by M. A. Ellis
“I left my wallet at Linda’s. I don’t have anything—”
“It’s fine. I’m…I’ve got it covered—” She curbed her explanation. There was no way in hell she was going to have an early-hysterectomy discussion with him while his beautiful cock was plastered against his stomach, a lone drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“I always use protection, Erin, so you don’t have to worry—”
“I’m not worried, I believe you. Just come down here and kiss me.”
He settled his big body over hers, resting on his elbows as he looked deep into her eyes and rocked his hips. His cock slid effortlessly over her slick pussy and he smiled, his sexy little dimple appearing once again.
“Just kiss you?” he teased.
“Fine. Kiss me and fuck me. Is that better?”
He chuckled. “I’d like it better if it was ‘kiss me and make love to me’ but I’m so hard I doubt you’re going to see my finest moment of longevity. Your pussy’s so tight, I’m giving myself less than thirty strokes before I blow. So it’s definitely going to be fucking.”
“That’s fine.” Erin smiled up at him and he shifted backward and grabbed her hips, going “no hands” to align his penis and push slowly into her body. His loud groan—and Erin’s softer one—blended into the most erotic sound she’d ever heard.
“Is it fine, Erin?” he asked, pinning her with his emerald gaze as he slowly withdrew then started to thrust again.
Erin rotated her hips, enjoying the way his eyebrows raised as he filled her.
“It’s really fine, Danny.”
Reassess. That was what he had to do. Right now. With her wet pussy clenched around his cock and his balls rolling into his body. Thirty strokes was a fucking pipe dream with her sexy little circles and suddenly seductive glance.
“Erin. Seriously. Don’t move for just a second…or sixty.”
She offered him a wide grin and his heart slammed against his ribs. She was beautiful. Face flushed, eyes sparkling. And she was his. For now. Hopefully for longer if he had his way. But she definitely needed a lesson in obeying because her hips hadn’t stopped moving yet and his cock was overriding his urge to tighten his grip and force her to keep her lower body still.
Damn, the things they could do. The things they could try together. He’d be willing to call in to work and take the next two weeks off just to start the exploration right this minute. Right after he got his impending premature release under control.
Conversation, dude. That’ll do it.
“Don’t you want to come again?” He pulled his cock nearly free of her body and then thrust into her with a force that had her eyes opening wide. “You keep that up and you’ll be left behind. I really can’t have that.”
“Can’t you?”
“No ma’am. I love the way you scream my name.”
She narrowed her eyes but didn’t respond.
“Too collegiate?” he teased.
“A tad. And I don’t need to come again. Not right now at least,” she said with a shy smile.
“Mmmm. Looking for the all-nighter, huh? I forgot my sleeping bag.” He offered another thrust, one that was totally controlled this time, loving the feel of her warm, slick walls gripping his cock. It had been years since he’d had the opportunity or the inclination to go bare and it was all the more perfect that it was Erin who was beneath him.
“As well as your wallet. Which means Linda thinks you’re just here visiting and will eventually show up once Laurel’s asleep.”
Shit.
That was the god’s honest truth and if Erin wasn’t the woman of his dreams, the thought would have probably had his cock shrinking to the point of non-performance.
“Yeah. She’s pretty predictable.” One more slow thrust and then he was going to have to pick up the pace. His balls were all but screamin’.
“Get a move on, boy genius.” Her hands slid over his back and landed on his ass.
He shifted his weight and pistoned his hips, driving into her in short, shallow strokes, hoping she’d go again. Her breathing changed, her nails dug into his ass and he drew from a reserve of self-control he didn’t know he had as he held his own release at bay. Her eyes drifted shut but opened a second later, her surprise evident.
He merely smiled and worked his cock head against her sweet spot until she clutched at him and he felt the first wave of her orgasm. Then he gave up. He thrust, deep and hard until his body burned and he finally let go, shooting his cum into her heat in a blinding release that had him contentedly watching tiny gray stars dancing across his closed eyelids.
