Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles) (6 page)

I’ll just buy her a matching set later.

I delved into her folds, lapping up her juices.  “Mmm.”

“Oh!”

Her hips arched up which granted me better access
and I felt the sudden urge to speed things along.  My tongue plunged into her
depths as I used my thumb to tweak her clit.  I switched and plunged a finger
into her, massaging that sweet spot inside her while I sucked her hard and
swollen bud.

When I felt her muscles tighten around my finger,
I pulled them out and with my one free hand I pushed down my boxer briefs to mid-thigh,
all the while keeping my mouth on that little jewel of hers.

“I need you to come for me, baby,” I said.  I
massaged her clit with my thumb and thrust a finger inside her.  “Make yourself
come with my hand.”  She began to ride like a sex-crazed kitten as I tried to
shimmy my underwear the remainder of the way off.

“Baby,” I said and felt her buck up and boil over
onto my hand.

“I need you in me
right the fuck now
,” she demanded
before I could ask her what she wanted next.

I leaned over her, grabbed the condom from the
drawer and slipped it on.  I arched her hips up by grabbing hold of her butt and
slammed myself into her throbbing core in one swift motion, almost sending
myself over the edge in the process.

“Oh, God!”  I swear I could hear the walls shake.

Teeth grinding, I stayed buried to the hilt,
unmoving.  Her legs wrapped around my waist and locked into a vice-like grip.

“What’s-”

“Fuck me, Pax,” she said before I could finish.

I pulled back and gave her a hard thrust and asked,
“Like that?”  She nodded.  “Open your eyes, baby, I want you to watch as my
cock plunges into that tight cunt of yours, see the look of pure ecstasy break
out when I take us both over the edge.  I want you to come with me but only
when I tell you to.”

I watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open,
her breath labored, and sweat glistening over her body.  The sight of her tits
bouncing around was disrupted as she rubbed a hand down her middle to massage
her clit while she held her gaze on me.  Her other hand moved to one of her
breasts and massaged it.

“Fuck, Allie,” I said through a clenched jaw as I
continued to thrust.  Her passage was threatening my length and causing my
balls to tighten up much quicker than I would have liked.

“Harder,” she said.

She had me entranced with her own ministrations
that I couldn’t do anything but control the pace, so I gave in.  Her cries began
to escalate and her internal muscles gave me their sign of impending eruption.

“Come,” I said, “come with me, Allie,
now
.” 
I cried out with her, exploding as she milked every bit of my juices.  “Oh,
God, baby!”  I slowed my thrusts, our erratic tremors ebbing.

When our breathing stabilized, our eyes connected
again and a blush covered her entire body.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.  “That was
intense.”  I growled into the aggressive kiss I delivered her.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her so her head
lay on my shoulder, while I ran an open palm down her back and let it settle at
the base of her spine.

“I think I might be addicted to you by the week’s
end,” she said, causing both of us to laugh.

“I think I might have to tie you to my bed to make
you stay,” I rebutted.  She shivered in my arms.  “You, like that idea.”  It
hadn’t been a question, more of an observation.

After a bit of playful banter, I turned off the
lights and we settled under the sheets.  I held onto Alissa, my body started to
lull and sleep claimed me.  The last thing I remember was the distinct feeling
of warm lips over my heart.

It was just before seven when I woke and the sun
was peeking through the edges of my curtained window.  I turned to find Alissa
on her stomach, the sheets lowered to just above her bare bottom.  Her eyelashes
fluttered, brushing against the tops of her cheeks and a smile graced her face.

Must be a good dream.

I scooted closer to her and my fingers traced the
delicate edges of her shoulder blades, making their way down her spine.  She shivered
when my fingers reached the edge of her breast.  Her arms were tucked under her
pillowed head.  Even in her sleep she responded in a way I had never seen
another woman do so with me before.

I thought of the previous night and the things that
we had done, things that
I
had said and done to her.  I couldn’t explain
where the guts to do so had come from.  In all of my thirty-four years, I had
never once been that kinky or demanding in bed.  It had felt liberating to say
the least and I hoped to pull a repeat session with her sometime soon.

My focus now returned to the present, I noticed
her blue orbs staring back with that amused smirk of hers splayed on her lips. 
“I have to say that the sight of you in thought like that first thing in the
morning makes for quite a picture,” she said.

“Good morning,” I said and kissed her cheek.

A strand of her blonde hair fell in her face and I
brushed it off to the side, tucking it behind her ear.  My eyes never left hers.

“Good morning,” she said.  She blushed and buried
her head into the pillow with a groan.

“What’s that for?”

“I was thinking about what we did last night,” she
said into the pillow.

I laughed.  “I take it that you enjoyed it?”

She lifted her head.  The twinkle in her eyes had
returned.  “Enjoyed, you could say that, more like over-indulged.  I’m a little
sore because someone used me well last night.”

“I think I can finagle a cure that might help with
that,” I said, “for later.”

