Big Man’s Heat

by Wylder, Penny

  The sign for the motel comes into view. Thank God, I think to myself. I'm on the brink of stopping in the middle of the road and yanking her onto my lap.

  Turning into the motel, I slip my finger free and feel her legs try to hold me in place. She's already breathing heavy. Her chest is rising and falling quickly. Her legs are opening and closing as if to stop the ache she's feeling.

  Parking the truck, I turn it off and we sit just staring at each other for a moment. The air around us is hot and heavy, drenched with desire. Her eyes dance between mine as she runs her fingers through her hair, brushing it over her shoulder.

  “You're coming, right?” she asks.

  “Not yet,” I say with a smirk.

  Grabbing the two bottles of wine from the back, I climb out and go to her door. Opening her door for her, she grins at me.

  “They raise gentlemen in the country.”

  “They raise men in the country, and real men open doors for a woman.” Holding out my hand, I help her out.

  We walk to the front lobby, and of course I know the guy at the desk. He stands and grins, a giddy stupid grin as he eyes Siobhan on my arm.

  “Look who the cat dragged in.”

  “Hey Jim,” I say.

  Sia digs around in her purse, pulling out her key card. “Second floor,” she says as she gives the guy a wave.

  “You two have a good night,” he calls out as we walk right past him to the elevator.

  “Thanks, Jim.” She looks up at me and smirks. “What?” I ask with a smile of my own.

  Shaking her head, she holds the key card between her fingers up against her chest. “I was thinking that we might be able to get away with this, and Jenna and Ryder wouldn't find out. But that's not going to happen, is it?”

  The elevator doors open and we step inside. The second they close, I grab her face and whisper. “Who cares if they find out. This isn't about them; this is for us.”

  Kissing her, she lets out an audible moan as my tongue slips inside her mouth. Her eyes shut and she falls forward into my arms. The kiss is dirty, sloppy, and I fucking love it.

  Her hands are in my hair, pulling and tugging as her tongue swirls around mine. The elevator stops and the doors open causing her to break away. Grabbing me by the arm, she yanks me out into the hall, dragging me to her door.

  Everything about this feels dangerous. Like we're doing something wrong, and the thought of someone catching us only makes it hotter.

  Slamming her against the wall right outside her door, I kiss her again. My lips move from hers to her neck, fluttering down her throat and over the tops of her breasts. Siobhan tangles her fingers in my hair as she rests her head back and moans.

  Her nails scrape down my scalp as she pushes her tits up against my face. My mouth keeps moving, up the other side of her neck, taking small bites. I nip the side of her throat, drawing out another moan.

  “So,” I say, letting my lips hover against her ear, “you going to open that door or do I have to kick it in?”

  Twisting her head, I keep kissing her as she tries to ram the card in the slot. She misses, then she misses again, grunting with frustration. I don't stop kissing her, making it even harder for her to focus.

  Running my hand up her ribs, I cup her tit and squeeze right as the light turns green and the door lock clicks open. Sia throws the door inward, and we both stumble inside. Slamming the door shut behind me, I set the bottles of wine down on the small table as she starts to pull off my jacket.

  She's kissing me feverishly. Sucking my bottom lip into her mouth slowly and sexily, she smiles as she drags it between her teeth until it plucks free. Her fingers move one button at a time as she undoes my shirt.

  There's a look in her eyes right now. Determined, hungry, needy, everything I feel inside I can see in her big blues.

  Sia shoves me down on the bed, her eyes glinting like gunmetal as she tilts her head into her shoulder. Reaching behind her back, she unzips her dress. Grabbing both straps, she pulls them down her arms, letting the dress pool around her feet.

  Her arms fall to her sides as she stands in nothing but her panties. Pulling her shoulders back, my eyes fall to her breasts as her nipples pebble and small goosebumps ripple down her skin.

  Stepping out of the puddle, she slips her fingers into the thin edge of her lacy white panties, pulling them down her thighs. I can't stop staring at her. Her body is perfect, her tits are perfect, her pussy smooth and glistening with arousal is fucking perfect.

