“Please, pixie.” He moves to unbutton his shirt but instead rips the buttons off. His chest is bare of hair, and his muscles are defined, even the abs. A full six-pack. I want to trace them with my fingers.
“Okay,” I say. It’s just one night. I’m leaving town soon and I’m never going to get this chance again. Not with someone like him, or feeling like I do for him already. I lean down and untie my tennis shoes, and toe them off. I slip my jacket off and set it on a bench against the wall near the dressers. I look down to my hoodie and jeans unsure of how much to take off, so I unbutton my jeans because they won’t be comfortable to sleep in. The room is dim enough he won’t see my scars. I slide the jeans down my legs and bend over slightly when I hear a groan. I spin around to see him standing in only a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. His impressive erection peeks out the top band. He adjusts himself as he stares at me openly. I look down worried he sees something he doesn’t like.
“Fuck, pixie, those sexy panties are going to make me come.”
I look back at him in confusion; I’m wearing plain, white cotton panties. I take in the intricate tattoo climbing up his right arm onto his chest. The skulls and warriors with swords are in black and causes his already muscular arms to stand out more. On his left arm is a military tattoo with what looks like a parachute and an angel. His legs are long and defined with muscles like I’ve never seen. Even his feet are sexy. My breathing increases as I watch him adjust himself again.
“Take off the sweatshirt, Kiera.” His gruff voice breaks me from my perusal of his body.
I slip the ragged sweatshirt off. My white bra with lace around the edges is almost too small to contain my now fuller B size breasts. His eyes take me in, and I’ve never felt sexier in my life. He walks toward me and this time I don’t step back. He stops close to me and lifts his hand out, palm up. I look down at it and slip my hand into his. His fingers lace with mine and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He’s not going to last much longer by the way he’s swaying on his feet. He drops my hand and runs both his hands into my hair. I’d pulled my hair free after I changed out of my work uniform. His strong fingers rub my scalp as he manipulates my head back. I look up at him and bite my bottom lip.
“I’m going to kiss you, Kiera, and that’s all. Then you’re going to climb into this bed and let me hold you for the night.”
I sigh and nod my head.
He leans down and his lips feather across mine; my eyes slip closed. He pulls away but still right there. I slip my tongue out to taste him, and my eyes flare open wide at the groan that rips from his chest. He slams his lips back onto mine. This time there is nothing soft and gentle about the kiss. It’s demanding, claiming, needy. I moan as the heat from his lips overcomes mine. I open when his tongue presses against my lips. His tongue enters and dominates my mouth, touching every part. He groans as his hands leave my hair and move to my hips to pull me up to him. My feet leave the floor as he stands to his full height. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his hips, and I feel his erection at the juncture of my pussy. The heat of him against the wetness makes me rock against him. More wetness seeps from my body as his hands knead my ass. I moan into his mouth when I feel the bed against my back and him over the top of me. He rocks against me, and I rip my mouth from his as I cry out from the feeling of euphoria overcoming my body. Tingles erupt throughout me. I want more. I need more. Something is happening I’ve never felt before.
“I need…something,” I beg him, unable to describe what it is I need.
“Fuck, pixie. I need to be inside you, but I don’t want to right now. I’m too drunk and don’t want to hurt you.” His hand leaves my ass and slides into my panties. He brushes a finger against me, and I arch my body, needing more. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He circles my clit and the euphoric feelings climb higher and higher. My body tightens like a coil, and when he slips a long finger into me as his thumb continues to rub my clit, I orgasm screaming his name. He removes his hand and presses his still covered cock against me. He throws his head back and groans as I feel moisture between both of us. He rolls off my body and collapses next to me.
“Coal?” I turn and find his eyes are closed. I think he’s just trying to catch his breath but then a loud snore breaks the quiet. “Well, shoot.” I look down both our bodies and see his cum wetting his boxers, and I’m not sure what to do. Do I clean him up? I don’t want to seem like a creeper. I’ve never done this before.
I slip from the bed and go to the attached bathroom where I get a washcloth and clean myself. I walk back out to the bedroom and wonder if I should leave, but I told him I’d stay. So I walk back over to the bed and slip under the covers after I cover him with the blanket folded at the bottom of the bed. I fall asleep pressed against him. His warmth and the softness of the bed comfort me like I’ve never felt before.
❖
Coal
A soft body presses against mine. A warmth I haven’t felt in a long time seeps into my heart. The smell of soft vanilla overcomes my senses and the image of a green-eyed pixie with long brown hair and a body that sets me on fire fills my head. My eyes flash open and I see the sun starting to rise through the curtains. I pull Kiera in tighter to me as she nestles into me.
The memories of last night flood my mind. What she felt like on my fingers. Her face as she orgasmed. I’d felt the evidence of her virginity as my finger was buried in her. I can’t wait to make her mine. My morning wood presses into her tight ass and I feel the crusty remnants of my orgasm. I extricate myself from her body and look around the room. My bag is downstairs, so I make my way into the adjoining bathroom, where I clean myself, take care of the morning breath, and slip on the large fluffy robe on the back of the door. I walk down the stairs to grab my bag, then head back up to the room. I plan to wake Kiera with my mouth on that virgin pussy of hers, but I find the bed empty.
My eyes flash around the room and I spot her slipping into her jeans as she talks on the phone. Her eyes are staring back at me.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she says to the person on the other end of the line. She’s going to leave me.
I’m across the room in no time, my long legs eating up the distance. I pull the phone from her ear, and she squeals when I pick her up. I pull her back against my chest and hear the person on the phone holler her name.
“Who is this?” I demand into the phone.
“This is Penny at Santa Claus Christmas store. Who am I speaking to?”
“This is Coal Bridger; Kiera won’t be in today.” I hang up the phone and drop it onto the floor by her shoes.
Turning, I make my way to the bed and toss her onto it. I’m on her, ripping her jeans and panties off, before she even bounces. I bury my face in her core and she cries out. She tries to push me away, but I need her taste on my tongue. She stops fighting at the first lick and arches her back. I wrap my arms around her thighs, opening her up more to me and holding her down so I can do what I planned to do.
“I wanted to wake you up with my mouth, and you ruined that. Now you’re going to take my tongue until you beg me for more,” I say against her core. She writhes above me, and I look up her slender body to see her green eyes hooded and looking down at me. Her teeth bite into her lip to keep her from crying out.