***

It was a sweltering day out again and even though
we didn’t feel up for an outing, I recommended the beach.  Based on the make out
session we had over trying to put breakfast together, and again when we
attempted to do the dishes, it was a safer bet to spend some time outside—in
public—where we couldn’t jump each other like animals.

I ogled her as she removed her sundress and
revealed her curves in the purple bikini she wore underneath.  The thing didn’t
leave much to the imagination but enough that I wanted to kiss, caress, and
tantalize the silken golden skin that lay beneath.  What was up with me?  It
was as if I was some sex-crazed teenager all over again.

I groaned.  “I’m starting to think that maybe the
beach wasn’t the smartest of ideas.”

Her dress hit my face as she laughed.  “Are you
done pervin’?”

I caught the garment before it fell to the sand
and let it drop onto the blanket we had spread.

“I’m just getting started,” I said.  “A man’s got
to look when there’s a gorgeous woman standing right in front of him.”  I took my
sunglasses off, slipped my t-shirt over my head, popped my shades back on and
pulled the rest of the shirt off of my arms.  “And you’re better?” I asked and
took the few steps to stop in front of her with her appraising gaze.

Her cheeks pinked.  “You know you like it.”

She shoved me back playfully before walking off
toward the water; the sway of her hips accentuated to tease me.
 Damn!

I ran toward her, picking her up like a sack of
potatoes and threw her over my shoulder.  Her shriek of surprise had me
laughing.

I smacked her butt.

“Hey!”

“That’ll teach you to walk away from me,” I said.

“Put me down, Pax.”  She pounded my behind and
when I didn’t relent, she pinched my cheeks, making me trip and both of us fell
into the knee-high water.

I surfaced first and didn’t see her in the water
beside me.  She jumped on my back and wrapped her legs around my waist.  I started
to drop but recovered in time.  We giggled as I walked us into deeper waters.

I shook her off making her topple backwards.  She
was still chuckling when she surfaced.  I stopped laughing, captivated by the
water beading off of her like jewels sparkling under the sun.

Next thing I knew, she ducked under the water,
grabbed onto my hips, brushing her body up against the front of me as she resurfaced. 
Her face stopped mere inches from mine, filled with unbridled satisfaction.

“You little minx,” I said.  I was hard again—hell,
I don’t I had even fallen out of my state of arousal since waking.

She grinned.  “Me?”  Her hip nudged my pelvis.

“I think you know exactly what you just did.  That
innocent façade of yours can’t fool me one bit.”

“And I think you need to cool off,” she said and
jumped up to dunk me.

We played like that for a while.  As simple and
childish as it was, it had been the most fun I’d had with a woman in years.  The
entire visit had been like that so far.  It baffled me that something so simple
made me happy and the look of enjoyment on her face made it all the better.

Alissa was doing the starfish, floating on her
back when I crept between her legs.  She jumped and her head nearly sunk
underwater as I grabbed hold of her thighs, securing her legs around my waist. 
I grabbed her arms and pulled her up so she could wrap them around my neck.  My
hands held and squeezed her butt.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, “and even more now
with that blush of yours.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”  She
laughed and let her forehead fall onto my shoulder as I rubbed her core through
her bottoms.  What?  I couldn’t help myself.

“Mmm...”  She squirmed.  “Not here?”  She pulled
away to look around before looking me in the eyes.

“Was that a question or a statement of preference,
honey?”

I figured I’d test the proverbial waters when she
didn’t answer right away.

My eyes locked on her lips and I went for it.  She
sighed into my mouth when I opened for her.  We took our time.  It was nice.  I
was swimming in all things Alissa.

Her arms wrapped around me and she pressed her
front as close as possible to mine.  The feel of her peaked nipples over my
bare chest heated me up more than the sun ever could.  My hands left her derrière
and rubbed up her back and settled on either side of her neck with my thumbs rubbing
just below her jaw.  She nuzzled my nose.

I stood there with her wrapped around me, trapped
in our moment.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“How wonderful that was, how happy, comfortable
and relaxed I feel,” she said.

“How are those muscles doing?” I asked. 
“Better?”  She nodded.

If there was something I appreciated more than
Alissa’s physical attributes and her sense of humor, it was her blunt honesty
and her willingness to speak her mind.

“I’m glad,” I said.  “What do you say we get out
of here?”

***

Bocconcino
, although slightly upscale, was a
favourite dinnertime haunt of mine that served the best Italian food.  It was
also where I planned on taking Allie for dinner if she’d hurry up.  I sat in
the living room, waiting.

Before I could check up on her, I turned to find her
standing before me in a strapless fire-engine red number that could make a
blind man turn his head and claim that his vision had returned.  One word came
to mind—
hot
.

She grinned.  “I guess this’ll do.”  I had yet to
say anything.

Collecting my thoughts and closing my mouth, I
walked up and kissed her on the cheek.  “You look gorgeous,” I said in her ear.

