Just sex. Nothing else.
Cole is supposed to be coming to my house tonight, but he’s going to get the surprise of his life when he finds a note on my door saying I’m here. Oh, but guess what? Since he turned in his resignation, he can’t get in, and the bouncers have strict orders not to let him in for any reason.
When I walk in, I see Secret standing at the bar, looking straight at the door, like he’s waiting for me to walk in. His lips pull up into a smirk, and my anger turns to excitement, knowing I’m finally going to get him tonight.
I go straight to him. “Do I get to know your name yet?”
He shakes his head.
“Are you going to talk tonight?”
He shakes his head again.
“Good. Follow me.”
This will be perfect.
He pauses, looking around like he’s searching for Cole, and I turn to him. “He’s not coming tonight. It’s just you and me. Are you okay with that?”
His smile lights up what I can see of his face as he nods and continues walking to our spot, this time taking the lead.
Lightly touching my arms, he guides me to the bed where he drops to his knees. After running his fingers down my arms until he’s holding my hands, he brings them up to his mouth and kisses each one.
Placing them on my sides, he leans in, quickly pressing his lips to mine before moving down my neck, over my cleavage, down my waist until he’s kissing his way down my legs to remove each shoe.
Leaning back, he carefully removes his shirt, and for the first time, I get to see the muscles that make up this mysterious man. Every line and every curve are carefully constructed, telling me he either spends hours at a gym or is in some kind of construction. When he runs his fingers up my legs again, I know it’s not the latter.
My body falls back against the bed, feeling what he’s doing to me. His hands are soft yet firm. I can feel the roughness from where a weightlifting bar would leave a mark but not where it tells me he uses his hands for manual labor. The way they rub over my body, like he’s on his knees, worshiping over me, is something I haven’t felt in years. Not since—No!
I push the idea out of my head and focus on the now. My head tilts to the side where I can view another scene going on and the sight fuels my fire more. I’m not here for this kind of sex. I’m here to fuck.
Bringing myself back up, I reach down to unzip his pants, ready to get this party going. He stops me, though.
“Let’s not rush,” he whispers out in the same harsh voice.
Right at this second, for the first time, the voice doesn’t turn me on and him saying not to rush actually frustrates me.
Taking a deep breath, I look over at the scene again, trying to change my mood and rid my brain of my sudden thoughts of the past.
His hands grip my waist, lifting them up slightly before slowly removing my panties, in what feels like one centimeter at a time. He’s going so slowly like he’s savoring each second, and I’m starting to go insane. I’m here for a release, nothing else.
I release my bra, trying to move things along, but nervous, with the attitude I’ve found myself in, if he grabs my nipples the way men like to do I might explode. I’m not in the mood for that and sometimes wish I could just come out and say this is what I like and what I don’t like before I even kiss a guy.
The gods must be looking down on me because to my amazement, he doesn’t even touch my nipples. Instead, he grips my entire breast underneath, softly kneading it with his hands and licking everywhere except there. It’s been years since I’ve enjoyed my breasts being played with, and I drop my head back, praising this guy for helping to bring me out of my funk.
When his lips finally reach mine, a familiarity rings through my body and within an instant, I’m lost in his lips, wanting him more now than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. The surge running through me lights my soul on fire, and I only want more.
Finally, he allows my hands to unbuckle his pants and slide them down his legs, revealing a lower half that rivals his upper half.
Our lips stay locked in a passionate kiss while he holds me tightly with one hand and runs his fingers through my hair with the other. I feel so alive, so secure in his arms and for a brief moment, it’s not until I hear the cries from someone in another scene that I remember where we are.
Pulling back, I try to regain my sense ofthis is just fucking, while he kisses his way down my stomach again. Once the condom he reached for from the table is secure, he still doesn’t push inside.
Instead, he runs his fingers over my stomach, almost as if he’s searching for something. When he finds the small stretch mark I have hidden on my hip, he leans down, softly kissing it before sliding inside me. He reaches his arms around my body, holding me tightly and slowly pulling in and out.
Everything feels different. This is nothing like what I’ve felt in this club, yet it’s everything I’ve wanted for so long. The way his body molds to mine, the way I can feel his heart beat and his breath on my neck, the way he’s holding on to me like he can’t believe I’m here, and what surprises me the most is the way I’m holding him back.
My emotions run wild with every purposeful pulse he makes. I never want this to end, but I feel the deep burn building low, and I know there’s no way to stop it, no matter how much I fight it. This man has taken complete control of my body, and I’m a slave to his touch.
