by C. Michelle
My jaw drops. So blunt. If I wasn’t so turned on by his take charge attitude, I’d give him a piece of my mind. “Feeling pretty confident, I see.” I acknowledge sheepishly.
“Our clothes have gun powder on them, they need to be washed. It’s not my fault the gun powder is one hell of a convenience.” Josh raises his right eyebrow twice while showing off that boyish smirk I’ve become so captivated with.
Mmm…Sexy.
“Fine. Can I shower and borrow some clothes?” I feel myself getting anxious, my goodness it’s hot in here. Why does he have so much control over my emotions? Usually I’m in control, I run shit. Now, I feel like one of those defenseless virgins who has never seen a dick in her life and behaves completely coy. That is so not me.
Josh hands me my drink, bends down, and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to join you. I want to feel your soft, slippery skin against mine. I won’t promise you my best behavior, but I will promise you one hell of a fuck.” The warmth of his breath and his clean citrus scent drive me in a frenzy.
My mouth goes dry; I lick my lips slowly contemplating a decision. I take a sip of my beer. Josh backs away and stares at me intently with his compelling hazel eyes underneath thick, long lashes awaiting my response.
Who am I kidding? I chug my beer. “Okay.” I respond simply. Screw these damn pretenses. I need to keep it real…I’m horny and he is one hell of a fuck.
Josh kisses me along my jaw and slowly works his way to my lips. His hands explore my body as his kisses become more fervent. He takes off his black shirt and tank top. His bare chest is overpowering. I can finally see his tattoo, it’s a tiger draped from his mid-back down to his chest taking up all of his left shoulder. It’s surrounded by a tribal design that looks like barbed wire. The tiger has a ferocious look, almost as if it’s in attack mode. The realism and intricate design of it is astonishing. Apparently, I have a masochistic side I wasn’t aware of, since I think the dangerous animal on Josh is sexy as hell. His well-defined chest is cut up with a six pack of rock hard abs as a perfect compliment. His pants hang loosely showing off that perfect V by his pelvis.
No sense in wasting time, I take off my top, kick off my shoes, and socks. He unbuttons my pants and I slide them right off. I’m left wearing just my white lacy bra and panties. He takes off his pants leaving on just his boxers, bends down to kiss me, and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist putting us in a tight embrace. As he’s kissing me hungrily, his skin feels soft and smooth as I caress his upper body while he carries me upstairs to his master suite.
Before I know it, we’re in his master bath. I continue to straddle him as he turns on the water to his rain shower. I rapidly unhook my bra. We gaze into each other’s eyes intently. No words, just raw passion. We attack each other’s mouths again with an unexplainable fierceness as the water cascades over us. Soon, I get pinned up against the wall as his lips and tongue devour my mouth, neck, and breasts. I feel his dick caressing my entrance. We’re both losing control.
“Wait…wait…what about a condom?” I stammer out.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom and get checked regularly. I’m good.” Josh says as he’s kissing my neck eager to be inside me.
“I’m on the pill and I get tested also. I’m good too.” I breathe out raggedly.
That’s all he needed to hear to adjust his solid shaft from his boxers. He moves my panties to the side, backs up, inserts himself inside me, and begins to thrust hard. It’s the best pain I’ve ever felt. He fills me completely. I can’t speak. The water running down my body and his fierce kisses add to the sensation; the feeling is overwhelming. He continues to penetrate me with his rock hard erection, eventually, I lose control and allow the feeling to overtake me. The orgasm ripples through my body making the momentum seem everlasting. He sits on the tiled bench inside the walk-in shower while he’s still inside me. I take a quick moment to catch my breath and revel in the thought that I finally get to ride him again. I rub body wash all over my breasts and press my body against his. As our bodies glide against one another, our skin feels silky smooth. I ride him hard and for as long as I can savoring the feel of him until I cum again. He finishes shortly after, but remains inside of me catching his breath.
“You’re amazing.” Josh whispers as he buries his face onto my neck.
I slightly pull away from him and maintain eye contact with a timid smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I kiss him and laugh as I bask in the taste of his delicious lips.
