I welcomed his body as it pressed against me, and I let out my own moan of desire. His hands explored all the amazing curves that my costume had accentuated. The passion between the two of us wasn’t about to be tamed, and I certainly couldn’t describe it. I’d never felt it before. I hadn’t even imagined feeling this drawn to a man. I knew as our lips touched that I wasn’t going to let this guy go that night. I was going home with him.
My arms wrapped around his neck as he moved his lips down my chest and took in my breasts with a continued groan of pleasure with each kiss. The pressure of his mouth on my body urged me to want more and more from him.
“Mmmmm, I need you,” he said in a low, passionate voice. “Come home with me.”
“I can’t,” I moaned before I could stop myself. “We have the event.”
“Yes you can,” he replied without looking up from my breasts.
I could go home with him; there was no denying I could make that decision. But the party was still going on. Cassandra could be looking for me. Stacy could need me to help with something. There were too many responsibilities for me to just run off with this man that I hardly knew. I was responsible. I took work seriously. I definitely wasn’t the type of person who just dropped everything and ran off with a strange man.
Suddenly, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up as my legs wrapped around him. The force of his body held me against the wall, and he pressed my arms up into the air. I let out my own moan as I felt the hardness in his pants press against my body. Kevin clearly did want me. His body was so hard I couldn’t believe it. I held on tight to him and felt the throbbing of my body as it longed to go home with him.
My breath felt out of my control as I tried to calm my excitement for this guy. I took in a deep breath as he looked at me with the eyes of a man who was going to get what he wanted. The determination in his gaze was undeniable. I didn’t have the power to resist a man who I wanted this badly, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist. Maybe, just this one time, I’d give in to my primal urges and have an evening of fun with this delicious man.
“Go give your donation check, and I’ll go home with you,” I finally whimpered.
He didn’t move, though. Instead, his mouth grabbed my neck, and he sucked on me hard while his hips pressed against my body. I leaned my head to the side and gave him full access to my neck so he could explore and taste me as much as he wanted.
“Yes,” I moaned out without being able to stop myself.
I wanted him. My body pulsated for him. There was no way I was denying this another second. I reached down and grabbed his body, and it surprised him enough that he lost his grip on me and let me stand back on the ground. My hand stroked up and down his amazingly perfect member, and I felt how weak he was for me. This wasn’t just some act of his; he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Some weird chemistry was electric between the two of us, and neither of us was going to give in until we had each other that night.
“I’ll send my check in. Let’s just go,” he said as he took in a deep breath.
“Nope, you need to go give your check to Cassandra,” I teased as I looked up at him, his throbbing body still in my hand.
Never in my whole life had I felt in control with a man like I did at that moment. I wasn’t the aggressor in sexual situations, I was the meek, shy girl who made love in only traditional positions. I didn’t grab my man. I certainly didn’t grab the member of a man I didn’t know. But I sort of knew this guy, I knew who he was from the girls talking about him before. I knew he was hot, and I knew he donated money to the ballet because of his sister. And for that night, I didn’t need to know any more than that.
“I’m going to go give my donation; don’t go anywhere,” he said as he pulled his shirt out of his pants to hide the obvious bulge.
“I’ll be right here,” I said with a smile as he went back through the curtain.
I hurried to the back room to grab my purse and stuffed a pair of leggings and tank top in there from my gym bag. I sent a quick text message to Stacy to tell her I was going home with Kevin and not to worry. This was crazy. I felt like a crazy woman for even thinking about doing this, but I wasn’t turning back now. I ran back to the curtain and waited for Kevin to return.
“Done. Let’s go,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him toward the back door of the building.
“Where are we going?” I laughed. “The parking lot is out front.”
“My driver is coming to get us here.”
“Your driver?” I laughed at the reality of the moment. I was going home with a guy who had a driver.
We stood by the back door and waited for a minute. Kevin grabbed me and kissed me like he had known me for years. His touch was gentle and more familiar than I had expected, and I melted at his touch.
“I want to give a big thank you to Kevin Fox and the Rider company,” I heard Cassandra’s voice say over the speaker. “He has just given us the biggest donation in the history of the San Francisco Ballet.”
Kevin grabbed me and pulled me out the door to the waiting SUV before I could make a comment on his donation. I honestly didn’t care how much money he gave to the ballet; I was just making sure he gave his donation before I ran off with him. But the fact that he had given such a large donation was pretty impressive to me, and I took it as a sign of how eager he was to get out of there and back to his place.
Chapter 4
Kevin
“Home,” I said to Tanner, my driver for the night. I’d used him on a couple of occasions and was comfortable enough to ignore the niceties and just give this beautiful young woman all my attention.
“I’m probably going to get in trouble for leaving,” the young lady said as the SUV pulled around the building. “Maybe I should go tell my boss.”
“I’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble. But only if you tell me your name,” I begged.
“Jenna,” She laughed. “My name is Jenna.”
“I can’t believe you said yes,” I whispered and leaned over to gently kiss her. It wasn’t that I couldn’t believe a pretty girl like her would go home with me, it was more that I couldn’t believe I’d only just met her and had blurted out such a request and somehow she was in my car coming home with me.
