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  “Impressive, right?” One of his big hands lands onto the suddenly super sensitive skin of my thigh and I jump. His touch sends a heated jolt of awareness through me.

  I lift my eyes to his and nearly melt in my seat. Whatever doubt or worry had clouded his expression and mood in the restaurant is gone. In its place is a very blatant sexual desire. His eyes are hooded. As they roam over me, they linger on the spot of my neck where my pulse is thrumming and my heart starts to beat even faster. They sweep over the expanse of skin my light pink camisole leaves bare and leave a trail of tingling, prickles of heat all over. His gaze is heavy and I feel it as surely as if his hands were on me instead.

  Oh, my God. I want to have sex with him. I don’t want to give him, or myself blue balls.

  Fuck.

  I clench my thighs, my body instinctively seeking relief from the throb that has started between my legs. The string of need that had been drawn taut between us all night has been plucked.

  Now, it’s vibrating.

  By the time our gazes meet, I am helpless to hide the need that I know my eyes are conveying. His hand slides up my thigh and the tips of his fingers disappear under my skirt.

  “Co—” my passenger door opens suddenly. I turn my head to find the uniformed man holding the door open and beaming at Chuck before turning back to him, “Good evening Mr. Moore.”

  He slips his hand down my thigh and holds my gaze for a few heated seconds before he looks at the man and smiles placidly, as if his eyes hadn’t just leveled me to nothing.

  “Evening, D, how’s it going?” he asks jovially as he unbuckles his seat belt and climbs out without bothering to cut the engine.

  “Can’t complain, the missus is happy, so I’m enjoying the quiet.” The man’s round cheeks are covered in a very nicely trimmed grey beard. When he laughs at his joke, he looks like a better-groomed version of Santa Claus. He offers me a hand as I climb down. “Happy wife, happy life, eh?” he says with a wink before he shuts the door behind me.

  Chuck immediately puts his hand on the small of my back. It’s a light touch, but with only the thin silk of my top between us, I can feel the heat of his hand on my skin. God, I wish I was naked.

  When we step into the lobby, I can’t help but let my eyes take in the opulently decorated space. It’s dotted with plush armchairs and sofas in rich jewel tones that lend it a decadence usually reserved for luxury hotels.

  “Should I park her for the night or you going back out, sir?” D asks as he walks in behind us and ushers us down a wide corridor, to a bank of elevators. He presses the call button and one of the doors pops open immediately.

  “Yeah, go ahead, I won’t need her again until morning,” he says and cups my elbow and pulls me ono the elevator without missing a beat.

  By the time his words register, the elevator door is starting to close. “Night, D,” he says with a tip of his invisible hat.

  “What do you mean? I have to get my car back tonight,” I demand.

  He turns to face me fully and the full weight of that gaze is back on me. I inhale sharply, take a step back and find my back pressed to the cool glass wall of the elevator. He takes one long step and puts us toe to toe. I feel…trapped and I like it.

  “What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, hopefully.

  His slow, sensual smile is predatory as he places a hand on either side of my head. My heart racing, my nipples pulsing as if they’re being tweaked. His expression is that of an unrepentant sinner. He leans down slowly, his head falling slowly, his dark hair brushing my cheek as he puts his mouth to my ear.

  “You’re staying here tonight, Maria.”

  My stomach plummets to my toes. I pull back and don’t even register the thud of my head hitting the glass. My wild panicked gaze meets his triumphant, cocky one and I can feel the blood draining from my face as the truth registers.

  “You knew?” I whisper in utter dismay.

  “Of course,” he says quietly, his expression completely unreadable.

  “For how long?” I ask, dreading the answer.

  “From the moment I saw your profile picture,” he says and I want to disappear. I can’t believe this. “So, all this time, you knew who I was. Knew my name wasn’t Anna and you didn’t say a word?” I ask in disbelief.

  “I wanted to see what your end game was. Well, at least that’s what I wanted in the beginning,” he says. His smile is a full-on gloat as he leaves the rest of his thought dangling like a cube of cheese in front of a mouse. My pride should stop me from doing what he wants, but it’s too late for pride. He’s been playing me all along. I thought I was the one in charge of this little game. But he’s been two steps ahead of me all along. He won this game before I even messaged him.

  I concede defeat and ask, “And now? What do you want now?”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he puts each of his massive hands on either side of my head and lowers his face to mine. The tips of our noses are touching and our lips are only a hairsbreadth away from being locked together.

  His eyes are too close for me to focus on them, but I don’t need to see when I can feel everything. His intent pours out of every single cell in his body. I know before he says in a low, deep voice, “You.”

  He drops one hand to snake it around my waist and yank me flush against him and holds me there. His lips brush mine softly. Yet, it’s a profound touch, and I feel it in every fiber of my being. “I plan on taking you up to my place and I plan on fucking you all night,” he bites my lip but doesn’t try to soothe it. Instead, he tugs it into his mouth and sucks it so hard it stings. I love it and I groan.

