SEX Unlimited: Volume 1 (Unlimited #1) (3 page)

Preparation

B
runch was delicious and thankfully, the remainder of our conversation was lighthearted. He’s an investment banker and has been divorced for two years. He was introduced to the website by a guy friend of his. Tired of the bar scene, he decided to give it a try although he says he hasn’t contacted anyone on there until me.

Tonight we’ll meet at a local hotel. We’ve agreed to keep things on neutral territory as I’m not ready to bring a guy home with me just yet. He insisted on getting the room and he’ll text me with the room number. When we parted ways, he gave me a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek. I’ll be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping for an actual full on kiss.

Tonight should be interesting. I’m still a little shocked at myself for going through with this. Well, I haven’t
fully
gone through with it just yet, but I’m already this far in so I see nothing stopping me now.

I’m having sex tonight, with a man I just met today. Holy shit!

The reality of what will transpire in a few hours sends me into panic mode. I throw my purse over my shoulder and head to the store. I need ‘
having sex for the first time in a year’
supplies.

A
fter loading up on new razors, anti-razor bump lotion, a sexy new white lace panty and bra set and a bottle of body spray I head home. I haven’t exactly kept myself in sex condition, and
I don
’t want to go completely bare down …
there
, but a little strip seems sexy to me.

Arriving home, I start to rummage through my closet. Since he mentioned liking my legs, I choose another dress that falls just above the knee. My new bra and panties will look good against my olive toned skin, and the red dress goes well with my green eyes. I feel giddy like a teenager—excited and terrified.

I’m totally overthinking all of this.

Now that I have everything laid out, I will try and get some work done before getting in the shower. I also have to call my crazy friend Janette. She’s never going to believe what I’m doing tonight. I should have told her sooner, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was going to go through with it. I wanted the decision to be purely my choice and Janette would have pushed me into it regardless. She’s a total nympho and has more sex than most men I know.

Janette is a tattoo artist who lives a fast paced life. She’s covered in tattoos and has hot pink hair. We’re complete opposites, but we’ve been best friends since grade school and I love her to pieces. I send her a quick text telling her a little about tonight before getting to work.

I flip open my laptop and dive into Dawn’s manuscript. Her writing’s very lyrical in this story and I’m really enjoying it. I’m not quite sure where she’s going with the plot but so far I’m
 
intrigued.

My phone buzzes.

Janette: What’s up, hooker? That text you sent was sort of cryptic. What’s going on?

Candace: Who’s calling who a hooker? But after I tell you what I’m doing tonight, hooker might be a pretty good description of me. LOL

Janette: WTF? I’m calling you.

My phone rings immediately. “
Hello,
”
I answer
, half laughing.

“What exactly are you doing tonight?”

“Having sex with the hottest man I’ve ever seen, that’s what.”

“Candace, are you fucking with me? What hot guy?”

“I met him online.”

“Oh, my Gods!” She shrieks into the phone so loud I have to pull it back from my ear. “Spill bitch. Where online? Where’s a pic? I must see this guy. Oh my God, why am I just now finding out about this? I am so excited for your vagina.”

I shake my head. I knew she would love this.
Slut.
“I came across this website called Sex Unlimited dot com and I kind of created a profile on it. It’s a no strings attached matching site for singles.”

“
Well
, hot damn! And I thought I was the slutty one.” She breaks out into laughter. “This is so great, Candace. You need this. You’ve been a hermit the past twelve months and if anyone deserves some mind blowing sex it’s you. So tell me
 
all about Mr. Hotness.”

I go over everything that has transpired up until now and I can almost see her bouncing up and down happy for me.
Dork.

“You have to call me as soon as you get home tonight. God, I hope he doesn’t have a small dick. That would be tragic. And text me his profile pic. I wanna see.”

“You’
re terrible
, you know? Just bad. James didn’t have a big one and the sex was good.”

“Oh, Candace, I really hope this Brisban dude has a big one so you can see what you have missed out on all your life.”

I laugh. “You’re awful. I’m sure that a man of his size has plenty to be proud of down south, but I’ll let you know.”

A
fter editing over three thousand words, I put my laptop away and hop into the shower. It’s 5pm. In three hours, I’ll be at a hotel with a guy I barely know. This is a mid-life crisis if I ever saw one.

Imagining his hands on me causes me to flush. My nipples are hard and I feel the need to touch myself. I haven’t done that in a long time, but I need the release right now, so I let my hand slide down over my soapy flesh to my clit and start massaging it in circles. With my other hand, I push one then two fingers inside myself to increase the stimulation. Leaning against the tile shower wall, I close my eyes and imagine him touching me this way. The heat between my legs intensifies, and I move my fingers faster and faster until the heat builds to a precipice and ignites through my body. I feel my inner walls contract and relax again and again. My breathing is erratic and as I slide my fingers away from my pussy, I can smell the scent of arousal in the steamy shower air.