  Reaching for her heels, I say, “No, leave them on.”

  Sia smiles at me as she steps in close. I run my hand up and down her thigh, across her stomach and up between her tits. I touch her all over, exploring her entire body. Her skin is soft and smooth, and I love how she shivers lightly as the tips of my fingers run down her sides.

  We were so hot and heavy before, but now, now I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every second of this. Every touch. Every kiss. Every naked piece of her skin. All of her.

  Grabbing her by the hips, I pull her in close. I run my tongue across her belly and trace a line from her naval to her mound. My hands move to her ass, squeezing tightly and pulling her hips closer as my tongue licks her pussy lips.

  Spreading her legs slightly, she massages my head with slow erotic movements. The tips of her fingers press against my scalp. Her nails rake against my skin. Her hands grip and pull at fistfuls of my hair as she moans with each swipe of my tongue.

  “That's it, sing for me.” My voice ripples over her pussy, causing her legs to shake.

  Cupping her ass, I lay back as I pull her higher up on my chest, positioning her pussy directly over my face. Sia is on her knees, the tips of her toes digging into the mattress as she adjusts herself above me.

  Driving my tongue into her heat, I fuck her with my mouth. Over and over I drive my tongue inside her body, tasting her juice as it seeps down my face. She's so fucking wet, I can't get enough.

  I want to sip her like a fine wine, allowing her arousal to sit on my tongue, and slip down the back of my throat as I swallow. Sucking her clit into my mouth, Siobhan moans, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

  Her clit is pulsing, throbbing so violently against my lips I know she's close to coming. The sharp edges of her nails pierce my skin as her body stiffens and her nipples turn into stiff peaks. Reaching up, I grab her tit, pinching her nipple between my fingers and twisting lightly.

  “Mm, fuck, Mark,” she groans, her words mostly air. Rocking her hips against my face, I drive my tongue back inside her pussy and let her ride my face until her thighs are shaking around my head.

  I love this. The reaction her body is having as she comes. But I'm not done, not by a long shot. My entire goal is to make her so weak she can barely stand. That's what sex is all about. It's not just about taking for myself, but giving to someone else.

  Seeing her pleasure turns me on. I'm hard as stone. My balls are tight and my cock is twitching to be inside her. I want to hear her scream my name as I fuck her so hard her body goes limp.

  Gripping her thighs, I push her up and slip out from underneath her. Sia rolls onto her back, her legs rubbing back and forth over each other. My eyes lick up and down her body, rolling down her chest, over her legs, and to the heels on her feet.

  Those fucking heels. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her laying there naked like that in nothing but a pair of sexy shoes that's driving me fucking insane.

  Ripping my shirt off, I pull my belt free and work my pants down my legs. My cock bounces free, firm and rigid. Staring up at me with big doe eyes, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.

  Taking her knees, I push her legs wide and start to climb between them. Stopping, her brows drop in curiosity. Holding up my finger, I dig my wallet out of my pants, searching for a condom.

  Where is it? I know I have one in here somewhere.

  “Shit,” I say under my breath.

  “What is it? What's wrong?”


  “I don't have a condom.” Throwing my wallet down, I look at her with defeat in my eyes. This is over. All of it ends here like this and there's nothing I can do.

  “Fuck it, I don't care. Just fuck me,” she commands, reaching up and grabbing my dick.

  I groan, a husky deep noise that I feel come out from the depths of my gut. Her hand tightens around my length as she strokes from my crown down to the base and back up again.

  “Fuck me, Mark, I need to feel you inside me.” Squeezing the tip, she rubs a small drop of pre-cum around my swelling head.

  Growling, I don't even think twice about it. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's how sweet she tasted in my mouth, maybe it's just the fact that my animal instincts are kicking in and I'm not thinking with my head. But I can't ignore the need in her voice. She's begging for me, and I'm going to give her exactly what she wants.

  Climbing on top of her, she butterflies her legs wide, making room for me. Her pussy glistens, sparkling with desire as she arches her back, and lifts her ass off the bed. The sharp tips of her heels dig into the mattress. The muscles of her thighs thicken and tighten as she holds her ass up high.

