The man was a sleeping giant. I firmly believed he was a chiseled god who’d been transported here from a beautiful location where every man was the epitome of masculine perfection. Maybe I’d simply woken up in a much better mood than I had as of late, the true reason for my poetic thoughts.
The handsome prince was still sleeping, a sweet effect of the hot tub and a little too much alcohol. And then there were the two hot and heavy rounds of sex. With his head turned slightly to the side, his tousled hair like a bronze halo, and with the sheet lying precariously across his hips, the enticement was almost too difficult to resist.
So much so I lifted the sheet, peeking underneath, immediately swooning. Yes, he was that well-endowed even when not awake. With another glance at his face, I wondered how many women usually fell under his spell. His facial features were aristocratic; the stubble that he perpetually wore sharpened his strong jaw.
Maybe from our dozen or so rounds of kissing, his lips were ruby red as if stained. He could easily give Sleeping Beauty a run. I resisted a giggle and allowed one more glance of desire to his cock. Was it my imagination or was his dick twitching? Daring to be wild, I slid my hand under the covers, very carefully brushing the tip across his sensitive slit.
When he stirred, I pulled my hand away, shocked to find a pearl bead covering my finger. With a fevered wisp of a gasp, I slipped it into my mouth. Oh, my God. The taste of him was exactly like I thought it would be. Surprisingly sweet with a hint of tang. If I didn’t think I’d wake him, I’d suck the man dry.
Such a bad girl with my wishful thinking. Plus, I was sore, enough so that my pussy was tender to the touch. I knew because I’d slipped my hand under the sheet before from a wild and wet dream awakening me.
I bit my lip, fighting a string of moans of appreciation. Very gently, I returned the soft material to where it was, leaning a little closer so I could study the tattoos on his arm. What was it about men liking swords? The picture had been drawn by an artist, the sheen of ink depicting the iron gleaming in sunlight.
He looked positively dangerous this way, sculpted to the point of chiseled perfection. With every inch of my body aching from desire, I resisted tormenting him by tracing every tat. For a few seconds, I rested my head on my hands, only once darting my eyes toward the clock.
Soon, I’d need to get dressed and wake up my sleeping man. With there being no secrets between us, I had to force my butt into gear. Today was going to be a busy day, including finding someone who would occasionally babysit Damon.
Then there was the matter of dealing with Zorro and the breeder. I cringed from the thought of taking the dog away. The mental interruption was just enough that the sensual mood was spoiled. Slinking out of bed, I grabbed my clothes from the chair, my mind still in a beautiful haze that I wished could last all day. At least I could borrow some toothpaste and get rid of my stinky breath.
The ping indicating a text forced an audible groan. Who was texting me so early? I dug through my purse until I put my hands on my phone, yawning even as I tried to read the screen. I should have guessed Brenda would be up so early. The little workaholic.
Brenda: Check the Instagram account I created. Wowie, boss. We are flying high.
Flying high. What in the hell did that mean?
Me: You’re up way too early.
Brenda: The early bird catches the worm. Besides, that news report was a goldmine.
What? My skin began to crawl. Was she talking about the one from the local news station?
Me: How did you hear about that?
The three dots took way too long to provide a message. By then I was sweating.
Brenda: Are you kidding me? Someone tagged the page and with a quick search, I realized someone had taken great interest in the report. It’s everywhere and people are foaming at the mouth to grab a copy of the calendar. Like I said. Goldmine.
Oh, I wasn’t certain if this was good for the project or not, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Me: Until I have signatures on contracts, don’t go too far in your celebrations.
Brenda: Well, you better work your magic because it was mentioned on our local station late last night. Just a shout out, but you know how reporters are. They love a good human interest piece, especially when hot men are involved. I think the story went national.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
That wasn’t what I needed.
With the scope of draining, horrible news being shown every day on the airwaves, a little fun was always helpful to make someone’s day much better. I’d need to get my butt so far into gear I didn’t stop until I dropped.
Me: Get the troops ready, girl. We are going to roll. With any luck, I’ll have some test shots tonight. Try and keep Eric from losing his mind.
Brenda: Ha. As if that’s possible. Good luck.
Luck I’d definitely need at this point.
