Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)

by Tia Siren

  “My God, you’re beautiful,” he said in that husky radio voice I loved. Heat pooled between my legs, and I involuntarily rubbed my knees together to lock it in.

  His nostrils flared as he dropped to his knees in front of me, his face buried against my stomach while his hands reached up to grab the strings of my panties. He slowly pulled them down my legs. He lovingly kissed my lower lips as I lifted one foot and then the other. My black strappy heels were still on my feet. He slowly stood, his mouth running a trail of hot, wet kisses over my belly as he did. He moved his hands to the back of my bra, deftly unfastened it, and let it drop.

  “Fuck me,” he groaned, cupping my breasts in his hands. “I have to have you now, Mia,” he grunted before yanking off his cloths with rapid speed.

  He reached a hand between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He cupped my pussy before pushing the heel of his palm against me.

  “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered.

  He ground the heel of his hand against me, the pressure perfectly hard against my clit. I rotated my hips, pushing back against his hand.

  One long finger slid inside me. I gasped at the invasion.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he groaned. His mouth dropped to my neck, sucking hard as he moved his finger in and out.

  My legs were shaking. I was already on the verge of an orgasm. I felt embarrassed.

  “Brad, I’m going to come. Wait,” I protested in a high-pitched voice that matched the way my body felt spiraling up into a frenzy.

  “Come, baby. I’m going to make you come again and again. Let me feel it on my finger,” he ordered.

  My back arched, shoving my pussy against his hand, swallowing his finger deeper inside as my body shattered into a million beautiful starry pieces.

  He yanked his finger out and spun me around so fast, I nearly toppled to the ground. The combination of shaking legs and high heels would have been dangerous if his hands hadn’t been firmly planted on my hips, holding me steady.

  “Bend over,” he ordered.

  I did as he asked, ignoring the vulnerability that tried to creep in as I bent over the back of my couch in the middle of broad daylight. My sex was exposed to the man. His big hand stretched over one ass cheek in a loving caress before spreading me wide and probing me with the head of his dick.

  I whimpered in anticipation. I had longed for him to be inside me for eleven long years.

  “Brad.” I said his name on a choked breath. I could already feel another orgasm building and he wasn’t even touching me.

  “Again, Mia? Are you going to come again?”

  I nodded my head and arched my back, demanding he enter me.

  He stepped back and used the same delicious finger to part my swollen folds, pushing the finger inside me.

  “You’re soaked, baby. Holy fuck, you’re drenched.”

  I moaned, unable to answer as he pulled his wet finger out and ran it up and down my slit, barely caressing my clit. He pushed his finger back inside and then added a second. I jerked with the stretching and tried to straighten my body. His big hand pushed me back down.

  “Stay down. I’m going to finger fuck you,” he ordered.

  His fingers pushed deep inside before pulling out and shoving in higher. His hand moved to my butt and firmly kneaded the cheek, spreading and pulling as his fingers worked inside me. He slapped my ass with his open hand as his fingers plunged in deep.

  “Oh God!” I shouted as my second orgasm rolled through my body. My legs were quaking as my pussy convulsed around his fingers.

  “That’s it. Keep coming,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out and stepping close behind me.

  His fingers were replaced by the large, smooth head of his cock.

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “I want you,” I groaned, shimmying my hips in invitation.

  He pushed the head of his dick inside a fraction.

  “Say it,” he demanded again.

  “I want you.”

  “What do you want?”

  He pulled out, leaving me feeling bereft.

  I cried out.

  “Say it, Mia. You want my dick inside you?”

  “Yes, dammit! Fuck me, Brad. Please!”

  His body slammed into mine, stretching and filling me in one fell swoop. My nerve endings felt raw. I couldn’t control my own body or my response to the surprise invasion. I sank against the couch, unable to support myself as one wild sensation after another assailed me.

  “Fuck. My God. You’re fucking tight and hot. God damn, Mia.” His voice was strained.

  I hung my head low, my ass in the air with his dick buried inside me. I couldn’t speak. His cock jerked inside me. I cried out as the first tingling sensation of a new orgasm started deep within my pussy where the head of his cock tickled my cervix.

  He grabbed my hips and jerked me back against him, shoving his dick impossibly higher inside me.

  I rolled my head back and forth, my body a mixed bag of sensations. I only knew it felt like I was being pulled apart. He rocked against me once. then twice.

  “Come!” he shouted.

  I wanted to. I couldn’t. I had no control over my body. It was his to do with as he pleased.

  He slammed into me hard enough to jerk my body forward. My feet came off the ground as he slammed against me again and again.

  “Now. I want it now.” His voice dropped into that familiar low, honey tone.

  I closed my eyes and let it wash over me like a soft stream caressing my naked body. Every thought and sensation was centered on the length of him sheathed inside me. I relaxed and let the tingling sensations slowly ebb and flow throughout my body. My toes curled as the orgasm started deep and low within me and spiraled outward.

  “That’s it,” he soothed. “Let it go. Oh, God damn, Mia, you’re soaking my cock. Your pussy juices are running down my leg.”

