Authors: Audrey Carlan
“Any more of that, Beauty, and we’ll be over before we’ve begun,” he warned. “Come here. Bring those sweet lips to mine.”
I crawled up his body and took his mouth. He still tasted of the berry notes from the wine and something a little darker, richer. He sucked my tongue and nibbled my lips. “Now, my Beauty. You take me,” he offered.
I shook my head and stared deep into his dark eyes. “Together.”
His tongue swirled with mine, then he went deep, kissing me with intent and fervor. His wet, dizzying kisses held promises of things to come, things I knew I wasn’t ready for, but I dove in anyway, giving as much as he gave. Then his hand slipped between us and I leaned up.
Our eyes met when he centered his cock at my entrance. I pushed the first inch in and we both gasped. As his fingers tightened around my hips, I pushed down and he pushed up. The moment our bodies met and he was seated completely inside of me, tears sprung to my eyes. I hadn’t cried during sex since my wedding night.
What the hell was he doing to me?
I looked down at Collier and he was holding himself stiff as a board. The tendons in his neck stood out, strained tight with the effort not to move. The death grip he had on my hips stung, but wasn’t hard enough to bruise, just tight enough to hold me in place. The muscles of his abs were bunched, coiled and ready to thrust. Everything about him was strung tight, honed in on the target between his legs. He was glorious in his nudity, downright magnificent.
After a couple breaths, he opened his eyes. They shone so bright it almost hurt to look at them. “You’re divine,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of complete and utter bliss sink into every pore. Then I lifted slowly, dragging his length along the walls within. When I got to the top I opened my eyes, smiled wide and slammed down his shaft, forcing him as deep as the position would allow.
“Shite!” he cried out as tears fell down my face. “You little minx. My turn.” With a couple quick movements I was on my back and under his large body. His lips came down for a scorching kiss as he pulled back and plunged into my core over and over. A fine sheen of sweat broke across his hairline and chest making him slick and salty. I licked the length of his neck. biting the tendons there. He groaned, hooked my right leg up and over the crook of his elbow until he could hold my leg behind the knee with his palm. He pressed it up and toward my shoulder.
“I want to crawl inside of your perfect body,” he said on a particularly deep thrust. The new position opened my body fully and he ground deeper into me, bumping against the walls of my cervix, touching me in unchartered places. A fire built deep within and started to spread out to each of my limbs. I was burning from the inside out. He was the fire.
“Never again,” he grated through his teeth on another brutal thrust to be further inside me than anyone before him. I moaned in response, completely taken away with his need to take me, mark me, make me his.
“As long as we’re together like this,” he gasped and grinded his pelvis against my throbbing clit, sending sparks in every direction, “we’ll never feel alone again.” He said it as if it was a promise, a benediction. As he pounded into me, pouring every ounce of affection and desire into his thrusts, I knew he meant it.
I went screaming over the edge, calling out his name, begging for him to take me, take me away from it all…life, heartache, the grief over missing James. Everything. He made it all go away. And in that moment his body turned rigid and he bit down on my shoulder, teeth piercing skin. I climaxed again, taken by his primal response. It wasn’t just the release of his body, it was the release of his essence.
In a heap of limbs and naked skin, his soul made me a promise. One I didn’t know if I could return.
Much later, we were still in bed, sated and spent. His tongue made lazy circles around the mark he left on my shoulder. A perfect set of tiny imprints in the shape of teeth marks made two small half-moons that didn’t quite meet at the ends on the rounded skin. I would be wearing shoulder covering attire for the next couple weeks. The thought made me smile.
A little marred skin was a small price to pay for four mind-altering orgasms.
He definitely wasn’t all talk. By the time I was coming off my fourth orgasm, I begged him to stop. I physically had to remove his mouth from my left nipple, but not before allowing him to kiss and suckle its mate. He had a theory about things needing to be balanced.
Collier held me close and I snuggled just under his chin. The crook of his neck smelled so yummy. He was all musky, with hints of sex and sandalwood. I lay there wondering what tomorrow would bring. I had to go back to the job. Back to my client…
Dylan
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“I can feel you thinking.”