I’d needed that more than I’d realized.

A
fter getting out of the shower, I pull on my robe and towel-dry my hair. My phone buzzes. It’s him. My heart immediately beats faster. The butterflies keep coming back. This is all so odd yet exhilarating.

Brisban: Hello, gorgeous. Our room is number 347. I’m already here. I’ll be doing some work until you arrive. I look forward to our evening together.

I smile from ear to ear.

Candace: Me too. See you at 8.

Brisban: I’ve thought about you all day. I know you’re nervous but don’
t worry, so am I. We
’ll take it slow. See you soon. Oh, and Candace, breathe. Just breathe ;)

I sigh. He is just too good to be true.

It Begins

I
check my hair in the elevator mirror. I’ve left is down in loose curls. My heart’s pounding against my ribcage at epic speeds. It’s really happening. I’m really doing this.

I get a last minute text from Janette.

Janette: Fuck his brains out. Stamp him with your brand. You know how I’m always telling you that when you have sex you have to do something that will linger, imprint yourself in their mind? Do that. Let your inner freak out! And have fun. Be safe and have lots of orgasms then call me when you get home
:

Candace: Slut.

Janette: Hey, you’re the one fucking a guy you just met. Hello, kettle. Meet pot. HA!

I laugh. I really love her. The elevator dings. Here goes nothing…or a whole lot of something.

When I approach the door, it’s slightly ajar and I hear faint music coming from the room. I knock lightly before pushing it open a little more. “
Hello? It
’s me,” I say, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.

“Please, come in,” his husky voice replies. I walk inside the large, elegant room and see that the music is coming from an iPod docking station. “Hope you don’t mind, but I brought music.”

“No, not at all.”

“I also have a bottle of both red and white wine. I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer, but I thought it might help relax us a bit. By the way, you look stunning.” He closes the distance between us and places a kiss softly on the curve of my neck. Goose bumps scatter across my skin at his touch. “And you smell incredible.”

I try not to blush. “Thank you. So do you.”
 
He’s wearing a slate gray V-neck that stretches across his toned chest and arms with dark denim jeans that hang low on his waist. A
nd he
’s barefoot.

So damn sexy.

“Red or white?” He motions to the bottles of wine.

“Red, please.”

“Looks like we already have something in common. I’m a red man myself.” He pops the cork and I make my way over to the wingback chair off to the side. He pours our wine and hands me a glass.

“Thank you.” I inhale the aroma of the wine and take a sip. It’
s wonderful.

“I’m glad you came. I was worried.”

“
You were?
”

He places his glass on the bedside table, then kneels down in front of me. “
Yes, I was.
” He starts to unbuckle my strappy left heel. “These shoes are sexy but I bet they are dreadfully uncomfortable.”

“Yes, actually they’re horribly uncomfortable,” I reply. His hands are warm against my skin as he slowly removes the first shoe, and then the second. Methodically, he begins to rub my feet one by one.

“How’s this? Feel good?”

I sigh and lean my head back a bit. It feels amazing. I’ve been so tense all day. “I had no idea I was going to get a foot massage tonight but yes, I love it. It’s relaxing.”

His hands move up to my ankles, then my calves. Heat begins pooling in my lower stomach and I adjust myself in the chair. He gives me a mischievous look with those smoky blue eyes and places a kiss on the inside of my right knee. I instinctively flinch. It’s so intimate, yet so innocent.

“I think we might need to move you over to the bed.”

Wow, he isn’t wasting any time.

“Already?”
God, did I really just say that out loud?
I remember what Janette said and an idea pops into my head.

“Yes, already. Why wait? Why do the awkward thing? I want to touch you, taste you and more than anything, Candace, I can’t wait to feel your pussy tight around me. You’re going to be simply beautiful beneath me. I don’t want to wait another second.”

This man is going to be the end of me with his dirty mouth and honest ways. “I have another idea.”

He gives me a surprised look. “Oh, really? What idea might that be?” He stands up and holds out his hand to me. “Does your idea involve the bed?”

I shake my head from side to side slowly. I summon every ounce of self-confidence I have and drop to my knees before him. I look up at him with determination. His eyes are swimming with need.

“What are you doing?”

I smile like a Cheshire cat. “I’m about to wrap my lips around your cock.” I reach out to the button on his jeans, but he covers my hand with his.

“No, I want you to be pleasured first, not me.”

I narrow my eyes as I tilt my head to the side and give him a look that says I’m in control right now. “What about what I want? Let me suck your dick, Brisban. I don’t have to make you come. I just want to feel you inside my mouth.” I wonder what Janette would think about my forwardness. I feel like a sexy vixen about to claim her prey.
Who am I?
I don
’t know this woman.

