The Collision on Hardwood Drive (10 page)

I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and pull me
on his lap in one quick motion. Now that I straddled him, I could feel his cock against me as he brought his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. My hips moved of their own volition, desperate to feel more of him against me.

“Bob, maybe we should wait,” I started, a moment of inexplicable hesitation taking over me.

“You’re right,” he said, breathing the word quietly into my ear. “Not yet. I’m going to fuck you inside so we can take our time. I want to savor every second.”

T
he limo stopped suddenly, and I realized we had pulled in his driveway. I smoothed my dress down over my thighs and willed myself to relax. I didn’t know if my legs would carry me into the house, but I didn’t have to find out—Rob led me inside, supporting me with one arm around my waist the whole time.

I stood in front of him, taking in his broad, muscular body. I reached for the tie on the side of my dress, pulling it loose and opening myself to him.
He looked at me, appreciative and hungry. He lowered his lips to my cleavage, kissing the skin that spilled from the lacy cups of my bra. He pulled me down on the couch with him and pushed me back as the kisses continued.

The knots in my stomach tightened as his tongue traced circles around my bellybutton, threatening to continue south. He hooked his fingers around the delicate sides of the satin g-string, teasing the fabric down my sides. He tossed my panties
on the floor and, again, pushed my knees apart to lower himself down between my legs. I moaned in anticipation, leaning back and letting my eyes slide shut. The first touch sent me reeling as his tongue probed my clit, making small circles around the swollen bud.

I had never been this wet, this intoxicated—by
anyone
. He dipped his tongue into me, making me arch back to allow him full access.

“I’m so close,” I whispered, knowing I was already on the brink of coming.

He slipped two fingers inside me, submerging them in my silken folds before moving them out—then back in—then back out. He moved slowly, taunting my pussy, as he whispered, “I want to watch you come. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

The combination of his husky tone, his mouth manipulating my throbbing clit, and his fingers fucking me so slowly made me writhe and grab his thick hair as I squirmed. The pulsations between my legs grew stronger until I could hardly breathe.
I let go, feeling the waves of my orgasm rock my body in steady pulses.

I sat up, panting and eager to return the favor. A feeling of warmth spread through me. I wanted so
badly to pleasure this man who had just made me come in mere seconds. Rob still wore all his clothes, so I pulled him up to me by his tie. I kissed him, tasted my sex on him, while he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I worked urgently at his pants, unbuckling his belt and yanking his zipper down.

I
moaned, pinching my own breasts through the bra, my body feeling cold without his to cover it. At last my eyes feasted upon Rob's glorious anatomy. And what a fine physique it was, too! Rob's tan extended across his chiseled flesh. A light triangle of dark hair stretched over his pectoral muscles. His thick cock stood erect, undeniable proof that he craved me the way I was dying for him
.
“You want my cock in your mouth,” Rob said, more of a statement than a question.

I looked into his eyes through lowered lashes, answering even thoug
h I knew I didn’t have to. “I was right about you. You
are
very observant,” I said, dropping to my knees to take him in my mouth.

“Wait,” he growled, pulling me back up. “Take this off.”

He ran his hands over my lacy bra and waited while I reached back to unclasp the hook. The garment fell away, exposing my hard, full nipples. He nodded, then, and gave me permission to return to my knees as his flesh filled my eager mouth. He tasted clear and salty, and he got even harder between my lips.

He moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth. He dug his strong
fingers into my shoulders, his cock tensing more and more each second. I wanted to make him come like that, to feel him surge into my mouth—but he drew back, pulling me up.

“Not yet,” he whispered, claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss. “Let’s go upstairs.”

We climbed the stairs urgently, tumbling upward while we remained tangled in each other. We stopped every few steps to let him take my breasts into his mouth, to let him caress my buttocks, and to slip his fingers inside me.

“Is Beatrice…”

“She’s off tonight. It’s all taken care of,” he said.

He grew even stiffer as I responded to his touch. He lifted me and let me wrap my legs around him as he carried me into his bedroom.
He threw me on his bed as soon as we were close enough, the crisp cotton sheets breaking my fall.

Rob collapsed atop of me, burning kisses down my smooth skin. I raked my fingernails over his rock hard body as his mouth seared me lower and lower. He paused at the navel, letting his tongue flick along the little crevice before traveling further down my writhing body. The feel of the lace and his hands caressing her bare hips was almost unbearable.

“Oh yes!” I gasped when his tongue found my clitoris again. I arched my pelvis off the bed, sinking my fingers into his soft hair, wanting more than anything to get closer to his sensuous mouth. His tongue circled me, teasing and torturing, until I felt him push a strong finger into my opening.

He kissed my neck, pulling at the sensitive skin with his teeth. “You make me feel so fucking hot, Stephanie,” he said with a deep groan.

He reached over to open a side drawer and pull out a condom. He rolled the latex down his length, squeezing slowly. I lay back down as he shifted to loom over me. He took my hands and pinned them above my head. And then I felt it again – the hesitation was coming back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me.

“Rob, I don’t know if we should do this. I like you and all but we… I just met you and… this just feels too fast. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. I know we’re moving fast and if you want I’ll stop any minute but I just hate to leave you high and dry. Are you sure you don’t want that?” he asked seductively, his hand slowly leading mind to his engorged penis.

“Let’s try it and if you don’t like it, we can stop,” he continued, brushing his fingers through my hair. I nodded. This could be the beginning of something great or the biggest mistake I could make with this man.

