Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles)

by Decevito, Carey

  She whimpered when I slid a hand inside her bra to cup one of her breasts and rubbed my thumb against her taut nipple while the other wrapped around her stomach and pulled her tight against my body.

  I licked down her neck and said, “What do you want, baby?” She shivered.

  I took my hand away from her breast and ran it down her smooth stomach, heading south. She moaned when I cupped her sex over the skirt of her dress. Her ass arched into my growing erection.

  “Fuck me, please,” she said as her hands tightened on the cool granite countertop. “I-I need you in me.”

  “I would love to, baby, but we have dinner to prepare.” I tried to keep the laughter that wanted to escape at bay but the teasing smile on my face was far from erasable.

  I got the exact response I figured I’d end up with.

  “Why you-” Alissa turned to face me and smacked me across the chest. When she wound up to push me away, lustful want and sexual frustration in her eyes, I grabbed her wrist. With my free hand, I grabbed her jaw in a firm grip, my thumb spreading and feeling her thumping pulse, and looked into her eyes. “A little game or two never hurt anyone, plus, I love it when you’re this needy,” I said before crashing my mouth to hers.

  I bit her lower lip and licked it to ease the sting. Her cry indicated that she enjoyed the way I was man-handling her.

  I grabbed her hips, turned us so her rear faced the kitchen island and backed her up until she was barricaded between my arms. Her arms bent at the elbows as she used her forearms to pull my head closer to her face while she devoured my mouth. My hands rubbed down her sides until I had reached the hem of her dress. I began to hoist the garment up and around her hips, and squeezed her tight ass.

  She gasped at my roughness and I pulled away long enough to see the surprised look on her face which faded into pure animalistic lust. Sitting her on the counter’s edge, I kissed her hard and fierce, supporting the back of her neck as I lay her down on its surface.

  Now this is a buffet.

  I reached for her lacy grey thong and pulled it down her legs, kissing, licking and nipping the inside of her thighs, feeling her lean muscles tense.

  I peered up at her, lost and enjoying the erotic sensations I had brought forth.

  Reaching for the barstool, I sat myself down, lifting her legs over my shoulders to marvel at the sight of that glistening core of hers. “Your pussy is begging me to taste it, baby,” I said my voice hoarse with lust.

  “I need you, Pax.”

  I blew on her heated core and watched her lower lips tense up at the feel of the cool air. I gave her a long lick from bottom to top and felt her hips twitch in want under my hands.

  “Undo the rest of that blouse, sweetheart, I want to see those tits.”

  She did as I told her and I was glad to see it was a front clasped bra. I reached up and tackled it with one hand as it snapped open to either side of her, her speed insufficient for my liking.

  “Mmm…” I let my fingers skim over their perked tips before pinching one and twisting it causing her to arch her back. The motion caused her to jam those juicy folds of hers into my face.

  No longer able to resist, I grabbed onto her outer thighs, stuffed my face in that wet and swollen haven and began to feast. My lips sucked her clit, while I plunged a finger into her, arching it so it hit that sweet spot that seemed to make her detonate twice as hard. Her hands reached down to grip the edge of the countertop in an effort to brace herself.

  Her moans grew louder and when I looked up, her hands were pinching, tweaking, rubbing those pebbled peaks of hers as I lapped up every ounce of her juices. I added a second finger and then a thought hit me.

  I wonder…

  I continued to suck on her nub before removing my fingers from her core and proceeded to that tight puckering of skin in the folds of her ass cheeks. She was so far gone and the pulsating of her muscles was telling me that she was near eruption. I rubbed some of her juices around the tight hole before adding gentle pressure.

  She moaned loudly, her knuckles back to gripping the counter had turned white and she shocked me further when I felt her push onto my hand as if to pull me in faster as this new area I was exploring gave way with slight resistance.

