by Lucy Gage
“So over.” I rub her arms, happy she’s letting me touch her again.
Her chin tilts. “Good.” Shifting focus, she looks to her right. “We’re here.” The music pours from the club into the street. Nothing like a good bump and grind place to inspire dirty thoughts. And maybe a few dirty actions later.
Hey, every guy thinks hot woman + sexy situation = “Let’s Get It On” playing in our heads. Or whatever a guy’s go-to sex song is. Marvin Gaye sings to me, okay?
“You ready to dance?” I ask.
“Are you?”
“I was born ready,” I say in my best wise guy voice.
Meredith snorts with laughter again. “Let’s see those moves, tough guy.” She takes my arm and leads me inside.
On Monday, I’ll have to deal with the repercussions of missing that dinner with Warren. For now, I plan to enjoy every second I have with the goddess beside me.
Seize the moment—you never know when you’ll have another shot.
On the sidewalk, the night is on the verge of ending. We’re close to saying goodbye, possibly forever. I’m such a Goddamned wuss. I want so badly to ask for her number, tell her how great she is, and beg her to give me a chance at more. But I don’t dare. I’d probably scare her shitless, and then she’d run away, screaming. Forget the second date.
Instead, I go for alpha male, because it’s time I got my fucking mojo back. My hand cups her cheek, and my thumb tugs at her lip. It’s all I can do to keep my mouth that hair’s breadth away, to prevent my tongue from licking its way to tangle with hers.
“Come home with me.” My attempt at a demand is laced with fear. I want her so much, I might burst into flames with the desire coursing through my veins. In my pants, the big guy throbs with need. I hear you, buddy. If she says no, we might have a long night—hell, a long week—of re-acquaintance. What? Every guy talks to his dick sometimes.
Biting that lip I want to suck, her breathless words then tumble from her mouth. “On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“If this is just a pity fuck, you’ll walk away now.”
What? No fucking way. First of all, there is no pity here. She’s fucking amazing. Second of all, my dick’s constant salute since we met should be adequate evidence to support reason number one.
Instead of answering with words, I lunge at her with my lips, as I’ve wanted to do all night. My arms pull her hard against my body, one hand pressing her hips toward my raging hard-on, the other holding her neck in place so that I can plunder her mouth. The thumping beat of the music pouring from the club seems to pulse through us in time with my heartbeat, which is thrumming in my pants.
When I finally pull away so that we can breathe, I say, “Does that answer your question?”
She nods. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her tongue darts out to lick the bottom one. Jesus, I want to suck it back into my mouth. But this needs to be said.
“This is not about repaying me for theater tickets, and it’s not about anyone’s exes. This is about you and me.” Leaning closer, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.” Stepping back, I drop my hands from her waist, then shrug. “Unless that was your way of saying you were giving me a pity fuck.”
Meredith yanks me back toward her by my lapels, and our hips crash together. Yeah, buddy, we need to do that naked, I know. Her lips bump into mine as she speaks. “I’ve been thinking about your cock since it brushed my ass in line.” Between us, she strokes me.
“Shit. Don’t do that too long, or I’ll come in my pants,” I murmur.
“You need a good blow before we begin?”
Meredith is asking if I want her to suck my dick, and he jumps for joy in her palm. She rubs me again. Fuck. We the People . . . Her hand leaves my crotch, and she waves it toward the street as if looking for a taxi. It saves me from needing to recite the entire Declaration of Independence in my head. She winks at me. “Let’s get back to your place.”
Once more glad for my long coat, I shove my hands into my pockets to bunch it across my too-obvious tentpole. “I’m staying uptown. Do we need to get one of those Uber things?”
Her laugh, melodic and sweet, makes me smile. “We could, but here's a cab. It'll be faster than waiting for an Uber.”
Inside the car, I give the driver the hotel address. It seems like a lifetime ago that I made the stop there with Joe.
Beside me, Meredith curls into my body—I guess it's for warmth in this chilly cab. Maybe this guy likes it cold to keep him awake.