With my nerves on edge, I moved to the page she was talking about. You bet someone had made a very big deal about the interview. There were hundreds of thousands of likes on the shared link already.
Well, this could be a goldmine if I played my cards right.
Now to ensure that the hot man lying in the bed only a few feet away would conform to my needs. Oh, that gave me some very naughty ideas, including about photographs. How to do it.
Before I headed into his bathroom, I stole another quick look at the sleeping beauty. I had so many mixed emotions about spending the night with him, especially since we both knew this couldn’t last, but maybe allowing myself something just for me wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
By the time I entered the cozy room and shut the door, a warm, almost insidious feeling washed over me, comforting in a way that led to confusion. In fact, I was tingling all over. That lasted all of fifteen seconds until I peered at myself in the mirror. “Oh, girl. You look…” Between the still damp, stringy hair from being in the hot tub and my smeared makeup, mostly from his rough hands and incessant kisses, I looked a mess. A complete mess.
Oh, no. This wouldn’t do with waking my son. Maybe he was a little adult already, but I had no intention of shoving his mother’s escapades into his face. I wasn’t ready for that conversation, even though he was insistent he understood what happened between a man and a woman. When I tested my breath against my hand, I groaned. Dragon’s breath. No. No. No. That wasn’t sexy in the least.
A little frantic, I opened drawers and cabinets until I found a washcloth and toothpaste. With a little silent prayer, washing the raccoon eyes was first, which I did in a flurry of activity. Fearful he’d wake up and see me this way, my eyes were still stinging slightly from the amount of soap I’d used when I squeezed toothpaste on my finger and shoved it into my mouth.
I was avidly rubbing the pad of my index finger across my teeth when the door was flung open and my handsome prince waltzed inside as if king of his castle. With a huge grin on his face, he stretched while I stood still, frozen on the spot.
Ye this heated gaze penetrated every muscle, rocking me all the way to my bones.
“Were you trying to escape, brat?” He knew I couldn’t answer since I was foaming at the mouth.
I shook my head in response.
He leaned against the doorway with his arms folded, acting as if he was master of the house. The smirk on his face somehow made him even more sensual, which on him was insanely enticing. All I could think about was running my fingers through that mop of hair, twisting my fingers in it.
“Oh, I think you were. Don’t you remember what I told you last night?” His eyebrows were hitched, which added to his expression of amusement.
“Uh?” I managed, spitting all over myself when I tried to answer. When my eyes dropped to between his legs, he wagged his finger and tsked me. Oh, my goodness. He was no longer just semi hard. He was now sporting a fully engorged cock with the tip glistening from several drops of pre-cum.
If I wasn’t careful, I would easily choke.
“Very naughty of you to stare at a naked man after he just woke up. You must know how dangerous a situation of that nature can be. Since you gravitate toward all things treacherous, I think I might need to punish you. That’s reason number two. Do you remember reason number one that you need a long… hard… spanking?”
I didn’t gravitate toward treachery. Well, maybe on this trip.
“Wha?” My surprised cry was strangled, enough I shoved my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t continue spitting all over myself. Was he kidding me? He was tempting me with his sinfully sexy body and long… thick… Oh, wow. His cock was even harder than the night before, the veins on the side throbbing. Seeing the tip purple and pulsing, I longed to ease his pain by wrapping my wet mouth around it.
“You heard me.” He held up his hand with two fingers exposed. “The first being running out in front of my car. I can tell you’re the kind of brat who refuses to follow rules. But I’ll help fix that pesky little problem.”
I shook my head vigorously, fighting to turn on the water so I could spit out both the toothpaste and my answer.
But the sleeping giant was too quick for my actions. He moved away from the door, closing it behind him then fisting a handful of my hair. “You heard me, brat. You aren’t leaving until I tell you it’s allowed. And that might take a very… long… time.”
With a gleam in his eye, what did the crazy smokejumper decide to do, toothpaste and all?
Capture my mouth.
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Steel
Hot sex in the morning.
It had been a long time since I’d awakened next to a stunning beauty. Correction, it had been a long time since I’d awakened to find that same beauty had escaped.
At first, I’d thought she’d left the house altogether until I’d heard the water running. How interesting that until this moment, I’d long had no interest in waking up with anyone in my house.
