I could be making a mistake but it’s my mistake to make. I hurry to my room and take a look at my crappy air mattress but decide fuck it. Shawn won’t care. I stare at the ceiling debating on turning the light off and decide to leave the hallway light on. I lay on the bed and open my robe slightly, just enough to expose the top of my thigh and reveal part of my belly and the valley between my breasts. I feel stupid. Like such a girl.
The minutes tick by and finally I hear the front door open. My pulse hammers in my ears and my throat with anticipation. I can’t believe I’m really doing this. I dreamt of him often as a teenager but there is a huge difference in daydreaming and reality. I’ve longed for his touch. His heavy steps sound as he walks down the hall stopping short of my bedroom door. “I’m in here,” I call out to him and hear him suck in a breath.
“If I come in that room, we both know what will happen,” he warns and a thrill of excitement shoots through me.
I swallow and say with a squeak, “I know.”
“I’m only going to ask you once, Lissa. Do you want me to come in?”
I turn my head to the side, seeing his eyes on me as he stands right outside the door leaning against the wall. Intimidating and sexy. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. Tattooed and muscled. His blond hair is pulled back from his face. Warmth floods me and I know that this will change things between us.
He kicks the bottom of the door with his boot. “If I cross this threshold, Lissa, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
My teeth graze over my bottom lip. “What are you waiting for?” I sass him, and he crosses the room in two long strides. His boots are the first to come off followed by his cut, shirt, and jeans. I stare at him. Every sexy delectable inch feeling nothing but an eager acceptance. Shawn wants to be with me and I want to be with him too. Whether it’s wrong or not…whether it’s too soon…I don’t know. I don’t have the answers. I simply have a longing inside me that won’t be satisfied until I know what it’s like to be with him.
No words pass between us. He’s a man fueled by years of pent up desire. Shawn goes down on his knees on the floor next to the air mattress. His manhood is jutting out in all its hardened glory. Hesitantly but sure, I touch my hand to his chest. His movements are slow and methodical. Grabbing the sash of my robe that is tied around my waist he undoes the loose knot and pulls the silky fabric from the belt loops. His hungry eyes bore into mine as he opens the robe, the fabric falling to each side, leaving me fully exposed to him. One hand lands on my chest, sliding down the space between my breasts, continuing down to my navel until he reaches my sex. He cups my pussy. “This belongs to me now. No one else. You get me?” Shawn pinches my clit and all I can do is nod my agreement. Though right now, I’d agree to just about anything.
I know we are crossing a line that we can’t come back from but right now I am living in this moment. Taking my hand that rests on his chest, he brings my knuckles to his lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
“As long as I have,” I tease him in a breathy whisper.
“Longer than that I’m sure.” He moves to the mattress with me. “I’ve wanted you as long as I can remember. Much sooner in life than it was appropriate to be having thoughts of you, but you have always made me crazy. Always made me crave you.” Shawn’s body blankets mine. Soft touches and gentle kisses. I know without a doubt that this should have been my first time.
The man takes his time getting to know my body with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Kissing, nibbling, and tasting every inch of my skin. Desire pools between my legs. Shawn’s mouth moves to kiss me there. His tongue licks in long languid strokes against my sensitive skin. I thread my fingers through his hair holding him close to the heart of my desire. He looks up at me through hooded lids. “You’ve always been my favorite girl. The only woman I’ve ever truly wanted.”
Stroking his jaw, I smile at him. “Show me.”
“I’m going to take you slow. Then once you think you can’t handle anymore, I’m going to fuck you hard,” he vows.
A gasp rips from my throat as he thrusts a finger inside me then a second. Capping his mouth over my clit he continues pleasuring me. Every stroke of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers is torturous, but the sensation is unlike any I have felt before. I feel worshipped. Completely treasured. Being with Justin felt good because it felt nice to be wanted but this with Shawn makes that experience pale in comparison. Like the difference between lust and love. I thought I knew what making love felt like, but I was wrong. I feel like I have been wrong about everything up till now and Shawn is the only thing right in my existence.
