by Mandy Harbin
He inclined his head and stepped aside to let her in, though she didn’t get the feeling he was really acquiescing, just biding his time. He hadn’t answered her question about what had happened to him; rather, he jumped right into why she was here, changing the subject. He was probably plotting excuses for his bruises or a new way to make her stay away from him.
As she stepped into his house with him following right behind her, her liquid courage seemed to disappear, and without the estrogen fest that was this evening, her resolve started to waver. Her anger was slowly evaporating, leaving behind her worry and, if she could be even more pathetic, arousal. Once she entered the minimally decorated, masculine living room, she turned, facing him.
“We do repos on the side. The guy didn’t want to give up his car.” He stepped around her to the couch, picking up an empty bottle. “You wanna beer or something?”
Couldn’t hurt to revitalize that liquid courage she was just thinking about. She nodded as she processed his answer, then watched him walk into the kitchen. She could still see him since the only thing separating that room from this one was a small bar. If she didn’t know any better, she might’ve believed that piece of bologna he’d tried to feed her about the repo. He said it so effortlessly that he might actually do those jobs on the side and he might’ve gotten into a tussle a time or two because of it. But the answer was a bit too forced and his stance a bit too nonchalant for her liking. He was trying too hard to distract her from the truth. Why? Was it because he was a private person?
Maybe it’s because he’s asked you to stay away from him and here you are inviting yourself over like you’re BFFs.
She shook off that thought as he walked back into the living room, handing her a beer. Well, if he wanted to play it like this, then fine.
“Did you get the car?” she asked, taking a sip of her beer as she sat on the couch. He followed her lead, sitting beside her but not close enough to touch.
He grunted, shaking his head. “Got away. He had some friends.”
Now that she believed. “Maybe you’ll have better luck next time.”
His gaze cut to her. “I’m countin’ on that.”
They sat and drank in silence for a couple of minutes. Not long, but long enough for her to get antsy. She came here for a reason, and she needed to get to it. She couldn’t wait on the beer to renew her motivation. She’d just have to discuss this without the edge of anger from before.
She eased her beer onto the table and turned to face him. Because it was the polite thing to do, he did the same, turning to face her. Though why he bothered to be polite now, she didn’t know. “What’s your deal?”
He immediately stiffened, his eyes shielding again. “What do you mean?”
She sighed, rubbing her hand in her hair and realizing she probably should’ve taken some time to gussy up a bit. Too late now. “I mean, you act like you’re interested in me, but then you avoid me. This isn’t high school,” she chastised lightly. “If you regress any more, you’ll be pulling my hair and running behind the monkey bars.” She laughed to try to ease the tension in the room.
It didn’t work. His already stiff body seemed to grow, his chest expanding, his presence strengthening before her eyes. She couldn’t help it. She looked, and yeah, it looked as if he was housing a damn Louisville Slugger in his worn jeans. He was getting bigger everywhere.
“If I was pulling your hair, you’d be too busy screaming my name, and I’d be too deep inside you for you to run anyway,” he rasped.
Oh. My. God. Xan felt heat creep up her face, her nipples tighten, her pussy creaming. Any question she had about him being interested just flew out the window. She tried to latch on to her sanity before it followed that same path.
What in God’s name was she doing here? She’d avoided men ever since she’d gotten away from that psycho ex of hers, and now it seemed she walked right into the lair of the very beast she’d tried shunning. She should’ve heeded Brody’s request to stay away because she just realized it wasn’t a request. It was a warning. She didn’t know how to get out of this, but one thing was for certain. She was going to kill her nosy neighbor for fueling this craziness.
“I-I should go,” she mumbled, attempting to get up. It was no use. He closed the distance between them, anchoring his hand around her tummy on her hip to keep her from moving.
“Not yet,” he breathed right before his lips crushed hers.
And there went the sanity she’d tried desperately to keep. His lips were like fire, like a balm. Both hot and soothing, moving over hers. She moaned as his hand caressed her cheek and slid into her hair. She knew all logic escaped her, but she tried to minimize the damage he was doing to her body.
