Authors: Ellen Callahan
“Maybe I’ll leave you all tangled up like this,” he said. He leaned forward and breathed a hot breath across my mound. I gasped and drew my legs up. “Only problem is I can’t spread you wide like I want to.”
I bit my lip. Finally, my feet popped free of my shoes and he dropped everything to the floor. I was left only in my unexciting black panties. Again, though, I saw nothing but desire in his eyes.
“I never realized this could be so… nervewracking,” I said, twisting my body aside in an attempt to hide parts of me. I felt so exposed, sprawled out and nearly naked on his bed like that.
His brow furrowed. “I’m obviously not doing a very good job if you have time to be nervous. Maybe we’re taking it
too
easy.”
With that, he lowered himself over me and latched his lips around one of my nipples, sucking it inside the wet heat of his mouth.
I gasped at the sudden contact, and gasped again at how amazing it felt. Every little flick of his tongue sent shocks of pleasure straight to my belly. I buried my fingers in his hair.
When he switched to my other breast, his hand trailed down, brushing my belly until it reached my panties. I tensed, anticipating his touch. A soft moan slipped from me as he teased my hemline.
“Mmm, you’re gonna go off like a rocket, aren’t you,” he asked, tugging my panties lower.
My God, just touch me already!
I squirmed, helping him inch the garment down my legs. When it was low enough to catch with my toes, I tore it away and tossed it to the floor.
“Eager, sweetheart?” he asked. His fingers brushed my cleft once, twice, then dipped between the folds of my sex.
“Oh, God, Lockett,” I said, pressing myself against him.
He suddenly pulled back and rummaged around under his bed. I sat up on my elbows and watched him roll a condom over his erection - and
holy crap
, the mere sight of it made me clench inside. The man was
big
. Just like the rest of him. He held it in his fist like a club.
I licked my lips. “Don’t tease me anymore,” I said, “I need it.”
“This?” he asked, pumping his hips at me.
“Yes.”
“You want it?”
I let my hand stray down between my legs and slide over my delicate flesh. If seeing me touch myself didn’t goad him into action, I didn’t know what would.
“Fuck,” he grunted, “That’s so hot.”
“Don’t tease me,” I said again. I meant it in every sense; I couldn’t take it - not while I was so needy and not while I was so exposed.
“All right.” He was on me in a flash, spreading my thighs wide, pushing my knees roughly apart, then positioned me on the bed so that my ass was on the edge. I wrapped my hand around around his hardness and groaned, its heat and its girth building my anticipation even higher.
Still standing, he pressed forward. I positioned him at my cleft and he sank inside my wet and swollen body just an inch.
His eyelids fluttered and a primal groan poured from his lips.
Yes. Yes
. His fingers dug into my waist.
When he slid deeper, my own eyes rolled back.
He filled me in a way I’d never experienced. “Oh, shit,” I said.
He chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve heard you curse before.”
“The moment calls for it,” I said shakily. Slowly, he withdrew, then thrust back inside of me hard and deep. The air left my lungs in a whoosh and my head fell back.
Then he rotated his hips.
“Oh, fuck!” My back arched off the bed and I grabbed his arms. He did it again, thrusting hard and then grinding against me,
“Like that, do you?”
I didn’t even have words.
He thrust and ground into me over and over in a steady rhythm, rubbing my throbbing pearl just right, just perfectly, in a way I didn’t know was possible.
If I’d known that sex could feel this good, I would have sobered up years ago. There were so many sensations I’d missed in my haze - the sounds, the smells. That wasn’t right either, though - Lockett was something special. He knew what he was doing.
My moans grew louder as he drove me higher and higher. Every inch of me was alive and hyperaware of him and his body - the pressure. The friction. The unbelievable feeling of being so absolutely filled. His eyes were dark, his breathing deliberately steady, as if he were working out.
And it was a workout. He was rocking the bed with every thrust, leaning his weight forward to sink as deep as he could, shuddering at the sounds I made when he ground his body against mine. My thighs trembled as I held them wide, willing him inside me as far as he could go.
His gyrating thrusts brought me right up close to the edge, but it was his ragged groan of pleasure that gave me that final push. My legs squeezed around him and my head fell back and hot waves of pleasure drowned me in one intense torrent after another.
He draped his body over mine and dragged me roughly up the mattress. My body was still quaking with my orgasm when he plunged back inside of me.
Our groans filled the room together.
He took me hard and fast. My fingers curled into his shoulders until he grit his teeth - then he yanked them away and pinned them to either side of my head.
I left my head, then. I left earth itself. “Kiss me,” I demanded.
He slowed just enough to plunder my mouth. I ravished him right back, sucking on his lower lip, sinking my teeth into it as he drove me wild.
The noises he made, the deep, hitching breaths and rumbling groans, I think I drove him a little wild, too. He gathered my arms higher and locked my wrists together in one hand. With the other, he plucked at one of my nipples.
“Oh, yes,” I breathed against his lips. He pulled away and ducked down to capture my other nipple in his mouth. “Oh, God!”
It was all too much. He overwhelmed me with too many sensations, pinching, sucking, thrusting into my body, driving me so high I could barely see. My mouth fell open in a soundless moan as my body coiled and tightened inside, preparing for the inevitable end.
