SEX Unlimited: Volume 1 (Unlimited #1) (5 page)

Ice clinks. “No darling, I know what exactly what you need because it’s what I need too.”

I jump as the frigid ice assaults my warm skin again. He starts in the center of my breasts, but this time he begins to move it down little by little until he reaches my belly button. One then two circles, causing the melted liquid to pool in my belly button. As the bed shifts once more, I feel him over me. Warmth touches my skin as he licks the melted ice from my belly button. Every nerve in my body is on end as he moves and licks his way to my inner thigh. The ice clinks yet again, then touches my clit and I clench my legs.

“Oh, that’s so cold.”

“Shh, not for long,” he whispers.

His fingers glide the cube down between my labia and then I feel his lips—the ice is gone and all that’s there is his beautiful full lips, tongue and mouth. I sense a twinge of burning sensation on my most delicate skin from the residual of the whiskey he drank. It’s a good burn. Just as I’m heating up and feeling the ecstasy of the oral pleasure he’s giving me, he’s gone again.

“Oh my God, Brisban
 
You’re trying to kill me aren’t you.”

“No and yes … or maybe I’m bringing you back to life.”

Holy hell.

“Lift that gorgeous ass of yours up for me,” he commands. I shift and thrust my pelvis upwards and a pillow is pushed just beneath my bottom. “Now relax and bend your knees just so, then let them fall apart.” His hands guide my legs apart and open wide for him. In no rush at all, he caresses my inner thighs languidly turning me into nothing but putty. I’m his right now. All his to take and control.

It’s intoxicating.

“Yes, don’t be shy, Candace. You have a beautiful pussy with just the perfect shades of pink in just the right places. I could look at you like this all night.”

Huge butterfly wings sweep my ribcage fluttering at rapid speeds, and I feel dizzy with desire as warm fingers spread the lips of my pussy back. The head of his cock nudges
at my entrance.
Thank you, God.

 
I’m dying to have him inside of me. He pushes into me just far enough so that all that’s inside my pussy is the head. “I want more. Please give me more,” I beg.

“More of what, Candace?” he asks as he
circl
es my clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want more of.”

“You, I want more of you. Please,” I pant. I feel as if my heart is going to leap right from my chest.

“You have me. I’m right here, darling. But you have to tell me specifically what you want. I won’t give it to you until you tell me. Say the words, Candace. I know what you want because it’s what I want too. I want to slam my cock into this hot tight pussy of yours so bad I can barely stand it, but I want to hear you say it.”

In a rush of hurried breath, I scream the words, “Fuck me, Brisban! Fuck me hard and fuck me right now.”

With one swift thrust he’s inside me, balls deep. An animalistic moan escapes my throat. He grasps my legs and pulls them up over his broad shoulders, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. He pulls back in slow motion, then slams into me with a force I’ve never felt before. It’s demanding and possessive. With every thrust, my body rocks against the soft fabric of the bed linens. The only sounds in the room are of the flesh of two bodies slapping against one another.

Harder and faster he moves. His fingers dig into my legs as he pounds into me with a determination that feels like my undoing.

Then abruptly he stops.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathing hard.

“A condom, I forgot to put on a fucking condom. I’m so sorry, babe. S
o damn sorry. Give me a minute.
” His voice breaks as he tries to catch his breath.

“Brisban, it’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. We tried for many years with many methods and it just isn’t possible for me. I’m clean, and if you’re clean as well, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, concerned. I reach up to remove the tie from my eyes. “No, keep it on. I’m not done with you. This is a minor fuck up on my part. I just got carried away.”

I stop and rest my hand at my side. “Okay, and yes, I’
m sure.
”

He’s back inside me, warm and hot, skin on skin again. This time he’s fiercer than before. He fucks me hard and without abandon. With every thrust he grunts and I scream out his name, allowing him to hear and feel how good he’s making this for me. He begins massaging my clit again with his thumb and the orgasm sneaks up on me. Without a moment to mentally prepare it rips through my body, releasing every single ounce of tension from my body in a slow, steady relief. My toes actually curl.