“Wow.”
Her little whisper had him rolling to his back and taking her with him.
“Wow to the tenth power,” he added, brushing her hair behind her ears before cradling her face in his hands. He leaned in and gave her a soft, long kiss. Knowing he was about to do the one thing all the men’s magazines warned against. But he didn’t give a royal fuck because he was 100 percent certain that, at the moment, Erin was too blissful to find his words overly sensitive.
“Thank you, Erin.” He turned his head and placed a chaste kiss on her temple.
“Mmmm.” She curled herself along the length of his body, her warm breath teasing his nipple as she sighed. “My pleasure, Daniel.”
“Was it?” He laughed, looking down into her upturned face, loving the way delight shone in her eyes.
“Definitely. I think I’m going to have to do scene reenactments more often.”
She snuggled closer, resting her head on his shoulder, and Daniel smiled at the ceiling, more content then he’d ever been. He’d somehow lost sight of his mission—helping her with her hero’s mindset, finding out if she personally needed getting off in public… He couldn’t remember. He’d have time to reevaluate later. Right now he was where he’d dreamed of being. In bed with Erin in his arms. The thought of her being with anyone else sent a stab of unfamiliar jealousy through his body.
“Reenactments, huh? I’m your man, babe. Day or night.”
“But what if I need someone who isn’t tall?” she asked.
“I can walk around on my knees and pretend I’m Napoleon.”
“Or someone who isn’t awesomely attentive?”
“Then call me early in the morning before I’ve had that first shot of caffeine. It’s all about me until that point.” He laughed.
“What if I don’t have a need for someone who’s built like a god?” She placed her palm on his chest and he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger.
“Not to worry. I’m the devil personified at times.”
“Don’t I know it, Danny,” she replied, the smile evident in her voice making his own grin deepen. “Don’t I just know it.”
“Erin. Baby. Wake up. I’ve got to go.” Danny’s deep voice drifted through Erin’s mind and she blinked her eyes open in time to see him yawn.
“I must have dozed off for a minute.”
“Try twenty,” he laughed, disengaging his arm from around her shoulders as he sat up in the bed. “But no worries. I went down right after you.”
“Mmmm. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Erin rolled to her side then onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his body, resting the side of her head against his back. His laughter reverberated beneath her ear and she hugged him tighter, enjoying the faraway echo.
“Another hidden naughtiness I never knew about? Erin Benson, mistress of the innuendo.”
“Oh yeah. That’s me.” She reluctantly released him and they slid off opposite sides of her huge bed.
“Well, I can let the double-entendre thing slide, but I’m not about to forget anytime soon that you harbor more than a passing interest in ‘all eyes, front and center’.”
She walked to the bathroom with an ease that surprised her, given the fact she was buck naked, and grabbed her robe.
“It’s my characters, not me,” she said, tightening the sash and leaning against the doorjamb. She watche
d him disentangle his boxers and slowly pull them up his long legs. She really shouldn’t be ready to jump him again, but she was. Very, very ready. He reached for his jeans and she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her garment before she walked over and did something crazy like rip the pants out of his hand and toss them aside. Then proceed to stroke his more than adequate package into full hardness. He zipped his cock away and motioned for her to lead the way out of the bedroom.
“No, babe. It’s you, under the guise of your lady heroine. You’re dying to be naughty. I know you are. And I think you just want an out. A means to justify your kinky little nature that no one knows about except me.”
She picked up his shirt and pitched it at his chest, more than a little bereft when he pulled it on and covered up his toned upper body.
“You’re crazy.” Erin hoped the little laugh she offered was convincing.
“We’ll see.” He walked over and pulled her in for a gentle kiss, whispering against her lips. “I’ll text you. Be ready.”
“For what?” she asked, watching him pull the screen open and step outside. She would have leaned forward and offered another kiss but he moved his arm and the mesh barrier was suddenly between them.