  A smile spread across my face as I lost myself in the longest orgasm I had ever experienced.

  “Oh, fuck, I can’t stop,” he moaned. His thighs flexed against my body as his own climax hit him. I could hear a low keening sound and followed it back down to earth from where I had floated away on my own sweet orgasm. The sound was coming from Brad as he spurt his hot juices deep inside me.

  He pulled out, gently turned me around, and lifted me up to cradle me against him.

  “I’m not finished with you,” he said in his radio voice as he carried me into the bedroom.

  I smiled. “Thank God. I’m not done yet either.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brad

  Her lying next to me in bed was like a dream come true. I had been fantasizing about this exact moment for weeks. Now that I was here, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to wake up next to her every day, and now I had to convince her she wanted the same. It wasn’t going to be easy. I had fucked up and had to work hard to prove to her I wasn’t the same guy I was eleven years ago. I had changed, grown up. I could see what was right in front of me, and I didn’t want to take advantage of it ever again.

  Last night had been absolutely amazing. I knew she had a good time. I couldn’t remember ever being with a woman who had been as responsive as Mia. In fact, Mia had nearly killed me. Even thinking about how wet she had been last night made me hard.

  She looked like she was dead to the world. I had ridden her pretty hard last night. I wanted her to rest, because if she was willing, I was going to fuck her hard again today—all day and all night.

  I managed to remove myself from her bed without waking her. I wanted to do something grand to prove to her how serious I was about sticking around. I headed into the living room and strolled around, once again taking in the amazing view. I was feeling a little stir-crazy. Without the gym or the beach, I felt like a caged cat. The day spent walking around the city had been awesome, but I wanted to get in some real stretching.

  I pushed
her couch back and moved the coffee table to the other side of the room. I dropped down and did a hundred pushups before rolling to my back and doing a hundred crunches. I yanked my shirt off and stripped off my sweats so I was down to just my boxer briefs before I moved to do some planks. It wasn’t exactly a good cardio workout, but it was good enough.

  I smirked. Last night I had gotten in plenty of cardio.

  Next, I did some floor work, feeling the burn and loving it. Now I could feel Mia’s eyes on me as I dropped down to finish my last set of burpees. I turned to look at her, daring her to comment.

  “What are you doing?” she asked a little breathlessly.

  I shrugged. “Getting a little workout in. I usually hit the gym or go surfing or something.”

  She nodded. “Oh.”

  “I’m going to hit the shower.” I stopped in front of her, letting her feel the heat emanating from my body. “Want to join me?”

  She blushed and looked down at her feet. I grinned and slapped her ass as I walked past her. “Suit yourself. I would have lathered you from tip to top, leaving no bit untouched.”

  I heard her make a choking sound and burst into laughter. I loved that she had enjoyed watching me. Mia was a cool cat, but after seeing the heat in her eyes, I knew she wasn’t completely immune to my body. I worked hard to stay in shape because I liked the way I felt and looked, but knowing Mia could appreciate all my hard work was especially satisfying.

  My shower was short because I wanted to get back to Mia. I only had two days left, and I wanted to spend every minute with her, convincing her she loved me and wanted to marry me. The sex we had was not typical. I had been with plenty of women, and never had it ever been that good. I was confident she had never been so satisfied as well. She couldn’t ignore the physical connection between us. We were best friends once before; we could be again.

  I found her in the kitchen.

  “What are our plans for today?” I asked, walking behind her and circling her body with my arms before dropping a kiss on her neck.

  She shivered against me. “I don’t have any. I do need to go see my mom. I haven’t seen her since you’ve been in town.”

  “Perfect. Your mom is great. I’d love to see her,” I said, dropping my arms and going to take a seat at the kitchen table.

  She spun around, her mouth open in surprise. “What?”

  I shrugged. “Let’s go see your mom.”

  “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said.

  I smiled. “Too bad. It’s what I have in mind.”

  She growled but called her mom anyway. I listened as they made arrangements to meet for a late brunch. I looked at the clock and realized we had a good hour before we had to leave the condo. I knew exactly how I wanted to pass the time.

  “There. Happy now?” she said, putting the phone on the table.

  I grabbed her and yanked her down to my lap, forcing her to straddle me in the chair. “Now I am. But I could be even happier,” I said with a grin.

  She blushed, and I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

  She wiggled against me. I quickly stopped her movement by putting my hands on her hips and pulling her forward.

  “Keep doing that and things are going to get messy,” I said, letting her feel my erection.

  I glanced at the kitchen table and then at the pretty skirt she had on.

  “No,” she whispered when she picked up on what my plans were.

  “It’ll be quick,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her neck. “I’ll put you on the table, lift your skirt, and pull your panties down with my teeth. This table is perfect for eating at. I want to feast on you, slowly and thoroughly,” I whispered against the sensitive skin below her ear.

  She shivered against me. “Brad,” she protested.

  I leaned back and looked up at her. She was blushing furiously again. I loved that she was shy. She hadn’t been the least bit shy when I was making her scream my name in ecstasy, but right here, in the light of day, she was acting like a virgin.