  He lets go and his hazel eyes glitter with possessive need as he searches my face. Whatever he sees there makes him nod with satisfaction.

  “Yes… you like that,” he says with a slow smile.

  “I do. Yes,” I nod eagerly and wish he’d do it again.

  “You want more?” he asks and then dots a fleeting peck on my lips. I lick them to try and get a taste of him.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Good, then let’s talk. Because when I fuck you tonight, I don’t want anything between us.”

  The elevator’s doors pop open as if on cue and he cups my elbow and leads me, like a lamb to the slaughter, down the hall to his apartment.

  Four

  CHUCK

  “So, you were going to get my cock hard and then leave?” I ask with a begrudgingly impressed smile. “That’s pretty unrealistic, Maria,” I say. Just to fuck with her because when she’s annoyed, she’s fucking cute.

  She scoffs, “Why, you think I wouldn’t have been able to get your cock hard?” she says derisively.

  I put my drink down and walk over to stand in front of her. I put a hand over the denim covering the hard erection in my jeans and adjust myself. Her greedy fucking eyes laser in on my hand and follow it’s up and down motion. She licks her lips.

  “No, princess. You already did that. It’s unrealistic to think you’d be able to leave once you’d had my cock in your hand.” I take advantage of her slightly parted lips and slip my thumb into her hot, wet mouth. She sucks on it and I groan low in my throat. With more reluctance than I’ve ever experienced, I pull my thumb out and step back.

  “You were right to be so pissed off. I was a stupid twelve-year-old boy trying to look cool in front of some equally stupid boys. If I could take it back, I would. I never thought you were ugly,” I tell her.

  She rolls her eyes and tucks her hair behind her ears. “Yes, you did. Because I was. You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me now. Because I look like this.” She sweeps her hand over her frame in a careless gesture.

  I’m lost for words. Not that it matters, I don’t think she’d believe anything I said now, anyway. I go back to that day, the way she’d looked at me in that stairwell. I’d felt like the worst person in the world. And yet, I knew what I’d done wasn’t forgivable. How could it be? I thought no way I’d forgive her if it had been me. So
, I’d let her walk away. What a mistake that had been. I’m not saying that at twelve I knew I’d grow up and fall in love with the woman she’d become.

  Too late, I realized what I should have realized then. That she was a better person than me. Not only would she never have talked about me like that, she would have forgiven me if I’d had the courage to go after her. I sit down next to her, take her hands in mine and turn her to face me.

  I stare at her, into those smoky cognac-colored eyes that are currently full of confusion and smoldering with lust. I’m going to take care of both of those. I can’t wait to be done with confusion so I can get to lust.

  “You want to know how I knew?” I ask and cock my head to the side to watch her. “That it was you on that website?”

  She nods, and I can see her throat working to push down whatever she’s feeling and trying to mute.

  “Your eyes,” I tell her. Those same eyes widen.

  “My…eyes?” she asks with surprise.

  “Yes, they haven’t changed. They were kind, open, interesting then. And they still are. I would know you anywhere. And when I sold my company and moved back from Dubai, I moved to Houston because I knew you were here. You think you found me? I found you. I own that dating website,” I let the bomb drop and watch her jaw fall along with it.

  “Yup,” I say and nod. “It took my dad dying for me to get the nerve to come back and face you, Maria. What I did was fucking terrible. It would have been terrible no matter who I’d done it to. But the fact that it was to you, made me feel like a monster.”

  A tear rolls down her cheek and I use my thumb to wipe it away before she even notices.

  “I’m sorry, Maria. I hope you can forgive me I really do. Because, in the last two weeks, I’ve gone from wanting your forgiveness, to wanting your screams when you come on my tongue,” I say.

  “You’re still that smart, stubborn girl who was cockier than I was even in her headgear.” She blushes and giggles.

  “And now you’re also old enough that I can touch you and I’m old enough to know how to touch you. And the frosting on the whole cake is that you’re hot as fuck.”

  She worries her plump lower lip with her teeth and looks up at me through her lashes. A slow smile spreads across her face and she says, “Yeah, I know.”

  Fuck, that shit is so hot. I stand up and face her.

  “Spread your legs,” I command. She grins, it’s an excited and very naughty grin, and then spreads her thighs.

  “Good, now put your fingers between your legs and tell me if you’re wet.”

  “Oh, I’m wet,” she says as she slides her hand up under her skirt anyway.

  “Oops,” she says and widens her eyes in mock innocence. “I forgot to put on my panties,” she croons and then sighs in pleasure as her hand starts to move under her skirt.

  My mouth waters.

  “Does that feel good, princess?” I start to unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out. I stroke it from root to tip and my thumb slides through the bead of moisture that’s already there.

