AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I know everyone says this, but I’ve really never done this before.”
He lays his hand over mine, sending tingles up my arm and zipping down my spine. His fingers are rough and calloused. Manly. Fingers I want all over my body. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Simple words, at least in execution, but they mean everything. He’s giving me the reins, letting me call the shots, and that makes me trust him. It might be stupid since I just met the man, but he puts me at ease. More importantly, he’s taking my mind off of things that I don’t want to deal with. At least not tonight. I can deal with betrayal and disappointment and the damage to my self-esteem next week, after a nice long—hopefully orgasm-filled—weekend. After I’ve gotten drunk at least once and cried my eyeballs out. Then. Then I’ll be ready to deal with my family. Going back to North Carolina to move out of Paul’s apartment. Returning all the wedding gifts. Figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life and who I want to be.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you whatever you need.”
The tingles are back, this time in my clit. My poor neglected clit that is in desperate need of his rough hands.
I nod, at a loss for words, and slip the key card through the slot. After the card reader beeps and the light turns green, I push open the door and lead us inside. The room is spacious with a king size bed in the middle, a large, jetted tub to the left, a long dresser with a mirror fastened to the wall behind it and a couple of oversized recliners. I toss my purse on the bed and turn back toward Ryan. His hands are in his front pockets, he’s rocking back and forth on his heels and he’s watching me. His brows raise and his lips twitch as he takes a few steps forward and stops a few inches away.
“Turn around, Princess.”
Before I can open my mouth to ask why, Ryan places a finger against my lips, effectively shushing me. Instead of protesting, I give him a quizzical look and turn around while my stomach flips and flops. His hands rest on my shoulders and his thumbs massage the back of my neck. I lean into his touch and my eyelids flutter closed.
“Let's do something about this hair,” Ryan whispers in my ear, his warm breath caressing my cheek.
A shiver runs through my body and my heart races, beating against my chest like a wild bird trapped in a cage. His fingers push through my hair, and he pulls the first pin, letting a curl tumble down my neck. Pin by pin, he pulls them out, tossing them in a pile on the bed. He unbraids the tight coils and rakes his fingers through the strands.
When the last pin hits the bed, he sweeps my hair to one side and places a gentle kiss on my neck, his lips gliding down the curve and across my shoulder.
“My mom would do my sisters for all the high school dances. She’d put it up in all sorts of twists and used about a gallon of hairspray to get it all to stay in place. It was my job to hand her the pins and if both her hands were tied up, I’d put them in. Of course, I’d give my sister hell while I was helping, and I might have stabbed her once or twice. She deserved it. And then at the end of the night I’d help her take them all out because she could never get them all.”
“How very charming of you.” I chuckle and for a second lose myself in the nostalgia of my childhood. “My mom wasn’t necessarily the maternal type. She worked a lot and after my parents divorced, my dad wasn’t around much. I was on my own a lot and then when my sisters got older, I was the one who was there for them, helping them with pretty much everything.”
“So you take care of everyone else. But then who takes care of you?”
“I guess no one really has.”
His fingers brush across my shoulder before they work their way down my back, unfastening the back of my dress. “That ends tonight, Princess.”
Where the heck did this man come from? Surely, no place on Earth or at least nowhere I’ve ever been. But the larger question is, do they make more? Not that I want another man right now, I’m asking for future June. A June who’s figured out her life and is happy with herself and what she’s going. A June who’s ready to trust again.
As my dress loosens in the back, I cross my arms and hold it to my front. The tips of his fingers brush down my spine and stop at my lower back. My heart lodges in my throat and my legs tremble. He doesn’t rip it off my body; he doesn’t make any sounds of exasperation. He simply waits. Even though he has the power to do anything he wants.
Just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, when I think my heart may thump out of my chest, I loosen my grip and let the dress slide down my body.
“Fuck.”
Six
Ryan
White is my new favorite color.
It’s the color of purity, of innocence, of virginity. It’s also the color of June’s strapless bra, her barely-there panties, her garter belt and sheer thigh-highs. Even the little bows on the straps extending from her stockings to the garter. She’s dripping with virtue and my cock hardens at the thought of corrupting her and having her dripping with something else.
Her ample hips round into a perfect ass and her legs, while short, are nice and shapely. I can’t wait to wear her thighs as earmuffs while I dive into the juncture between her thighs and eat her like my last meal.
After scooping up the dress and throwing it on a nearby chair, I turn her around, desperate for her touch. Her gaze lands on my lips as she wets hers. My body simmers with lust, and I can’t help running my hands over her hips and pulling her against me. With her heels, she comes up to the bottom of my chin and she rests her arms on my shoulders. I dig my hands into the curve of her waist and lower my mouth to hers. First a gentle press that fuels my lust like throwing gasoline on an open flame and then I press harder, running my tongue along the seam of her mouth until she opens up beneath me.
I shudder as I sweep into the warmth of her mouth. She sighs, her tongue meeting mine, gliding together as we explore each other. She tastes like raspberry with a slight hint of lime. It’s never been my favorite drink, but it is now. She pulls back, sucking my bottom lip in her mouth and biting down on the soft flesh. I groan, my balls tightening, needing to feel this woman’s skin against mine like I’ve never needed anything before.
I pull back and push June back to the bed. She falls on her back and props herself on her elbows. Her hair is wild around her face and trails down her back in wide curls. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to look at her. I can’t wait to grip those curls in my fist, pull her head back, and peer into her eyes as I pump into her from behind.
Her gaze eats me up as I toe off my shoes and reach behind me, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. I grab a few condoms from my wallet, setting them on the nightstand before discarding my pants.
“Oh. My. Goodness.” She bites her lower lip, her gaze trailing over my body. “Whatever you’re doing to make your body look like that… good job. Just...good job.”