  I thrust my finger in a gentle manner and felt the tension in that area ease, allowing me smoother movement. I now had a finger in both holes and my mouth was clamped down on her protruding bud. The sounds coming out of her would have brought me to my knees had I not been sitting.

  “Oh, God, Pax.”

  I hummed into her heat. Her body shuddered at the same time and both holes began to tighten and pulse in a rhythm around each digit. With a few additional thrusts, her body bucked off the counter and I heard the most amazing guttural cry of passion, followed by the largest squirt of juices I’d ever witnessed.

  I was so hard, it hurt.

  Withdrawing my hand from her dripping mound, I kissed up her bare stomach, past the valley of silken skin between her breasts, up to her neck and jaw. I captured her parted and swollen mouth in a slow sensual kiss. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she grabbed my face to hold me there. Alissa wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her high-heels into my ass, the pain from their jabbing me, made me want to rut against her like some kind of wild beast.

  I nuzzled her jaw. “Damn, baby,” I said, “that’s got to have been the hottest thing ever.”

  “What was that all about?” she asked.

  I sat her up and pecked her mouth. “Something new,” I said, “and by the looks of things, I’d say that you enjoyed it.”

  She traced my jaw with the tip of her index. “Mmm…now,” she gave me one of her mischievous smiles, “let me take care of you.”

  I groaned as she cupped me through my pants. “As much as I’d like that, I think maybe we should get a start on dinner,” I said. Her bold touch, if she kept it up any longer, would cause me to embarrass myself.

  She eyed me with a knowing grin. “Are you sure?” I would cave if I allowed her to continue but her firm rubbing felt so damn good.

  “You devil woman, it’s damn well near impossible to resist you.” I shook out my sex-addled brain and grabbed her wrist to still her hand and pulled it away. She gave me a disappointed look. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t going to be sore for resisting her. My dick was hard enough to knock nails into a board if I had the notion to do so. “There’ll be hell to pay later.”

  I groaned as I turned and walked to the sink to wash my hands, deciding that I already regretted my decision.

  “I’m counting on it,” she said.

  I heard her rustling in the background and assumed that she was straightening herself out. Footsteps stopped directly behind me and she hugged me from behind as I dried my hands off. Turning around in her arms, I was shocked that all she had on were her heels.

  Her hands went to work on my buttoned shirt and opened it.

  I growled. “Alissa.”

  She gave me a not so innocent pout. “What? I can’t wait for dessert and you can’t tell me that that is comfortable.” Her eyes moved downward. “Besides, you, Paxton, are the only thing I’m hungry for right now.” She gave me a sloppy kiss as she unfastened my pants.

  Before she could drop them and fall to her knees, I wrapped my hands around her upper arms to stop her. “Not here,” I said. “I don’t want that, sweetheart.” She eyed me as if I had rejected her, “not right now at least. I want you under me.” I kissed her, “No foreplay, baby, I want to be buried deep inside you and watch those eyes of yours darken and glaze over as I make you come.”

  “Well I’ve never-” she said and started doing up the button to my pants. I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist in her naked glory and I allowed her to direct me toward her bedroom.

  As I stepped inside her room, I was engulfed with all scents that comprised the woman in my arms.

  Her nimble fingers undid the button that sent my pants tumbling to the floor while I pulled my s
hirt over my head. I laid her down on top of the covers and removed my underwear, towering above her. I rolled on the condom I had in my pocket and met her gaze and held it. She extended her hand and I took it crawling upright on both knees between her legs, using my free hand to rub up the bare skin of her side.

  I released her hand and came to a hover above her.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said and dipped my head to take her lips softly with mine. Her hands trailed down my front, leaving a trail of fire that made me shudder when she reached my throbbing cock. She took it in her hand, guided me to her entrance and with her legs wrapped around me, she squeezed them forcing me inside her. I moaned in her mouth at her directed invasion to her swollen core.

  I stayed there, unmoving, while we indulged in each other’s mouths. Her legs slid off my hips and rubbed down the back of my calves. She smiled on my lips, contracting those internal muscles of hers. I got the hint and pulled back to thrust in hard causing her to grunt from my force.

