Blind Date (A Why Choose Romance)

At this, any inhibitions and self-control she had fell away, and she raised her crotch, urging me to take more. And I did willingly. I pushed my tongue between her folds, eager to taste more of her, to turn her on, and test her reaction.

It seemed I could do no wrong.

She writhed beneath me, calling out my name, with her sweet honey flowing into my mouth and her tight pussy clamping around my fingers. I damn near thought I was going to come.

It took all of my concentration to focus on Kayla’s pleasure and hold back on my own. But I did. And satisfying her like that, making her come over and over again, was incredibly erotic.

Until her hand pushed against my head, and she called out: “Stop! Stop! Stop!”

I sat up instantly in alarm. Everything seemed to be going well, and she was so wet I assumed it all felt good to her.

“Please, Ethan. Do you want to fuck me?”

Hell, yeah, of course!

“Do you have condoms?” she added.

“Yeah, I do.” I was a little dazed by the interruption; my head was still somewhere else, but I leaned over the edge of the bed to where I discreetly kept them.

“Please do it. Fuck me!”

I tore at the corner of one of the foil packets and carefully rolled the protection down the ready-for-action shaft. She was ready too. And I settled above her and guided myself into her tight, fiery channel with one hand.

“Fuck! Ethan!” Kayla groaned when I was all the way inside. “That’s so good.”

Thankfully, she had come multiple times at this stage, because I sure was a way beyond being able to hold back for long. Especially as our bodies bumped and grinded together to hit all the right spots.

“Fuck! Ethan!” she called out.

And I didn’t stop as the pulsing contractions squeezed and milked every last drop from my dick.

CHAPTER TEN

KAYLA MARTIN

Where exactly I am again?

Waking without a shrill alarm and a pile of household chores such as laundry and dirty dishes was always a treat. Even more so when in a bed much more comfortable than my own. A hunk like Ethan next to me, well, that was frosting on the cake.

Remembering that last night wasn’t a dream was the best part about waking up. Dreamy, yes. Imaginary, no. The best sex I’d ever had for real.

Who’d have thought the self-assured quarterback, AKA god’s gift to women, really would be an all-around ace performer?

He made me feel things I didn’t think possible.

I had no regrets, except that it was over. And a one-off experience.

If I were fortunate, he’d be up for another round before breakfast and before we went our separate ways.

In fact, my body had woken up all primed and ready to carry on right where we’d left off, and if I’d have been alone at home right then, I’d have reached for my vibrator.

I noted the change in his breathing, the way he moved, turned his head, and opened his eyes to look at me with a smile.

He stirred about the same time as me: we were so in tune.

His phone broke the spell with the harsh sound of an unfamiliar ringtone, which caught me off guard.

Groaning, he cast a disappointed grimace my way before turning to reach for the phone on the shelf and answer the call.

“Hi,” he said and then listened to whoever was saying whatever; I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation.

“What, seriously?”

I watched intently. Judging by Ethan’s expression, it wasn’t good news.

“Do you really need to call me at uh?...”

Before he managed to come up with the time, the voice at the other end of the call interrupted.

Ethan sat up straight as he paid more attention.

“Oh, yeah.” He shook his head. “I’ll be right over.”

Well, damn. That didn’t bode well for breakfast fun.

Unfortunately, even if my life didn’t have plans to derail my good ideas, other people’s lives enjoyed getting in the way.

He turned the phone off and then reclined back on the bed. “Of all the times to bother me like this.”

“What’s the matter?”

“My Uncle Ralph is a bit... um... technically illiterate. His teenage son thinks it’s hilarious to block all his favorite channels and mess with his settings. He’s going to go call a local repair guy to sort it out.”

“That must be annoying.” I wondered what it had to do with Ethan.

“Yeah, but that’s not the problem. The real problem is the breakdown in the family relationship over there. They really clash, and it sounds like it’s close to a breaking point. Everything’s escalating and, well, the kid looks up to me, so I’m going to go over and talk them both down off that ledge.”

He sat up, shaking his head.

“It was probably meant as a practical joke, but gone wrong. You know? I need to talk to the boy about it; he listens to me.”