“Not a chance, sweetheart. I just told you that I spent my time here reflecting. I did that alone just in case I wasn’t clear enough the first time. I only met Target girl once. She stopped by that day because her car wouldn’t start a few blocks away, and she knew there was a chance she’d find me at the restaurant. What she really meant was that she was coming to see why I never called the number she slipped to me that day.” He winks, and I feel myself blushing. “She is not my type at all.”
“What is your type?” I challenge. Ready to hear some unrealistic crap that men find sexy. Equally afraid to hear his answer.
“You,” he says simply. “You’re my type, Goddess. I didn’t get this room for some fuckfest.”
“Why am I your type?” I ask, barely above a whisper. I’m still trying to process that this is actually happening.
“Because I let you in before I had even realized it. I never stood a chance. You swooped into town wearing those sexy as hell cutoffs and changed what it was I thought I wanted. I won’t lie. I wanted to and still do want to fuck you senseless, but I want more. I can’t promise to be a perfect man for you. Hell, I don’t even know if I deserve you. But what I do know is that for the first time in a long time, I want to try. I don’t want you to leave Marietta. I don’t want you to leave me.”
He sets the cake down on the coffee table along with a lighter that I guess the bellboy brought us as well. He grabs our drinks from the wet bar, and I’m still sitting here speechless.
“Please say something, Goddess. I kind of just poured my heart out just now,” he jokes, but the underlying seriousness is at the surface.
“It’s not really my birthday,” I say, and he grins. He gets my humor. But now I know I have to share what I’ve been so scared to say out loud. The truth is, he had my heart from the moment our souls met. Mine recognized his, and neither of us stood a chance. It’s only been a little over a month, so this seems so unlikely even to me, but our connection is undeniable. I stand and take the drinks from his hands. I rise on my tiptoes and bring his face to mine. I nudge his lips softly, and he immediately deepens the kiss. I don’t want to let him go, but he finally pulls away.
“I know that today is not the actual day, but we never got the chance to celebrate. I refused to do this before now because I didn’t want your special day to be forever tainted by what you were going through.” He lights the candles and smiles. “Make no mistake. I’m going to give you the best birthday sex ever, but first, make a wish. Your make-up birthday can’t end with you not having a piece of cake.”
I smile before closing my eyes and making a wish. I only want one thing. He sits us down and slices us a piece of cake.
“Cake, scotch, and my favorite person,” he says. To hell with the butterflies, I have the whole species slamming against my chest.
One taste of the Italian Cream cake, and I know it’s from Rosalita. Damn, it’s so good. But wait.
“Does your mother know about us? About you hiding me and the attack?”
“Yes. I told her everything. She admitted that she suspected I was purposely leaving her in the dark about something, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. When I finally came to my senses, she was the one to encourage me to get my head out of my ass and tell you how I felt.”
“So she’s trying to push us together.” I chuckle.
“No pushing needed. I was going to lay all my cards on the table tonight anyway. I didn’t want your make-up birthday to end with things not moving forward, but the decision is still yours.” He feeds me a couple of pieces of cake, but I want more—I want him. This man just admitted that the feelings I’ve been carrying are mutual. I want to devour him.
I set the cake down, and that’s the only invitation he needs. I stand to pull off my jeans before pulling my tank over my head. I quickly unsnap my bra, ready to get my hands on him, but he stills my hand.
“Tonight is not a sprint. I’m going to fuck you savagely and then make love to you passionately slow. Tonight, your body will be my temple. I’ll explore every inch and give you more orgasms than you can fathom. Tell me you’re mine, Goddess. Tell me that sweet pussy belongs to me.”
“I’m yours.”
“Well, in that case, I shall take what’s mine,” he growls. He stands this time and pulls his shirt over his head. I watch his abs flex, several veins disappearing into his jeans, his V on display. I want to lick every single one. “See something you like, Goddess?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
“Hmm, show me,” he challenges. “Show me what you like—what you want.”
It’s a challenge I’m more than willing to accept. My trembling fingers fidget with the button of his jeans. His dick is at eye level and pushing against the denim. I remember just how endowed he is, and I can hardly contain my excitement. This beautiful man wants me, and I get to have my way with him.
I finally get his jeans undone, and his already engorged cock springs free. I waste no time pulling them to his ankles. So pink. So gorgeous. Mine. I grab him at the base before wrapping my lips around his thick cock. A hiss escapes his lips.