“I suspect not many women say no to you.”
“I don’t typically invite women who I’ve just met to come home with me,” I replied. I sensed the underlying disbelief in the tone of her voice. But I wasn’t a jerk, even when I did bring women home on the first night, it was after we had spent the evening on a nice date. But there was electricity between the two of us that I couldn’t ignore. My body longed to be naked with hers, and somehow I didn’t mind sounding ridiculous.
The stories about me were greatly exaggerated, and I wasn’t nearly as much of a ladies’ man as people believed I was. Dating women and sleeping with them was not the same thing. I’d gone to many public events with starlets and models as a mutual business arrangement. The publicity helped my company as well as their careers. I certainly didn’t bring them all home with me, although I’d brought a fair share of beautiful women to my bed.
This was different. The moment she looked at me and started dancing, I felt a pull toward this girl like I’d never felt before. Then when she took the initiative and asked me to dance with her, I lost it. Every last nerve in my body exploded with desire. She was confident and sexy as hell, and I had to have her. At first, I asked her to come home with me as a fluke, a way of letting her know just how much I desired her. The words came out of my mouth more like a longing than an actual question. Then somewhere between the dancing and the kissing behind the curtain, that desire had to become a reality. I needed this woman in my bed.
Our kisses were gentler than they’d been at the charity event. I had her now. She’d agreed to come home with me. I wasn’t going to scare her off with the aggressive primal urges that my body was trying so hard to control.
I took my time exploring her lip
s and let my hand gently rest on her thigh. Everything about this girl oozed sex appeal. Even just sitting in the SUV she sent my body into a rage of desire that I just couldn’t figure out. Our chemistry was so unreal, so totally unheard of for me. There was no question in my mind that the two of us were going to be fantastic in bed together.
Sure, I’d lusted after women before. I’d wanted to bang them. I’d wanted to bring them home and see them naked and feel my body inside of theirs. But this desire I had for Jenna was something totally different. I didn’t just want to screw her. I wanted to keep her. I needed to explore every inch of her body. Not only did I want her naked in my bed, but I wanted her to stay there with me all weekend long. The throbbing in my body was for more than just a quick romp in the sack, something was drawing me to this girl with such force that I was helpless against it.
“Five minutes sir,” Tanner said as we neared my home.
“Sir,” she giggled. “Does everyone call you that? Sir?” she said in such a sexy tone that I tingled all over.
“If you say that one more time, I’m going to lose it.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to call you Sir?” she teased.
I was a man of my word and grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. Her legs straddled me and her breasts pressed into my face as she laughed at the quick movement. Jenna bit her lip as she smiled down at me, and I felt her hips as they wiggled just a little bit against me. It was enough to drive me wild, though. She was playful and soft as she looked down at me. No expectations, no worry about who I was or what was to come after this night; it was refreshing.
“I warned you.”
“Oh, you did. That’s true. But what if I like calling you sir? Yes Sir, can I have some more Sir?” She playfully teased.
“Wow, you are really asking for it now,” I said as I held onto her hips and pressed her body hard against mine. The throbbing in my pants yearned to be inside of her, and I could hardly hold myself back. The tiny little dance outfit she had on was only a thin piece of fabric between her center and my hardness.
“Yes, Sir,” she continued to tease.
Tanner pulled up to the gate to my house and punched the code in so we could pull into the driveway. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this girl in my bedroom. But there was a sense of self-control that I had to make sure I still had. I couldn’t lose control. I had to slow things down just a touch so she didn’t feel overwhelmed when I ravaged her, which I definitely was going to do.
“Thank you, Tanner,” I said as we pulled up to the house.
I climbed out before Tanner could come and open the door. There was a level of pretentiousness that came with having another man open my door, and I didn’t like that at all. I held my hand out for Jenna and helped her out of the SUV.
“Thank you,” she said as she looked at me through her mask.
“Are you going to wear that all night long?” I teased.
“Maybe.” She winked back at me.
“Sounds good to me, but those eyes sure are mesmerizing. I’d love to see the rest of you.”
After unlocking the front door, we walked inside, and the lights automatically turned on. I was ready for her to say something about my extravagant home. Everyone did. They always brought up how nice it was or how expensive it must be to have a house like this in the middle of San Francisco. I hated my house, though. I’d bought it when I was trying to impress people. When I thought having a huge home was what was important to me. But now it was just like a sore thumb that stood out and showed that my priorities were so messed up, and I couldn’t wait to sell it.
When I finished the transition of my company, I had planned to sell this house. It was insane to live in such a big home when I was by myself. Especially considering the housing market in San Francisco was so crazy at the moment. I didn’t need to hold onto a piece of property that I didn’t even like.
“That’s the ugliest painting I’ve ever seen,” Jenna said as she pointed to the ten-foot painting of a dog I had hanging in the entryway.
I burst into laughter immediately. It was, in fact, a horrible painting; I bought it as a joke while I was out with Ed and a few other guys. My friend Mark, who owned a chain of bars was going to put it up in one of them, but I bought it first. It was so hideous that it made us all laugh, and I liked that about it. I liked the emotion that it brought out and the full fledged joy the laughter we all had was. Mark wanted it in his bar for the same reason, to make people laugh.