“For anything, Erin. For everything.”
He turned on his heel and promptly disappeared into the darkness.
Chapter Four
Six people want to watch how beautiful you are when you’re hanging on the brink…ready to come.
Erin clasped her phone to her breast and gasped, garnering the attention of the two women sitting across from her on the train. She cleared her throat, offered a small smile and slowly moved her phone back into viewing range. The message was still the same.
Six people. What in the name of all that was holy was he talking about? Who sent texts like that during the Monday-morning rush-hour commute?
Erin felt her face flush and quickly turned her head to look out the window. The low rises and graffiti-ridden concrete walls zipped by in a blur, a distinct contradiction to the nine hours that had elapsed since Danny had left her bed. She had shut the French door behind him, startled to see her serene reflection in the glass. Her initial reaction had been to log in to the dating website, but by the time she navigated to the place to leave an update, she had no desire to share the fact she had slept with the hottest of younger men. She wanted to keep Daniel and the pleasure he’d elicited all to herself.
How beautiful you are. Was she being a complete moron believing he actually thought that? Words were easy for some men. They carried not the slightest bit of substance behind them, she knew from experience. Times from when “I love you” actually meant “I’m fucking everything in a skirt”. But last night, whether foolishness or fantasy, she’d believed every word Danny spoke. Which was why his current message was more than a little scary.
Assuming he had been truthful, somehow between then and now he had taken his idea that she was a woman with a closeted kink factor and implemented a plan. A strategy that would prove his point. Which was what he was best at, if his sister’s high praise and his corporate track record were any indication.
Ready to come. Yeah. She wasn’t likely to forget that part anytime soon. In fact, memories of his arousing touch had haunted her dreams, torturing her throughout the night. She’d tossed, she’d turned, she’d reached for her favorite vibrator only to turn it off five seconds later when it was more than obvious she wanted a man—one specific man—and not a machine.
Six people watching them make love. Or fuck. Maybe it was just fucking when you had an audience. A little shiver ran through her body, discomfiting her more. She wasn’t sure if the thought was appalling or arousing. She sighed and looked at the phone again. Her thumb hovered over the OK button, ready to bring up the screen that would allow her to reply. She didn’t know what to say, how to respond. In the end she simply closed the phone and tried to figure out what to do next.
* * * * *
“Why hasn’t she gotten back to me?” The last word came out on a grunt as Daniel planted his feet in the sand and set the ball for a perfect spike by Zac.
“Because you’re an idiot. Point!” Zac said, trotting over to give Daniel a very high five.
“Could you two can the coffee-klatch shit?” The taller of their two-on-two opponents, both corporate attorneys, glared.
“Yeah. It’s fuckin’ distracting,” the other player said. Daniel caught the ball that was forcibly thrown at his chest and headed for the back right corner of the court.
“Suck it up, assholes,” Zac said. “Twenty, serving eighteen. Hope you two are ready to go down.”
“Yeah,” one attorney said, chuckling. “Wanna give us your mystery woman’s number, Marsh? Sounds like it doesn’t take a whole lot of convincing to have her offering up a taste or two.”
Daniel tossed the ball into the air and connected to it with a force that sent a ripple of pure pain down his arm, a pain that was quickly forgotten when the ball skimmed an inch above the net at rocket speed, completely unreturnable. It hit the man square in the solar plexus and dropped him to the ground.
“Good game, guys. Same time next week, weather permitting?” Daniel asked with a smile. He didn’t wait for an answer. He headed toward his backpack and grabbed his water bottle. He tuned out Zac’s voice in the background, probably offering a little more trash talking.
“That serve was a little over the top,” Zac said, walking up to his side and unzipping his soft-sided cooler. He pulled out a cold beer and tapped the rim to Daniel’s water bottle. “Now let’s talk about how you fucked up.”
“I’m not convinced I did,” Daniel said.