“Christ, keep talking to me like that and there will be zero foreplay,” he says from between gritted teeth.

“I knew you would like the dirty talk. Now let me unbutton these jeans.” He pulls away his hand and allows me to unbutton, unzip and pull them down. He steps out of the jeans leaving him only in a pair of tight white boxer briefs. His dick is erect and huge. I try to hide my surprise as I reach out and pull the boxers down. Large heavy balls hang just beneath the most beautiful cock I’ve ever laid eyes on—thick and much longer than what I’m accustomed to.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, reaching down and stroking himself
twice.

“Very much.” I wet my lips before leaning forward. “Do you realize I’m going to be kissing your cock before I’ve even kissed your mouth?” I ask him.

“Yes, I realize that. You have somewhat thrown a curve ball in my plan to seduce you properly. You’ve turned the tables on me.”

My left hand cups his balls and he lets out a hiss. “Yes, I suppose I have.”
I give hi
m a slight squeeze and then lean in, gently licking the bead of pre-cum from the tip. Slowly, I wrap my lips around him while looking up and our eyes connect. His pupils are dilated, signaling his intense arousal.

“Looking down at you like this is so fucking beautiful. Damn, I like your aggressiveness. It’s a good surprise.”

I reply by sliding my warm, waiting mouth down over the head, then down his hard shaft. I trace a figure eight around his balls with my thumb and his cock twitches in response.

“That feels fucking incredible.”
 

He smells like fresh soap, and the wine taste that’s lingering on my tongue mingles with the saltiness of his pre-cum. I devour it all. He lets out a groan and I push down farther until I feel the head press against the back of my throat, then slide my mouth up and down.

He places one hand on my shoulder and the other tangles in my hair. “
I won
’t last long like this. You feel so damn good. I don’t want to come yet. You,” he lets out another groan, “have to stop or I’
ll come.
” He grips my shoulder tight as I stroke him one last time with my mouth. Slowly, I lick down his shaft to his balls, sucking on them one by one.

“
Good god, woman.
”

He pulls my hair just a little but not too hard. I moan, sending a tremor of vibrations over his balls before releasing them. He quickly reaches down and pulls me up in a hurried fashion, slamming me against his hard body and h
is lips crash
ing down hungrily
onto mine
. He tastes like alcohol and ginger.

There’s a feral aggression that comes out of both of us as we begin tearing each other’s clothes off.
 
His tongue intertwines with mine and our kiss grows more commanding, more passionate. He pulls me in closer, pressing our bodies tightly against one another as his hand snakes around my back, finding the latch to my bra. He expertly releases it and my heavy breasts are released. His hands glide up the arch of my back to the straps on my bra, sliding them down one by one, and my bra falls to the floor with the rest of our clothes until I’m standing in my white lace panties and nothing else.

Quickly
, he turns me towards the bed and picks me up as if I’m light as a feather. Kisses and nips are placed one by one down the slope of my neck and his hot breath sends a parade of chills across my skin. Gently, he lies me down on the fluffy down comforter and I watch him bend down and rummage through our clothes. When I hear the crinkle of plastic, I realize he’s getting a condom from his jeans. He stands back up as he rips the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

So much for foreplay.

I don
’t even care at this point. I’m so wet and my clit is throbbing with need. I just want him inside me, now. His hand glides down his large cock as he rolls the condom on. Once he releases it, it bounces somewhat from the heaviness of its weight. I hope I can handle all of him.

“I can’t wait to be inside you. Foreplay will have to wait. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

He dives forward and straight into me with a loud grunt and his girth stretches me wide as he pushes inside me. I let out a yelp before my pussy starts to respond. His mouth latches onto one of my pert nipples and a surge of pleasure bolts through my body. We are skin on skin moving in rhythm with one another as I swing my legs up and around his waist. He goes even deeper, sweeping my G-spot with each thrust and every withdrawal.

My breath is coming out in loud rasps as I pull on a handful of his dark hair to pull him in closer to me, deeper inside of me. His hands find mine and he pushes them up over my head interlocking our fingers. His thrusts are hard but deliberate and slow.

“Do you like that? Do you like how my cock fills and stretches that wet pussy of yours? Tell me what you like, Candace.”

My body rocks against the soft fabric of the bed each time he plunges into me. I open my mouth to respond when a hot sensation deep inside my pussy takes over my senses. “I think I’m going to come already, Brisban. Oh, god. You feel so good, this all feels so good.”

“Oh no, you don’t. Not yet.” He pulls out and I’m instantly
mourning
the feeling of him inside me. “This is not going to happen that fast.” His hand glides down between my legs. “You’re so beautifully wet.” He brings his fingers up and places them into his mouth. His breathing is heavy and needy.

Dear Jesus.

“Mmmm, just like I thought. You taste fucking perfect.”

I smile. “You do too.”