Avoiding Mr. Right (2 page)

Bodies press against Carla, shoving her closer to the bar as she tries to leave the
stool. I reach out an arm to protect her from the worst of the crush. “Carla, let
me see you home. You shouldn’t make your way alone.”

Her buzzed smile and feeling-no-pain expression is a sure sign we should have had
dinner when the bartender offered menus an hour ago.

“No worries, Andy. I’m good.” She stumbles and lands face first against the broad-chest
of a nearby guy. The grin on his face shows he’s not angry at her slip.

“My…you’re big,” she says while pushing blond bangs out of her face. “Want to help
me get a cab?”

Anger boils close to the surface at the mere thought of the curvy blonde going home
with this meathead. I will not stand here and let her make a poor choice when she’s
been drinking. The large man opens his mouth to respond, then catches sight of what
I hope is a nasty look on my face. His smile dims as he looks back to Carla. “Maybe
next time, sweetheart.”

I nod my thanks while trying to steer my more than tipsy co-worker out of our company’s
favorite after-work bar.

“But, Andy,” she whines, “he looked hot. Lemme get his number.”

I take a firm hold on her arm and gently maneuver her toward the door. “You’ll thank
me later.”

The cool late spring air smacks us, jolting me with a much-needed surge of energy.
Hopefully, it will have the same affect on Carla. “But, he looks like a
real man
,” she says, with a pointed look my way.

I ignore the brush of annoyance I feel at her implication I’m not a real man. Where
the hell is her aggravation coming from? “Yeah, and I’m sure he’ll call you in the
morning, too.”

“That’s not fair, Andy. The guy I picked up two months ago called me.”

I hail a taxi and pour us inside.

“But he turned out to be dumb.” She snorts at a memory while I tell the cabbie her
address. In the ensuing silence she whispers, “Couldn’t even find my clit.”

I resist shaking her for her stupid actions. I know firsthand she has a solid mind
and a sharp wit. It’s the alcohol getting to her, and it’s getting to me, too. The
mere mention of sex has parts of me growing in my suit pants. She settles snug against
my side, hugging my arm. “Whoa, Andy. You have some serious muscles here. Have you
been working out?”

Her grasping fingers massage my bicep through my jacket. “I’ve always worked out.”
I pry away her grip then she squeals and aims to tickle me. Bad move. Her quick hands
graze my expanding arousal and she freezes.

“Andy! Do you want me?” A wisp of longing sounds in her voice.

I suppress the sigh aching to burst forth. I’ve wanted Carla from the moment we teamed
up on the Stringer account six months ago, but need to wait for the right time to
approach her. And partially drunk is not the right time. “Carla, let’s just get you
home. We’ve both been drinking and I don’t want to do anything we may regret later.”

She nips playfully at my ear. “How could I possibly regret fooling around with you?
We could be
friends with benefits
. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“While the idea sounds excellent, I’m not so sure it ever works.”

“Oh, come on. You’re starting to sound like my friend, Heather. I like sex… it’s fun.
It never hurt anyone.” Her previously frozen hand strokes my erection through the
fabric.

Dear God, are we almost to her building? I need to get her off me and out of this
cab before I come in my pants.

“We could make it work, Andy. Despite what Heather says.” She pulls her hand from
my erection and turns my face to hers for a kiss, moisture gleaming in her eyes. “We
could try.”

Excitement courses through me. Her breath smells sweetly of white wine and I want
nothing more than to crush my mouth to hers and devour her whole. Energy seems to
leap from my lips to hers as I lean in, succumbing to the raging desire to possess
her.

The taxi lurches to a stop, jerking us toward the front of the cab, breaking the spell
a moment before our lips touch. The fog of lust clears from my mind and I want to
ask about Heather and what she may have said to upset Carla, but instead I fish out
the cash to pay the driver.

I impulsively decide to walk her to her door. Maybe we could make this work. I admit
I want more from her and this night of fun might be a good place to start.

She grabs my hand and playfully drags me past her doorman. I nod at the man, feeling
a shit-eating grin spread across my features. “Come on, Andy,” she loudly whispers,
her voice carrying easily across the lobby, “let’s have dinner at my place.”

The walk through the lobby doesn’t cool our previous heat and the moment the elevator
doors whisk shut, Carla is on me like a tick on a dog. Her full mouth crushes mine
and manicured nails rake through my hair. Instantly, my erection surges, pressing
against my zipper, straining to get closer to this sexy woman.

I pull back from the intense kiss and mutter, “What floor?”

“Nineteen.” She gasps and locks her mouth to mine again. I press the button and the
car ascends.

“God, Andy, I’m so freakin’ hot right now.” She thrusts her hips to mine, grinding
against my hardness. “Want to do it here in the elevator?”

I wrap my hands around her hips and leverage her slightly away from the front of my
pants. “As good as that sounds, I don’t think we should.”

“Pfff… you’re no fun, Andy.” She reaches for my zipper and has my cock in her hot
little hand before I can grab her wrist. “Ohh… but this looks like it could lead to
a lot of fun.”

The elevator pings and I jerk in surprise. The doors slide open ten floors shy of
her level. Panic surges and I wrap my arms around my curvy, drunken co–worker, pinning
her to me—not wanting the older man in workout gear who just stepped into the car
to see me hanging out of my pants.

He glances at us, hits the button next to the word “Gym”, then stands on the far side.

Carla giggles, but thankfully shoves my cock into my pants and then yanks up the zipper.
The rasp of metal on metal brings a sharp look from the man, but his head whips around
to face straight ahead.

We finally arrive at Carla’s floor and rush off the elevator. Adrenaline floods my
body and I swear, if she asks, I’m going to follow her in and screw this horny woman
senseless.

“Andy?” Carla asks, a hopeful note in her tone. “Want to come in?”

Tension I didn’t know I was holding eases out of me. I move behind her while she jiggles
her key into the lock and wrap myself around her slight frame. Planting kisses along
her neck, I give the only answer my fired up body will allow. “I’d love to.”

When the door closes behind us, it’s a mad dash to see who can get their clothes off
faster. Glimpses of black underwear and toned limbs whir through my alcohol fogged
brain.

Carla giggles while stumbling to her bedroom. She switches on the bedside light and
tosses me what she must think is a sexy smile, but looks more like a slight sneer.
“Come and get me, Mr. Super Accountant.”

I hesitate in the doorway. Parts of me rage to barrel forward and take her up on her
offer before she changes her mind, but my big head gets the best of me. “Are you sure,
Carla? You want to take this step?”

She reaches between her legs and starts to touch herself. “If you aren’t interested,
I’ll handle things on my own.” I approach the bed, determination firming my mouth.
“Good boy, I knew you’d come around.”

Climbing across the mattress, I crawl on hands and knees to cover her lithe form.
Her hips thrust up to meet mine while grasping hands pull me down. “Now, Andy. I want
you
now
.”

“Whoa, slow down. We need protection.”

“You’re right.” Giggling again, she twists to the side, then reaches into the nightstand
drawer to pull out a small foil square. Carla tears it with her teeth, her face scrunching
up. “Ewww… spermicide tastes like crap.”

Taking the torn package from her, I remove the latex and sheath myself as fast as
possible.

“Get it in, get it in, get it in…” she chants. I position myself at her entrance,
wishing we’d slowed down a little bit. Her hips push forward as she impales herself
on my length. “Oh…” she moans as I finish the first stroke in, burying deep inside,
“that’s right.”

The orders start flying before I have a chance to slow her down: “Faster!” “Harder!”
“Slam it in me!”

Thrusting my hips in a frenzy, I try to fulfill each request the second it’s uttered.
The hot, inner muscles of her body encircle my length, and the speed combines with
my buzz to push me toward the finish before I’d like.

“I’m close, Carla. I need to slow down.”

“No! More! Do me harder!”

Nails rake along my spine and hot hands grab my ass, pulling me closer despite my
desire to wait. Her feet splay on the bed, pushing up her hips to pump me when I hold
back.

The sensations overwhelm my control and my orgasm steams past the gates. A loud moan
spills from my mouth. I try to keep up the pace a little longer, hoping to bring her
as well. “Are you close?”

But Carla’s quiet. A glance reveals her eyelids are drifting closed, and I can feel
her hips have stopped moving. “Carla?”

“Umm?”