I smiled against his neck.
“I thought I’d shagged all thoughts out of you for the night.” His hand slid between my legs. Immediately I started to moisten. Two of his fingers stroked my clit in a small circle. “Looks like you need another go. I want you completely mindless, thinking of nothing but our brilliant night together.”
He slid down my body and I sighed and stretched my legs. He parted them and went to work on me with his tongue. I could get used to this.
“Your taste…” Lick. “It’s like…mmm…” Lick.“…the most decadent dessert.”
In minutes he had me arching, slamming my thighs around his ears. He held my legs apart, using his strong arms to keep me splayed open for him. As promised, he ravished me. Between his tongue, lips, teeth and his fingers, I lost track of how many times the tight-assed Englishman made me come, the pleasure rolling them into one another so fast it was like one long drawn out peak. After what could have been hours of pleasing me he finally entered me again. A full-body sigh of relief settled over me when we were connected. He had held himself off for a long time this round.
“Use me. Oh God, Collier, please, please use me. Find your pleasure in me,” I begged and finally, he listened. He plunged into me with deep, hard strokes. He was relentless, seeking his release.
Holding my face between both his hands, his tongue sought mine. With a deep growl he surged and came. His body heaved and wound tight as he shook and trembled. I held onto him with everything I had, whispering words of affection against his temple as he came down.
“London, I...I n-never knew it could be like this.” The words choked and broke as he breathed against my sweat-dampened hair.
“I know. I didn’t either.” Instead of drowning in the negative aspects of how much of myself I gave to Collier tonight, I just held him close. Before long, sleep took us both.
The morning brought another round of intense sex. Me lying on my stomach while he nipped and bit the fleshy skin of my ass. Then he entered me from behind. Collier was a talented lover, stroking my clit as he pounded his length into me. One hand held the tender column of my neck from behind while the other was anchored to my clit, pressing, circling, flicking until I lost it and came. My voice was raspy from sleep and last night’s sexcapades. A hoarse cry spilled from him. A few more deep strokes and he, too, came, his body falling over my back.
“Bloody brilliant,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
I smiled and giggled.
“Best way to wake up, thank you.” I turned my head and he kissed me.
“Agreed.” He lifted up, tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash near the bed.
I wondered if he threw out his own trash or would an unlucky maid find proof of our night of debauchery.
He smacked my ass and I whooped. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Then I’ll make you some tea and biscuits.”
“How very English of you,” I joked.
He smiled and entered the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
If that wasn’t an invitation to join him I didn’t know what was. I debated a few minutes but chose to enjoy stretching out my sore overused limbs in his bed that smelled of him and sex. Two of my newest favorite smells.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel draped low on his hips. Water dripped down his chest and it took everything I had not to jump out of bed and lick them off. Lucky droplets. Before I made my decision, he pulled the duvet off my naked body. He whistled as his eyes scoured every inch of my bare skin.
“Feel free to use the shower while I start breakfast.” He turned to go through a door next to his dresser. I assumed it was the closet but I hadn’t spent much time checking out his house when we arrived last night, preferring to check him out instead.
I took an extra long time in the shower, letting the heat loosen up my muscles. Looking down I did a survey of my body. Shit. I was littered with reminders of our night together. Bite marks, finger print sized bruises on my thighs and hips. This was going to put a damper on me bedding Dylan this week. Though after last night, with Collier, I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue screwing around with Dylan. The boy was good in bed but he was a boy compared to my Englishman. Jesus, I lost count at how many times we pleased each other last night and then again this morning. As much as I didn’t want to admit, it was more than the physical.
Confused I scrubbed my body clean while my mind felt twisted and dirty. For the first time in four years I didn’t want to have sex with anyone else. Last night with Collier something clicked, like a deadbolt locking into place. The tide had shifted and the beach was scattered with remnants of what once was normal for me. Fear and uncertainty filled my thoughts.