  Holding my cock, I rub it up and down between her folds, wetting the tip so I can slide in easily. With a tenderness, I slowly push myself inside her. Gripping her ankle, I lift her leg and rest it on my shoulder.

  Her eyes close, and she releases a soundless moan. Lowering myself to the bed, I lean forward, keeping her leg over my shoulder. Pulling back out, my crown almost breaks free from her body, but Sia quickly throws her hands around my lower back, and jerks her hips up, keeping me inside.

  Everything about this is so feral and raw. We're strangers. Strangers sharing something so sensual, so primal, so intense. I don't even know her last name, but I know she has a birthmark on the outside of her left thigh shaped like a bird with its wings stretched out. I don't know what her favorite food is, but I know her stomach trembles when I kiss her just beneath her hairline on the back of her neck.

  Throwing my hips forward, I expel a guttural moan as my cock hits the back of her pussy. Running my hand up her leg and over her thigh, I grab her at the hip as I fuck her. Palming her tit, I kiss her hard and fast.

  Sia writhes beneath me as she purrs into our kiss. Her entire body begins to quake as a second orgasm thrashes through her muscles. Her legs curl around my waist as I piston my hips until my cock bursts at the seams.

  Coming hard, my entire body shatters from the inside out. My stomach clenches tight and my muscles buzz as they surrender to the beauty beneath me. She's gorgeous. A muse like I've never seen before.

  My cock twitches inside her body and her pussy bears down around my length. We're breathing hard, our chests rising and falling together. Dropping my head against her shoulder, I stay still for a few seconds before rolling off of her.

  Sitting up, I remove her heels for her, dropping them to the floor. I pull the covers back, and we both climb underneath. I know I should probably get dressed and go home. That would be the right thing to do.

  This is a one-time thing. We're two people who are looking for a good time, for an escape from our own thoughts. But I don't want to leave. I can't leave.

  I've never felt like this before. This pull, this pure and naked need to stay here with her like this.

  Sia curls herself up against my ribs, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. Laying her head on me, she runs the very tip of her fingers up and down my chest. They move slow, growing slower and slower with each stroke until they just stop altogether.

  Brushing her tousled hair out of her face, she's asleep. I smile to myself, and close my eyes, letting sleep steal me away.

  It's just one night. Why not just enjoy it?

  Tomorrow everything will change. We'll go our separate ways, back to our lives, and all of this will become a distant memory.

  For now, I'm just going to enjoy this small taste of paradise.

  4

  Siobhan

  Opening my eyes, I can feel him behind me, his bare chest pressing against my naked back. His warmth covers me like a blanket as his arm drapes over my side, unknowingly pulling me to him in his sleep. Glancing back over my shoulder, I can't stop the smile that takes over my face.

  I love this. I love this more than the sex itself. This big strong man holding me close and tight, his body curling around mine. There's something different about him, something I can actually physically feel deep in my core.

  Last night was mind blowing. I've never been with a man who took care of me before taking care of himself. Twice he made me come and both times made me see stars. He was selfless, treating my body like a temple.

  Relaxing into his arms, I revel in this feeling. Warm, protected, safe. This small town man is giving me feelings no big city guy has ever been able to do. A little piece of me wishes it didn't have to end. That we could lie here like this for as long as we want to. That this moment never has to end. That all these feelings are real and valid and not some leftover aphrodisiac from a good orgasm.

  A girl can pretend, right?

  I roll over to face him, nuzzling my face against his chest as he adjusts his arms around me. As I watch him sleep, I study his features. Broad chin, dark brows that contrast his dirty blond hair, and a scar that runs across his hairline. I lift my hand and softly touch the scar, running the pad of my finger over the raised skin.

  He wiggles his head slightly as if to cast a fly off his forehead. Looking at the clock over his shoulder, I still have a little over an hour and half before I have to leave for the airport to catch my flight back home.