  “Fuck, can I get in you?” I groan and take another step toward her.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she says and in a flurry of movements my lust-addled brain can’t keep up with, she stands up, grabs me by the biceps, spins me so that my back is to the couch and pushes me down. I land with an oomph. She unzips her white pencil skirt and it slides down her hips to land in a puddle at her feet. Her bare pussy is at my eye level and I lean forward to try and lick it.

  “Ah, ah,” she tsks and dances out of my reach. “Later, for now, I want that cock inside me so badly.” She spreads her legs so that she’s standing with one on either side of my legs. The stance means I can see the slick flesh of her pussy and I groan.

  “If you want to fuck me, you better do it right now. Cause in about thirty seconds, I’m going to stop restraining myself and pull that juicy pussy of yours to my face and eat it.”

  “Oh, no, not yet. After we fuck. You got a condom in that wallet, right?”

  I nod and reach into my pocket to fish it out. I toss my wallet onto the floor and have the condom open and on in less than twenty seconds.

  She grabs the base of my cock and starts to lower herself to me. I fist my hand in the thick fall of hair at the back of her head and give it a yank.

  She hisses and grunts softly. “Yes!” She huffs out.

  I hold her gaze and slip my free hand between her thighs. “Jesus. You’re soaking,” I say and then put my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Then I kiss her. She whimpers when I tighten my grip in her hair and I slip my tongue into the warm welcoming recess of her mouth.

  We kiss hungrily, our tongues sliding against each other like they were trying to become one.

  She continues to lower herself onto me. The first soft, warm touch of her pussy on the head of my cock pulls a moan out of my throat that spills into her mouth and mingles with her own sounds of pleasure as she sinks all the way down, taking all of me. I let go of her hair and clutch her ass and start to move her up and down on my cock until she takes over. She rides me with her eyes closed in concentration. She is as determined and fierce in the pursuit of her orgasm as she was in her pursuit of me.

  Fuck man, I could get used to this. My own orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t see it coming and it barrels through me like a freight train.

  “Oh my god, Chuck,” she moans my name and hastens her rhythm, just I start to lose mine. She collapses in a trembling pile on me, her thighs quivering as her orgasm rocks through at the same time as mine rockets out of me.

  We stay like that, trying to catch our breath. I don’t know how long we’re there. It could have been two hours or ten minutes. I’m so caught up in the woman that is in my arms, that everything else fades away.

  “I have an idea,” her voice, husky with fatigue and satisfaction, breaks our prolonged silence.

  “What’s that?” I ask. I trail my fingers lightly down the silky expanse of her back and slip it under her top to touch her skin. She lays her head on my shoulder and her exhaled breath tickles the fine hairs on the back of my neck.

  There’s something so sensual about having her lying on me, breathing me.

  I want her again. I rock my semi-hard cock up into her. Her pussy tightens around me and I feel all the blood rushing into my cock and in seconds, I’m as hard as I was when the night began.

  “Since no one else in the world can handle our bad ass cockiness and given the fact that I just had a mind-blowing orgasm with zero foreplay, I think we should maybe give dating for real, a try.”

  I laugh, press a kiss to her neck and cup her ass and thrust upwards. I’m about to tell her that she’s damn right we are. But, I decide to let her have the last word.

  THE END.

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  Double Cocked

  Jana Aston

  This is super short, super dirty, and the heroine is a real bitch. You’ve been warned.

  Copyright © 2018 by Jana Aston

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  WARNING

  This is super short, super dirty, and the heroine is a real bitch. You’ve been warned.

  One

  Sam nips my nipple with his teeth as I pull his head closer and buck my hips against his thigh, trying to get pressure on my clit.

  "Jenny, we need to talk," he says, then wraps his mouth around my breast.

  God help me. His mouth is so warm, wet, and perfect.

  "Okay, babe," I say, guiding his head to my other breast. We do need to talk, I just hope it’s about the same thing. I want to talk about my tag-teaming fantasy and find out where he stands on the idea. Fuck, I'm getting wetter just thinking about two men at once. I grab Sam's head and push him toward my pussy. He takes the hint like a champ and slides his arms under my thighs while kissing his way down my torso.

  "So, we're talking?" he prods, dropping my ankles over his shoulders.

  "Yeah, baby. What do you want to talk about?" I wrap my fingers in his dark hair and press myself closer. I don't mind if he talks while he's eating.

  His tongue slips into my belly button, and I sigh in contentment.

  "I want us to be exclusive."

  What?

  I pop up on my elbows and look at him between my thighs. "You know I'm seeing Greg too," I remind him. Tonight, actually. I need to finish this up with Sam in the next hour if I'm going to shower between them.

  "I know." He skips over my pussy to rim my asshole with his tongue. "But I'm ready to take our relationship to the next level."

  Fuck.

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