I gasped as he plunged into me, lighting every nerve between my legs on fire. Our hips moved in desperate circles as he glided in and out of me, his strong hands cupping my breasts while his mouth pulled at my nipples. His thrusts grew deeper as I dragged my fingers down his back, coming closer and closer to my second orgasm.

I nearly came unglued, gasping, moaning so loudly I thought I’d wake up the whole city. The feel of his girth filling me up completely was all I needed. Next I felt the deep muscles of my womb clenching around him so tightly I thought I’d die from gratification. I bucked and clawed at him as I felt myself grow wetter and hotter than ever before.

“I won’t last much longer,” I said, moaning with each breath as he kept ravishing me with the eager force of passion.

Our hips rocked together in perfect accord, and I felt a rush of pleasure surge through my body. “Shit, Stephanie!” he swore above me as I clutched fiercely to him. I felt him release himself into me like a hot wave, satiating his lust.“Oh,
Rob
,” I said, breathing hard as the orgasm broke over me. My body shivered under his as he wrapped himself around me, pulling me into his arms. Rob collapsed on top of me as I ran my hands along the sinewy muscles of his back and smiled.

“I’ve never been fucked like that,” I whispered
, squeezing him tighter and kissing the sensitive flesh just below his ear, savoring the roughness of his chin against my tender jaw.

He smiled into my neck, kissing it softly. ‘You weren’t half bad yourself.”

We drifted off like that, intertwined in each other’s bodies. In the middle of the night, I woke. I tiptoed into the bathroom and shivered as the cold tiles chilled my feet, the wind rustling the leaves outside. I drank from the faucet to keep from having to go down to the kitchen. As I slipped back into bed, Rob stood in the doorway. He was naked and fully aroused.

“I need you again,” he whispered as he approached to throw off the
T-shirt I had pulled on earlier. He lay down on the cold tile of the floor as I lowered myself onto him. I figured it was going to be a long night.

6

That morning, I rolled over to find
a space in bed next to me. For a moment, I was relieved—it gave me time to gather my bearings and think about where I was. I looked around the room as the morning sun lit the bedroom.

“Rob?”

Did he leave for work? Was I supposed to wander around the house looking for my clothes before slinking out? I didn’t even have my car with me—would I have to call a
cab
? Familiar feelings of fear and insecurity returned. I sat up to plan my next move and to try to get my head to stop spinning.

The door to the bedroom opened before I could
get very far. Rob walked in wearing loose cotton pants and no shirt. He carried a tray of pancakes, fresh fruit, muffins, scrambled eggs, and bacon.

“Hey, gorgeous,”
Rob said, setting the tray at the foot of the bed. He crawled back under the covers, pulling me closer to him and kissing me slowly. “I thought you were going to sleep all day.”

“Well,
I
thought you
left
,” I said.

Rob
raised his eyebrows, curiosity painted all over his face. “
Left
you? In my house? Where could I possibly go?”

I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t know. You strike me
as a fuck-and-run kind of guy.” I felt a twinge of worry in my gut—what if he confirmed all my fears? I steeled myself against any possible answer. Might as well put everything out all on the table now.

He laughed.
“You’re so cute when you get needy.”

“Hey,” I pinched him on the arm.

“Kidding aside, I just tried you, but I think I might be addicted. This is real, Stephanie.” He smiled back at me, turning to the plasma screen mounted on the wall. As I burrowed deep under the heavy comforter, crunching on a piece of perfectly crisp bacon, he put the news on.

“Mm
m, a girl could get used to this,” I said between bites.

He grinned a bit wider and spooned
some eggs—scrambled with smoked salmon, crispy shallots, and crumbles of goat cheese—on a plate. “I’ll make this for you every morning.”

“
Right, so I can get fat and get fired from my ballet gig?” I asked, reaching forward for another slice of bacon.

He stopped me before I could get my mouth around that strip, though, and lifted a fork to my li
ps instead. “Try this.”

“My
God
,” I said with a pleased sigh. “You have quite a chef.”

“Who said that my
chef
did this?”

“Don’t tell me Beatrice got here
early to cook you breakfast,” I said, giggling. “Does she ever get to sleep?”

“How about giving a little credit where credit is due?”
Rob asked, mock injury flooding his expressive features. He gives me his best pout, though I can still see his smile around the corners of his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me that
you
cooked this feast?” I asked, unconvinced.

“I’m
trying
,” he said, “but
someone
won’t listen.”

I rolled my eyes teasingly. “Well, now
, if that’s true, mister, I’d have to say I’m impressed.”

The TV caught my attention before he could continue
to try to convince me he cooked this beautiful dish for me. I realized after a few sentences that the newscaster was talking about Rob’s company. “Hey, turn it up!”

He laughed when he noticed
to what the subject of the news had shifted. “You don’t have to watch the news to find out about my job. If you’re interested, you can just ask—what do you want to know?”

“Would it freak you out if I told you I’ve done just a bit of stalking on the Internet?”

Rob looked amused. “Completely. What did you find out?”

“Y
ou’re the head of General Industries, one of the largest conglomerates in the US,” I answered.

“So far, so good,” he said, nodding.

I continued, “You also have a yacht—and beautiful models surrounding you. So beautiful that I don’t even understand why I’m here, actually. That one I learned from
US Weekly
.”

“Ah, I see,” he said with a sexy smirk coming up to grace his lips, as his tone turn
ed sarcastic. “If it’s published in a gossip column, it
must
be true.”