We finish showering and head over to his bed. He gives me one of his t-shirts to sleep in.
“What are you doing to me, Valentina? I can’t get enough you.” Josh questions as we’re climbing into bed.
“I’m not doing anything, especially right now. We’ve had a long day, exhaustion finally caught up to me.” I give Josh a small peck on his nose and grin shyly at him.
As we lay in bed, he wraps his strong arms around me from behind and falls asleep. I feel safe. I haven’t felt a sense of security in years. What is it about this stranger that is making me do and feel the unexpected? I lose consciousness with Josh as my last thought.
I wake up. Josh is lying behind me and is gently kissing the nape of my neck. The room is still dark.
“Valentina…can I have...something...to eat?” He asks in between kisses.
What the hell? I know he didn’t just wake me up to have me cook for him. Having sex is one thing, but cooking…that’s a whole other level!
As if he read my mind, he says, “I don’t need you to cook. Just lay back and allow me to feed myself.” He positions himself above me, spreads my legs, and works his way down.
“Oh.” Who the hell needs coffee when I can wake up to this?
That morning an enticing aroma awakens my senses. I head to the kitchen and see Josh solely in his boxers preparing pancakes and bacon. “Good morning, lovely lady. Can I just say that last night was the best non-date of my life?” He has that cute boyish grin that is quickly becoming irresistible. “Hungry?” His hair is slightly tousled, but he’s still clean cut with a slight ruggedness from the stubble on his face that makes him look sinfully mouthwatering.
“Starving, actually. I had a pretty good time, too. Can I give you a hand with breakfast and help myself to a cup of coffee?” I ask as I’m blatantly enjoying the view that is him. Then, I notice that his tattoo has the initials K.O. on the body of the tiger. KO? What does that stand for? Knock Out?
“I’m almost done, but thanks for offering. Please make yourself at home. While you’re at it, hook me up with a cup too, please.” He winks at me making my insides melt.
“So, what does KO stand for?” I attempt to ask nonchalantly.
Josh comes from behind me as I’m pouring the coffee into my mug. “We’ll talk about it some other time. Can I see you today, before this afternoon’s game? I want to spend some alone time with you and go on an actual date before we meet up with everyone else. I know my truck isn’t ideal for dates and I know this sounds cheesy, but I actually bought a ‘date car’ with you in mind this week.”
“You did? That’s sweet, but very presumptuous to assume I would go on a date with you. What did you buy?” I ask curiously.
“I’m all about taking chances. Well, not really, but when it comes to you, I’m willing to take a risk.” He says earnestly, right away he changes his tone to a more playful one. “I bought a Range Rover. I’ve never owned anything that wasn’t a truck, so this was a big step for me. There was no way I was buying a car; sedans and coupes just don’t do it for me.” He admits.
I decide not to address the issue of the KO initials again. We can discuss that topic at a later time. “I like your truck, even though it’s really loud, it’s grown on me. So, your SUV will have to wait to be driven because there won’t be a date in our plans this afternoon. But, I will go on another non-date with you. We can just hang out and see what the early day has in stored.”
“Why can’t I take you on a date? G
ive me the opportunity to wine and dine you.” He gets serious all of a sudden.
“Wine and dine me?” I laugh. He’s just too cute. “Oh, you’ll wine and dine me, all right. I’ll be sure to burn a hole in your pockets. You asked for it.” I tease him.
“So, is this a date? Because if it’s not, we’re going Dutch.” Josh smacks my ass as I head to the nook table ready to polish off my breakfast.
“Not a date, but you will be feeding me. Oh, and I’m not the salad eating type so be prepared to spend some money on me.” I joke.
“Hey, speaking of…do you cook?” He asks as he scrunches his face.
“Do I cook? Of course! I can’t bake to save my life, but I sure do know my way around the kitchen otherwise. Besides, even if I didn’t know how to cook, you don’t have to worry that sexy little head of yours, I’ll ALWAYS have something for you to eat.” I wink at him coquettishly and begin to giggle.