With the flick of a few buttons, I slip open my jacket. “Come here,” I mumble into her ear and envelop her with my coat, swooping her legs onto my lap, pulling her knees into her body so that I can rub her bare calves. “Better?”
Her hand cups my cheek, and she traces my lip with her thumb. “Much.” We begin a dance with our mouths that's far more sensual than the frantic need from the sidewalk. Our kissing lasts like that for what seems like years, but at a stoplight, she pulls away.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Definitely,” she replies, her smile tentative.
“We don’t have to do this,” I whisper. “It’s okay if you changed your mind.”
Her head shakes. “I haven’t.”
“Are you sure?”
She answers me with her lips pressed to mine. Now that I’ve tasted her, it’s impossible to resist. In the way of practiced lovers, it’s not long before tenderness morphs into passion, lips yearning, hands wandering. Fighting the urge to slip my palm between her thighs, instead, I allow it to roam toward her ass, where I’m surprised to find nothing that resembles a panty line. The idea that she could be commando and not wearing a thong arouses me more, and in the safety of my jacket, she slides her palm over the thickening ridge in my pants. I moan into her mouth, too horny to care that we’re in a taxi.
I’m in awe of this chemistry between us, but the memory of when I last felt anything close to this scares the shit out of me. Only once in my life has it been this intense so quickly, and that did not end well. In fact, until tonight, I was still getting over it, remember? And yet, I can’t stop myself.
Before long, the driver announces that we’re at our destination. I hand him some cash, we depart the car, and as we walk toward the hotel doors, I whip my jacket closed to conceal my arousal, then grab Meredith’s hand and entwine our fingers. The smile she offers sends a quiver through me, her grin a sweet and sexy promise—my favorite combination.
In the elevator, I wrap my arms around her waist to indicate that I’m still on board. “What I really want to do right now is take you against this wall and watch myself fucking you in the mirror.” We both look up at the reflective ceiling.
“Is there a big mirror in the room?” she asks.
Thinking, I recall one over the dresser. “Yes.”
“Good.” She says nothing more, but she shimmies her ass against my cock. Christ, I need to be inside her soon.
We quickly enter the room, and as the door clicks, and I flick the light switch on, she shoves me against the wall. “Alex,” she purrs. “Let me suck your cock, so you have plenty of stamina.”
How can I say no to that?
“Wait,” I insist before she can unbuckle my pants. She's not even letting me strip my jacket. I shrug from my coat and toss it toward the closet, not caring if it hits anything. Then I remove her wool trench, sending it in the same direction as my own. Those ripe tits are staring at me again like they have been all night.
“You can touch,” she says. And her palms stroke upward along her waist, until they’re cupping her breasts. She gives them a squeeze, and I can see the nipples pebble through the fabric. Fuck me running, it occurs to me, after what I learned in the cab, that she may have been utterly nude under this one scrap of clothing all. Damn. Night.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” I tease with a grin.
“Just noticing that I’
m mostly naked?”
“Fuck, Meredith.” I pull the tie to her halter and let the top fall, exposing her tits. Round, firm. Nipples like cherry stones. I need to taste them, so I bend to suck one into my mouth. While I swirl my tongue, my hand tweaks the other rosy peak, and she gasps.
“Alex,” she moans.
My hand drops to her waist and cinches her skirt upward. Underneath, I find a scrap of fabric covering her. She steps wider, letting her knees fall apart and giving me better access. Between her thighs, she is dripping, and I need to taste her as much as I need water.
My thumb strokes her clit. “Please,” she begs.
“Please, what?” I’ll do anything she requests.
“I need you to touch me.”
“Tell me what you want.” I fucking love dirty talk.
“Fuck me with those long fingers.”
A growl escapes my throat, and I capitulate. Two fingers plunge inside her soft, wet heat. She moans, and my little friend strains to leave my pants.
