Who barely feels like a stranger at all.
He feels like a brand-new lover.
The kind who’ll send me dirty missives.
Who’ll tell me how much he longed for my body while he was at work, in his corner office, overseeing money or gold or whatever he does in those suits.
Mostly, he feels like the kind of lover who wants more than one time.
That’s what I want too.
And I want more this very second.
West makes me ravenous, and I’m a greedy woman tonight.
He slides his hands into my hair, pulls my face close to his, and whispers, dark and dirty, “Get on your hands and knees now. I need to fuck you hard and ruthlessly.”
“I love ruthless fucking. So much.” I slide off him, flipping over and into the position he wants.
He kneels behind me, those big hands curling over my ass, spreading me open. He runs the head of his cock through my wetness and slides back inside, filling me.
It’s such a decadent position, such a submissive position. It makes me feel like an animal, and I love it. I love the rawness of it. And I love the way he can own my body like this.
West needs no ownership manual. He knows what to do.
As I lower my chest towards the bed, propped on my elbows, he slides his hand down my spine, towards my neck. He grips my hair and tugs hard as he buries his cock inside me.
He is relentless. Ruthless. Dominating and dirty, as he fucks and fucks and fucks. Grabbing my strands, making me yelp.
He slides his hand the other direction, on a fast-track for my ass, and I turn my face, needing to watch.
“That’s right. Watch me, love. Watch as I smack this beautiful ass,” he says, lifting his hand, bringing it down hard on my rear.
I yelp, the pain radiating, morphing into pleasure, incomparable pleasure.
He lifts his other hand, smacks my other cheek, hard and punishing.
“Yes,” I whimper into the bed.
“Your skin is so beautiful. It wears my marks so well,” he rasps.
“Do it again,” I say, urging him on. But he needs no urging.
Another smack. Another sharp zing of pleasure.
The Sex Ninja brings his other hand back to my clit, pinches it, then drives deep inside me.
I am a whimpering mess of pleasure and just the right amount of pain, as my body gives in and I come once again on an epic cry of oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
But this time I’m not alone. This time he joins me with a guttural groan. “So fucking hot,” he roars as he unleashes his pleasure, and we fall apart together.
As we pant and moan, he sweeps a kiss across my neck. “And that was the best game of the night.”
“Yes.” I sigh. “Best. Game. Ever.”
Then, he gets up to dispose of the condom in my bathroom and returns seconds later, settling next to me, his warm body snug against mine. Mmm. This feels so good.
This post-sex high.
It makes me picture possibilities.
More nights like this, more moments rich with rat-a-tat-tat banter, one-up-manship wit, dirty Scrabble. Maybe even Strip Dungeons and Dragons.
Is that a thing?
If not, it should be. I bet West would play it.
I bet he’d love to play it with me.
West is no Theodore. He’s no slide-shaming dipshit.
Fine, I’ve only spent one night with him, but it’s been an electric, flirty, and most of all, an honest night.
I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not interested in entanglements. I’m not even sure I have room in my life for anything more than Sweetie Pies. But I am very interested in seeing West again.
For more of the same.
Maybe it’s the nookie buzz talking, but I don’t care.
Sex-drunk and giddy on endorphins, I roam my fingers down his chest. “And we should play it again. Soon,” I suggest, nerves fluttering in me.
“We should, and we will.”
Why yes, universe, thank you. This was a perfect night.
6
West
Best night ever.
This woman is brilliant. Fantastic. Funny.
And sexy as hell.
I don’t want the night to end, though I’m usually a big fan of hitting the road after the fun is over so that I can get home, shower, and prepare for an early start in the morning.
But everything is already in place for the grand opening next week. There’s not much left to do except stock shelves and arrange the knick-knacks on the walls, and Abby’s promised to take care of that on Monday. My sister isn’t much use in the kitchen, but when it comes to spiffing up a room, she’s an artist. The beautifying of the space is better left in her hands.
So really, I’m free to take a breather for a few days.
A few days I’d really love to stay locked up in my house, in my bed, with this gorgeous creature. Once we’re half-dressed and relatively decent, I trap Gigi between my arms against the counter in her tiny kitchen. “Come home with me,” I say. “I have so many plans for your beautiful body. And,” I say, kissing her jaw, “I might have backgammon.”
Her place is adorable—as cute and packed with personality as she is—but I’d love to fuck her on the ladder in my library. And in my giant bathtub upstairs. And in my bed with the thick curtains, we can pull around it to make it night for as long as we like.
“I do love backgammon. And your plans, but I can’t,” she says with a sigh. “I have so much to do tomorrow.”
“Work?” I wrinkle my nose. “Call in sick.”
She laughs. “I can’t call in sick. I’m the owner, but no, it’s not work. Tomorrow’s my day off, but I have tons of work things to catch up on here at home. Orders, and paperwork, and all the behind-the-scenes stuff that’s not exciting but has to be done.”
“Perfect. Bring your behind-the-scenes stuff to my place. I can fuck you gently to sleep and you can work in the morning.”
“What if I wanted to be fucked roughly to sleep?” she says in that naughty voice of hers. The one I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
“Even better.” I step in, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel how very up I am for fucking her any way she wants.
“God, you’re tempting.” She tilts her head back, moaning softly as she sets her water glass on the counter beside the sink. “But I really can’t. I have to visit my grandmother tomorrow too. I’ve been so busy I haven’t seen her in almost two weeks.”
“I haven’t seen my grandmother in months. I doubt she’s even noticed. Time goes by fast when you’re old. Or so she tells me.”
Her eyes narrow. “I love Gram. And spending time with her.”
“I love my nan too. She’s an incredible human, who would completely understand if I needed to have a three day stay at home sex holiday with a beautiful woman instead of coming to play croquet with her on the back lawn. She’d encourage it, in fact.”
“Nice. I’d like to dispense sex encouragement when I’m a grandmother. Also, I see we’re up to three days now?” Gigi asks with a laugh. She cocks her head, nibbling her lip in that slightly shy way that makes me want to kiss her. But so far, a lot of her mannerisms have that effect on me. “I would love to spend three days in your bed, but…”