When Shawn went away all I wanted was someone to love me and make me feel the way he does and now he’s back. I’m so terrified to let myself fall with him. I thought Justin was what I wanted but tonight is showing me that I wanted a relationship with Justin to work out because Shawn and the thought of losing him again terrifies me. My legs writhe on the air mattress as he continues his erotic assault on all my senses.
Moving up to rest on his elbows he brings his mouth down on mine, and I taste my essence on his lips. Our bodies come together like a perfect fit and the moment is everything I had hoped for and more. I’ve thought of this moment a million times and nothing I had conjured up of what it would be like compares to the reality. Smooth and yet greedily he starts to move, like he is touching a woman for the first time. Only I know better and yet I don’t care. Whatever he has done up till this point doesn’t matter. We both have pasts. My body hums with illicit desire. I’m on fire for him and his every touch. Just as he promised he takes me soft and slow in the pale moonlight that filters through the blinds covering my bedroom window.
I’m barely keeping control, praying for the release he keeps teasing me with as my body quakes in need. Pulling out to the tip he slides in and out achingly slow. I moan out his name, “Shawn…please.”
A lazy smile stretches across his facial features and he swivels his hips in a circular motion then pulls out leaving me unsatisfied and weak in the knees. Rolling to his back he pulls me onto him.
“Take what you want, Lissa.”
Leaning forward, I give him a kiss then guide him inside me. Gripping his shoulders, I grind down on his erection moving my hips side to side, squeezing him tight. He fondles my breasts, tweaking my nipples then sucking one into his mouth. I can’t hold back any longer and my orgasm rocks through me, and bliss claims me.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven and hell in one.” He caresses my back as I lay on his chest, his cock still pulsing inside me. I steady
my breathing, coming down from my orgasmic high. Claiming my mouth, he kisses me hard and deep, moving inside me, slowly but with precision hitting me in all the right spots. A tremble starts at the base of my spine and races up to my skull then back down to my toes. The wave of another orgasm building courses through my veins and pure pleasure slams into me with punishing force. My body quivers and shakes but he is far from through with me. He moves me off him and slides out of bed.
Shawn pulls me to my feet. With the silky strip of fabric from my robe between his teeth he grabs my wrists, binding them together. Bending at the knees, he drops down and places my bound arms around his neck, lifting me up as he stands. My legs hook around his waist and he pushes my back up against the wall filling me in one brutal thrust. The man is relentless delivering punishing thrust after thrust until my eyes are rolling back in my head. His fingers dig into my hip bones as he grunts like a rutting animal in my ear over and over again until I feel his warmth fill me, spreading down my thighs like wildfire. He stills inside me, sweat slicked between our bodies forcing us to stick together. Breathing hard he tells me, “I love you, Lissa,” and I believe him.
Chapter 8
—Cocky
Waking up with Melissa in my arms, there is no better feeling. Even if we are sleeping on a crappy ass air mattress. There is nowhere else I would rather be. Her head rests on my chest and I slide my fingers through her curls in a combing motion, getting stuck here and there in the tangles. She’s snoring and drooling on me, but I don’t care. I have my girl in my arms and nothing else matters.
All I have ever wanted is right here. Last night was years in the making. Over a decade. I stretch my leg out, getting a damn cramp in my Goddamn toe. First thing I am getting my woman is a proper bed to sleep in well maybe after I shower and get some breakfast. I ease her off me as pain shoots up my leg. I’m dehydrated from all the fucking. I took Melissa four times. Making sure she was properly fucked. Want her thinking of me every time her pussy aches.
Melissa stays to her side and doesn’t even miss a beat snoring. I roll to the floor and when I go to get up my leg about gives out from under me. By the time I take a shower and cook breakfast Melissa emerges from bed, walking clumsily to the bathroom. She’s running late so I offer to pick up Jimmy for her since I need to run by the clubhouse to grab some clean clothes. I take her car because it has little man’s booster seat in the back. When I get to my room upstairs at the clubhouse the first thing I notice is someone has been in my room. There’s a pair of fucking panties wrapped around a beer bottle laying on my bed and a note that says: