30 Days (10 page)

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W
hen I'm trying to work out a problem, I tend to pace. It's my thing. After Harrison disappeared into his condo, I took to walking up and down the length of my hallway. I'd upset him by thinking about Rob. Not that I'd done it intentionally, but it didn't excuse the fact.

If I was going to move forward with Harrison and my 30 Days experiment, then as difficult as it might be, I was going to have to push all thoughts of Rob aside.

Easier said than done, but in the end, it was the only way I'd truly be able to move forward.

With my mind made up, I grabbed my sexvival kit and marched over to Harrison's condo. I knocked twice and waited for the inevitable thud of his approaching footfall. I didn't wait for him to invite me in, instead pushing my way into his place with a smile and an “I get it.”

“Hello, Alyssa. Sure, come on in. Make yourself at home.”

I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for his living room. “Really, dude? You still haven't unpacked.”

“Been busy.”

“I can help if you need it.”

“No thanks. What's up?”

I set the gym bag on his coffee table. “I told you. I get it.”

Harrison crossed his arms and stood with his legs hip width apart. “Get what?”

“Why I upset you earlier.”

“I wasn't upset.” He looked down at the floor and gave his head a shake. “I had a long week and I'm tired.”

“Fine, you weren't
upset.
Miffed. Do men get miffed? Ticked? Annoyed? Whatever. Listen, I think we need to get this out into the open if we're going to continue.”

Harrison smiled, but it was tight, practiced, the sort of one I imaged he showed his clients. “Get what out?”

The little speech that I'd hastily planned in my brain on the thirty-second walk over here evaporated. Guess I'd have to wing it. “I'm a thirty-five-year-old widow.”

He jolted, but said nothing.

“Rob was my one and only. Or I'd assumed he was. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable if I think about him every now and again. I don't mean to. I'm not comparing you or anything. It's just . . . he's my frame of reference. Before you, he was the only other man I'd ever touched. Been intimate with. My brain will go there whether I want it to or not.”

I couldn't imagine what he was feeling. What we were doing was at the top of the list for weird. That said, he knew the score when we'd started.

“You're right.” He nodded, though it appeared to be more in response to his own thoughts than anything I'd said. “Neither of us are in this for a relationship. It has nothing to do with me who you're thinking about. Like I said, it was a long week.”

“Thanks.” I fingered the handle on the gym bag. “How about we end it on a better note?”

“What do you have in mind?”

Reaching into the bag, I pulled out the pile of cards. I shifted the first two to the bottom of the pile, leaving Day Three on top. I tossed it on the table and on impulse added the Day Four card as well. Then I crossed my arms and mirrored Harrison's stance.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

I nodded toward the cards. “That.”

“You have two cards there.”

I shot him a smirk. “What's the matter, can't handle it?”

Leaning forward, he peered at them. “We've done one of these.”

“You said we had to do them in order. Touch a naked man is Day Three.”

“Dry hump your partner is Day Four.” Despite him trying to remain disinterested, I could tell by the front of his dress pants that I had his attention. “These seem counterintuitive.”

“Well, you can get naked, and I'll stay in my underwear. That way we won't be tempted to cheat.”

He seemed to consider that. “What else is in the bag?”

“I told you, things we might need for the other days. I just wanted to show you that I'd been—hey, leave that in there!”

“Got enough lube?” He chuckled as he sorted through the various containers. “I have condoms. You didn't need to buy them.”

“I didn't want to assume. Plus it hardly seems fair to make you pay for anything. You're the one doing me the favor here, so thanks for that.”

“Don't thank me.” When his gaze met mine I took a step back. There was a hunger in his eyes that I'd never seen directed my way before. “I'm getting something out of this too.”

Harrison dropped the package of condoms back into the bag and without breaking his gaze, started to unbutton his dress shirt. “I haven't showered.”

“I don't care.” The words came out in a rush. “I want to smell you.”

