SEX Unlimited: Volume 2 (Unlimited #2) (2 page)

THE DOOR OPENS, REVEALING BRISBAN, dripping with sexy charm and sophistication. He’s in a pastel blue button-down and slacks. I notice his tie and suit jacket resting on the arm chair in the corner. Music is playing and he looks more relaxed than last time as well.

He eyes me from head to toe as I walk in. “Red, is most definitely your color. Each time I see you I’m stunned by your beauty. Looking at you instantly makes me feel things. Just like a painting in an art gallery, it’s more than what you see; it’s what you feel while looking at it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my hands to myself around you,” he says, smiling confidently.

I feel a blush of heat sweep across my cheeks. “Thank you,” I tell him. My heart’s like a jackhammer in my chest right about now. When he smiles it makes me lose all common sense. Big arms reach out and pull me into a passionate embrace, his hands gripping my hips. Before I know it they’re cascading down toward my thigh, hiking my skirt up.

“Why don’t we start with the wall tonight and then make our way to the bed,” he groans against my neck.

“The wall is fine with me,” I say in a heady breath.

I start unbuttoning him hurriedly and he doesn’t hesitate to help. His pants and boxers fall to the floor, revealing his beautiful erection and heavy balls below it. I start to kick my heels off when he stops me.

“No, leave them on. I want to fuck you, right here, just the way you are.”

I nod in agreement and he reaches down between my thighs and pulls my panties to the side. His fingers test me first.

“You’re always so wet for me, Candace.”

I bite into my lower lip and, before another word is spoken, he positions the head of himself against me and I whimper. He glides the head up and down then back up again to my clit. It’s a form of delicious torture.

“Do it…please,” I beg.

“Do what?” he asks, still teasing me with the head of his dick.

I reach down, grasping his warm cock, and with determination say, “Fuck me against this wall. Now, Brisban, and do it hard.”

He gives me a little eyebrow action as if he’s surprised by my forwardness.

“Well, I certainly can’t say no to a request like that, now can I?”

In one swift motion, he hikes my left leg up with one arm and guides himself to my pussy perfectly then pushes inside me. His force causes the roughness of the wall to bite into the exposed skin of my shoulders. No condom; just skin on skin and it feels incredible. I throw my head back and let him fuck me without a care in the world. When we’re together nothing else matters. It’s pure physical pleasure. Each and every mental road block crumbles into nothing.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says in between grunts. His voice is raspy and intoxicating. With every thrust I feel the flesh on the back of my shoulders chafing. I don’t even care.

“Harder,” I demand.

“You’re so sexy when you’re bossy.”

He moves faster and harder. My face is against his chest and my breathing is ragged. Heat is radiating throughout my body and it feels like with every movement he’s throwing gasoline on the fire that’s building inside me. We’re mouths and hands and skin and heavy breathing. Two people releasing our worries and stress without the fear of being hurt. This is our gift to each other.

“I want to come. Make me come now,” I plead, needing to feel the release that has me on edge.

“You’re greedy tonight. I like it.”

His free hand moves down between us and he starts working my clit with two fingers, one on each side, stroking it up and down.

I groan. He knows exactly how to touch me.

“Mmmm, that feels good doesn’t it? I love it when you’re loud.”

He increases the speed of his fingers and his thrusts. It’s blissful. Never in my life have I felt so alive and free. He brushes my clit just right one last time, while simultaneously fucking me like his life depends on it, and I come apart. I’m blissfully disassembled like the tiny intricate pieces of a Lego house crashing to the floor. What an amazing way to fall.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come. The way your perfect pussy tightens around my cock when you’re falling apart is addictive. I just want to make you come over and over again.”

I quirk a smile and he smiles back. He’s still fucking me as I ride the high of my orgasm. I reach down and stroke his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans.

I think that means he likes it. I keep stroking him and move my hand farther back toward the skin just behind his balls and he lets out a hiss. With my other hand I reach around and grasp his firm ass aggressively. I can feel his balls begin to tighten. He’s close. Oh, so close. One more solid thrust and I feel his entire body tense. He slumps against me, breathing hard, and then kisses me on the forehead while stroking my hair. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.

What we just did was way better than incredible. I could have this man every night and still want more of him. This could be a very good thing or very bad thing. Right now, I’m not sure which and I don’t think I care.

WE’RE TANGLED IN THE SHEETS, exhausted after another round of mind-bending sex. This man blows me away with how well he knows my body in such a short period of time. The wall sex was unlike anything I’ve ever done. The spontaneity of it was perfect; everything he does seems to be well…perfect.

“It’s late. I hate to leave this bed but I have a pretty demanding day at the office tomorrow.”