Damn.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let me hear you come. You’re so wet and you feel fucking good. I own this pussy when we are together. Do you hear me, Candace?” I nod and he thrusts in and out never slowing down. “Even when we are apart I want you to remember how I own you when we’re together.”

 
With a last thrust he comes deep inside me, pulsating his hot cum into me and filling me up with all of his desire. It’s incredible.

 
And I still want more.

“Y
ou’re good at this. Are all of the others as lucky as I’ve been?” I say, hooking my bra back together. I slide the straps up onto my shoulders when I feel him there. Two strong hands begin massaging my shoulders. “Mmmm,” I murmur.

“Candace, you’re the first woman I’ve met on a matching site. I’ve only been with a few women since my divorce and those were awful blind dates my family or friends set me up on.”

I suddenly feel shitty for even mentioning it. I certainly don’t need him thinking I care about his past relationships. “It’s okay really. Your past isn’t any of my business. I was paying you a compliment. You’re an incredible lover. Truly, you are.”

Warm lips press to my neck as his hands move down from my shoulders to my ribs, then muscular arms wrap around me. His warm breath makes the tiny hairs on my neck stand on end when he whispers in my ear. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re an amazing lover yourself, and any man in his right mind would agree with me after having you the way I just did. I’m the lucky one here, not you. And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve gone down on since my wife. I’m a picky man, Candace. There’s a reason why I’m not in a relationship after two years of being divorced. I’m not a man whore. I’
m particular.
”

He spins me around to face him. “I had no intentions of actually meeting someone through that matching site but you caught my eye. Everything about your profile was different. It was simple yet intriguing, and your eyes took me prisoner immediately.”

I drop my head, breaking our eye contact because this moment is becoming a little too heavy for me. His finger slides beneath my chin and he pulls me up so I’m facing him again. “Don’t be uncomfortable. I sent that message because yes, I wanted to sleep with you. I won’t lie about being a horny man wanting to get laid by a beautiful woman, but I also won’t allow you to feel like you could’ve been any woman because you weren’t.”

He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. “Sex is something I enjoy fully and I miss it. I love exploring the female body and pleasuring it. Oral sex is one of my most favorite things to experience with a woman and sex itself ignites me in ways I can’t explain, but sex with just anyone doesn’t work for me. I need a spark. I need that certain feeling deep in my gut that gives me a heated primal need to have it, and when we met, that’s what I felt. I wanted your body in every way possible. But your mind is what tipped that first domino over. You intrigue me, Candace Greene, and you turn me on. Tonight only solidified my feelings.”

That’s it.

Brisban Calloway just won me over.

Nothing is sexier than a man who knows what he wants and isn’t ashamed to say it with pure raw honesty. He can have me any way he wants me because I’ve never felt this free within my sexuality in my entire life.

Now What?

T
he trail of fire his touch left still lingers on my skin even after all these days. I rub my legs together and roll over, twisting the bed sheets around myself. Images of his mouth on me flash in my mind. I skim my hand down between my legs and brush my fingers over the thin material of my panties. My eyes close and I’m back in room 1100 with Brisban Calloway. I’ve never been one to pleasure myself very often at all, but this man has brought about sexual tendencies within me I’ve never experienced before. His kisses stained my thoughts and set my body aflame. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.

It’s been two weeks since that insanely wonderful night. He hasn’t missed a day texting me, but apparently, work has taken him out of town. The past two days he’s been distant and I don’t know why. Maybe he’s just exhausted from the long hours and travel. I can’t help but wonder if he’s seeing other women.

Sipping my morning coffee, I log into my Sex Unlimited account. It’s the first time I’ve logged in since I met him. The first thing I do is go to his profile. Last date logged in: today. Jealously tries to rear its green ugly head at the thought of him perusing the site again, possibly looking for something new, someone different. I immediately log off and try to shake the stupid thought from my head. I’m overthinking. I need to work and stop thinking about him every minute of the day.

My door bell rings
and I glance at the clock. It’s only eight in the morning.
Who the hell could be here?
Janette partied last night, so there’s no way she’s awake this early and she’s the only person who ever comes over. I go over and peek through the peep hole of the door and my heart nearly drops to the floor.

