pull a repeat session with her sometime soon.

  My focus now returned to the present, I noticed her blue orbs staring back with that amused smirk of hers splayed on her lips. “I have to say that the sight of you in thought like that first thing in the morning makes for quite a picture,” she said.

  “Good morning,” I said and kissed her cheek.

  A strand of her blonde hair fell in her face and I brushed it off to the side, tucking it behind her ear. My eyes never left hers.

  “Good morning,” she said. She blushed and buried her head into the pillow with a groan.

  “What’s that for?”

  “I was thinking about what we did last night,” she said into the pillow.

  I laughed. “I take it that you enjoyed it?”

  She lifted her head. The twinkle in her eyes had returned. “Enjoyed, you could say that, more like over-indulged. I’m a little sore because someone used me well last night.”

  “I think I can finagle a cure that might help with that,” I said, “for later.”

  ***

  It was a sweltering day out again and even though we didn’t feel up for an outing, I recommended the beach. Based on the make out session we had over trying to put breakfast together, and again when we attempted to do the dishes, it was a safer bet to spend some time outside—in public—where we couldn’t jump each other like animals.

  I ogled her as she removed her sundress and revealed her curves in the purple bikini she wore underneath. The thing didn’t leave much to the imagination but enough that I wanted to kiss, caress, and tantalize the silken golden skin that lay beneath. What was up with me? It was as if I was some sex-crazed teenager all over again.

  I groaned. “I’m starting to think that maybe the beach wasn’t the smartest of ideas.”

  Her dress hit my face as she laughed. “Are you done pervin’?”

  I caught the garment before it fell to the sand and let it drop onto the blanket we had spread.

  “I’m just getting started,” I said. “A man’s got to look when there’s a gorgeous woman standing right in front of him.” I took my sunglasses off, slipped my t-shirt over my head, popped my shades back on and pulled the rest of the shirt off of my arms. “And you’re better?” I asked and took the few steps to stop in front of her with her appraising gaze.

  Her cheeks pinked. “You know you like it.”

  She shoved me back playfully before walking off toward the water; the sway of her hips accentuated to tease me. Damn!

  I ran toward her, picking her up like a sack of potatoes and threw her over my shoulder. Her shriek of surprise had me laughing.

  I smacked her butt.

  “Hey!”

  “That’ll teach you to walk away from me,” I said.

  “Put me down, Pax.” She pounded my behind and when I didn’t relent, she pinched my cheeks, making me trip and both of us fell into the knee-high water.

  I surfaced first and didn’t see her in the water beside me. She jumped on my back and wrapped her legs around my waist. I started to drop but recovered in time. We giggled as I walked us into deeper waters.

  I shook her off making her topple backwards. She was still chuckling when she surfaced. I stopped laughing, captivated by the water beading off of her like jewels sparkling under the sun.

  Next thing I knew, she ducked under the water, grabbed onto my hips, brushing her body up against the front of me as she resurfaced. Her face stopped mere inches from mine, filled with unbridled satisfaction.

  “You little minx,” I said. I was hard again—hell, I don’t I had even fallen out of my state of arousal since waking.

  She grinned. “Me?” Her hip nudged my pelvis.

  “I think you know exactly what you just did. That innocent façade of yours can’t fool me one bit.”

  “And I think you need to cool off,” she said and jumped up to dunk me.

  We played like that for a while. As simple and childish as it was, it had been the most fun I’d had with a woman in years. The entire visit had been like that so far. It baffled me that something so simple made me happy and the look of enjoyment on her face made it all the better.

  Alissa was doing the starfish, floating on her back when I crept between her legs. She jumped and her head nearly sunk underwater as I grabbed hold of her thighs, securing her legs around my waist. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up so she could wrap them around my neck. My hands held and squeezed her butt.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, “and even more now with that blush of yours.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.” She laughed and let her forehead fall onto my shoulder as I rubbed her core through her bottoms. What? I couldn’t help myself.

  “Mmm...” She squirmed. “Not here?” She pulled away to look around before looking me in the eyes.

  “Was that a question or a statement of preference, honey?”

  I figured I’d test the proverbial waters when she didn’t answer right away.