“Let me in,” he growled against her lips as his hand tightened in her hair. She gasped at the erotically sharp tingle on her scalp, giving him the access he sought, breaking her last defense against his invasion.
His tongue dove into her mouth while his other hand tangled into her hair to control the kiss. He tugged at her hair, creating electrical currents that arced through her body and straight to her pussy. Then he massaged the pleasure-pain with a gentle caress. The sensation was so confusing to her mind, but pure ecstasy to her body. It was too much.
It was not enough.
Xan mimicked Brody’s actions by running her fingers through his long hair, giving herself over to the kiss. Why hadn’t she found long hair attractive on a man? She was nuts if she thought this wasn’t sexy. She fisted her hands into his locks, loving the growl that rumbled up his chest.
He broke away, trailing kisses along her jaw to the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck, controlling the movements of her head with his demanding hands.
This was the most exciting experience of her life, and all he was doing was kissing her. That thought brought her up short. She was out of practice, and it was obvious that this sex god knew what he was doing, stealing her breath, overloading her senses with the most pleasurable of attacks.
If she was going to give in after all these years, she wasn’t going to be timid about it. She’d worry about tomorrow when that day of regret got here, because she knew she’d regret this when her brain started working again. But, for now, she’d enjoy this moment. After all, she could be a senior citizen before she let herself give in to something like this again.
As he traced his lips down to the swell of her breasts, he tugged at the straps of her tank top, exposing the right one. With an agonized sound, he sucked her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, drawing on it with a desperation she didn’t fully understand, but somehow seemed to share. One hand slipped between her shoulder blades, positioning her as an offering to his ravenous mouth. The other was pushed up underneath her shirt, rubbing and squeezing her other breast. And all she could do was hold on to his head as her body shook with need and a little uncertainty.
He pulled back, gripping the hem of her shirt and yanking it from her body before descending to her newly exposed nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other, licking and sucking it so hard that it flattened to the roof of his mouth.
“Fuck, your nipples are like candy,” he groaned, alternating his attention between her breasts.
She was lost in ecstasy, in a pleasure so intense she could do nothing but let him ravish her, but her own hands ached to explore his body, and her mouth demanded to taste him all over. She might never have another chance to taste a man, and she damn well was going to do everything she could to draw his essence into her body to remember in the cold nights ahead. She freed her hands from his hair and tugged on his shirt, pulling it from his jeans. He was a little dirty, but she didn’t care. The hint of mechanical grease and male power was like an aphrodisiac she couldn’t ignore.
He lifted his head and helped her remove his shirt, staring down at her once he was divested of it. His fingers grazed her wet, swollen nipples, and she thrust them up into his touch, her head falling back as she moaned. His mouth latched on to her thro
at, kissing and suckling the sensitive skin, and she finally rubbed her palms along his chest, feeling his muscles bunch and tighten under her caress. He kissed up to her ear, worrying her lobe with teeth as he panted. Chills raced over her body, making her want more right now. She didn’t want to wait another minute to enjoy this man fully. She tweaked his flat nipples, squeezing and pinching them lightly as he grunted into her ear. He took her mouth again, kissing her forcefully while she clutched his jeans, finding the button and releasing it from its mooring. When the zipper rasped, his arms came around her, holding her to him tightly, one hand grabbing her hair while the other snaked around her back.
She freed his cock and couldn’t seem to grab it fast enough. He growled into her mouth as she fisted it, stroking it without mercy.
“Damn you,” he muttered when taking a breath, still kissing her. His hips jerked up, fucking her hand as she continued her assault.
He tried pushing her down onto the couch, but she wasn’t having that. She broke away from his kiss, which took effort because of the hold he had on her head. He relaxed his grip, letting her kiss his jaw, his neck, trailing down to his chest, kissing and nipping him as she went. She rubbed the flat of her tongue against his nipple, then bit down on it while she continued to jerk him off. He winced, but his hands found her hair again, holding her to him. As she resumed her exploration of his body with her mouth, she drifted down, licking his bellybutton, feeling the rasp of his hair against her tongue. She was eagerly waiting to taste his cock, and she wasn’t the only one. The hands in her hair began pushing her down, guiding her to the engorged erection. Her tongue eased out, lapping the wetness pooled at its tip. His cock jerked and he moaned, his hands tightening in her hair almost painfully. Even though feeling him guide her did kick up her excitement, she wanted to be the one in control, not him.
