Ditching The Dream (Dream Series) (24 page)

Truthfully? The way my week had been going, yes. But instead I just shrugged.

“Can I be honest?” he asked, disarming me with his sultry brown-green eyes. Not trusting my voice, I nodded back, swallowing hard.

“I was hoping tonight would have been something a bit more… private,” he said, stepping closer, much closer, his lips just inches from mine.

I don’t know what happened in my brain next. But before I could evaluate the words, I heard myself ask, “Your place or mine?”

His lips were suddenly on mine and he was pressing me up against the back of the elevator.

W
hen the elevator came to a stop, he didn’t stop, rather he walked backward out of the elevator bringing me along to his apartment door. A click, a swoosh, and his door was open and he pulled me in.

“Is here okay? Your place is so far away?” he asked, smirking against my mouth.

“It’s perfect,” I replied, my hands reaching into that thick head of hair, and deepening our kiss. I was consumed with need. There was no right or wrong. There was just passion.

His hands came up to cradle my head, his thumb brushing along my jaw, and he seemed really content to just kiss. Only problem was, I wasn’t. I wanted more. I brought my hands down to his shirt and pulled the hem out of his pants.

Apparently that was the message he needed because next he stepped back, whipping his shirt off his impossibly chiseled body, taking my breath with it. If my middle school teacher looked half as good as Kevin looked, I would have failed the class so I could get some private tutoring, or worked harder at getting
A’
s so he would be proud of me.

“Do you know how sexy it is when you make the moves?” he asked. “I love that you are confident enough to let me know what you want.”

Oh really?

I turned us so that his back was against the wall and stepped back a bit. I undid the buttons of my shirt and peeled it off of my shoulders, then tossed it aside to rest somewhere with his. His eyes raked over my heaving chest, shoulders and belly.

“Dios Santo en el cielo,” he whispered.
Man! Spanish was hotter than I thought.

I let him take it in before I leaned in and kissed him. His hands felt terrific on my bare skin. And I loved the way he kissed. So tender, then urgent, then back to soft enjoyment. I pulled us into his living room and pushed him onto the sofa, barely controlling myself.

He propped himself up on his elbows and studied me, panting, his tongue practically hanging out. Not that I minded being looked at, especially with such hunger, but I had some serious need building up here. I stepped up and straddled his legs and then knelt on the sofa and settled myself on his lap and leaned in for more of his lips.

We made out for a good while. I felt like a teenager. Taking things sorta slow. And feeling his ridge of excitement under me was intoxicating.

“Do you mind if we move this to a more comfortable location?” he asked sheepishly.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

His eyes darted to the bedroom door. A small smile curled on his lips. I backed off of his lap and we started to move toward his bedroom. His hands and lips all over me as we walked, I didn’t pay attention until we bumped onto the edge of his bed. Once we were there, I pushed him down onto bed. He laid back, propped up on his elbows and looked at me, grinning, eyes sparkling in the light that came through the door.

Feeling saucy, his comment about loving when I took control, I undid the button on my pants and rolling my hips to an imaginary striptease music track playing in my head, then pushed my pants down my hips. Kevin’s eyes didn’t miss a beat. My pants hit the floor and I kicked them aside after slipping my feet out of my shoes, then crawled onto the bed straddling his legs. I was a cougar in full cougar mode.

I explored the tattoo that covered his left shoulder with my lips and tongue. Sensual scrolling lines. Wavy rays coming from the sun.

Next I moved over to his abs. Tight. Lean. Smooth. And a tantalizing treasure trail… Mmm-mm-mmmm.

Reaching down, I undid the button on his jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, locking eyes with Kevin, excited about following said trail. Was he a boxer or a brief kind of guy?

Peeling back the front of his jeans, I pulled my eyes down to see that he was a boxer-brief kind of guy. Black boxer-briefs. A smile spread on my lips.

“You approve?” he asked with a smirk.

“I do,” I replied.

Suddenly I found myself under Kevin, his eyes wild with passion. “You are in a fun mood tonight,” he growled.

“Let’s just say things were left unfinished last time around.”

“Oh, I’d say you were satisfied,” he nodded.

“But you got the short end of the stick.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Not in the least,” he smiled.

He kissed me gently. “Your lips are so soft.”

“It’s not your lips, I’m thinking about. And nothing about
it
is soft,” I said, grinding my hips up toward his.

He reached to my bra and pulled the lace down over my breast. His eyes lit with delight and he licked his lips before dropping his head down and flicking his tongue over my right breast, his hand reaching up and rolling my nipple on my left.

I moaned and dragged my nails down his back, lifting my hips to him, which spurred him further. He took the hint and one hand trailed slowly down my abdomen. I was typically a very ticklish person, but I was not laughing. His touch was like a the flame of a candle, lighting up my skin on it’s path.

My hands continued to explore his muscular back, his trim waist and finally snuck into the waistband of his boxers. I started to push them down, but my arms were only so long. Bringing one leg up outside of Kevin’s hips, I caught the waistband in my toe and pushed them down to his ankles.

As soon as his cock sprang free, he pressed his hot length on my inner thigh. I was desperate to see just how big and gorgeous he was. But before I could figure a way to catch a glimpse, Kevin’s hand slipped over my panties and rubbed over my soaked center. His eyes flew up to mine as his lips popped off of my breast.

