About Last Night

Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of my hands on her ass. She replied a breathy, “Okay.”

I pulled her close, loving that this was real. I wasn’t being paid to put on a show. My true emotions and reactions could be exposed, and the woman I was with turned me on like a light switch. This was the first sexual experience I’d had off the books for two years, and I was going to savor it.

“I want your lips, baby.” My voice sounded strange and almost harsh. It was my turn to place orders. I was about to have sex with someone, simply because I wanted to. That was a great feeling. Freeing.

Mia’s eyes met mine and the lust caught in them was an aphrodisiac on its own. Reaching up, she took my face in her hands and drew me down gently, as if I were something precious and she didn’t want to break me. Her lips close to mine, she breathed into me and my cock stood full-mast.

The connection was something else. The moment her lips touched mine, I was lost. Gone was the cool, calm demeanor I had trained myself to have. This was primal need. I needed her, and I would have her any way I wanted, if she let me.

With her soft, sweet lips on my own, I groaned into her mouth, lifting my tee. Separating for only a second, I removed it and threw it the only place it needed to be—away.

Her small hands landed on my hips, holding me, and I frowned. When was the last time someone touched me like this? Like I was a regular guy, making out with his girl? I couldn’t even remember.

Cool fingertips smoothed my brow. Against my lips, she uttered, “Stop worrying. We’re not doing anything wrong. Harry will never know.”

I didn’t correct her assumption, rather nodded lightly. “Right.”

My arms around her, I lifted her, ignoring her squeak of protest, and brought her to the foot of the bed. I ran my fingers down her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything right now. I know you’re still sore, Mia. No one heals that quickly.”

To my surprise, her full lips pouted. “Oh. Um. All right.”

My brow rose. Was she serious? “Unless…if you want to?”

Her face brightened. “Is that okay?”

My eyes shut of their own accord. I tilted my head back and chuckled. Where had Mia been my whole life? I glanced at her cautious face and smiled reassuringly. “That’s definitely okay. I just don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiled big and warmth hit me right in the chest. “I want to.” Her smile fell and she added hurriedly, “If you want to.”

Carefully, I reached over to her hand at my hip and brought it to my straining fly. Pressing her hand into my rock-hard erection, I deadpanned, “Oh, I don’t know. I think I’ll pass.” I rolled my eyes then scoffed. “What do you think?”

She bit her lip, fighting a laugh. Something came over me. I gently pulled her lip free, running my thumb over it. “I want your smiles. I want to hear your laugh. This is us, Mia. Just us. I don’t want fake.” I drew her in and pecked at her lips. “I want it all.”

I had her friendship. I craved her body. I wanted the experience to be genuine, and I wanted it with her. She was my chance at something good. Sure, I couldn’t be her boyfriend, but I could be the next best thing. I could be the person she came to when she needed comfort. I could be the man she came to when she felt like her skin was crawling and she needed relief. I could be the person she laughed with, the person she created personal jokes with.

I could be her lover.

I would give her all I had to give. It may not have been much, but it was all I had. Mia was worth so much more. Here was hoping she never figured that out, because with every second that passed, the thought of losing her to someone who deserved her was already weighing on my mind.

I’d barely had a taste of her. I needed more of her. I secretly wished I could be the man she needed. Alas, I wasn’t. So I would make certain the parts I could give her were given completely.

“Quinn,” she whispered, “this is me.”

My chest puffed out. No man had ever seen her like this, neck flushed, lashes lowered, a pretty blush on the apples of her cheeks, naked and bared to her soul. Mia was mine, for now.

I took her mouth in a long, wet kiss, loving the way she pressed into me. “Get on the bed.”

In a second flat, she was scrambling toward the center of the mattress. And so I searched. I opened drawers then closed them. I made my way to the closet, checking jacket and pants pockets. Nothing.

Shit.

As I strode out of the room, Mia called out a puzzled, “Um, Quinn?”

“Just a second, baby.”

