by Kim Karr
Reaching for him once again, I am ready to fuse more than our mouths.
Fast as sin, he captures both of my wrists with his hands and pushes my arms over my head. My fingers curl over the headboard as I gaze into his eyes. Even though I am not accustomed to men selecting sexual positions for me, I hold on.
Like lightning, he strikes and positions himself on top of me. Once there he uses his arms to keep from crushing me. Like this, his cock nudges me, and oh God, I feel tiny tremors all through my body.
So ready for this, I part my legs for him and tilt my hips to allow him entrance. He rubs his tip over my pussy, pushing in a little before lowering onto his forearms and reaching between us to guide himself inside me.
I moan when he’s all the way in, and he does too. Louder, with a sound more ferocious than I’ve ever heard from any man.
His thrusts are deep, quick, and feel so good. He moves. I move. The rhythm is automatic. It is as if we know each other’s body, when clearly we do not. Yet, there is no fumbling or guessing. Just two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly.
He fucks me fast, and then faster still. Slow is not on the table right now. When he pushes up onto his hands to drive his cock deeper, I open wider, and wider still until I’m wrapping my feet around him, all the while my hands continuing to grip the headboard.
He said he wanted to fuck me, and that is exactly what he is doing.
Moving.
Moving.
Moving.
In the spirit of adjusting to make each thrust better than the last, he slides his hands beneath my ass to tilt me against him. And God, the delicious friction has my body climbing higher and higher and higher still.
Giving.
Taking.
His eyes never leave mine, not even when he readjusts our position again, this time to slide a hand between us to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts.
That’s when I really start to tip into the swirling oblivion of orgasm and I can’t hold onto the bed any longer. Letting go, I rake my nails down his back, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave my mark.
Words are said by him. By me. I don’t know what or who. All I know is I’m on the edge, higher than I have ever been. Insane pleasure whipping through my body, it’s practically animalistic in nature.
It’s like we’re moving in the most feral way.
Harder.
Faster.
More desperately.
Losing myself in sweet nothingness, I feel the pleasure wash through me in shimmering rays of color, and then I’m coming in long, rippling waves, calling out his name, and God only knows what else.
“Keep your eyes open,” he grunts through gritted teeth.
Trembling from head to toe, I open my eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them. As soon as I see his face, his come face, I start to unravel all over again, riding those waves for as long as they’ll carry me.
Keen shudders and his impending climax strikes. I watch everything about him: the strain on his face, the lowering of his brows, the way his eyes first squint and then practically roll back in his head, the way his mouth parts in a perfect O to let out his groan.
Once his climax has left its mark, instead of rolling off me, his arms slide beneath me and he clutches me tight. The warmth of this bed is like a blanket that I don’t want to take off. And when he burrows his face harder into my skin, I press my head against him to feel even more. When I do, he just holds me and holds me.
Soon, though, maybe too soon, he pushes himself off me to roll to the side with one arm and leg thrown over my body. “Holy fuck,” he says, his voice gravelly, sex-stained.
“Yeah, holy fuck is right.”
Almost giddy, we smile and look into each other’s eyes, probably both reliving what just took place.
It was intense.
Raw.
Real.
Insanely hot.
Once both of our breathing is almost back to normal, Keen moves to get rid of the condom in a nearby trash can and then resumes his position right beside me.
I turn my body a little more. “So, angel or devil?” I ask.
His hand is moving lazily up and down my side in smooth, flat strokes, and he pauses to look over his shoulder, then turns back with a grin. “By the blood dripping down my back, I wouldn’t say angel, and devil is pushing it. I’m going with bedwrecker, just like the song says.”
A little thrilled by his name for me, I can’t even address that until the issue of bodily harm is cleared up. I make a low noise of disbelief. “I did not scratch deep enough to cut open your skin.”
“You most certainly did.” He twists to turn the light on and show me. Sure enough, there are deep scratches there.
I sit up with the intention of jumping up and grabbing him a washcloth. “Oh, my God, I did that?”
The wicked grin on his face tells me he likes it.
Tits out, I give him a seductive stare. “You should come in the shower and let me clean you. Oh, I mean the cut, that is.”
Turning back, he grabs me just as I swing my legs off the bed. Capturing me, he pulls me down and holds me in place. “Only if we can play nurse/doctor.”
Trying, but not super hard, to squirm out of his hold, I have to laugh. “As a matter of fact, I have an excellent bedside manner.”
His mouth finds my ear. “That’s great to hear, my little bedwrecker, because I’d like you to use that skill right now,” his lips trail down my neck, “by staying right here where you’re needed.”
“Shower,” I tell him as his lips close around my nipple and I writhe beneath him.
“Later,” he tells me back, trailing his hot mouth down to my navel.
Oh, that feels too good.
“We have all night, nurse of mine,” he says, blowing against my clit. “First I have to taste you.”
Bucking at the contact, I certainly am not going to argue or tell him I planned on being the doctor.
I rise on my elbows. Keen on his belly on the bed is just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And soon his mouth is on my sex and I cry out when he kisses me there, right there, on the spot made to drive every woman wild.