  “Mia.” I said her name slowly. “I want you. I know you want me. I can feel the heat between us.”

  Once again, her cheeks turned bright pink. “We can’t.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “We can. We already have, several times, and I want to again.”

  She shook her head. “We have to meet my mom.”

  I nodded. “In an hour.”

  “Brad, she’ll know what we did.”

  I laughed. “So? Are you going to give her the dirty details?”

  She shook her head, horrified. “No!”

  “Then what we do stays right here in this room. I can spread you out on the table and have my way with you. Once I’m finished, you get dressed and we go eat brunch with your mom. You’ll still be wet and quivering, but I can take care of that when we’re done with breakfast,” I said.

  She was chewing on her bottom lip. She was turned on. I could feel her moist heat pressed against me. All I had to do was undo my khaki shorts and I could be inside her. The thought made my dick jerk to attention. I wanted to feel her pussy sucking me dry. It had been too good last night. I would never have that kind of orgasm with another woman.

  “Brad.”

  “Mia.”

  “Stop.”

  I smirked. “Fine. I will, for now.”

  She sighed in relief but didn’t make a move to climb off me or my dick. “Thank you for my birthday present,” I said, kissing her nose.

  She made a strangled sound. “Stop!”

  I laughed. “Don’t be embarrassed. We had great sex. Phenomenal sex. You never have to be shy around me. Although, I really like it when you blush. You’re a beautiful woman.”

  She shook her head. “You’re bad.”

  “I know. So bad, I’m that good.”

  “We need to work on your ego.”

  “Oh? What’s wrong with my ego?”

  She sighed and shook her head again as if she couldn’t explain. I ran one of my hands to her ass and pulled her higher up on my lap, rubbing her crotch against my erection. Her lips parted a fraction. I knew I could make her orgasm with a little rubbing. Instead, I decided teasing would be more fun.

  I moved her up and down my dick, staring into her eyes the entire time. I knew she was close when her eyes drifted close.

  “Look at me,” I barked.

  Her eyes popped open. My earlier intention of leaving her hungry and wanting more was forgotten. I wanted her to come, just like this, with her staring at me. I wanted to watch her face twist into sweet agony as the orgasm flooded her body.

  “Are you close?” I whispered.

  Her head nodded forward once.

  “Do you want to ride me like this when we get back?”

  Her cheeks flooded with color at my blatant suggestion.

  “Mia, do you want to bounce up and down on my cock?”

  Her eyes started to close again as her head dropped back.

  I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward so she was looking down at me. “Look at me. I want to fuck you, just like this. I want my dick buried inside you while you ride me.”

  She was biting her bottom lip as she moved under her own volition. I was no longer moving her body against me. It was all her.

  “That’s it, babe. Rub that clit. You’re close. Do you want me to finger you?”

  Her eyes grew wide at the suggestion. She didn’t stop moving; instead, she moved faster.

  The entire time our eyes were locked. If she didn’t come soon, I was going to. The rubbing against my cock was making it difficult for me to control my own response.

  “Harder,” I ordered. “Faster. Come, now!”

  Her body went stiff as a board, her back arching, thrusting her breasts up and out. I watched her face tense with the shocking release. I didn’t move or look away, taking in the sight of her beautiful face as she found her own sweet release.

  She collapsed against my chest, and I immediate
ly hugged her against me, stroking her hair as I rubbed her back, comforting her on the trip back down to earth. We stayed like that for several minutes. I struggled to regain my own composure. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to throw her on the table and fuck the shit out of her.

  It could wait. Right now we had to go meet her mother, and I did not want to be sporting a hard-on for that occasion.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mia

  I was really trying hard not to die of embarrassment. We got into the taxi. When I moved to sit against the window, his strong arm snaked out and pulled me against him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not wanting to look at him.

  I couldn’t believe what I had just done in my kitchen. I had never acted like that before. The man was making me crazy. He had managed to steamroll right over me. I’d had no intention of letting him see my mother, and here we were, on our way to see my mom. When it came to him, I had no self-control. I let him do whatever he wanted. The worst part was, I didn’t really mind.

  The driver stopped in front of the restaurant. Brad got out and once again leaned in to help me out after paying the driver. The man could be a true gentleman, which was a stark contradiction to the crude man who had just been in my kitchen. Both men were very appealing. I loved how nasty he was. It had left me in a constant state of arousal since those first few text messages. I loved his confidence; it was what drew me to him.

  As much as I hated to admit it, I did want him to take me on the kitchen table. The thought sent a lovely shiver down my spine to the spot where his hand rested on the small of my back.

  “Problems?” he whispered in my ear.

  “No.”

  “Aftershocks. I get it. Keep that pussy wet, because when we get home, I’m going to be deep inside.”

  I nearly came right there as we stood in front of the hostess, waiting to be seated. I sucked in a breath of air.

  “Relax, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

  I took a deep breath, fighting back the heat I knew was spreading up my chest to my face. I could not be thinking about sex when I sat down to eat with my mother. It would be wrong and way gross.