Crown's Chance at Love (27 page)

So many thoughts invaded his mind. Most of his thoughts being about Sabrina, and the impossible situation he found himself in with her.

How had he let things get so complicated? He had somehow been completely mesmerized and enchanted by her. Almost as if she had somehow cast a spell over him. The way her eyes were so honest, showing him everything she was feeling. The easiness of her smile and the brightness of her mischief filled glances. The way her face lit up around her kids, and the way they were around one another. The positive way all four of them took on life, despite having had the wind knocked out of them when they had lost Sean.

He knew he should walk away.

Watch and protect them from afar to make sure Patrick didn’t cause any problems for her or the kids.

He had only been in her life for less than two months. He probably hadn’t really impacted their lives. No way he had impacted their life, at least not the way all four of them had impacted his. They made him want things he had never wanted. Things that had always terrified him before.

Just as he was thinking about all the reasons why he should walk away, the doorbell rang. He glanced at the clock on his oven. It was a little past midnight. Knowing his luck it would be John stopping by unannounced half drunk with half-naked girls. He wanted to ignore it but knowing John, he wouldn’t stop until he opened the door. When he opened the door, he knew whatever thoughts he’d had of walking away from the current situation he found himself in, he would never be capable of actually doing it.

Standing in front of me, Sabrina wore soft grey sweatpants that gathered at her calves and fit her perfectly, a fitted faded-blue Broncos t-shirt with a soft looking black fitted unzipped hoodie. Her hair was a mess piled up at the top of her head. Her face was fresh and flawless without makeup. She wore only a pair of black rimmed glasses dawning over her nose making her look like a college student rather than a mom of three. I took in the vision of her in seconds yet those seconds had felt as if somehow time had stood still. In the few seconds I took in the sight of her at my door, I just knew.

I knew I couldn’t fucking walk away from her.

Suddenly she was standing in front of me and in a flash we were in one another’s arms without a word being spoken between us. Kissing hard and fast, crashing down on one another, her lips on mine, mine on hers. She tasted fucking great. Like fucking mint and Sabrina. Pulling her into my condo, I kicked the door behind me. I wasn’t sure who had started what, and I honestly didn’t care.  All I knew was that without words, an electric current swirled between us fueling the incomprehensible need and hunger for one another.

The heat coming from her body was indescribable. My mind was fogging up with only one endpoint in sight. The only thoughts in my head were of giving into whatever she wanted, whatever she needed from me. Pulling her glasses off, tossing them onto the side table by my door, I pulled her up my body and she wrapped her legs around my waist, my hands going to the small of her back.

Her body radiated heat. Heat that made my fucking balls ache. Her skin, the little I could feel, was soft, silky and fucking warm. The scent of her coconut shampoo made my mouth water.  Her hands in my hair. Every nerve ending in my body on edge. My dick throbbed, my balls were tight, and there was a need I had never felt before pumping in my veins. I growled into her mouth when I felt her small hands tug my hair. Her hands moving to the sides of my face. Holding my face tightly as she kissed me, taking charge of the kiss. She was kissing me back just as hard as I was kissing her. I walked us towards my room without thinking, but stopped in the hallway. My body ached to touch her closer, to somehow feel her bare skin next to mine.

Needing more from her,  the only thing my lust filled mind could think about was somehow getting closer to her body, and I was sure I couldn’t make it the last twelve feet to my room. With my back against the wall, I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my fucking head when she started to take off her hoodie, pulling her shirt along with it. The only moment our lips broke away was when her shirt and sweater came off. The moment her shirt hit the floor, I walked us to the opposite wall and pushed her back into it.

Our bodies slamming hard against it, I could hear the framed art slightly rattle, but I could fucking care less. My eyes roamed her face to make sure I hadn’t hurt her. Only desire and hunger staring back at me, I used one hand to keep her steady against me on her ass. My other hand wrapping around her to undo her bra one handed. Impressing myself by doing something that I hadn’t done since my college days, I let the pretty blue lace bra fall to the ground. Kissing her hard, my tongue in her sweet mouth.