His lips twitched into a smile. “Be careful what you wish for. This isn't the movies. I stink.” The cotton fell to the floor with a soft
whoosh.
“You gonna just stand there?”

“Yup. I want to watch.” He didn't need to know that I needed a minute to catch my breath and clear my mind. The last thing I wanted was any stray thoughts to ruin the moment.

Plus, it wasn't a chore to watch Harrison get naked.

With sure motions, he removed everything but his briefs. Back to where we'd started a few weeks ago, I waited in anticipation. It was strange how comfortable I'd gotten with the idea of another man's body. I already recognized the various dips and curves of his chest. The ripple of his abs and how the treasure trail of hair led down to the cock that I hoped I'd be able to see soon.

Harrison hooked his thumbs beneath the band of his briefs, caught my gaze one more time, and he pulled it down to his ankles. Once he straightened up, I gave myself a moment before I allowed my gaze to travel down the length of his body to the last piece that had remained hidden from me.

Wow.

That was . . . yes, that was in fact a nearly perfect cock.

“Alyssa, your mouth is open.” He was totally laughing at me.

“This is only the second real-life penis I've seen. I'm savoring the moment.”

He braced his hands on his hips, bracketing the object of my attention. “I'm getting the short end of the stick here.”

“Huh? Was that a dick joke? Cause buddy, your stick isn't short.”

“Day Four. Remember?”

Right! I had to dry hump this vision of male perfection. Oh, such a task. Guess I'll take one for the team.

Somewhere in the back of my brain I must have planned out how this moment was going to happen, because I thankfully hadn't put on a shirt with buttons. My hands were shaking madly and there would have been no way I'd have managed them. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, tossing it on top of his shirt. My shorts wanted to bring my panties with them, so a slight adjustment was necessary before I was able to fully face Harrison.

I wasn't sure if the look of desire he had on his face was a reflection of my own, but it certainly matched the lust that ran through me. This was going to happen.

“Sit on the couch.” My voice had regained a little of my earlier confidence. “In the middle. Hands on the back so they're spread out. I don't want any barriers getting in my way.”

The smile hadn't left his face. If anything, it seemed to brighten the sparkle in his eyes. “Yes, ma'am.”

His cock stood at full attention as he settled into position. The head brushed against his thick hair that covered the lower part of his belly, leaving a bead of precome caught on a strand. He was easily bigger than . . . any other man I'd seen. Not porn-star huge, but still impressive. It helped that we'd actually done this before. That I'd run my hands across his skin, felt his muscles beneath my fingertips. My breasts ached and I wished he was already touching me. It would be easy to straddle his lap and let his cock slide inside me. He was clearly as aroused as I was, it would be fast and hard and dirty.

No, things needed to be done right.

I made my way over and stood between his legs. Harrison gripped the back of the couch, the force of his hold making the cords of muscles stand out on his forearms. Why that was turning me on was a bit of a mystery. His restraint, maybe? I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and teased the flesh with the tip of my tongue. Blow jobs weren't on either card. Too bad.

“So?” He tilted his head to the side.

So indeed. I dropped to my knees and cupped his calves with my hands. “This time I'm going to start from the bottom and work my way up.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I was pleased that some of his cockiness had fled. “Avoid my sides or else you'll have a repeat of the other night.”

“You said you work out, right?” I ran my hands down to his feet, massaging the muscles as I went. He had strong arches and hairy toes. I approved. It made him less perfect and more human. “You're a runner?”

“Yes.” He forced the word out through gritted teeth as I rubbed my thumbs into his arches. “That tickles.”

“As bad as your sides?” I would need to make a list at this rate.
Here there be tickles.
“Don't kick me.”

“Don't linger.”

Not willing to tempt fate, I changed directions and began back up across his calves to his thighs. I paid more attention to the firmness of his muscles as I went. I hadn't realized how much of a turn-on a nice pair of legs could be on a man; strength, a solid foundation, someone who worked hard.