But in all the years that I’d had that painting hanging up, not a single person who I’d invited into my home had ever honestly said it was horrible. They sometimes complimented me on it. They sometimes just ignored it while they talked about how beautiful the house was. It was refreshing that Jenna hadn’t held back at all and just blurted out what we all thought when we saw that painting.
“I know, that’s why I love it.” I laughed.
“Do you share this place with a football team or something?” she continued.
“Yeah, I’ve got sixty roommates. But don’t worry, they are away for a game this weekend,” I teased back.
This girl was adorable and witty; I loved it. Instantly, I felt like I had to stay on my toes. I wasn’t going to get this girl into bed without showing a little personality. In the two minutes we had been inside my house, I already knew she wasn’t like any of the other girls who I had brought home. She wasn’t interested in building up my ego and actually spoke her mind; that was a novelty to me, and something I treasured.
“Do you have alcohol? I feel like I need a drink,” Jenna said as she suddenly started to look nervous.
“I do have alcohol,” I said as I grabbed her hand and walked with her to the study. “What’s your poison?”
The study, or library, of my house was one of my favorite places. The previous owners had been willing to leave all their books with the sale, and I loved exploring the titles. Sometimes I’d spend hours and hours in that room just pulling books from the shelves and reading through them.
“I’m flexible. Whatever you have is fine.”
Jenna sat down on a large couch as I pulled out the liquor drawer from a built-in area of the bookshelf. I poured us each a small Scotch and then sat down next to her. I wanted to talk to her. How weird was that? This sexual energy between us was insane; my body was still throbbing with desire, yet I actually wanted to sit there and talk to her. It was a totally new situation for me.
“Here you go,” I handed her the drink.
“Where’s the bedroom?” she asked as she threw the Scotch down her throat and stood back up. “I want to see the bedroom.”
“Upstairs,” I said helplessly. She was taking charge? This was so strange? I could tell how nervous she was. I could tell her personality was sweet and not at all the type who would take charge, yet that was exactly what she was doing. It was an amazing turn on.
“Show me,” she demanded.
Okay, so maybe we could talk afterwards. Jenna left me sitting there as she walked back out to the entryway and started up the stairs. Her ass moved deliciously back and forth with each step up the large staircase, and I took two steps at a time so I could catch up to her. The taut fabric of her costume just barely covered her ass, and I was dying to get her out of that outfit.
“To the right,” I said as we reached the top of the stairs. “The double doors at the end of the hallway.”
“Wow, this is a nice hallway.” She continued toward the bedroom.
I stayed a few steps behind her, simply because I loved watching her ass as it moved while she walked. I couldn’t wait to bend her over my bed and grab her delicious curves as I thrust inside of her. This girl had every single nerve in my body throbbing. It was going to be nearly impossible for me to maintain my composure and not turn into a total animal once I had her in bed.
Jenna threw both doors open and then slowly walked backward until her legs ran into the end of the bed. She was clearly in charge of this evening, and I was just ther
e for the ride. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I made my way behind her through the doors until I was standing right there with her. I didn’t bother closing the bedroom doors as I reached for her mask to pull it off.
I could tell she was a beautiful girl, but I wanted to see all of her. I wanted to see every inch of her body.
“Can I?” I asked as my fingers delicately touched the mask.
She nodded her head yes. Slowly I pulled the intricate mask up and over her head. Her deep brown eyes longingly looked up at me, and every bit of self-control I thought I had quickly slipped through my fingers.
I grabbed her and kissed her with all the passion that had built up inside of me. Her lips were plump and delightfully ready for me as she opened her mouth and let my tongue play with her. This was perfection. Her smell, her taste, everything about Jenna was perfectly matched to my desires. It was more than just lust; I felt like my body had to be with hers; some sort of primal longing that I had never felt before.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her off the ground just a little bit as we continued to kiss. But as I walked to the side of the bed holding onto her, I stumbled over a pair of shoes that I had sitting there. We both went tumbling to the bed. Jenna landed first, and then I landed right on top of her. It was a disastrous blow to the sexy moment we had been sharing.
“Wow, you’re really graceful.” She laughed.
I loved how playful she was with me. Her hands were still around my neck, and she pulled me up to her. She had a lighthearted smile which instantly put me at ease as I worried I’d ruined the mood for us. Jenna put her hands on my cheeks and wrapped her legs tightly around me as she pulled me down to kiss her, letting the fumble I’d just made mean nothing at all for our evening of fun.
After delighting in the taste of her lips for a few minutes, I pulled away so I could look at her beauty. It was a shame she’d been covered up by that mask all night long, and I couldn’t get enough of looking at her. Her long brown hair had fallen out of its bun and was all over the place in a mess. She looked up at me with such a peaceful smile that I wanted to stay in the moment for as long as possible. Her desire for me colored her cheeks and drove my desire for her even more.
Four Reasons to Come: A Reverse Harem Romance Page 28