My mouth moving to her jaw and neck. Hearing her soft moans as I hit the sweet spot that drives her crazy, made me go harder. I could feel her fingers tugging at my shirt, her small fingers touching my bare skin. Her fingers sending my nerves even more one edge, as her fingertips touched my skin, heating my skin. She was silently pleading with me to take it off. I let her take off my plain white shirt helping her along the way. Keeping one hand on her ass, as the other pulls my shirt at the back of my neck, we only slightly part to grab my shirt off.

“I love you shirtless,” she pants against my mouth when our mouths collide and I chuckle against her smiling lips. Our breaths mixed, tasting and devouring one another.

“Ditto,” I growl, as I feel her firm breasts pressed hard into my chest. Her body feels so fucking good. Soft. Warm. Fuck I needed more of her. Needed to get closer.

I move my hands to her slender back and walk us to my room.  Her tightly beaded nipples are hard against my bare chest, the soft moans and sounds coming out of her almost like purrs are fucking killing me.  My body feels hot and hard and completely tense. My mind is fighting my heart.
What I want
 against
what I should do.
Battling one another. My ears are dulling all the sounds, making it so the only thing I can  I hear are the sounds coming from her and the pounding from my heart as it beats hard and furious. I want her so badly and I know that she feels the same way.

I lay us both down on the bed and the feel of her body beneath mine, her mouth on mine, her taste and scent around me, weakening every thread of self-control I have somehow held on to until this moment. I can feel all my self control slipping out of my hand. Getting lost in our kisses, she pulls away and my mouth goes to the base of her neck, roaming my tongue over the spot of her fast paced pulse. Licking and nipping her skin, she arches up into me, and I realize its too tempting having her below me. The need to bury myself deep in her is growing to the breaking point so I flip us over.

She squeals in delight and I love that in this she can laugh. It does something to me. Knowing that she was comfortable enough with me at that moment to laugh, the familiarity between us, makes my chest go warm. Her soft warm body is over mine, she somehow gained control, and straddles me as we kiss. She separates from me, and is looking down at me, her silky brown hair curtaining around us making it feel like we are in our own world.

I feel her hand on the move as it traces my abdomen and the muscles there twitch. I lean my head back against the pillow as her hand goes into my sweats. She starts to pull them down and I swallow hard. The sight of her being in control, or thinking she is, is incredible. She is sexy and confident as her hands go back to explore my chest and I am sure she is going to break every thread of restraint that I have left.

***

Sabrina

His adam’s apple catches my eye as it bobs up and down slowly like he is trying to keep control.  I wasn’t sure how anything had happened or how we had gotten here. In what felt like a blur of heat and passion we had attacked one another. With no words between us, he had somehow picked me up as if I was as light as a feather. It had been so incredibly hot my inner bad girl was cheering harder than Arsenio Hall in the nineties, and there was certainly no complaints coming from the practical girl in me.

The way his mouth kissed my mouth, the way that he kissed my skin, the way his fingers dug into my skin, made me hungry and wanton. It made me wet as he showed me his strength without ever making it too overpowering, making me feel completely unhinged. His touch, his mouth, everything he did to me clouded my lust ridden mind, and my body could only react to the genius way he played my body.

Now in his bed, somehow now on top I found myself exploring the bare skin of his freaking perfect chest. I hadn’t been able to resist. There was something incredibly hot about his chest. The creamy softly tanned skin. The light sprinkling of just enough crisp black chest hair, that when I pressed against his chest, sent chills and sensations like lightening bolts to my core. I like the way his body reacts when I touch his skin. The way his skin tastes and smells. The way his skin felt like it was burning under my fingertips. He turned me on in ways I hadn’t even realized were possible. He was so wonderfully masculine, strong, and big. He exuded power and virility.

His body was exquisitely chiseled. I knew how much he worked, and had no idea when he was able to get in enough gym time so that his body looked the way it did. My eyes went straight to where his dark, trimmed happy trail led. His erection was big and thick, and without thinking I licked my lips.  
Oh yeah it definitely works
, my inner bad girl cheered.

“Wait wait…” he said breathing heavy putting his hand up and moving more into a sitting position against his headboard.