In a final attempt, I looked through the bathroom cabinet. Brow furrowed, I shuffled back to the bedroom, standing in the doorway. Mia shrugged. I vaguely scratched at my chin. “I don’t keep condoms in the apartment. Never needed to. I don’t conduct business at home.” I was sure Mia meant to hide the pleasure that statement brought her, but the girl wore her heart on her sleeve.

A light bulb moment.

My bag of tricks.

I straightened, a slow smirk stretching my lips. “I have to go to my car. Be right back.”

Before she could say a thing, I raced down the hall, grabbed my car keys, and ran down the stairs to my car to retrieve my bag of sex fun. Throwing it over my shoulder, I took the steps two at a time . Making my way inside, I kicked the door closed and strode into my bedroom, holding the bag in the air as if it were an Academy Award.

I grinned. “Hi.”

She blinked then smiled back softly. “Hi there.”

I unzipped the black duffle, pulling out a row of condoms and a bottle of lube. Couldn’t be too careful. Mia had to be sore. The least I could do was make it easier for her if she truly wanted sex.

Holding the condoms between my teeth, I worked on my zipper. My jeans flew to the same place my tee had been thrown and I strode meaningfully to the bed. Mia’s eyes widened as she took in my heavily tented black cotton boxers. As I reached the foot of the bed, I slid my boxers down my legs, revealing my thick erection. Mia’s mouth parted with what sounded to be a dreamy sigh.

Oh, yeah. She wanted the D.

I climbed onto the bed, moving slowly until my body was above hers. She lay back and looked up at me with those pretty eyes. I lowered myself, wanting her to feel my weight on her. She took it without protest, spreading her creamy thighs to accommodate me. Resting my cock at the V between her legs, I rocked myself gently, the tip of my cock already weeping. With a swift tug, the cups of her bra rested underneath her breasts, pushing them up, her pink nipples hard against my bare chest.

I licked my lips. Her tits were incredible, and felt amazing pushed up on me. Her soft panting made me eager to pull her panties to one side and fill her completely in one cool motion, but I restrained myself.

My fingers played with the elastic at her lower stomach. I ran my fingers over the black lace tattoo there, admiring the pattern. Hooking my fingers underneath the m

aterial at her hips, I slid her panties down her legs, removing them and throwing them down.

“Turn on your side, facing away from me.”

She did without question and I valued her faith in me. Resting on her side with her head on my pillow, her knees slightly bent, I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her tight ass and pussy lips peeking out from the V of her thighs, she was on display, just for me. I took it for the gift it was.

My fingers landed on her hip. She jumped slightly, but calmed immediately. I ran my fingertips down her hip, back, over her taut ass, and then carefully over the swollen lips of her pink pussy. She squirmed. I smirked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.

My voice low, I uttered, “Relax, Mia. I got you.”

Squeezing a small amount of lube onto my fingertips, I ran it over her pussy, feather-soft. At Mia’s soft groan and her pushing her butt out, I tested the waters. I gently pushed my fingertip into her slit, running it up and down, watching for any sign of discomfort. I saw none and pressed harder at her entrance, breaching the smooth flesh. The lube was doing its job. I easily slid my finger inside Mia’s pussy, in and out until I could feel her wetness flowing over my digit. She gasped and fidgeted. I added a second finger, but still Mia pushed back against me, riding my fingers, moaning softly. She was ready.

So was I.

I took a small foil packet, ripped it open, and sheathed myself. I opened the bottle and squeezed a small amount of lube onto the tip of my latex-wrapped dick. Swirling the lube all over the condom, I lay behind Mia, replicating her position. My arm snaked around her, pulling her back into my chest, placing her pussy right where I wanted it. With my free hand, I reached between us, running the head of my cock up and down her already wet slit. With no effort at all, the tip slipped inside, and as I hissed, Mia whined softly.

I fed my cock into her an inch at a time, listening for sounds of distress, but all I heard was sounds of intense pleasure. Mia took me. She took all of me until we were ass to groin and I was fully cocooned in delicious warmth.