She ignored his cock and kissed to the side of it as she grabbed his pants and tugged. He lifted his hips enough for her to pull them down to his knees. He kicked off his shoes so she could remove his pants, but she already had enough room to work with. She kissed one thigh then the next, enjoying the rasp of his hair against her nipples. He tried tugging her head back to his cock, but she swatted at his arm. He growled in frustration, but eased up on his demand, letting her explore.
She kissed his balls before kissing and biting all over his thighs and belly, running her hands up his chest to pinch his nipples as she worked her way back up his body.
“You’re fuckin’ killing me, baby.” His hips rocked, seeking contact with anything.
As she navigated back down his abdomen, she discovered a trail of pre-cum from his dick to just below his bellybutton where it hovered.
“Mmmm.” She licked the salty treat from his tummy, tasting the sweat beading on his skin before giving the tip of his cock a quick swipe.
He groaned, and she decided he’d had enough torture. Without any preliminaries, she took him into her mouth, to the back of her throat, sucking him hard, greedily.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His hips came off the couch, shoving his cock deeper. “Oh God, Xan. Like that, baby. Just like that.”
As she relished the perfect treat, she squeezed his balls, letting her finger rub the sensitive area just behind his sac. She sucked him relentlessly, taking him deep and pulling back to suck the head while her tongue rubbed under the sensitive crest, and she repeated this over and over. She hadn’t sucked a real cock in years. From the way his body was tightening and groans were escaping, she was doing everything right. But now it was time to blow his mind.
She relaxed her jaw and swallowed him, milking him with her throat, the hair at his groin tickling her nose when she took the whole thing. A low rumbling growl built deep within his chest as his hands fisted brutally in her hair. She didn’t care. The pain just added to the erotic thrill she was getting just out of giving him this pleasure.
“Fuck, Xan. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
His words were a plea she ignored. She eased back a bit to breathe before renewing her efforts.
He shouted a litany of curses, trying to hold back, but his attempt was futile. Within seconds, his whole body stiffened, his cock growing impossibly hard. “I’m coming,” he groaned. “Swallow me, baby. Take it all. Fuck!”
The first splash down her throat startled her, but she worked her throat, milking him and taking everything he had to give. She continued sucking until he softened and relaxed his hold on her hair, but his dick was still harder than she figured it’d be.
He grabbed her sides and pulled her up to his lap. He kissed her with such intensity that she wondered where he found the energy. He’d come, so their sexual escapade was over. She should be relieved by this, but she couldn’t help but feel a little regret that it was ending with this sensual kiss. She figured her subconscious utilized the blowjob as a self-preservation mechanism to keep from fucking him. But, right now, she didn’t want logical.
The kiss built, intensifying, as she heard a soft rustling, her world tilting, swaying.
“Hold on, baby,” he whispered into her mouth, and she opened her eyes as she clutched his shoulders, realizing they were moving, already in a hallway when Brody shouldered his way into a room.
He deposited her on a bed, and she saw he was nude, a gloriously naked body before her. The rustling she’d heard must’ve been him shucking his jeans. He reached down to pull her shorts off her, and she stiffened. Lying here in only her lacy boy-short panties, she felt too exposed, too vulnerable. It was one thing to suck him off, keeping the control. It was a completely different thing to let him have his fill of her. Sensing her sudden discomfort, he caressed her legs, easing her as he pressed gentle kisses above her knees.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin as he worked his way up her body. He kissed right in the center of her lacey panties, and instead of relaxing and enjoying the attention, she trembled. The idea of sex was so far removed from her understanding that having a man touch her like this was too foreign to her. In theory, she didn’t have a problem with the mechanics of the act.
