She hoovers.
Holy hell.
My toes curl in my shoes as she sucks even more intensely, the head of my dick hitting her throat.
My brain jumps into sexual overdrive.
I rock my hips, losing myself in the caress of her tight, hot lips. My climax pulls me under. I shudder, ecstasy wracking my body as I come hard in her mouth.
The world around me blurs. “Yes, fucking yes!” I grunt.
I nearly blackout from the crush of pleasure. I sink against the wall, savoring the aftershocks.
A few seconds later, she’s standing, smiling, looking more than satisfied. I open my eyes, reach for her, and bring her close.
“So, was that good?” she asks, a little nervous, hopeful too.
Is she for real? Does she not know? “Katie, that was Christmas cookies and a Vegas jackpot and a fourth-down, game-winning touchdown all on the same night. I want to get naked and explore your gorgeous body with my tongue and fingers and cock so badly, I would do just about anything to delay your sister’s flight.” I make a flourishing gesture, flicking an invisible magic wand. “Abracadabra.”
She sighs with a smile, which is the best way to sigh.
Wait. Second best. Sexy sighs while kissing are the first.
Her baby blues sparkle. “Can you? Delay her flight an hour?” Then she holds up her hand, changing her mind. “Wait. Nope. Don’t. I don’t want to rush sex with you. I want to bask in it. I feel like I could be very greedy in bed with you, Harlan.”
I rub my thumb along her lower lip. “You should be greedy in bed. I want you to be.” I glance at the clock on the wall. “That took seven minutes, start to finish. How about we see how good my skills are?”
Her lips part, and her eyebrows rise dubiously. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I kind of take a while.”
I can’t resist.
In a flash, we’ve swapped places and I press her back against the wall. “Challenge accepted.”
The countdown is on.
6
Katie
For the record, I didn’t come to the wedding to, well, come.
But I won’t turn down a chance at an O from a hottie.
Especially since I have a theory. The better the kisser, the better the kisser. The man’s lips already drove my mouth wild. I can only imagine what he could do between my thighs.
Trouble is, I need to be lying down, naked on a bed, thrashing around. I know myself. I like my oral sex, and I like to enjoy every second of it. It’s not bad standing, but it’s much better when I can get all the way into it while horizontal.
So when Harlan kneels, I grab his hand and tug the big guy back up. “Let’s save that,” I tell him.
He taps his temple. “Tuesday night. Ten p.m. Go down on Katie for a full hour of pussy worship. There. It’s on my calendar.” He presses against me, hikes up my skirt, and cups the lacy panel of my panties, making me shiver. “And this is on my agenda right now.”
A tingle pulses between my legs as he pulls my panties to the side. The tingle morphs into a tremor of pleasure as he strokes my wetness.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re so ready to come,” he rasps.
He’s not wrong.
In seconds, I’m moaning under his touch, gasping as his fingers glide across my pussy.
I do my best to be quiet, to keep my sounds and murmurs all to myself.
But Harlan is just what I need.
He’s the antidote to my busy days and nights.
He’s the opposite of my dating life.
Interesting, confident, entertaining—he’s a bright, shining star in a dimly lit night sky.
Hot sex with a handsome stranger who’s hardly a stranger?
Yes, please.
The man’s hands are masterful. Long, strong fingers stroke me, teasing at my clit, rubbing in tantalizing circles.
Ohhhhh.
So good.
Yesssss.
I don’t have to help things along with a finger on the pink button. This man knows his way around my body. Everything he’s doing is just right—so right that I’m vibrating with pleasure.
I grab hold of his arms, clasping his big biceps. “I’m so close,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his fingers fly.
A shudder speeds through my body on a breakaway sprint. My orgasm has a mind of its own, building strength, intensity, then . . . exploding in one delicious, mind-bending frenzy of bliss.
I cry out, but before more words escape, his lips are on mine. He swallows my cries, keeping me quiet as he kisses me through the wild spread of pleasure.
As my orgasm ebbs, I open my eyes, woozy and sex drunk, then meet his gaze.
He’s smiling, looking satisfied and happy.
Harlan drops another kiss to my lips, all soft and sweet. “Thank you for giving me the best fifteen minutes I’ve had in ages.”
I grab my lip gloss and reapply it. “Those fifteen minutes were pretty darn good for me too.”
Harlan walks me to the hotel lobby, standing outside with me while I wait for my Lyft.
We’re quiet until he reaches for my hand. “I can’t wait to see you again. I want you to know how much I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”
The feeling is so very mutual. Sure, Harlan’s a playboy, if I believe the media and gossip blogs. And yes, I’ve seen pics of him with beautiful women. But I’m not bothered. Why wouldn’t he enjoy the perks of his fame? A gorgeous, talented pro athlete beloved by the city? He’s not hurting for offers from the fairer sex.
Good for him.
And now, good for me. I can handle whatever this is, whether it’s a date or a prelude to sex.
“Me too,” I say.
Though, a tiny part of me is curious if he’d be interested in more. Maybe another date, maybe seeing what comes of it?
A pang in my heart is hungry for a little something more.
I wince.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Legitimate concern imbues his tone.
It’s so real, so tender, and I like it so much. Perhaps he also feels all this yummy possibility.
“Nothing,” I say with a smile. “Just had a good time tonight.”
“Me too,” he says, grinning back, then he brings me close again, tucks my hair around my ear. “I mean that. And I truly do want to see you again. We’re going to have a great time.”
“We are absolutely going to.”
A red Nissan pulls up. As I check the plates, Harlan says, “Give me your number.”
Quickly, we exchange digits, and then he kisses me goodnight, and puts me in the car. The driver pulls away. Already, I miss Harlan.
I don’t have room in my life for more, and yet I just might want it.
As the driver pulls onto 19th Avenue, making his way to the airport, my phone beeps.
I expect it to be my sister. But it’s Harlan.
Harlan: Call me crazy, but that was the best unexpected first date I’ve had in ages.
It’s like he can read my mind.
Katie: Me too.
* * *
Harlan: Also, I have your lip gloss. You left it behind. And it’s in a glass tube. Fitting, Cinderella.
I grin like an idiot.