Her groan of pleasure tells me that I’m giving her exactly what she needed. I let her fuck my hand for a few seconds, and then I remove my fingers. She whimpers, but when I suck them clean, her blue eyes beg me to continue. This time, as I stroke her, curling my fingers to reach her g-spot, we lock eyes, and hers widen. Again, I pull my fingers away, but this time, I offer them to her.
She doesn’t lick them tentatively. She swallows them deep and moans, the pressure of her suction enough to tell me she will literally blow my mind when she takes my cock in her mouth. I have died and gone to heaven. It’s the only realistic explanation.
I quickly turn her around, forcing her face-first against the wall. Unzipping the back of her dress, I watch it pool by her feet. The thong might as well not be there. I tug on it to pull it down, and it snaps. Over her shoulder, she stares at me, lust rolling off her in waves, her teeth biting her lower lip. I tear the rest of the lace scrap, and another erotic look passes her face.
The caveman act turns her on. Duly noted.
She’s bared to me, and I’m dressed. There is something so fucking erotic about that. By the look in her eyes when she spins in place, I can tell that she is as aroused by this idea as I am. Her hand reaches for mine, and she leads me to where the mirror sits on the dresser, across from the bed. When she attempts to remove her shoes, I shake my head. She smiles.
Roughly, she unfastens my pants, yanking them to the floor along with my boxers. She pinches her nipples, then bends at the waist to take me in her mouth. At this angle, with her ass in the air, her pussy stares at me from the mirror.
As I admire the curls that match the hair on her head, she engulfs me, and I am dizzy on my feet. My hand instinctively grabs for her hair, and my fingers dig into her scalp. A palm cups my balls and squeezes, and I’m lost. Between the perfect suction of her mouth, and the expert way she’s massaging my jewels, I’m so close to coming, it’s pathetic, really.
Words struggle to make it from my brain. “Going to come,” I gasp. And then, as she draws me deep into her mouth, moaning, I blow my load, and she swallows.
Seconds later, she removes her lips with a pop. My hand releases her hair. It cascades down her back as she shakes it loose. And then she dives toward me, fusing her mouth with mine and knocking me to the bed. My arms wrap around her, and I’ve never loved tasting myself on a woman’s lips more than in this moment.
Head spinning, I’m dazed, but I don’t care. She straddles my hips, and I reach around to touch her. As I swipe between her thighs, I am awed by how wet she is. I pull away from her mouth. “Jesus, Meredith, did you come?”
“Not yet, but I’m so close.”
“You liked that, huh?” I brush her hair from her face. She has to be the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Yes, people, more ravishing than that woman.
Her smile lights up my world. “I did. It’s gorgeous.”
“My cock?” I laugh.
“Yes. And big.”
I’m laughing hard now. “Not that big.”
“Big enough that I want to feel it inside me.”
“Now?”
“When you’re ready.”
“First, I need to return the favor.”
“Oh?”
“I can’t wait to taste you.” Lifting her for a better angle, I suck a tit into my mouth.
She whimpers. “Right now?”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Flipping her on her back, I slip off her shoes. “Then I think you should.” I strip, and when my shirt is off, she bites her fucking lip again. Her hand finds its way between her thighs to toy with her clit. “See something you like?”
“Everything.” She reaches for my dick and strokes, but he’s still sensitive. Hey, I’m not a twenty-something. It takes him a little time to be ready for another round, and she’s so good at blowjobs, she might as well have been fucking me bare. That’s about how long I lasted. Lame.
This woman deserves better, buddy.
“All of it?” I wonder. Even my fraternity tattoo, which I’d waited years to get because, well, some people didn’t much like ink? I asked the tattoo artist to make the tau larger in the middle so that the two deltas are balanced on either side. It sort of looks like the scales of Justice. It honors my brotherhood and my profession, which I think is pretty fucking cool.
“I like ink. I have some of my own,” she notes with a grin. The fact that she likes it at all makes me giddy like a fucking little girl, but she has ink? Where? Then she turns around and flips her hair up to reveal on her neck a quarter-sized outline of a green rose. If you look closely, the faint letters of a white tattoo can be seen, and—no way—it’s stacked Delta Zeta symbols. The rose is sitting on top of the delta. Holy shit, she’s a sorority girl. Damn.