Then he licks me, and moans, “Oh, fuck, you taste so good.”
It’s so strange, I feel like I am floating on a cloud. The buzz long gone, I’m high on this lust, this driving desire for more. For the short time we have together, I’m willing to be whatever he wants me to be.
Nurse.
Doctor.
Poker player.
Hell, craps shooter if that’s what he wants.
And yes, even his little bedwrecker…
If he insists.
4
EYES OPEN
Maggie
When a player puts all his or her chips in a pot, that player is said to be all in. In this case the chips are fish crackers from the minibar and we aren’t playing for money.
The sun is just coming up. “I’m going all in,” I announce.
He snorts lightly and drinks more juice. “You sure you want to do that?”
I lean forward in my towel, pushing all of my fishies to the center of the bed. “I am.”
Keen’s damp hair falls in genuine disarray over his forehead. “You do remember a full house beats two pairs, which beats three of a kind?”
“I do, smart-ass.” I stick my tongue out at him.
Yes, we’ve been at this for almost three hours, including breaks of course to pay up. And yes, he has won every hand, even though he is really trying to teach me. But you see, winning this hand is more than winning the sexual favors or shower privileges of the past hands. Not that I didn’t enjoy those fruits, even on the losing end. This is for the gold, the one who will make the first trip to see the other.
“I’ll see you,” Keen says as he pushes his chips forward.
Warmth swirls inside me as I put my ace and three of hearts down.
“Not bad,” Keen murmurs, setting his own card
s down.
I make like I’m stretching and purr a little. “Mind if I go for my victory lap now?”
Straight faced, he shoves a licorice stick in his mouth and makes like it’s a cigar. “Just hold on.”
He flips the next card…
An ace of clubs.
Crap. Crap. And double crap. I am so going to lose that I can feel my shoulders start to sag.
Wait!
The tell.
He called that the tell.
I won’t give him any tell. I’ll bluff instead.
“Oh, lookey-lookey.” I kick my legs up a little and sit back, letting my towel open in the process. “Now that is one great card.”
Chewing on the end of his licorice stick, he glances across at me—more like stares right where I intended for him to stare. “Not going to work.”
“What isn’t going to work?” I ask innocently.
“Your sex appeal. Serious card players are immune to everything around them but the game.”
Honestly, I can’t help myself. I know he prides himself on being one of those super-serious players. He’s played in Vegas, underground in LA, and all over New York. He’s told me so. I think his passion for it is super sexy. So bad boy. Yet, I have to do this. I know exactly what I can do to distract him and I start with letting my towel fall from my body. And I’m just getting started.
Licking my finger, I draw a line right between my breasts to my clit and begin to rub slow, deliberate circles around it.
He’s watching.
Jaw slack.
Eyes gleaming.
Cock springing to life between the folds of his towel right before my eyes. And if I look hard enough, I think there’s some pre-cum on his tip already.
There, I did it, so I stop but leave my hand right where it is so I can gloat. Before I can do that, though, the fun turns serious.
In one fell swoop, he wipes the poker table from the center of the bed and rises up on his knees. “Don’t stop. Keep touching yourself,” he whispers in a voice rough-edged with need.
My gaze meets his as an inferno blazes between the two of us.
I brush my fingertips over my clit again, this time pretending it is his fingers, not mine. “What about the game?”
Soon his cock is settled firmly in his fist, and he pumps it slowly as he watches me with the most intent gaze. “Screw the cards, you win,” he murmurs. “I’ll come out to California in two weeks.”
I hold back my smirk, watching him watch me, way more pleasurable than gloating—right now, anyway.
I want him to fuck me one more time before our time is up. I want him to fill me, and talk dirty to me, and tell me how beautiful I am. I want so much, and yet time is short. Staying up all night didn’t seem to make it any longer.
I want him.
Him.
I fall back on the pillow and open my legs wide, giving him a better view. And then I move my hand faster and faster and faster still.
The bed dips as he moves closer. Every single nerve in my body is alive as I look up at him. He’s still on his knees and his hand is still on his cock. I wait for him to stop. To push inside me and fuck me until I scream his name. Until I have to leave.
“Don’t stop, Maggie,” he says. “I want to watch you come.”
Oh, God, he’s so hot. I move my fingers faster, harder, as I watch him do the same with his fist.
Pumping.
Moving.
He lets his free hand roam to my hip and then down, but not where my hand is, lower still. A place, I have to say, I have never let a man touch.
Slowly, he circles the puckered skin, a little faster as I play with my clit, and even faster as he hand-fucks his cock.
The pleasure is immeasurable. My breath is coming in short, harsh pants, and my hips are moving. Bucking. Thrusting. I’m close. I’m so close.
“Come for me. Maggie, come for me.”
His plea is easily answered as every part of me contracts—my clit, my ass, my pussy—and then pleasure explodes in bursts of colors all around me.
“Yes, fuck,” he cries. “Maggie!”