Or in my bed.
Longer than I cared to admit openly.
Truth be told, my relationship with Tanya had likely been over with a long time before I’d caught her with Tom.
What struck me instantly was the punch in the stomach effect I’d experienced this morning when thinking Violet had left. The ugliness had been stronger than when I’d caught Tom with his dick buried inside Tanya. How strange was that?
I kept my fingers wrapped around Violet’s hair, holding her in place since she was a damn good escape artist. At least I didn’t need to worry about morning bad breath, the toothpaste curing that while providing a little foam for fun.
She tried to avoid the desire that had been written all over her face for a full minute, her resolve shocking the hell out of me. But I’d worn her down and she was rubbing her palm across my chest while undulating her hips against mine.
I was rock hard, so much so my balls ached. The night had been a pleasant surprise and one I didn’t want to end. Besides, it was early. I didn’t need to be at the base for a couple of hours. I could afford the time.
Including providing her with a not-so-subtle reminder about how dangerous her reckless behavior could be.
The kiss was as romantic as possible with foam dripping from our lips, but my hunger was off the charts on this gorgeous June day. There was also the realization the kid could wake up at any moment. I escalated the situation, pulling apart our lips. I could sense the evil grin I was wearing when I was the one who turned on the water, sticking my face under the faucet. After spitting out the globs of toothpaste, I pointed toward the stream of water.
To which she looked at me skeptically but dipped her hand under the faucet. In the meantime, I was clever with my actions, opening a drawer next to her hip. With her long hair falling in her face, she couldn’t pay a bit of attention when I pulled out my hairbrush.
She’d just turned off the water when I pressed her against the edge of the counter. With a flip and twirl of the brush so she could see my intentions, I brought the brush down against her bottom.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” Her cry was hushed but still shrill enough she cringed as soon as she cried.
“You know exactly what I’m doing. I suggest you take your medicine like a good girl.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She had me laughing when she tried to scoot away. If she thought I had any intention of letting her off the hook, she was sorely wrong and her butt would soon reflect that.
All I had to do was to crowd her space, wrapping one leg rather awkwardly around hers and smacking her bottom several times in a row. She wiggled and moaned, giving me nasty looks all reflected in the mirror. I knew she could tell I was enjoying the hell out of myself. Maybe more than I had in a long time.
As angry as I’d been with her the night before, a huge load had been lifted off my shoulders. Maybe she was right and I could find time to talk with Axe. I didn’t allow my thoughts to stray too far, smacking her sit spot several times while she hopped from one foot to another. She was wet, her pussy lips glistening.
Did she have any clue my mouth was watering all over again? Touching, tasting, and taking was never enough with her. I’d become insatiable. I stopped long enough to caress her skin, which was hot to the touch, red marks covering a nice portion of her bottom.
She took several exaggerated breaths while clinging to the edge of the counter. She was even on her toes, which make those long legs of hers that much more appealing. Her entire body was appetizing.
Wow. Wasn’t I a hungry boy?
Just to check and see if I was right about how wet she was, I shoved my hand between her legs. You bet I was on the money. She was hot, wet, and dripping.
And I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. I needed to fuck her, enjoying taking her in every filthy way.
I teased her clit while watching her, slickening my finger at the same time. I was so hot, my balls were sweating, the need to be inside of her unlike anything I’d felt in a long time.
Damn the woman for turning my world inside out in a few days’ time.
When I smacked her three more times, her gaze was even more piercing. “Stop or else.”
“Or what, you’ll make me look horrible in your calendar?” My God. I’d just agreed to be a part of it. She caught what I was saying, a sly smile spreading across her face like wildfire.
“Maybe. I do have full control. Meaning I’ll be completely. In. Charge. I suggest you keep that in mind.”
Me being me, I brought the brush down four more times while switching fingers and driving several into her sweet pussy. I could wake up this way every morning. That would give a nice kick start to my day.
She stood her ground, spreading her legs even wider. That was all I could take. I tossed the brush while continuing to thrust my fingers deep inside. When she dared rock against my hand, the sweat that had formed earlier was already running down both sides of my face. the woman knew exactly how to get to me and which buttons to push.