In reality, she was petrified.
“Easy, baby,” he mumbled when her tummy jumped. He gently clutched the lace and tugged, pulling her panties off.
“It’s, um, been a while for me.” Shit, her voice was shaking too. How embarrassing.
He hummed his acknowledgement against her thigh as he kissed his way back to her core, his long hair tickling her overly sensitive skin.
At least she’d waxed recently, she thought. It being summer and all, she did that for swimsuit season. The last two summers, she’d waxed it all off, not worrying about any man seeing her. Now she wondered if that was a mistake. She had no idea what men liked, but she found herself wanting to please him, which made no sense since she was also freaking out about him touching her like this. God, her emotions were all over the place.
Then his tongue sneaked out of his full lips and licked her from her ass to her clit. Her moan of surrender was mixed with his groan, their sounds rending the air.
And her resistance was gone. Her legs fell numbly open, giving him greater access. She shut her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure his mouth provided. He licked and sucked her lips, and as he tongued her, she creamed profusely, drowning him in her honey. Her hips shot up when he sucked her clit into his mouth. She moaned and clutched his head, begging him not to stop, and he grabbed her, pushing her back down, holding her still as he circled her clit, teasing her.
She was dying. This was so good she knew she wouldn’t survive him eating her. Then he shoved one finger into her pussy, and she had to redefine the definition of dying. Her pussy latched on to that lone finger, hoping it’d take up residence and never leave.
“God, you’re fucking tight.”
She couldn’t hold out. She felt fire lick her spine as her pussy fluttered around his finger in anticipation of the orgasm that was imminent.
“Oh God.” She didn’t want this to end, but she
couldn’t take any more. “I’m coming,” she yelled as he fucked her with his finger and sucked her clit into his mouth again.
She rode out her climax until she was utterly spent. Then he eased his finger from her and placed a chaste kiss atop her mound. Her eyes were shut, her arm thrown over her face. She was panting when he shifted, so she peeked to see him fumbling with his nightstand drawer. He pulled a foil packet and donned the condom in what had to be some kind of record. He hovered over her, lifting her leg, his cock poised at her entrance. He eased in, but she didn’t want easy. She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, forcing him to thrust harder.
“No, baby. Let me take you slowly. At least until I get in.”
She thrashed her head on the pillow, enduring the agony of his slow possession.
“Ahh, you’re so tight,” he breathed. “You’re like a vise, squeezing the life out of me.”
“Hurry, please. Please!” she begged. She didn’t care if she sounded desperate. She just wanted him in already. She pulled him to her on his next thrust, forcing him in halfway.
“Fuck, Xan.” His hips bucked, seemingly involuntarily as he buried himself to the hilt.
She screamed and clutched his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. His lips sought hers in a powerful kiss as he fucked her hard. She was beyond understanding sensations. He was so big and hard that the pleasure bordered on pain, but she met him thrust for thrust, seeking the deepest contact possible.
Out of nowhere, she climaxed again, screaming into his mouth. He grabbed her ass and angled her differently, pounding into her almost recklessly. His lips ripped from hers as his head fell back and he roared his release.
They held each other, bodies sweating, hers shaking. She tingled everywhere, so much so that her lips felt numb. She didn’t think she could speak even if she wanted to, which she didn’t right at this moment. He eased back, staring down at her. His eyes were soft as he caressed her face, and she realized she could get used to having him around.
If only she could tell him her secrets and trust him with her life, but she knew that would never happen. Still, she reached up and traced the bruises on his face, feeling him lean into her touch. But then he sighed and pulled free, groaning at the drag of flesh against latex-covered flesh. He left the room to dispose of the condom, and Xan wondered what she was supposed to do now. It wasn’t as if she did this. Ever. She didn’t know the protocol once the deed was done. Thanks for the fuck? See you around? Neither option sounded good. At least she had a reason to go. It wasn’t as if she could leave her son at home overnight. Well, technically, she could if they were a normal family, and she was comfortable with the idea of spending the night with a man, but neither scenario applied, so she wasn’t going to stay.