Hot wetness spatters my chest. It pumps out of him in hard spurts. The scent of him filling me, the sound of him filling me, the very essence of him filling me.
He leans to kiss me in the softest, sweetest way, and then he pulls up the sheet and wipes me clean again in the sweetest way.
It’s unexpected.
Hard and soft.
Falling beside me, he pulls me into his arms. “What is this thing between us?” he asks, his voice low but still audible.
“I don’t know.” I shake my head and look up at him.
He pushes the hair from my face. “We won’t label it. We’ll just see what happens when we see each other next?”
“Yes, who knows—we might hate each other,” I joke.
He laughs. “You’ll hate me if I don’t make it.”
I laugh too, a little ruefully, though. “Yes, I will.”
Grinning, he holds me a little tighter. “I will do my best to get off work and come out to California in two weeks.”
That satisfies me. So much so that I wiggle out of his hold and stand up to cage his chest with my legs. Raising my arms in the air and doing a little dance, I shake my head back and forth.
With a shake of his head, he grabs at my calves and hauls me back down to him. “You are crazy.”
My gaze lowers down his hot body. “No, I’m just excited.”
Noticing, he smirks a little and lifts my chin. “Be as excited as you want, but this stays between the two of us until I can talk to Brooklyn.”
The stern look on his face is to tell me not to tell Cam or Makayla either. It’s just a little unrequited crush that obviously doesn’t really matter, considering the fact that Brooklyn hooked up with two girls last night, but I give him a dutiful, “I promise.”
“Good! Now that that is settled, why don’t you be a good girl and walk over toward the television.”
I eye him. “Why?”
He reaches for the night table and picks up his phone, lifting it. “Just do it.”
So he wants my picture, does he?
I’ll be happy to oblige. I slip into my skimpy panties and sway my hips, walking away from him as I do. No face, of course, but I’ll let him gawk at my body if he wants.
Snap.
Snap.
This thing between us is so easy, and I can’t help but grin like a cat that ate a canary, all the while swaying my hips and even giving him the “hang loose” sign, just because I can.
When the room is too quiet, I look back. His face screams of sin. It makes me want to run toward him and jump on the bed. And as if that isn’t enough, his hair is all mussed up and sexy looking as he leans back against the headboard. It’s not my fault that I’m wondering if we have time for another round. It’s his, and his over-the-top good looks and incredibly obscene moves in bed.
Knock.
Knock.
Panic grips me. “What time is it?”
Keen looks a little closer at his phone. “Eight.”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Maggie,” Makayla calls. “You ready?”
I rush toward the bed and wrap the sheet around me before going to the door and cracking it open. “Hey,” I say through the small opening. “I’ll meet you downstairs. Give me five minutes.”
Looking really peaked, she starts to open the door. “You want me to help you pack?”
I close it a little. “No, I’m good. Meet you downstairs.”
“Okay. Cam is meeting Keen for breakfast. It’s just you, me, and Brooklyn,” she says, rather relieved I don’t need her help, I can tell.
Hung over—obviously.
I close the door and lean against it. Keen is gathering his things that are scattered all over the room and I wish I could stay. But I can’t. I start my new job tomorrow and he has to work today anyway. Geez…he works all the time, from what I can tell.
Looking up, he catches my eye. “Remember what we decided.”
“I do,” I answer resolutely.
Promise.
5
TIED TOGETHER WITH A SMILE
Maggie
Date: January 1
Time: 11:11 a.m. EST
Big Dick: Make it to the airport on time?
Me: Who is this?
Big Dick: How many big dicks do you know?
Me: Enough to make me wonder.
Big Dick: How about the last big dick that was in your bed?
Me: Keen, it’s you. Sorry :)
Big Dick: haha! Glad I made such an impression.
Me: By the name you gave yourself in my phone I assume you think it was a big one.
Big Dick: With the way you were screaming my name, I didn’t think there were any complaints.
Me: bahaha! I didn’t realize you’d changed your name after we exchanged numbers last night.
Big Dick: Did it while we were exchanging numbers. You were too distracted by my big dick.
Me: Was I? Don’t remember. Do you see stars when you come?
Big Dick: Ummm…no. Do you?
Me: Sometimes.
Big Dick: Did you see stars when I made you come?
Me: A girl never tells. They’re telling us to turn off our phones.
Big Dick: Way to leave me hanging.
Me: By the way, I’m changing your name to Best Lay Ever.
Big Dick: You weren’t half bad yourself, Maggie May. Have a safe flight, bedwrecker.
Date: January 1
Time: 9:12 p.m. PST
Me: Made it home. I smell like you.
Best Lay Ever: Wish I could smell you.
Me: Me too. What are you doing?
Best Lay Ever: Working. What about you?
Me: Lying in my bed.
Best Lay Ever: What are you wearing?
Me: OMG! I knew you were going to ask me that.
Best Lay Ever: What guy wouldn’t say that when a gorgeous girl says she is lying in bed, haha.
Me: You’re so full of compliments. Because of that I’ll tell you. A camisole and your black boxer briefs. Did you miss them? haha