“Fuck, Goddess. I wasn’t expecting that.” He groans. His obvious pleasure spurs me on. I hollow my cheeks and take him deep, sucking him while I stroke him with my other hand. He throws his head back and lets out the sexiest guttural sound I’ve ever heard. “Yes, just like that,” he encourages.
He thrusts his hips as he begins to fuck my mouth. He grabs my head, and I can feel the fight within him not to go too fast. I increase my rhythm to give him what I know he wants. I take him deeper, but I’m still so far from his base. I use both hands now to jack him off while I give more suction.
“Goddesssss …” His legs tense, but I ignore his warning. I want what’s coming. He shoots his jizz, and hungrily, I swallow it all. I even lick my lips to catch the last bit I feel lingering on my bottom lip. “Fuck, woman,” he swears.
“You’re welcome,” I say proudly. He deserved that and more. I see the heat in his eyes as he kicks his jeans the rest of the way off. An unspoken promise passes between us, and I know he is about to make good on that fuck he promised me.
* * *
Huxley
Goddess nearly broughtme to my knees with how fucking amazing her mouth is, but I’m about to open her flood gates. There will be no sleeping tonight. I won’t let her escape my unquenchable thirst this time. She said her pussy was mine, and I’m about to prove to her with an unequivocal doubt that it is.
Her gaze never leaves mine as I slide her ass to the edge of the sofa, but a small whimper escapes her when I drop to my knees. I use one hand to gently ease her back. The thin black lace hiding her pussy from me never stood a chance. I snap it from her body with one pull. I have her petite legs wrapped around my head in one move. My tongue wastes no time diving into her hot, wet pussy. She begins to squirm just as I knew she would.
“Ahhhhh,” she cries out unintelligibly. I swoop her up so that I’m now carrying her. Only I’m still latched onto her sweetness. She has nowhere to run. I suck, lick, and nibble—driving her wild with my wicked tongue.
“Holy fuck me,” she swears. Her legs tighten around my neck before the uncontrollable tremble begins. This one is going to be monstrous. My dick swells with pride. I tongue-fuck her with fervor, persistence driving me. I want that fucking orgasm she owes me. I don’t have to wait long. She squirts her satisfaction into my mouth with a squeal to rival all squeals, and I suck it all. My little hitchhiker is a screamer. I can’t help but smile with this little nugget of knowledge. It makes me want to give her more to scream about. My dick is at full mast now and ready for round two.
I walk us to the bedroom with her still wrapped around my neck. “I don’t know how many more orgasms are in me,” she teases. “It may take me a while.”
“Give me two minutes, angel.” She looks intrigued as I lay her down. She begins to speak, but I shush her with one finger. “Tonight, you will come until you beg me to stop. Your orgasms belong to me, and I plan to collect. Every. Single. Fucking. One.” Her skin flushes with my promise. Yeah. I’m already halfway there before even putting my dick in her, and she doesn’t even know it.
I rub her swollen pussy, and she jumps slightly from the sensitivity that remains. Perfect. I spread her legs open, but first, I make her watch me stroke my dick. She bites her lip in anticipation. Can’t have another orgasm, my ass. Watch me.
“Two minutes, babe,” I say, reminding her of my promise.
I slide between her folds and into her wet heat, causing her back to arch off the bed. I use this time to snap her bra off. Screw it. I’ll buy her another one. I want to watch her perfect tits bounce while I fuck her. I drive deep and slow as I palm one breast and suck on the other.
“Oh, Huxley,” she says, already pushing my ass to go deeper. Yeah, I don’t even need the second minute. I have a point to prove. I pick up my pace as my hips piston—driving deeper with every thrust. I raise one of her legs and angle it just so to hit the spot I’m aiming for. I can feel the moment her wetness coats my cock. She stiffens to ride out the aftershock, but I keep fucking. Another orgasm is ripped from her as the second one stampedes over the first one.
“Ahhhhhhhh,” she cries before biting down on my shoulder.
Fuck me. A screamer and a biter. I can’t wait to reveal what else my lover is holding back.
“That was one minute, by the way,” I tease in triumph.
“You timed it?” she asked, unconvinced. She is still panting, and it’s sexy as hell. I point at the alarm clock next to the bed above her head.
“That one was just to prove a point. Now, I’m about to claim them all. My pussy, remember, Goddess? My orgasms.”
“Yes, please.”
My little hitchhiker is in for a long night. I won’t stop until every inch of her is ingrained in my memory. My savage and passion will be unleashed within her walls. I hope she is ready for both. Tonight, I’m claiming her as mine. A Huxley first.