by J. J. Sorel
Bronson held me, and as I leaned against the tree, a tear touched my cheek. That simple act of carving our initials seemed so innocent and pure, but yet as I drank in his hooded gaze and felt Bronson’s hard arousal against me, it was anything but innocent. His moistened lips took to mine with a ferocity of need as his tongue penetrated deeply into my mouth. It was hot, dangerous, and if we didn’t go somewhere private soon, potentially obscene.
He pulled away. “As much as I want you here and now, there are too many people about. Will you come back with me?”
I nodded as if in a trance. A tingle of anticipation settled into my core, while my feet barely touched the ground as we moved along. Driven by an intense desire of the like I’d never experienced before, I would have followed Bronson into a pit of burning embers. Even hell.
After he ended his call, Bronson asked, “Can I get you something? I haven’t got wine. It’s only beer and bourbon.” He tilted his head in an adorable boyish way.
“You look different when you smile,” I said.
His eyes wandered over me. “That’s because it doesn’t come naturally to me. Around you, though, I feel light.”
“You haven’t had an easy life?” I asked.
Placing his arm around my waist, he drew me close, which made my pulse race again. “No. But you’re here now. So, can I get you anything?”
I shook my head. All I wanted was him.
My eyes landed on the coffee table and noticed some sketches. “Did you do these?”
He bent down and gathered the sheets of paper. “Yeah, just a few drawings for tomorrow’s meeting.”
As I focused on the well-crafted drawings, my jaw dropped. “They’re excellent. You’re a very capable artist.”
“Why the surprise? Just because I’m a bit edgy doesn’t make me a loser.”
Bronson’s defensive response made me wince. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that you haven’t really spoken much about what you do.”
His face relaxed, which in turn eased the tension in my legs. Pointing to a drawing depicting a village scene, Bronson said, “This is my vision: to build affordable housing developments on vacant industrial sites. But not like your typical tenements. Cottages.” Bronson searched through his pile of drawings. “More like these.”
I stared down with wonder at the charming gabled homes. “They remind me of houses in fairy tales.”
“I like classic lines.”
“These are fantastic.”
“I’d like to make them affordable. And even have some set aside for the homeless if I have my way. The plan is to create both. Bring activity to the area and then design a village-like atmosphere that motivates businesses to move in. Very European.”
“It is.” I looked up at him. “These are genius.”
His brow contracted. “I don’t think they’re that. But they’ve kept me focused for a year. That’s what I did in prison.”
“I’m seriously impressed.”
He sat down next to me and drew me in close again. “And I’m seriously turned on.”
Although Bronson was so alluring it almost didn’t matter what he did, his considerable talent had just made my attraction rise to stratospheric heights.
Lifting me up effortlessly, he carried me to his bedroom, where he placed me on his bed and stood before me for a moment, running his hands through his hair as if uncertain.
His hesitation made me sit up. “Is there something the matter?”
Shaking his head, Bronson undid his shirt buttons. I’d felt his torso and chest and strong arms, but I’d never seen him in the flesh.
As he dropped his shirt to the ground, my breath hitched.
Bronson embodied male perfection. His scrolled tattoos emphasized just how big his biceps were.
“Are you going to just sit and stare?” he asked, cocking his handsome head.
“Oh… sorry, am I?”
He leaned in and kissed me. “You are. Now it’s my turn to stare. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
I pulled my blouse over my head and realized I’d worn comfortable but boring underwear. Crossing my arms over my breasts, I smiled awkwardly.
“Uncross those arms, Ava.”
“If I knew we were…” I stammered. “I would have worn nicer underwear. I shudder to think of my bottoms.” I giggled.
He smiled. “They’re not going to remain on you long enough for me to notice. Now uncross those arms.”
I did, and his eyes darkened. “You’re beautiful.”
He lowered his jeans, and his large bulge stretched the cotton of his briefs as if pleading to be unleashed.
My heart pumped so hard it landed in my dry throat.
He lowered his briefs and came toward me. Having forgotten how big he was, I gulped.
Bronson fumbled around with the clasp of my bra, and my breasts tumbled out. He trailed his soft lips over my puckering flesh and then sucked on my nipples, while caressing my breasts, causing an aching swell between my legs.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BRONSON
When it came to my perfect woman, she had nice firm tits that spilled out of my hands and an ass to match. I liked my woman to be on the voluptuous side. And boy, Ava had the type of curves to keep me up all night in the true sense of that word.
I ripped off her panties, which wasn’t hard to do given that they were already torn.
“I’m sorry, I should have worn…” Ava murmured.
I kissed her swollen, moist lips and then pulled away to gaze at her again as my fingers caressed her warm softness.
She parted her moist lips and let me slide in. I tasted her silky tongue and went into overdrive from the promise of what was to come.
My tongue trailed down her puckering flesh. She tasted like an exotic fruit. Her nipples spiked onto my tongue as blood charged through me.
Walking down her silky thighs, my finger entered between her heated folds and was drenched by her tight muscles.
“You’ve fucked before, haven’t you?” I asked, finding it difficult to speak due to a flood of blood hijacking my senses.
She answered with a breathy “Yes.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, unraveling from her hold.
I opened the drawer by the bed and pulled out a sheet of paper.
This was no longer a game. After tasting her at the party, my cravings for Ava had intensified. I wanted our first time together to be magic. And for that to happen, it had to be skin on skin.
In any case, catching Ava and me naked together would have Justin pissing blood. Not that I blamed him. Losing a woman like Ava could break even the strongest of men.
She lifted herself up. “What’s that?”
I handed it to her. “A blood test I’ve just had.”
Ava’s chestnut hair cascaded over her breasts in what was a drawing crying for my sketch pad.
“You had this done two days ago?” Her lips parted.
“I just needed you to know that I’m clean. I need to feel you”—I caressed her smooth, milky skin—“properly.”
Without even looking at it, she passed the document back to me. “But you didn’t call me.”
I scratched my prickly chin, which was in desperate need of a shave. “Hey, I was always going to call you, angel.” Sitting on the edge, I stroked her cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asked, looking up at me with those big glistening eyes.
“For believing me.”
She buried her face in my neck.
Enough talking. It was time to ravish her, and my cock, which was twitching like mad against my belly, agreed.
Landing on her swollen clit, my finger glided over her bud. Her sighs told me I’d found the right light touch.
My tongue watered for a taste. As I moved down her body, she stroked my penis gently. Not having been with a woman in over a year, I was really close to that edge of no return.
“Ava,” I said, struggling to talk. “I’m going to
come pretty quickly. I’d prefer to be inside of you.”
She removed her hand. “Sorry, it’s just that you’re nice to touch. Do you want me to put it in my mouth?”
“No, darling. Not now. Maybe later.”
My tongue landed on her clit. Her moans grew as she writhed in my clasp. I fluttered over it and licked slowly.
I needed Ava lubricated. She was too tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her. As my licking increased, I felt her ass clench in my hands, telling me that she was close, so I entered her first with my tongue and then my finger. Just as I did, she spasmed around my finger, squeezing it tight as she groaned through a creamy release.
I wiped my lips on the sheet. That was for later so that I could smell her. Gross, maybe, but a serious turn-on.
She opened her supple thighs wide. Her pink, creamy cunt made my cock go blue.
She took my dick in her little hand.
“Guide it in,” I said.
“You’re so big.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked in a strangled voice.
Ava continued to push gently toward me. Her tight pussy squeezed the senses out of me.
“No.” Her plead inspired me to enter deeply.
As I tentatively slid into the farthest point, a groan left my mouth. The fit was exquisite. I was so stimulated by the sensation of her heat I stayed there for a moment to soak in her juices.
I pulled out and slowly entered again, only to find the same breathtaking resistance.
My thrusts increased.
The friction was so intense that it challenged my staying power.
I gripped her ass as Ava moved her sensual hips fluidly.
She felt really good. Almost too good.
As I rested weight on my arms, Ava dug her nails into my biceps as my thrusts became more urgent. My balls tightened as my cock plowed through her tight pussy.
“I’m going to come,” Ava moaned.
Her convulsing muscles gripped and released, soaking my cock, just as I groaned through what was the longest stretch of euphoria I’d ever experienced.
My head fell back, and a loud rumble erupted from my chest. It felt as if I’d ejaculated a whole year’s worth.
Holding her in my arms, I uttered “Ava” with the last bit of breath I had.
When we tumbled back to reality, holding each other close, Ava laughed.
Pushing back my head to look at her, I laughed too.
A weird response, but nice anyhow.
I’d never been much into laughing, but since meeting Ava, I’d probably laughed the most I’d ever done in my life.
It was hard to know whether I slept or not because it was as if I floated in and out of consciousness. Melding into Ava’s curves, my body rested properly for the first time in ages, while my heart felt light and full. It was a perfect fit in every sense of the word, both inside and out.
When she wriggled into my groin, I rubbed my hard cock against her, craving another feast.
I looked at my watch, something I never removed because I hated running late. It was seven in the morning. I didn’t want to wake her, so I continued to spoon her while drawing in her scent.
I felt Ava move, and then she turned to look at me. The morning light touched her face, and her dreamy eyes smiled back.
I couldn’t believe we’d fucked every which way earlier, for she seemed so young. Her body wasn’t, though. I’d discovered, much to my cock’s delight, that Ava enjoyed hard, dirty sex.
She smiled. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, angel.” I kissed her.
“I must taste horrible,” she said.
“You taste like us.”
“Us? But I haven’t…” she licked her lips.
Mm… that really made my cock go hard. “Shower?”
She looked disappointed.
“I need to be at a meeting at nine, Ava. But you can sleep in if you like.”
“No.” She caressed my arm and smile sweetly. “I’d like that shower. With you.” She rose from the bed. “I must look a sight.”
“Your hair is wild and sexy, and it’s making me hard as hell.” I stood up and stretched.
“I can see that.” She ran her tongue over her lips, and I leaned in and kissed her. Then, taking Ava by the hand, I led her to the shower.
Satisfied that it was the right temperature, I stood away and let Ava step in. She crossed her arms over her breasts.
“What’s the matter, Ava?” I asked, pinching her butt, which made her giggle.
“I’m a bit shy about my body. I feel fat.”
My addicted hands slid along the contour of her waist and hips, with a little squeeze of her ass along the way, as the warm water cascaded over us.
“You’re not fat, angel. You’re perfect. Really perfect.” I pointed down at my hard cock. “He’s pretty hot for you.”
She stroked it. “Mm… I’ve noticed.” Getting down to her knees, she took my dick and placed it between her spongey lips. She sucked on it gently and then continued to move up and down while holding onto the base of the shaft.
A deep sigh of indescribable pleasure sucked air out of my lungs as I leaned against the tiled wall.
Her mouth moved up and down while her tongue licked the head. As I watched her luscious mouth cling my dick, her pretty eyes looked up at me, and that really brought blood charging wildly down to my balls.
“Mm… Ava… I’m going to shoot if you keep that up.”
She continued anyway.
I closed my eyes and fell into a spell of pure lust. “You can pull out now because I’m about to…”
Ava held on, determined to swallow me whole. Surrendering, I released deeply down her throat.
After returning to the land of the living, I took Ava into my arms and held her tight.
“That was amazing. Where did you learn to do that?”
“Um… with a banana.” Her voice sounded so dreamy that at first, it didn’t register, mainly because blood flow hadn’t quite made it back to my head.
I looked to see if she was joking. “What?”
Grabbing the sponge, I squirted on body wash and proceeded to rub it over her breasts. “So, you practiced on a banana?”
Ava giggled. “I went to a class.”
I stopped sponging her. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
She shook her head. “Nope. It was at a bachelorette party. It was so ridiculous that I ended up eating the banana.”
I pulled a face. “You’re a good learner. Only, my neck’s good for a little bite here and there, but”—I cocked my head downwards— “Not him, I’m afraid.”
Ava laughed. “Don’t worry. I know the difference between a dick and a banana.”
“Good, I’m glad we’ve established that.” I smirked.
Unfortunately, time moved along quickly, and because it was such an important meeting, I had to arrive on time. Unaccustomed to an audience when dressing, I buttoned up my shirt with Ava sitting back watching me. I liked it, though, and looked forward to ogling her in return.
“I have to run,” I said, brushing her cheek. “Just take your time. There’s coffee and cereal. Help yourself to anything.”
She looked at me with that big smile of hers. I shook my head. “What?”
“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the show.”
“The show?” I grinned.
“Yeah.” Ava, who was dressed in my shirt, stood up.
“And seeing you in that shirt is making me lose my mind. Promise me you’ll be here when I get back, in that shirt.”
Her brow drew in sharply. “You’d like to catch up later?”
I nodded. “You bet.” Reading a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, I asked,
“Am I coming on too strong?”
She shook her head and fell into my arms. Her fragrant hair brushed my nose.
“You can come back here after Aggie’s. If you like. I’ll give you a key.”
Drawing away from me, she studied my face. “
Are you serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious.”
“But we’ve only just met,” she said.
“So?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
AVA
I naturally assumed Bronson was playing with me. With that occasional dark humor of his, he was, at times, hard to read. But Bronson was dead serious, which was where he generally parked his emotions.
He rummaged in a drawer and brought out an entrance card.
After he placed it on my damp palm, I said, “Um… okay.” Left speechless, I actually had a head full of questions.
He combed back his hair, making it sit up perfectly. His freshly shaved skin rubbed smoothly against my cheek. As I sank into its heat, a sniff of herbal cologne made me melt.
Dressed in taupe chinos, which fitted his thighs and butt snugly, and a crisp white shirt highlighting his tanned features, Bronson looked smoking hot. I could have imagined him on the cover of Alpha Male Monthly.
“You look really handsome.”
A glimmer of a smile touched his lips, making his cheeks dimple and adding to his beauty, if that were at all possible.
Bronson leaned in and kissed me again while running his hands over breasts and squeezing my butt along the way. He pulled away and stared into my eyes. “I wish I didn’t have to race off, Ava.”
Gathering the designs spread out on the table, Bronson placed them in a black folio case. Popping it under his arm, he looked as though he was about to conquer the world.
He stood at the door and said, “I’ll call you after the meeting.”
“I’d like that.” I smiled. “Go kill them. You’re going to do good. I’m sure.”
A tender, off-center smile grew on his face. He lingered a moment longer before closing the door behind him.
Taking it slow and easy, I made myself a coffee. That was another advantage of working for Aggie: there was no need to rush about in the mornings. I appreciated having the time to gather my thoughts and make plans.
That morning was like no other I’d ever experienced, however.
A long, sated sigh left me as I plonked down on the sofa, indulging myself in reruns of our lovemaking. My pussy ached in a pleasant way, a bit like that first workout after a long period of idleness. Only this was a million times more satisfying.