  “I’ve missed this,” I said, “I’ve missed you, so much.”

  “Show me…please, Pax.”

  We found a slow and sensual rhythm, enjoying the feel of one another, getting reacquainted. She kissed my chest as I looked down, revelling in her softer side and I felt the tug at my heart. I brought my face down into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. I could feel her small spasms as my balls tightened.

  She cried out my name.

  Aiming to take us over the edge and leaving us in a puddle of spent energy, I thrust with purpose until I shattered with completion and joined her in post-coital bliss.

  “Alissa,” I said, my face sinking into the pillow next to her head. That satisfied sigh she let out made me want to give her a repeat performance and then some.

  I pulled out, Alissa groaning her displeasure. My shaft was still hard and as I wiped myself up and proceeded to pump myself as she watched, I made the call. “Sweetheart, I don’t think we’ll be making dinner tonight.”

  “Damn.” Her eyes rolled and she smirked up at me. “What do you have in mind?”

  “On all fours…now.” The woman moved as if my word was law.

  “I love it when you’re demanding,” she said, “it’s so...” My dick nudged her pussy’s entrance and she rocked hard toward the back as I began to piston into her with animalistic fervor, “sexy.”

  When my balls tightened and I knew that this was it. With the flick of my finger on her clit, she exploded around me causing me to follow her into oblivion.

  We collapsed to the mattress and I moved to her side so I didn’t crush her. I kissed the back of her shoulder.

  “Hungry?” she asked.

  “I am now,” I said.

  ***

  The rest of the evening was perfect except for the incessant ringing of Alissa’s cell-phone. After the fifth time her office had called, and she’d pushed them to voice mail, she apologized and turned the device off, leaving it on the kitchen counter.

  Alissa handed me a drink before sitting herself down and cuddling into my side to relax after eating.

  I looked down to find her eyes closed and asked, “Tired?”

  “I’m just comfortable,” she said.

  She opened her eyes and looked up at me. Those doe eyes of hers had me captivated. I kissed her forehead before smiling down at her.

  “I should bring you back with me,” I said and tightened my hold on her.

  She smiled. “Why’s that?”

  “You could clearly use some time away. And there’s the fact that Jasper asked that I bring him back something and I think the only thing he’d be happy with right now is you,” I said. “I’d have to say that having you nearby would make things easier.”

  I couldn’t be any more honest about that statement. Over the last month, our weekly pancake Skype dates had become a staple for the three of us. I loved the interaction between Alissa and Jasper about as much as I loved being with her.

  The woman was incredible with my son. There was even a night a few weeks ago, where I had tried to lull my little guy with a couple of bedtime stories and viewing that photo book Alissa had made him. It was past ten o’clock and he refused to go to bed without speaking with her first since we had missed that weekend’s pancake date due to her being out of town. I didn’t know that the tyke could miss someone that much with such a short stent of knowing them and it cut me. I gave in, calling her. It had been the only thing that worked and thankfully, my boy had fallen asleep before we had hung up. Since then, every so often, I’d call her just so Jasper and she could talk. The weekly Skype dates were no longer enough for my four-year-old boy either.

  “I love that boy.” She absentmindedly rubbed a hand over my chest.

  “I think I might have some competition,” I said and clasped her wandering hand.

  “Poor guy,” she looked up at me, “how will you ever move on?”

  I laughed. “Move on?” I pushed her back onto the couch and covered her body with mine as I began tickling her sides. Her playful giggle was contagious and I found myself laughing about as loud as she was.

  “P-Pax!” she said, “s-stop! I c-can’t breathe!”

  “I don’t have to move on, you’re mine and I’m staking my claim right here, right now,” I said laughing.

  “W-what?” she said between winded giggles. My tickles stopped and I pulled back.