Did I mention that I think she’s fucking perfect for me?
My fingers skim the ink and goosebumps pepper her pale flesh. I kiss the spot where she’s marked her time in Greek life then refocus my attention as my lips appreciate her sloping neck. “It’s beautiful,” I say as I roll her onto her backside. “You’re beautiful.”
I let my hand skim between her breasts, down to her navel. Meredith’s chest heaves in what I can only assume is anticipation as she props herself on her elbows to observe what I’m about to do. Her knees rise and fall to the side, exposing her to me, lifting her hips so that I can see all of her, pink, glorious, aroused. Not brazen, but trusting.
God, how sexy is it that she trusts me?
Before I touch her with my fingers, I kiss her deeply, covering her body with mine, matching our hips for a moment, aching to plunge into her heat. I run my tongue along her neck then travel south. One pebbled nipple. The other. A second or two in her belly button, and her fingers run through my hair, massaging my scalp. I resist the urge to moan, even though it feels heavenly.
And then I’m there, at the musky thatch of curls. I inhale and smile. My tongue swirls around her apex, and she squirms. I lick from her opening back up to her clit, tasting her tangy flavor as I go. “Delicious,” I murmur. I can’t hold back any longer, I have to feast on her like the starving asshole that I am, even if it means my scruffy face will scratch tender places.
She doesn’t seem to mind. Before I can think about how much I want to fuck her raw, she’s already tensing. Her thighs attempt to clamp my head, but I force them open for me. When her fingers tug my hair from the roots, I eat her more fiercely, devouring every bit of her pussy until I am in danger of bursting. I can feel my pre-cum dripping, eager to join the juices I taste on her. And then she gasps, yanks several strands from my head, and her hips buck as she screams, “Holy shit, Alex.”
I don’t relent. I force her to writhe. There is nothing more powerful than making a woman come all over your face except when she comes on your cock.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please, what, baby?” I’ve fallen into endearme
nts, but hell, this is so much more than a romp in the sack. I can’t remember being this aroused and unafraid, unencumbered by the past or its pain and stupidity. Right now, I’m here with Meredith and no one else. All that matters is giving her pleasure exactly how she wants it.
After years of sleeping with ghosts, that’s such a relief.
“I need you to fuck me, Alex. God, I need it hard.”
I jump from the bed and fling open my suitcase in search of my condoms. I always wrap it up. Always. I don’t like to think about my one moment of stupidity, so I’m never unprepared, okay? Despite the fact that, though I remember where it can lead, for the first time in forever, I really want to fuck bare. It feels fucking amazing.
When I return to her with a new string, she laughs and shakes her head, but says nothing. She’s clearly not-quite-satisfied, despite her orgasm, and I need to fix that. I let her wrap my dick, and then I don’t even wait. I plunge to the hilt, knowing that she’s so wet right now, I could probably pound her like a jackhammer, and she’d be perfectly okay.
That groan of pleasure? It’s from both of us, echoing around the room. I hope we make the neighbors jealous. Shit, I’m glad she blew me already because she’s such a perfect fit, my cock wants to dump his load again soon. In my head, I start reciting the Declaration so that I can keep my shit together.
I know I’m being rough, but Meredith seems to like it. When I pull out quickly and flip her onto her stomach, she whimpers at the movement. I rotate us so that we’re parallel to the mirror, then I yank her head back by her hair, and I re-position myself to enter her.
“Watch,” I demand, and I swear, her eyes fill with even more lust. How the hell can this be so fucking good? We just met. You’d think this kind of fantastic sex only happens between long-term lovers, not strangers. And yet, holy fuck, just the idea of watching us has me ready to blow my load. I shove into her, and when I hit the end, she cries out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Leaning near her ear, my chest pressing into her back, skin to skin, I growl, “I’m going to fuck you hard first. And then you’re going to ride me, sweet girl. I want you to come all over my cock. Understand?”