He pulled the lace aside and ran a finger slowly up my slit, and took extreme care to not penetrate. When he reached my clit his finger ran a slow circle around it, drawing a groan out of me. I pressed my hips into his hand, seeking more friction.

He crawled up my body, rubbing the whole way.
Well, friction was friction
…

He kissed me deeply and reached into his side table drawer. He propped himself on one elbow and placed the corner of the foil condom wrapper in his teeth and tore it slowly, staring deeply into my eyes.

The foil torn, he squinted at the condom peeking out. He started to adjust so that he could pull it out of the foil, but I stopped him. I reached up and pulled the rolled rubber out of the packet and reached down between our bodies.

Kevin took in a quick breath of air as I grasped his cock. My eyes widened as I held it, finally giving me my first sense of just how big he was. I guess it’s true what they say – ‘Everything is bigger in Texas.’ I rolled the sheath over his full length and then placed the tip at my dripping core.

Our eyes meeting, my hands on his tight ass, he slowly entered me. I took in a deep breath. He was big. He was hard. He was incredible.

He pulled back and then slid back in all the way. He ground his hips in a small circle then pulled back and in with another circle. I closed my eyes, reveling in the perfect rhythm he designed. His dancing skills were not just solid while standing, he was a spectacular horizontal dancer.

The sounds that surrounded us drove my excitement higher. Skin slapping, breaths panting and gasping, moans and groans. So much better than a live studio audience laughing and applauding.

I was coiled up so tightly inside. I was matching his dance as easily as I did on the dance floor. He reached between us and rubbed a finger over my clit, sealing the fate of the pending orgasm. I exploded around him, latching my trembling legs around his slim hips, pulling him deeper into me.

As I was coming down off my high, I held him to me. I felt myself still clenching around Kevin’s still throbbing cock. The sensation so erotic that I dared not move.

“That. Was. Incredible,” he managed through labored breaths.

“Agreed,” I replied.

He kissed my forehead then rolled us onto our sides, facing one another. He slowly pulled out of me, removed the condom and dropped it into a trashcan at the side of his bed.

“You are amazing, do you know that?” he asked rolling back over to face me, and sweeping a chunk of sweaty hair off my forehead.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I smiled.

“I
’m parched. Can I get you a drink?” he offered.

“Water, please.”

He rolled over out of bed and left the room, headed to the kitchen. I loved watching his tight ass and rippling back muscles work in concert, leaving me breathless again. I shoved my head in a pillow and screamed like a school girl, because, well – that’s how he made me feel. Like a teenage girl.

I sat up just as he sauntered in all of his naked glory back into the bedroom with two ice cold water bottles and a white cardboard box. He handed me a bottle of water, which I took and drank nearly half of, then I set my eyes on the box. “So what’s that?” I asked.

“Energy,” he said with a smirk.

“I don’t follow,” I replied thoroughly confused.

He set his water bottle aside and, sitting across from me, carefully opened the box. Peering inside, I gasped. “Chocolate cake,” I sighed. Since Jess and I had started working out at the gym, I’d sworn off all these goodies, and here sat one, a gorgeous one at that, in the very naked lap of one very sexy man.

He slowly sunk a fork into the cake then dangled the end of it, with its sweet smelling bite, mere millimeters from my lips. “The best chocolate cake,” he said. “Flourless chocolate cake, coated in chocolate ganache.”

My mouth was watering.

“Do you like chocolate?” he asked, brushing the piece on my lip. My tongue darted out and licked at the ganache left behind. Mmmmm. Pure heaven.

Suddenly he swung the bite into his mouth.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” I whined, swatting at his arm.

“And neither is your sex appeal every time you walk by me. Every time you look at me. Every time you talk to me.” I sat stunned. Do I really affect him like that? I knew that I was a gooey mess when I looked at him, but
look
at him! He’s gorgeous! Kevin’s got rippling muscles and creamy, tanned skin with well-crafted tattoos adorning his skin. His hair, and his eyes and his mouth. And his voice, its deep timbre.

He cut another bite and slid it onto the fork, then brought it to my mouth. Staring each other in the eye, he slipped the bite into my mouth. With the words he had just delivered, the cake tasted all the more delicious. Savoring the sumptuous bite, I pondered what he said.

I loved watching him chew.

He served me another bite, then slid another bite into his mouth and chewed, his tongue darting out to catch a crumb. Oh, how I wanted to be that crumb.

“So, you like chocolate, huh?” he smirked, as I moaned with the next bite.

“Correction.
Love.
And what’s not to love? It’s good for you. Especially dark chocolate. It has antioxidants,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, his tongue darting out to collect a speck that must have been left behind.

I smirked as he fed me another bite.

“Chocolate is the food of the gods,” he said, serving me another bite. “The Mayans and Aztecs believed the cacao bean had magical and divine attributes. They used it in even the most sacred rituals.”

He served us each another bite. “The Aztecs discovered its aphrodisiac qualities.” Kevin’s eyes danced as they drifted downward.

Boldness taking over, I reached into the box and dragged my finger through the ganache on the bottom of the box then rubbed it on my left nipple. “An aphrodisiac, huh?”

Kevin’s eyes brightened. Taking his cue, he leaned forward. Latching his mouth around my breast and sucking, with his tongue laving to remove all the chocolate. “Hmm-mmm,” he responded.