  “You heard me,” I said. “You know Jasper, he never quits until he gets what he wants. Where do you suppose he gets that from?”

  “Are you asking me to break a four-year-olds’ heart by telling him he can’t have me because I love his daddy?” Just as quick as she’d said it, she slapped a hand to her mouth. “Oh, God!” Her face turned a bright crimson. She rushed to push me back and get out from under me.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” I said. First, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her back down so we were face-to-face. The second thing I did was grab her wrist to pull her hand away from her mouth and then the other one to pin them both on either side of her head so she couldn’t escape me.

  “Pax,” she said, her head shaking from side to side, “I’m-”

  “Don’t say it,” I warned. I knew that she was going to try and take it back.

  “It’s too soon, it’s too much…dammit, why did I have-”

  I kissed her hard, that cute scrunching of her nose that she does to go along with her flustered ramblings had been too much.

  “Shut up,” I said against her lips. I nuzzled her nose.

  “I-”

  “Alissa,” I pulled away so I could see her face and I sighed, “honey, calm down.”

  I released her wrists and framed her face with my hands.

  “But-” I hushed her up with my lips again. I poured every ounce of what I felt for this woman into my kiss as her lips moved in sync with mine.

  When I pulled away from her, her eyes were hazed and a shaky breath fanned over my face. I smiled.

  “Please don’t take it back,” I said, my fingers brushed her cheek as I stared into her eyes. “You have no idea how relieved I am.”

  “Why?”

  “I feel the same way,” I said. “How couldn’t I? It took you to be around Jasper for what, less than five minutes before he adopted you as his new best friend? Watching you two together…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I never thought he would bond with any other woman but his own mother, I think it’s impossible not to fall for you. I never asked for this to happen, nor did you but it did, Allie.” I took a deep breath. “You have the largest heart out of anyone I know, excluding my mother of course.” She laughed. “You’ve been there for me when most would have run. You faced off with Julie without knowing how you truly felt about me, about us. You have no idea how you affect people with-”

  Her hand stopped me before our lips collided in a short kiss.

  “Shh,” she said, “I get it.”

  “Damn, I love you,” I said.

  She grinned. “I think we’ve establ
ished that.” She pushed me back so she could sit down facing me. I pulled her so she was back into the crook of my arm and smiled at her before kissing her forehead.

  “How ‘bout that movie?” I asked.

  “I think I’d rather go to bed and have you hold me.”

  My smile broadened into a grin and I said, “I think that can be arranged.”

  Chapter 14

  I was on fire. Everything burned. As the fog subsided from my mind, I knew for a fact that whatever was happening right now was far from a dream. Fucking hell! My ears picked up the slightest slurping sound. She hummed around me and then when she grazed her teeth along the length of my shaft, my hips shot up off the mattress.

  “Oh, God,” I said, “Alissa.”

  She increased her rhythm once I spoke, her fingernails scraping my abs, adding to the quickly overwhelming sensations.

  I cursed the sheets that she was hidden under. I would have appreciated watching her please me. My mind set itself to work, conjuring up the scene. I pictured her blonde hair, wild as if a hurricane had swooped in, her lips swollen from the friction against my length, her face flushed from her efforts. The more I thought about it, the more the image became vivid, taking a life of its own. The tense urge to explode grew with her every stroke.

  “Oh,” I said drawled out, I tried to hold off on my release, wanting to prolong the bliss if only for a little while but the woman knew what she was doing. With one last hum, a few lashes of her tongue and some suction around the tip- “Fuck, Allie!” I shot off like a rocket.

  She made her way back up, trailing kisses from my stomach, to my chest, my neck and nibbled on my jaw. I was aching for a taste of her seductive mouth.

  “That’s one hell of a wake up call,” I said huskily when she zoned in for my lips.

  “I thought you’d appreciate it,” she said. “Breakfast?”

  I kissed her hard and quick. “Yeah.”

  She made her way to the bathroom shoving a satin baby blue nighty over her head.