James.

What in the hell is he doing here?

Suddenly I feel like I can’t breathe or move. I’m frozen as I watch him reach
out
and ring the bell again. So many thoughts, questions and memories are racing through my head, running into each other at lightning speed but I open the door.

There he is …

 
The man I loved half my life.

The man who broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.

The man who will always be my first love.

He looks exactly the same. Dark green eyes, sandy blond hair and a jawline that would make any woman weak in the knees.

“Candace,” he deadpans.

Our stares fix themselves on one another and the temperature in the room rises a million degrees.

“What are you doing here, James?”
I stutter.

 
His eyes are tired and something about his expression is sad. “I miss you, Candace. I miss my wife.”

T
he walls seem to be closing in around me and my mouth is suddenly bone dry. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.

James steps forward and I instinctively step back. “Candace, you don’t have to be scared of me. I’ve never hurt you.”

Angry blood explodes to life in my veins and my past comes roaring to life. I’ve shoveled loads of fake happiness on top of my pain for twelve months and in a single moment James has just unearthed all of it. Tears burn my eyes and the emotional grip on my throat releases me just enough for me to scream at him. “You’ve never hurt me? Get off my porch and property. Now! Go and don’t come back. I have no desire to see you or talk to you.” I’m shaking as tears roll down my cheeks splashing to the floor.

He drops his head shaking it back and forth. “I know I hurt you like that. What I meant was I’ve never physically harmed you. Please let me talk to you. I
need
to talk to you.” His voice is desperate and his eyes are clouded with something that can only be defined as sorrow. Even after trying to hate him for the last year, my heart still aches standing this close to him.

“James, I haven’t heard one word from you since the day we signed the papers. Why now? Why today?”

He runs a hand through his unruly hair and shakes his head. “The anniversary of our divorce hit me hard. I don’t know why. I didn’t expect all of these feelings to rush to the surface and mostly, I have missed you. I just think all of my mistakes crowded my mind on the day we divorced a year ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, about our life.”

He steps in closer to me and I throw up my hands. “
No, don
’t come any closer to me. I can’t do this. You can’t do this,
dammit! You can
’t walk back into my life after I’ve spent a year trying to learn how to live without you. You have no idea how badly you hurt me. It’s the kind of pain that a person never forgets.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I came here to tell you I know I was wrong and that I still love you, Candace. I fucked up, I know I did, and I couldn’t not tell you. You deserved to know because it wasn’t your fault. It was mine. And it was never because I didn’t love you. I was a stupid bastard, but I always loved you.”

I can’t believe him or any of this. I feel like any minute I’m going to wake up and this
 
is all going to be a nightmare.

“I’ll go if that’s what you want. My number’s the same if you change your mind.”

For weeks … no, for
months
I’d hoped for the day James would want me back. I’d dreamed about this very thing happening. I’d wanted him to see how wrong he was. I’d wanted the affair to be a stupid fling that meant nothing. I’d wanted us to get through it. I’d
 
just wanted it to be better.

That day never came.

And one day I stopped hoping for it.

Now here he is and I’
m feeling
more conflicted than I know how to process.

I just nod as I wipe tears from my face, “
Goodbye
, James,” I whisper and close the door. As soon as the door locks shut I lean back against it and try to breathe. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I can’t help it. I begin to sob as I slide to the floor.

James, the one and only man that I’ve ever loved says he still loves me. The same man that once said he had fallen out of love with me because we were never able to have a family. The same man that had an affair with his secretary. How do I process what he just said to me? The seizing pain in my chest says one thing and the throbbing pain in my head says another. I do love him. I’ve never stopped loving him. I just got better at pretending I didn’t.

I have to call Janette. My head’s spinning a million miles a minute. Just as I’m about to call her my phone rings. It’s Brisban.

Oh my God, not now.

Bad timing, really bad timing.

There’s a knock at the door and it startles me. I stand to peek through the peep hole. It’s James. I swing open the door intending on yelling at him and then I see the tears. He’s crying. I’m rendered speechless by him for the second time today.

“I can’t do it, Candace. I can’t walk away from you again.”