Normal. What was normal? Being with a variety of men, having a good time with whomever I wanted to on a whim? Yes, that was normal. Now it seemed as though my normal was obliterated. Shattered into a million tiny pieces. Still, I had no idea how to handle it. It was one night. I was still me. London Kelley.
I couldn’t deny that something happened last night putting a chink in my armor. What I experienced with Collier was beyond anything I’d ever felt with another man, including my husband James. And I loved him with my entire body and soul. So why did I have a sinking feeling in my chest like I’d cheated on James? He’s been dead for more than a few years now. He wanted me to move on. He told me to find someone else. To fall in love again. He said it right before he took his last breath, “Someday London, you will love again.” I needed to get out of here. Think this over. Figure out what took place last night.
After I dried off, I slipped into one of Collier’s clean dress shirts and my underwear. My dress was in a heap on the floor in the living room. If I went out there naked, it sent a message that I was ready for more and right now, where my mind was at, I knew I needed to be alone.
Collier however, had other plans.
“Oh, Beauty, come sit down. Have some tea and a biscuit.” He really did have honest to God tea and biscuits which he delivered on a very traditional English style tea set with a saucer and small teacup. The biscuits were actually cookies.
“I thought you were kidding.” I joked.
“Us English chaps never joke about tea. It’s sacrilege.” He turned and with a whip of a spatula, turned over four fried eggs. Bacon sizzled in a pan next to the eggs. With a stretch of his arm, he pressed two slices of bread down in a toaster. Fascinated, I watched him work.
Never before had a man I slept with made me breakfast, aside from Tripp, and he didn’t really count. Technically, I hadn’t shared a bed for the night with any of my previous conquests. Once the sex had finished, I’d leave their apartment or they’d leave mine. Even with my clients I’d get up and sleep in the bed assigned to me, not wanting the intimacy of sharing a bed with a fling.
Collier set a steaming plate in front of me. “Do you like marmalade?”
I nodded and he spread some of the orange jelly substance along a piece of bread and added it to the feast before me. I waited for him to sit and then clinked my tea cup with his.
“Cheers,” he said and took a sip.
We ate as if it was going to be taken away any moment. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. A baker’s dozen worth of orgasms will do that to a girl.
Collier seemed to feel the same. When he finished off round one, he plopped another heaping pile of bacon on his plate and another piece of toast.
I eyed his toast lustfully. He looked at me and held the toast in front of my lips. I took a gorilla-sized bite and he snorted and choked on his food, obviously surprised by my audacious response.
“In my defense, that’s some damn good marmalade!” I pouted and he placed the rest of his toast on my plate with a sexy grin. I leaned over and gave him a sticky kiss for his chivalry.
“It’s so easy being like this with you,” he said around a bite of bacon.
“Don’t get used to it. I have to go back to my client today for another three weeks.”
His eyes narrowed. “Will you sleep with him?”
And there it was. Strings. Our very no strings attached relationship now felt like a cross stitch with tons of yarn ready to be woven into something crafty. Only I wasn’t crafty and strings of any kind were cut the moment they were visible.
“Collier, I’m not prepared to answer that right now. Maybe not ever.”
His lips tightened. “I see.” He stood and cleared our plates. Tension clouded his brow and our easy morning. The tight line of his shoulders made me want to rush over and massage the knots away and go back to our happy, easy-going vibe.
Only, it wasn’t so simple. It never was.
While he cleaned, I grabbed my dress and shoes and ran into the room to change. I had myself almost completely back in order when I felt his presence. He was leaning against the doorjamb. “So, that’s it? An incredible night, a handful of orgasms and you’re off to your next guy?”
Embarrassment burned low in my gut and probably reddened my face. I felt as though he emotionally punched me in the gut. “I didn’t say that.”
“Then what do you say? Will I see you again?” His voice was low and filled with emotion.
“I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“Of course I do. Last night…shite, London. Last night was different. I know you felt it, too.”
I stared at his brown eyes for what seemed like forever. “It was different.”