“Now, that’s what’s up!” He puts up his hand for a high five and gives me a cocky grin. He’s so sexy.
As we’re heading out and are in the car, a fierce panic hits me. Instantly, Josh notices the change in my behavior. “What’s wrong, lovely lady?” He asks with concern. Embarrassed I admit to being afraid of driving down the steep hill. To my surprise, he laughs instead of being consoling. Jerk.
“I’m sorry, but I just never pegged you as the scary type. You come across as invincible, as if nothing can touch or frighten you. You have nothing to be afraid of. Forgive me?” He asks with a playful smirk on his face.
I’m so terrified; I’m immune to his flirting and sex appeal. Besides, I’m upset that he laughed at my expense. I cross my arms and stare him down. What do I want exactly? A sincere apology? No. I’m buying time.
“Nina, I apologized already. Stop looking at me all crazy.” Now, he’s getting serious.
I don’t care. I refuse to be in the car as he goes down this hill. Fuck! But I can’t walk down this hill either. What do I do? What do I do? Panic is rapidly overwhelming my thoughts.
“Valentina Moretti, don’t play chicken with me. You don’t wanna test me.” He says with a stern expression.
What? I can’t back down now. Ugh! Why must I have so much damn pride? As I’m contemplating my next move, I hear Josh say, “Okay, you asked for it.” Then drives off at a ridiculous speed down the vertical street.
My eyes pop out of their sockets as my whole body tightens. Once we reach the bottom of the street, I turn to Josh and yell, “Asshole! I can’t believe—” Immediately, he interrupts my tirade by kissing me with a strong force. I lose myself to the kiss and wonder what the big deal was about driving down the steep hill to begin with. For years, I avoided every vertical street in San Francisco due to panic of having to go down them. With just one moment of being with Josh, he puts my fears to rest. I feel safe with him, a feeling that was stolen from me so many years ago. I disregard the memory. We both laugh in between kisses and then head to my house. He drops me off and states he’ll be picking me up in two hours, just enough time for me to ride Lucifer and run a few miles.
As I enter my house, Emme is waiting for me in the living room watching TV. “Hey! Where have you been?” Emme asks with extreme curiosity. “We were supposed to go to your mom’s house for breakfast. I ended up going with Kade. Couldn’t pass up Victoria’s pastries with coffee.” She confesses.
I hear a door slam from the hallway. Kade rushes to the living room and yells, “Don’t you say one fuckin’ word! Let me get comfortable. This shit is gonna be good!” He throws himself onto the couch. “Okay. I’m ready. Shoot. And don’t you dare skip any juicy details! First, tell me…where did you go? What did you talk about? Is he a good kisser? Does he know how to fuck? Did you suck his dick? Did you give him something to eat? Come on, woman! I don’t have all day! Tell me. My curiosity is killing me!”
Emme interrupts before I have a chance to say anything. “Why the hell must you always be so vulgar, Kade? Don’t you have a filter? You’re so raunchy. Show some class.” She rolls her eyes at him.
Annnnd…they’re off.
“Vulgar? Raunchy? Because I speak my mind and don’t put up a front? That makes me real, honey. You only wish someone would get dirty and vulgar with you and fuck you right for once. Instead, you live your life uptight with a stick up your ass, always worried about how society views you, and trying to impress people who don’t give a fuck about you. Don’t play the prissy role with me. It doesn’t suit you and I will call you out.” Kade laces his next words with venom. “You’re so full of shit. You dated a married man who had kids. Were you being classy when you were on your knees sucking his dick and breaking up his marriage?” Kade waits for Emme’s response with an evil smirk on his face.
Emme is so furious, her leg is shaking. “I didn’t know he was married! What I do behind closed doors is my business. I don’t publicize my sexual encounters to others. Some things are meant to be kept private. Don’t you worry about who I fuck or how I fuck, that’s none of your concern.” She replies with a weak attempt at maintaining some dignity.