“She hasn’t texted back…so you either scared her or pissed her off. Which way you leanin’?”
“Not sure,” Daniel replied, stepping aside as another group of players moved toward the court.
“I’m going with ‘scared her’, because really, dude, you finally get in her bed and the next contact you have with her is throwing out an invitation for public sex. Why would you even imagine she’d go for that?”
“Because it’s what she wants. I know it, Zac. And I want her to see that I’m fine with that.”
“Fine with other guys watching her writhe around? Fine with them being there for every kiss and lick and thrust? Fine with her possibly wanting them to join in? Dude, I know Larry gives you VIP status at that club, but in this instance you’re so full of shit it’s not even funny. I know you—the real you. The one that definitely has a jealous streak hidden deep in your heart. You’ve never been good at sharing and we both know I still have the scar to prove it.”
Daniel shook his head and started walking, Zac at his side. Just as he’d always been. Even after the day Daniel found his buddy kissing Marla Sutter—cheer captain, girls’ lacrosse champ, first true love, neighbor at his parent’s lakefront cottage. He’d grabbed Zac by the back of his T-shirt and sent him flying across the boathouse, never imagining there was enough force behind the action to send his friend into one of the rough wooden studs. Or that the rusty nail sticking out of the board would end up embedded in the back of Zac’s upper thigh, right where his ass met his leg. A shitload of yelling, a trip to the emergency room, complete with Daniel’s mother reprimanding him while she sat in the back seat with her arm around Zac. One tetanus shot had rounded out the day that neither of them would forget.
“I think you’re totally overwhelming her,” Zac continued. “And how the fuck do you actually implement that sort of date, Danny? She doesn’t seem like the type of person who, when she hears ‘honey, we’re going to dinner then off for a sound caning at the Cloister’, would just breezily tell you to give her a second while she grabs her purse.”
Daniel sighed and considered his friend’s words. He wasn’t wrong about Erin. Deep in his soul he knew it. Everyone had secret desires and, nine times out of ten, they manifested in a form completely unexpected. If he were honest with himself, there was a part of him that wanted to make
sure he was the one who offered Erin the opportunity of exploration, not some other man who might slide in and home in on the fact she wanted to be bent over a table with her skirts in the air while everyone watched.
Skirts in the air.
“Jesus. That could work,” Daniel whispered as his brain raced. He’d have to plan carefully and it would take a boatload of cash, but who the fuck cared? As much as it would be hell on earth, he’d have to enlist Linda’s help. That would be tough when she started grilling him for details he had no intention of sharing, but he’d play the do-it-if-you-love-me card. She’d used it on him tons of times over the years.
“What could work?” Zac asked.
“C’mon. I need to talk to Larry. In person. Now.”
“Now?” Zac asked incredulously. “We reek of sweat, my hair’s in total disarray and you want me to walk into the tri-county’s premier sex club in a pair of board shorts and a Flyers T-shirt? Are you fuckin’ nuts?”
“If you can’t lose your metrosexual tendencies for your best bro in the world, who can you ditch them for? Maybe one of the sports-themed rooms will be open and Mistress Kelly will reprimand you firmly for rooting for a losing team,” Daniel teased.
“Holy fuck! Her with a whistle and a hockey stick—there’s a visual that’s got my dick turnin’ hard. But you’ll still owe me. And if you’re going to ask Larry if you can pick the voyeurs, then my ass better be one of them.”
“No way in hell, Zac. It’s going to be guys she’ll never see again. Guys she’s never going to want to see again.”
“Because you’re going to prove to her you’re the only one she needs?”
“Exactly,” Daniel said firmly.
“Where the hell are John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John when you need them?” Zac muttered. “Next you’ll be breaking out in a chorus of Hopelessly Devoted to You, for fuck’s sake.”
“Shut the hell up and get in the car,” Daniel said, laughing. “If you can make it there without another smart-assed comment, I’ll procure you two hours with the lovely leather-clad Kelly.”