He squeezed his hand lower and stroked me there, slicking his fingers over my swollen bud. I climaxed again in a raging storm of ecstasy, calling his name, “Lockett, Lockett.” I tugged against his grip and he released my arms so I could wrap them around the back of his neck.
I deliberately clenched my inner muscles, squeezing him inside, both to draw out my own pleasure and to give to him as well.
Somewhere in my head I was aware of him following me over that precipice. His body stiffened and he shuddered, then groaned like a bear, deep and satisfied.
“Shit,” he barked, backing away. I made a sound of protest, feeling bereft as he left me. “Damn, baby, you made me come too fast, I wasn’t done with you, yet.” He sounded more incredulous than upset.
“Mmm,” I said. My thoughts were slow to return. “That’s okay. That was amazing.” I rolled onto my side, basking in the afterglow.
“Zip it. You’ll give me an even bigger ego. I sure as fuck don’t need that.” He settled behind me and threw an arm over my shoulder. I settled back against his chest.
This is nice. Too nice
. I sighed with contentment.
Oh, man. Way too nice
.
He must have been thinking the same. “I want to fuck you again,” he said, “Tonight. Soon.”
“Please do.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
I could have laughed. “Is this the speech where you warn me not to get attached?” I asked.
He kissed my shoulders.
Sure, that’s going to help matters
. “Something like that.”
“Because I’m a mess?” I asked.
“No. Not at all.” He rubbed my arm soothingly.
Again, not helping
. “It’s not you at all.”
“That’s not entirely true.” I rolled and faced him. Hie eyes were creased with concern but they flickered around the room. Obviously he couldn’t wait to get out of this conversation. “It’s a little because I’m a mess. It’s okay.” I reached down between us and cupped his organ, gave it a little squeeze as it twitched and grew in my palm. “Mostly it’s you.” I smirked. I’d learned that expression from him. “Like I said, I need a nice boy. You’re a player.”
“I am.” He didn’t look as pleased with himself over it as usual.
“Then play me,” I said, “Just for a night.”
His grin finally returned. “Maybe two.”
“We’ll see,” I said, stroking him slowly, until his hips moved with the gentle rhythm.
Inside, I was a little bummed that he was so quick to warn me off him. But I was also grateful for this night - and maybe the next night, whenever that may happen. Because now I knew how good this could be. I’d thought that I’d known, but I really had no idea.
But yet, somehow, I didn’t think the “nice boy” I dreamed of finding would ever measure up. I didn’t think anyone could.
CHAPTER 9
Miraculously, nothing was awkward between us after sleeping together. I snuck out with sunrise to catch a few hours of sleep in my own bed - and to keep the whole thing a secret from Alexa. If my little sister got it into her head that she should lecture me about Lockett, well, I was afraid I would launch into my own rant about her lifestyle choices as well.
Lockett himself seemed content to keep it quiet, too. He kept his hands to himself in front of Mallet when we were all up making the morning coffee and toasting yesterday’s bagels.
He did lick his lips and wink at me on his way out the door, but it was followed up by a warm smile.
I wasn’t sure how to feel just yet. I was still stunned at the things he’d done to my body. He’d played me like a violin, had made me sing songs I didn’t even know were in me. I had to assume that the emotions I was feeling that morning were due to having such an intense sexual connection.
It couldn’t be more than that. Not so soon. Not ever - he wasn’t my type, no matter how he made me feel. Right?
Unfortunately I would have plenty of time to think it over without him distracting me. This was the weekend I’d promised my mother I would visit.
And hand over some money that I can’t afford to give
. I was going to fail in my quest to make my share of the rent for my first month, and it was partially due to her.
The roommates wouldn’t mind. They were prepared for it - hell, it was their idea in the first place. But I minded. It stung my pride. It was my first month of independence, and I couldn’t even pay my most basic bill.
I’ll talk to Lisa about her friends
, I reassured myself. I’d find more work.
Be confident. I’ll get there
.
The train ride was long and uncomfortable. It would have been so much faster to drive. That was one thing I actually did miss after moving to the city. Driving was so much faster, so much quieter, and so much more comfortable. Unfortunately, driving in the city would be an exercise in endless frustration and incredibly expensive.
Big Mike picked me up at the station. Alone, I noted. Not that I actually expected my mother to pick me up - I just thought she would want to go for a drive with him.
“How was the trip?” he asked as I threw my bag into the back seat.
“It was fine.”
Long. Dull. So dull
. I buckled myself in and we pulled out of the parking lot. “How are you?”
“Good, good. How’s the city treating you?”
“It’s… hectic.”
“Yeah. Been down there for a job now and then myself. Not really my style, y’know?”
I knew. I wasn’t sure that it was my style just yet, either. Though at the moment I had a few good reasons to stick around.
We made small talk all the way home. I still wasn’t completely sure how I ought to feel about the man who moved in with my mother after meeting her once and got me kicked out of my home, but at least he was more pleasant to talk to than much of my family. He actually seemed at least a little curious about my life.
My mother wasn’t.
“Oh good, you’re here,” she said, pulling me in for a brief, awkward hug. Then she pressed a strip of paper into my hands. “Would you mind going shopping for us? You aren’t too tired, are you?”