  My eyes locked on her lips and I went for it. She sighed into my mouth when I opened for her. We took our time. It was nice. I was swimming in all things Alissa.

  Her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her front as close as possible to mine. The feel of her peaked nipples over my bare chest heated me up more than the sun ever could. My hands left her derrière and rubbed up her back and settled on either side of her neck with my thumbs rubbing just below her jaw. She nuzzled my nose.

  I stood there with her wrapped around me, trapped in our moment.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

  “How wonderful that was, how happy, comfortable and relaxed I feel,” she said.

  “How are those muscles doing?” I asked. “Better?” She nodded.

  If there was something I appreciated more than Alissa’s physical attributes and her sense of humor, it was her blunt honesty and her willingness to speak her mind.

  “I’m glad,” I said. “What do you say we get out of here?”

  ***

  Bocconcino, although slightly upscale, was a favourite dinnertime haunt of mine that served the best Italian food. It was also where I planned on taking Allie for dinner if she’d hurry up. I sat in the living room, waiting.

  Before I could check up on her, I turned to find her standing before me in a strapless fire-engine red number that could make a blind man turn his head and claim that his vision had returned. One word came to mind—hot.

  She grinned. “I guess this’ll do.” I had yet to say anything.

  Collecting my thoughts and closing my mouth, I walked up and kissed her on the cheek. “You look gorgeous,” I said in her ear.

  Her warm breath fanned up my neck. “Oh good,” she said, “I thought it wouldn’t meet your standards.” She pulled away with a small laugh and laced her arm around mine. “You ready?”

  We were seated at the rear of the restaurant in a rounded sofa booth. After a bottle of wine and a few antipasti, we were served our main courses.

  Opting to share a dessert, I let Alissa pick something—torta di ricotta. As we waited for it, she shifted in her seat. Her thigh pressed against mine, her elbow was propped on the back of the sofa and she leaned forward as if studying me. I set my goblet down and smiled, her eyes set on mine in an assessing way.

  “Spill, what’s going on in that sexy mind of yours?” I asked.

  She grinned at my inquiry. “How there seems to be many sides to you that I don’t know yet,” she said, “but despite that, I feel like you’re one of the simplest men I’ve ever met.”

  I draped an arm over the back rest and feathered my fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder. My eyes followed the lazy action before returning to her gaze.


  “I am a simple guy,” I said. “I live a quiet life ruled by my job and my son.”

  “And your writing.”

  I smiled. “That too.”

  The waiter came around and deposited the Italian cheesecake between us with two forks. Alissa grabbed one and handed it back to the waiter. She winked at me. “We’ll only need the one,” she said. The man nodded and left.

  I shook my head at her. “You manage to surprise me at every turn.”

  She dug into the cake and brought the fork to my lips. “You’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you?”

  “I’m only stating what I’ve observed,” I said. She looked down and her face darkened but for a short moment. “What’s that look for?” I reached for her chin and tilted it. “Alissa, please don’t hide from me. I don’t know everything about your past but I know enough. It seems like you’ve never been good at taking compliments.”

  “You could say that.”

  She tried to feed me another bite but I took the fork from her and set it down.

  She sighed at my forcing her to talk. “I’m used to the whistles, the cat-calls, the sexually overt comments.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not that I can’t take compliments, it’s just that yours...”

  “Aren’t what you’re used to,” I finished for her and she nodded. “You’ve never heard anything sincere, huh?”

  She acquiesced and looked past me. “Not from men I’ve dated. You’re different than the others.”

  “Maybe that’s what you need.”

  Her eyes came back to mine. “What do you mean?”

  “Maybe you need someone who’ll pay you a compliment with sincerity more often than not,” I said, “someone you can talk to, laugh and cuddle with into the wee hours of the morning, someone who cares how your day has gone and who’s there to kiss and hug the stress of that day away or listen to you rant,” I kissed her nose, “and I know that at the end of the week, you’re not going to be able to let go of all of this like you thought you could, I sure as hell know I can’t and the week’s not up yet.”

  I heard her breath catch and she shifted in her seat again. “Where is this coming from, Pax?”