  The light layer of hair across his chest tickles my nipples, making them perk up. Licking my lips, I know exactly how I want to spend my last hour here. Tickling my fingers down his chest, I start to stroke his cock.

  Mark shifts in his sleep, rolling onto his back. His cock thickens in my hand as he lets out a deep exhale. Watching him closely, his eyes flicker behind his lids, but he's still asleep. His dick is firm, thick, and all I want is to wake him up in a way he'll never forget.

  Licking the tip of his cock, I swirl my tongue around his swollen head, then run it down his shaft. Flattening my tongue, I lick up the underside, and suck his entire cock into my mouth.

  Mark stirs, his hips shifting as his fingertips slip over my head. Groaning, a sleepy, scratchy moan, he curls his fingers into my hair as I suck his cock. My mouth swallows him whole, sucking him in as deep as I can and still able to breathe. He fills my throat completely. His muscle hard as rock as my cheeks hollow with each pull of my lips.

  “Mm,” he moans, giving his hips a little jerk.

  Looking up his body, Mark is half awake with a sleepy smile on his face. Curling my fingers firmly around his length, I stroke him as I suck him off. His mouth curls to one side as he inhales sharply.

  I love the way he's looking at me right now. His eyes glossy with leftover dreams, focusing on me and only me in a way that makes my heart speed up and my stomach flip. I'm not even sure he's taken the time to blink.

  Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulls my head back. It's rough and gentle at the same time. His fingers eager, but not losing complete control. He guides me up, pulling my face to his for a deep kiss.

  My pussy is aching for one more time with him. My time is limited, and we only have a few more minutes before the clock strikes twelve and I have to run off like Cinderella back to my life.

  Straddling his waist, I press his tip against my entrance, slipping him inside. My entire body shudders as he enters me, spreading my walls to the max. His thick length throbs inside my body as he closes his eyes and moans.

  With a grunt, the tips of his fingers dig into my hips. His large hands and tight grip help lift me as I start to ride him. Tipping his head back, Mark whispers. “Hot damn.” His eyes roll back in his head and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

  “Mm,” moaning, I keep slamming my pussy down. The thick mane of hair around his base tickles my s
oft and tender skin.

  Mark thrusts his hips up, penetrating me to the core. I wish I could feel this way forever. Free of the city, free of all the eyes, the expectations, the weight I carry every single day.

  This man is giving me a little bliss before I toss myself back into chaos. For a brief moment in time, I don't have to be prim and proper. I can forget the fancy gowns, the silk sheets, the fine china. Right now, all of that means nothing.

  I'm not that girl. I'm not Siobhan Andrews with important parents and standards that far exceed what I want and dream of. I want to paint. I want to draw. I want to create. I don't want to be a carbon copy of every other person around me.

  Thrusting up hard and fast, Mark runs a flat palm up my stomach and between my breasts. Cupping my cheek, he strokes his thumb across my bottom lip as his eyes focus on my face.

  Bucking my hips, my clit begins to pulse with a heartbeat of its own. My skin flushes pink as my entire body heats from the inside out. Mark's dark eyes grow even darker as his brows dip in and his jaw clenches tight.

  His touch becomes rougher, fingers greedier, hands more intense as he smooths his palms down my ribs, moving them around to my back, and up to my shoulder blades. Pulling me down, he crushes my chest to his.

  “Mm, Mark,” I moan.

  Over and over my hips slam down and his cock thrusts up. My moans grow in volume, turning from soft to loud and frantic. I'm so close, every inch of my skin is buzzing with electricity.

  Wrapping his strong arms around my back, he holds me so close I can feel his heart pounding. Mark's fingers spread wide open on my back, keeping me right where he wants me. My nipples turn stiff and my pussy seeps as he keeps grinding up.

  His lips find mine. Forceful and manic as his length turns hard as diamond. Every muscle in his body begins to tremble. I can feel his fingertips as they vibrate, his arms as they shake, and his stomach as it quivers.

  I'm drunk on him. Swaying my hips, I can hardly lift myself anymore as the orgasm sweeps through my body rendering me weak. My muscles collapse, surrendering to the feeling coursing through my veins.