“What?” I asked trying to catch my breath.

Looking into his eyes, I’d never felt so worked up and confused at the same time. But then thats when I saw it. His eyes were shining with apprehension, and that made something in me run cold with self doubt.

“Shit. I’m so sorry…” I started to say, as I tried to scramble off his delicious body.

All I could think about was trying to find something to cover up with as I looked at the floor around his room, slightly taking in the fact that he was ridiculously clean and organized. Shaking off the random tidbits focusing on finding something to cover myself with, he stepped off the bed and grabbed my hand pulling me towards him. He pulled me between his legs as he sat on the edge of his huge bed.

“Stop,”  he growled as I tried to cover my breasts fruitlessly. “Don’t.”

I looked at him. Something about the demand in his voice made made me shiver. Not in fear but in surprise. I might not have known him completely, but I was sure he wouldn’t hurt me. Slowly I let my hands go to my sides. He sat back and stared at me. His eyes never leaving mine. His heated intense stare alone made me weak at the knees. Butterflies were flying in my stomach and for the life of me I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I felt the moisture grow between my legs as I got turned on more by the second. My nipples were hard and beaded up, my breasts felt heavy and ached for his touch.

“Don’t hide from me. Let me look at you,” he said in a tone of voice that sent shivers down my spine. My skin was filling with goosebumps. He moved to the edge of the bed. He was sitting only mere inches from me, yet he didn’t come near enough to touch me. His body looked laid back and calm, but it was in his eyes where I saw the storm inside of him.

“Take off your pants,” he commanded and all I could seem to do was nod. Toeing off my shoes and socks. I can feel his eyes on me. My skin heating up from under his gaze, I slip my fingers into the waistband and as I start to pull it down, he tells me to leave my panties on.

Pulling my grey sweats down, leaving me only in blue lace boyshorts I stepped out of them, looking down at the on the floor. Licking my lips I found the nerve to look up at him. What I saw looking back at me made me even weaker at the knees than I already was. His blue eyes were slightly hooded and such a pale blue that it almost looked like ice. But instead of being cold, his eyes were hot and hungry. I felt that at that very moment I could have melted into a little puddle, I knew my panties had at least as my bad girl cheered. His stare was full of appreciation.

***

Mike

I didn’t know what I was doing. Sitting on the edge of my bed as she only stood a couple of inches away from me, topless and only in pretty blue lace boyshorts. Her skin was flawless. Her breasts were round and heavy, a complete handful. My hands itched to hold them. Her pretty dark pink areolas making my fucking mouth water, like a fucking target that my eyes can’t seem to look away from. My mouth was dying to get the tightly beaded nipple and roll it around my tongue, then nip and bite it.

“Turn around for me,” I can hardly recognize my voice. I see her swallow hard, her nerves completely showing on her face, and for a second I think she might change her mind about all of this, about me. To my surprise she doesn’t. I love how her face shows everything. She doesn’t hide. I can see the moment she gains enough courage to turn as clear as day, and she turns. For me. I watch her turn slowly, taking in the sight of her naked back, I almost groan.

There is something so completely sexy about a womans’ back, but in particular this woman. This woman standing mere inches away from me was completely different than any other time I had had a woman naked in front of me. She was different. Sabrina was one of a kind.

Her back is exquisitely delicate, my fingers having a mind of their own reach out, lightly trace her spine from the nape of her neck down to right above the lace from her boyshorts begins. Her skin is warm and softer and smoother than silk. I stand up and lean into her as close as I can without having my body touch hers other than my fingers that are now lazily doodling at her hips, above the waistband of the pretty piece of blue lace covering her. Sitting close enough to feel the heat emanating off of her body, I lean my head down by the crook of her bare neck, thankful that she had worn her hair up. I breathe her scent in deep, exhaling slowly. I see her shiver. Watching her skin fill with goosebumps, does something to me. It made me want to smile at her response to my touch, to me.Her reaction and submission to me tugged warmly at something in my chest. It meant so much for me to have her let go, to put so  hands, but I wasn’t going to think about too much.