Her warm breath fanned up my neck.  “Oh good,” she
said, “I thought it wouldn’t meet your standards.”  She pulled away with a
small laugh and laced her arm around mine.  “You ready?”

We were seated at the rear of the restaurant in a
rounded sofa booth.  After a bottle of wine and a few antipasti, we were served
our main courses.

Opting to share a dessert, I let Alissa pick
something—
torta di ricotta
.  As we waited for it, she shifted in her
seat.  Her thigh pressed against mine, her elbow was propped on the back of the
sofa and she leaned forward as if studying me.  I set my goblet down and
smiled, her eyes set on mine in an assessing way.

“Spill, what’s going on in that sexy mind of
yours?” I asked.

She grinned at my inquiry.  “How there seems to be
many sides to you that I don’t know yet,” she said, “but despite that, I feel
like you’re one of the simplest men I’ve ever met.”

I draped an arm over the back rest and feathered
my fingers over the bare skin of her shoulder.  My eyes followed the lazy
action before returning to her gaze.

“I
am
a simple guy,” I said.  “I live a
quiet life ruled by my job and my son.”

“
And
your writing.”

I smiled.  “That too.”

The waiter came around and deposited the Italian
cheesecake between us with two forks.  Alissa grabbed one and handed it back to
the waiter.  She winked at me.  “We’ll only need the one,” she said.  The man
nodded and left.

I shook my head at her.  “You manage to surprise
me at every turn.”

She dug into the cake and brought the fork to my
lips.  “You’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you?”

“I’m only stating what I’ve observed,” I said.  She
looked down and her face darkened but for a short moment.  “What’s that look
for?”  I reached for her chin and tilted it.  “Alissa, please don’t hide from
me.  I don’t know everything about your past but I know enough.  It seems like
you’ve never been good at taking compliments.”

“You could say that.”

She tried to feed me another bite but I took the fork
from her and set it down.

She sighed at my forcing her to talk.  “I’m used
to the whistles, the cat-calls, the sexually overt comments.”  She rolled her
eyes.  “It’s not that I can’t take compliments, it’s just that yours...”

“Aren’t what you’re used to,” I finished for her
and she nodded.  “You’ve never heard anything sincere, huh?”

She acquiesced and looked past me.  “Not from men
I’ve dated.  You’re different than the others.”

“Maybe that’s what you need.”

Her eyes came back to mine.  “What do you mean?”

“Maybe you need someone who’ll pay you a
compliment with sincerity more often than not,” I said, “someone you can talk
to, laugh and cuddle with into the wee hours of the morning, someone who cares
how your day has gone and who’s there to kiss and hug the stress of that day
away or listen to you rant,” I kissed her nose, “and I know that at the end of
the week, you’re not going to be able to let go of all of this like you thought
you could, I sure as hell know I can’t and the week’s not up yet.”

I heard her breath catch and she shifted in her
seat again.  “Where is this coming from, Pax?”

“I heard you speaking with Julie before I came in
to interrupt.  Actually, I heard the close to the entire argument,” I said and
felt my face warm at my confession.

Her eyes grew in surprise and worry made its
appearance.  “So, that bit about m-me…” Her voice faltered.

“About you not giving up, that if things would
end, it would be my call, yeah, I heard it.”

She huffed.  “Well that’s just-”

“Wonderful,” I said and tilted her averted face so
I could get a better read on her.  The back of my fingers grazed her jaw bone
before I trailed a gentle hand to the back of her neck.  “Allie?”

Her gaze darted back and forth between my eyes and
mouth.  “Hmm?”

I leaned toward her, stopping right before our
lips touched.  “I’m not letting you go.”  I closed the distance, gently
pressing my lips to hers for all too short a time.  She kept her eyes closed
and leaned forward as if expecting more but I pulled away.  “Here.”  I grabbed
the fork to feed her a bite of the dessert.  The sound she made when the
flavour engulfed her taste-buds was borderline orgasmic in nature.  “Holy hell,
Allie,” I said and she blushed.  “That was…uh-”

“You like your women vocal,” she said and took the
second bite I offered her.

I gave her a curt nod and leaned in to kiss her
neck.  “I never knew I would this much, though.  You do something to me when
those sounds escape…”  Her hand gripped my thigh then rubbed up.  I nuzzled her
jaw.  “I’m beginning to think that dessert would have been better in a
to-go
bag,” I said.

“We should finish this.”  She took the fork out of
my hand and scooped another bite and fed it to me.  “It’s too good to waste.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“And then you can take me home.  I need out of
these god-awful heels.”

“I don’t know why you women bother with those
torturous devices but I do have to admit,” I said and began to rub my hand up
from her knee to her inner thigh, inching higher, “I definitely appreciate the
sacrifice.”

She dropped the fork onto the tabletop.  I heard
its clang as it toppled onto the tiled floor beneath the table.  She was the
first to get up, straighten her dress from its high position, and raise her
hand to be noticed.  “Check please.”