“Did you come?”

“Are we done?” She yawns. “Gosh, I’m sleepy.”

I roll to the side, snatching some tissues to clean up. This may have been a very
bad idea. She doesn’t seem to be aware I came. “Carla?” I say, fitting my body snug
against her back. “Would you like to feel my mouth? Or my hand?”

“Nah, ‘s all good,” she slurs while turning onto her side to pillow an arm under her
cheek.

Her breathing deepens and I’m left wondering what the hell to do. That was singularly
the worst orgasm, if any orgasm could be bad, I’ve ever had. She wasn’t even experiencing
the act with me—more like ordering, using, and then losing interest.

“Don’t worry, Andy,” she says softly. “It was tolerable.”

Tolerable? Did she just call our sex tolerable? I roll away to stare at the ceiling.
Shit. I may have blown my one and only chance with her. Maybe I should bring her around
with my hand? It’s only half past eight; she can’t be that tired yet.

Resting a hand on her hip, I savor the smooth softness of her skin. “Carla, honey.
Wake up.” A small mew escapes her and her hips rock in a slight movement. Feeling
emboldened by her response, I smack her hip lightly.

“Hey! I was getting comfy.” She glances over her shoulder at me. “You can go now.”

The dismissive tone surprises me. “I don’t think so. You haven’t had your turn.” I
ease closer to rest against her back while sliding my fingers inward, toward her belly
button.

Her bottom leg pressing to the bed lies straight while the top one rests bent at the
knee and cocked forward, allowing room to ease down between her slick folds. Her tiny
clit still feels aroused, when I flick it softly she moans.

I slide my fingers to bracket the aroused peak, slowly stroking the heated skin next
to her clit, mindful of how sensitive the engorged flesh may be. The swollen lips
of her sex hug the contours of my thick fingers, causing my cock to stir against her
ass.

Keeping my pressure light, I force my pace to stay unhurried. The idea is to build
her slowly and then drive her to a huge orgasm. The wet scent of her fills the air
and her musky aroma wraps around me.

“Oh….” she whispers while tossing her head on the pillow. Her bare neck lures me and
I bow to plant kisses along its length. “Mmm….” Sensing a shift in her, I tilt away
allowing her to roll onto her back. Her hard nipples point to the ceiling and her
legs spread for easier access.

Carla’s eyes are at half-mast, but her movements encourage me to continue. Propped
on an elbow, I lean over to capture one peak in my mouth. Laving it with my tongue,
a thrill zips through me when she arches to press herself deeper between my lips.

A sigh escapes her and she softly utters, “Johnny…”

“Excuse me?” I don’t know who this dream lover is, but I don’t intend to stop over
a stranger’s name. Within a few moments her movements become more energetic, hips
gyrating in small tight circles on the bed, her head lashing side to side.

Her eyes snap open and she locks on my face. “Oh, God. Andy, your fingers feel so
good.”

Her eyes drift back down. I intend to give her pleasure however I can, as long as
she’s not saying
no
. Sucking one nipple in deep, I nibble the surrounding flesh.

Circling her clit in soft, delicate strokes leaves Carla gulping for breath while
her muscles tense. I pull my fingers away from her clit and skim her inner thighs,
hoping to make her relax and stop chasing the feelings.

Two or three breaths later she calms down, thrashing less and not holding herself
as tight. Reaching to her slit I run two fingers along her wetness, coating them in
her arousal. I tickle at her opening to see if I should proceed, when a sexy whimper
full of want bubbles from her mouth.

Needing no more proof, I plunge the digits deep and curve them upward, seeking the
squishy spot at the top front. Carla arches off the bed, dislodging my mouth from
her nipple. I sit up and reach my other hand over to massage her clit again.

“Yes! Yes, just like that!”

Pinching the aroused flesh between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze lightly, timing
her peak. Moisture pours over the fingers lodged inside her as I circle her g-spot,
and the moment is right to push her over the finish line.

Carla’s eyes open again and she locks onto me, “Andy! Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

Switching from pinching, I rub her clit hard, steam-rolling past her previous tension
in a rocket of sensations. She screams into the dimly lit room and convulses around
my hands. Wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her body— sheer beauty to behold.
Especially knowing I gave it to her.