“For such a smart girl, you sure can be dumb as fuck. I saw you and him weeks later after you found out he was married. You were screwing a married man. That makes you a dirty home wrecker. You’re in no position to be judging me. If you’re going to point the finger at me, at least make sure your hand is clean. That’s beside the point, we’re behind closed doors and Cheesecake is my best friend! I’m not asking her to spill the beans in a public setting surrounded by kids. We are in the privacy of our own home! So, if I want to be vulgar and raunchy in private, I have every right to do so!” He yells at Emme giving up the last of his composure.
“Yes, who you fuck and how you fuck them does concern me. If they were to fuck you right, I wouldn’t be dealing with your shitty judgmental attitude. Maybe cuming every once in a while might have you more laid back and fun. Instead, you walk around with high and mighty arrogance acting like your shit doesn’t stink. Baby, I hate to break the news to you, but your shit…reeks.” Kade stares at Emme willing her to continue arguing.
“Josh has a big dick!” I blurt out and pray that I can diffuse the tension.
They both turn and stare at me.
“Do you want to know the details or do you want to continue biting each other’s heads off?” I ask annoyed.
“Details.” Kade and Emme say in unison.
Chapter 5 (Nina)
My Lady
Josh and I make last minute change of plans. Kade insists we all attend tonight’s Halloween Pub Crawl where a massive crowd gathers and goes bar hopping within a five block radius beginning in the afternoon. Everyone dresses up in costumes and goes to several different bars participating in this event. Each bar provides drink specials that are too good to pass up. Josh agrees to meet up with Kade, Emme, and me at a bar on Union Street in the middle of the afternoon. I remind him to wear a costume.
Emme shows up at my house wearing a tight fitted black ensemble. Her hair is swept to the left with a turquoise flower on the right side above her ear. She has a sugar skull design painted on her entire face and looks pretty bad ass with the intricate details matching her flower. Kade is in a foam box that looks like a three drawer stand with a leopard print nightshade as a hat, no pants, and knee high white socks…a one night stand. I’m dressed as a pin-up sailor girl. I opted for a sexy blue and white corset with white trousers that have a slight flair at the bottom. My hair is in reverse rolls with a large, red flower as a decorative accessory. Half my face has retro chic inspired makeup with red lipstick and cat eyeliner. On the other side, my face is painted white with a sugar skull design consisting of black and red details to match my flower. Emme and I agreed to implement the sugar skull designs in our costumes in honor of the Day of the Dead which is in a few days.
“Damn, girl! Can you say boobilicious? You’ve got some wicked curves. Your waist has always been small, but that corset makes your tits, ass, and hips look crazy hot! Fifty buck
s says that Josh grabs your ass within five minutes of seeing you. There’s no way he’ll be able to keep his hands and eyes to himself. Look at you…sex on heels! Rawr…” Kade winks at me and gives me his signature devilish grin showing off his dimple.
I can’t help, but giggle. “You’re so sick and twisted. I love you. Placing bets about me getting felt up is so us. I love your costume by the way, it suits you. Thank goodness you don’t have chicken legs; a man with chicken legs is so unsexy. Yuck.”
“Amen to that, sister!” We high five each other. Kade turns and faces Emme who’s busy playing Words with Friends on her phone. “Your makeup looks sick! You’ve got mad skills, boo. You should wear your face like that more often, it’s definitely an improvement.”
Emme glares at Kade. “Says the one night stand, you might as well write ‘DICK with STDs’ on your forehead. Come to think of it, yeah…your costume suits you perfectly.” Emme gives Kade a sweet, innocent smile that looks creepy as hell.
Kade is unaffected by Emme’s comments and replies, “I practice safe sex. I’ve been tested. I’m good. Can you say the same? So, what if I like to sample the buffet? I don’t give anyone false hope of a relationship and I’m upfront about what I expect. Many find my honesty refreshing.”
“Why do you always make references to food? And of course, I practice safe sex. I don’t want to die!” Emme exclaims.
“Hello? I used to be horizontally challenged a few years ago…remember? I’m used to making analogies with food and all aspects of life. It’s more interesting that way. Hey, can I ask you a serious question?” Kade has a somber expression on his face and waits for Emme’s response.