Her breathing remained shallow, much like mine and we seemed intent on steaming up the bathroom. The mirror was first, but I could still see the look of lust that drove me absolutely nuts. I fingered her tight channel until I couldn’t take it any longer.
As soon as I pressed the tip of my cock to her pussy lips, her body stiffened. I took my time sliding it in, enjoying how her body responded, shuddering as my thick dick was driven into her wetness.
When I was fully seated inside, I lifted my face to the ceiling, squinting while catching my breath. Her muscles were already giving me a workout, clenching around my shaft and pulling me in even deeper. There were dozens of sensations, most of them prickles of heat that I wasn’t used to experiencing.
I had thoughts of feasting on every inch of her, exploring with my tongue and fingers. I wanted to fuck her for hours, filling her with my seed then covering her body with my cum.
If only I had the time.
But I wasn’t finished yet.
I shifted my hand, pushing my thumb in beside my cock, ensuring that the thick digit was nice and wet. When I pulled out, I changed my hand’s direction and pressed the tip of my thumb against her asshole.
Violet stiffened, arching her back as she frantically wiped the mirror to create a space in the steam. She didn’t ask me what I was doing. She already knew. And I could tell by her expression she was craving something a little dirty, a little sinful.
And I was all about giving her exactly what she wanted and needed.
Maybe I could be called a gentleman after all. When I pressed my thumb in by an inch, she sucked in her breath, even further up on her toes. I didn’t take my eyes off her as I pushed the reminder inside and continued fucking her tight pussy.
With a slight rhythm, I fucked both holes and I could tell she loved it. But still, it was not enough. I wanted it all. When I pulled my cock free, she threw her head up and there was no doubt by the change in her expression that she knew what to expect. I wasn’t certain how she’d react, but when she jutted her hips back in a playful way, the ache within my system deepened.
She had the ability to ignite a fire that lingered long after I was finished. With my cock dripping with her juice, I rubbed the tip up and down the crack of her ass before pushing it just inside her dark hole. Without stiffening, she threw a look over her shoulder, even wetting her lips.
Violet knew exactly how to drive a man crazy. I slipped another inch inside and damn, her ass was hot as hell, clamping around my dick as if a tight vise.
I could easily get used to this. With my hands planted on both sides of hers with our fingers just touching, I shoved in another inch, hitting the tight wall. Her shudder was long and hard, her shoulders slumping forward.
When I finally thrust the last few inches into her, my pulse skipped several beats. Damn if it didn’t feel almost as good as being inside her pussy. Maybe even better. So tight. So hot. I took a few seconds, allowing her to relax and get used to such a throbbing beast before pulling out and plunging into her again.
She wiggled, pushing her hips back as a filthy invitation.
“Be careful what you’re offering, brat.”
“Why?” she managed, more breathless than I’d seen.
“Because I’ll take it, but the way I want.”
Every time she laughed, she spurred me on. Right now, I could fuck her until she couldn’t stand up straight. Maybe I’d do that just for the hell out of it. With her, anything was possible, including losing all sense of control.
I gripped her hip with one hand, squeezing her skin while fucking her. There was something freeing about coming close to losing control with her. My dick was already aching, but the pleasure was more than I’d had in a long time, if ever.
She moved with me, enjoying the moment as I stretched her muscles. Damn if she wasn’t scalding my skin.
I fucked her long and hard, barely able to control myself.
There was no holding back, all sense of control lost and that was just fine by me. With a wild sense of losing myself, I released, erupting inside. My dick throbbed, pumping while I collapsed over her.
With our fingers intertwined, we both continued trying to breathe normally while my cock was drained.
Feeling her cuddled next to me caused the exact same response physically as I’d had the night before. I could do this more often.
It was interesting that when the moment settled, the fog fading from the mirror that I could easily see that something had changed. Maybe it was slight embarrassment. Maybe a hint of regret. Or maybe she was no longer feeling as if what we’d shared was anything she wanted.
I gripped a handful of hair, pulling back her head and kissing her forehead. Wishing I knew what either one of us needed. “I’ll leave you to get dressed. Shower if you want. I’ll even make some coffee.”
“You’re going to make me coffee?”
Being with her, laughing easily and enjoying a usually boring morning routine was something I could get used to. “Don’t let it go to your head.”