The closer I got to his cock, the faster the blood pulsed beneath his skin. Oh, yes. He wasn't immune to my touch, to the way I would lean in and let my breath tease his skin while I alternated hard and soft caresses.

“Not yet,” I whispered. “I want to take advantage of our time. I need to learn you.”

Harrison growled, but didn't move.

Unlike before, I knew enough to avoid his sides. While that had been fun, tonight was about mutual orgasms. Instead, I focused my attention on his chest. His nipples were hard nubs peeking up through the thicket of hair. Rob hated when I went anywhere near his. Maybe Harrison wouldn't mind so much. I stuck out my tongue, giving him as much warning as I could as I lowered my mouth. Rather than pull away, he sucked in a mighty breath, and bucked his hips up against me.

“Fuck!”

“Want me to stop?” I kept licking.

“No.”

“Good.” I gently bit down. “You're fun.”

“I'm a better ride than exhibit.” He bucked his hips again.

I continued biting and licking my way across his chest and up to his neck. “No riding tonight. Lots more touching though.”

“I was promised dry humping.”

“Don't rush me. I might not get another chance at Day Three.”

Harrison shifted and for a moment I thought he was going to throw me back onto the cushions the way he had before. Moving far faster than I would have ever given myself credit, I straddled his thighs and pushed his hands back down against the top of the couch. “Don't. Move.”

Our mouths were now inches apart. It would have been easy to bend down and kiss him, long and slow the way I normally liked. But nothing about what we were doing had to do with normal seduction. This was about fucking; raw, pure sex and the mutual enjoyment that came from it. I didn't have to fall in love to enjoy Harrison's body. No, I was going to relish each of these experiences for exactly what they were.

I grabbed his face between my hands, letting my fingers rub hard against his stubble. His sweat mixed with his deodorant and the remnants of aftershave. I breathed it in deeply, doing my best to memorize it, burn it into my brain for later recall. His lips parted, revealing a flash of white hidden beneath. Yes, that was what I wanted. I kept my eyes open as long as I could, only closing them when I got close enough to suck hard on his bottom lip.

A rush of air tickled my cheek as he sucked in a breath. I didn't want him to speak. Not when I finally got my head to the place I wanted it to be. I bit down on his lip, eliciting a flinch from him. His hands found their way to my hips, but rather than pull me off, he encouraged me to move.

It took me a second to get the hang of grinding down on him while holding his face, but I managed to set a pace that had us both panting in no time. His cock might as well have been stone it was so hard against my pussy. The wet cotton stuck to my skin, increasing the friction and pressure on my clit. I moaned into his mouth before breathing in his breath.

“That's it.” He squeezed my hips harder. “Fuck me. Rub off until you come.” There was no sweetness and light in his words, only raw desire.

Who was I to deny the man his request?

Placing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, I increased the pressure on his cock. I must have done something right because the next thing I knew his eyes rolled up and his lids squeezed shut.

“You like that,” I whispered as I licked his ear.

“Yeah.” His breath was hot against my neck.

“You gonna come?”

“Not yet. You first.”

It wasn't going to take much prompting. This was the first time I'd been with a man since Rob, and while my pirates and vibrator certainly did the trick, they couldn't replace the mind-blowing need that being held by a man could induce. I gave up with seductions and teasing and instead pressed my face into the side of Harrison's neck and focused my attention on coming.

Sweat covered us, mixed together between our bodies as I rode him. My cotton panties were soaked with my desire and effort to get off. The fabric pulled tighter than before, creating the perfect pressure on my clit. I lifted my body up enough to force the side of his shaft against my clit. There it was! That sensation of bliss, and the promise of oblivion. I dug my nails into Harrison's shoulders as I ground down. Heat rose within me as my chest tightened and the muscles in my legs began to quiver. Almost there, reaching for the precipice . . .