I look over at the green neon lights of the clock and see it’s one in the morning. Stretching my arms above my head, I let out a sigh. “Yes, I should be on my way too.”

“You were pretty feisty tonight. Everything good?” he asks, turning to his side, facing me.

“Just a bad day, that’s all.”

“Okay, I don’t mean to be intrusive. I know we don’t have that type of relationship but I couldn’t help but feel the tension coming off you when you arrived. I’m glad you’re okay.”

I give him a hint of a smile and reach out to caress his face. “You’re sweet. Thank you.”

“Pfft, I’m far from sweet. My ex-wife would argue that with you any day. Don’t be fooled. Sweet, I am not. But, I do consider myself a gentleman and I always want you to feel respected, regardless of us just being sex to one another.”

Ouch. That stung a little and I have no idea why. This odd feeling surges through me and I don’t like it at all. We
are
just sex to one another. I know this. I asked for it. Why does hearing him say it feel weird?

“You’ve never disrespected me. And, to me, you
are
sweet. What anyone else thinks is irrelevant.”

I roll over and start to untangle myself from the sheets when I feel his arm circle around me. He pulls me back toward his body, moving us into a spooning position. “Where are you going?”

I turn my head and grin, “It’s late remember?’

“I think I need one more taste before you go,” he says, twisting me around to my back as he makes his way down between my thighs.

“Oh my god, again? I don’t think I’m capable.”

“I’m capable of making you capable,” he says in between kisses and then he proves it.

It’s a groggy drive home in the dark of night. My hair is mussed from hours of sex and my body aches in the best possible way. As I pull into my driveway, I see a car I don’t recognize in front of my house. Getting out, I scan the area, straining to see if anyone is inside the car, and then the door opens.

James.

“What, in God’s name, are you doing out here at this time of night?” I demand, dumfounded by his presence.

“I could ask you the same thing, Candace. Where have you been at this hour?”

I wave a finger in the air over my head, “Oh, no. Don’t even think you can come to
my
home and question me about my whereabouts. I could call the police, you know.”

“I’m the Chief of Police. What good will that do you? I just came here to talk and you weren’t here, so I waited…and waited.”

I drop my hand to my hip and gape at him. “Yes, I know you’re the chief. I was married to you for fifteen years. But, as you well know, we aren’t married anymore and you have no right to be here, especially when I’ve clearly told you not to come back.” My tone is dripping with sarcasm and it’s pissing me off that he’s ruining the high I was on.

“You’ve been out fucking someone, haven’t you? Look at yourself. The walk of shame doesn’t look good on you, Candace.”

I throw up my middle finger. “Fuck you, James. Get off my property or I will call the police and I don’t give a damn if you’re one of them or not because you’re not above the law. You made your choice over a year ago when you fucked your secretary. You don’t get to come back now and find forgiveness on my doorstep.”

He puts both hands up but has that shit eating grin on his face I’ve always hated when he was trying to be a smug bastard. “Alright, alright. I’m going. I’m not giving up though.”

“You’re wasting your time, James. There’s nothing left for us. You broke us and there’s no repairing the damage,” are the last words I say before unlocking the front door and slamming it behind me.
What a ballsy asshole.
My phone dings; it’s Brisban.

Brisban: Just wanted to check that you made it home ok with how late it is.

I smile instantly. And he says he’s not sweet.

Me: Just got in. Safe as can be. You?

Brisban: Home now and sleepy after our evening together. Talk tomorrow…today?

Me: Sure, if you want. I know you will be busy.

Brisban: I want.

Me: Okay. Night handsome.

Brisban: Night gorgeous.

“Hi,” his voice is an instant switch for a good mood. I can’t help but grin.

“Hi, yourself.”

“I hope I’m not calling too early.”

“No, I’m just having some coffee and going over some work. I’ve been up for a couple hours now.”

I went to sleep thinking about him and I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t check my phone for a text from him when I first woke up.

“I thought maybe you’d sleep in after I kept you out so late last night.” His voice is playful and flirty. He’s in an exceptionally good mood this morning.

I laugh. “Yes, last night was very…eventful.”

“Eventful, huh? Maybe I need to step it up so I get a better description other than
eventful
.” His laughter flows through the phone into my ear. I can’t help but feel energized all over.

“Candace?” his voice transitions from laughter to a more serious tone.

“Yes?” I answer him calmly, though I’m always inwardly nervous when we talk.

There’s a brief pause before he responds. For some reason my heart’s pounding. Is this where he calls it all off? So many questions race through my mind at lightning speed.

“This may be crossing some unspoken line but… would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

Silence.

Lump. In. Throat.

What does it mean if I have dinner with him? Does that mean we’re dating? I want to have dinner with him. Who wouldn’t?