Ditching The Dream (Dream Series) (25 page)

He pulled back with a small popping noise from my breast. He glanced in the box and a wicked smirk crossed his face. He reached in the box and took the last spot of chocolate onto his finger and dropped the box on the floor, then rubbed the chocolate on his throbbing cock. “See for yourself,” he challenged.

I swallowed around the lump that found residence in my throat. Only once in my life had I had a dick in my mouth. I didn’t like it, and I remembered gagging quite a bit. With my blood roaring through my ears, I leaned forward as seductively as I could manage and took hold of his hot, steel rod. I found myself actually looking forward to this.

Flashing my eyes up at him, I soaked in his excitement. Focusing on the task at hand, I extended my tongue and ran it from the crown downward on his satiny shaft along the trail of chocolate he left for me. His audible groan rumbled from his chest and emboldened me, and I decided it wasn’t all that bad. I pulled back and took the tip of him in my mouth, closing my lips around his shaft and ran my tongue all around the spongy head. I felt his cock pulse as I gently sucked and flicked my tongue on his crown.

A salty drop from him mixed with the chocolate taste still in my mouth. It was a delicious combination. Slowly, I took him further in. He gasped above me and leaned back on his elbows. I glanced up at him watching me. When our eyes met, Kevin’s cock twitched. Keeping our eyes locked, I pulled back to just the head of his pulsing penis, and descended again.

“
¡Carajo!
” he uttered through a clenched jaw.

Fueled by his reaction, I quickened my pace and used my hand to cover the rest of the shaft that my mouth wouldn’t cover. As much as I wanted to try and take his length all the way in, I didn’t want to risk gagging and spoiling the mood. Kevin didn’t seem to mind, in fact, as I wrapped my fingers around him, his hips pressed up.

I hummed my satisfaction, agreeing that chocolate was indeed an aphrodisiac. And with the humming, his cock swelled in my hand and mouth. I moved faster and gripped a bit tighter and sucked a bit harder, swirling my tongue around him in response. I was dizzy with the control I felt in this position.

“Lizzie, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, I won’t, but I won’t be able to hold out much longer if you keep that up.”

Hmm,
I thought to myself. Did I want to ‘go all the way’ with this? Maybe next time I smiled to myself, and pulled off of him and leaned back, my eyes raking over his tense body. I took his hand and pulled him toward me. He responded by getting up on his knees as I leaned over to the side table and grabbed another foil wrapper, tore it open, and pulled out the rubber disc. Reaching forward I rolled the sheath over his thick shaft.

“I’d rather have you inside of me,” I purred, and laid back onto the pillow.

“I must have done something right in my life to have you here now,” he whispered, aligning his cock at my slit.

“I could say the same thing,” I said back. I ran my hands up his strong torso and to his face, reveling in the stubble that shadowed his jaw in a hopelessly sexy way. I raised my head and kissed his lips as he slid into me. “And I’d say that chocolate is very definitely an aphrodisiac.”

Kevin’s body covered mine, sliding into place. In no time, his pace and strength grew. He was pumping into me, my hips rising to meet him, thrust for thrust. I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and slid my hands to his muscular back. He slipped his hands under my shoulders and gripped tightly, leveraging each thrust.

“That’s it! Harder!” I cried. I closed my eyes and arched my body into his, needing full contact. He dropped his weight onto me and thrust with more force than before. His sack slapping into my ass, I was beyond aroused and let the fireworks commence.

“God, I love watching you come,” he breathed.

“Your turn,” I panted. “Come, now!”

And he started to thrust into me, grunting and releasing all hold that he’d been employing. A few giant thrusts later and he winced with a guttural groan, then collapsed on top of me, still sliding in and out slowly, milking both of our orgasms for all they were worth.

Cuddled in his arms, with my head resting on his shoulders, my eyes heavy, needing sleep, I said, “Yup, definitely an aphrodisiac.” I listened to his laugh rumble through his chest and gave in to sleep.

W
alking into Ed Scott’s last night I was looking forward to celebrating the successful photo shoot and sharing my excitement with Beth.

I didn’t expect her to be scared when I walked in. And I really didn’t expect to see her damn gorgeous neighbor there either.
Note to self: He really should be a model. I would have to dig and see if he already was and swipe him from whatever agency he was working for.
Was he there coincidentally? Or there for Beth? The way Beth’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of us, I was guessing the latter.

Then the look on Beth’s gorgeous face when that bimbo, Janelle, had her hands all over me… Well, it was kind of cute, almost a turn on. And if I were just playing around with Beth, I would have let it keep on going. But Beth seemed hurt, and that hurt me.

For the first time, I had a connection to a woman that I never thought I’d have. I really wanted things to keep moving forward with her. My whole adult life had been superficial flings. Women wanting to be with me because of what I was – a model, then an owner of a modeling agency. Not the real me. Beth doesn’t know what I do. She just wants to be with me. I wanted to make this work.

I tried to set Janelle straight over and over again, hoping Beth would see me admonish her, but my timing was off every time. And just as I delivered a threat to dissolve Janelle’s contract if she kept up the unwelcome advances, Beth was leaving with The Neighbor!

The party was over. She needed to know I don’t share.

S
lowly becoming aware that it was morning as the sunshine filtered through my eyelids, I inhaled and stretched. Blinking to try and wake further, I didn’t recognize the color of the walls. I opened my eyes fully.

“Buenos dias,” I heard from my right.

I quickly turned my head to see the most gorgeous sight. Kevin with bed head and a twenty-four hour beard. I smiled and replied “Good morning yourself. Were you watching me?”

“Watching you wake up is more beautiful than watching the sunrise.”

“Careful. You’re so full of it, your eyes may turn brown,” I cautioned.

He rolled to his side, wrapping his right arm around me. I looked down at his tattoos that graced his shoulder and started to trace them.

There was a prominent sun on his shoulder. The rays that pointed at his chest ran into scroll work that curled their way into the
Carpe Diem
that scooped across the top of his chest. The rays that shone down led into an intricate band of scrolling tribal lines that encircled his incredible bicep.

Below the cuff sat a beautiful angel. Under the angel was the name
Josefina.
Surrounding the angel and name were a collection of flowers and birds and butterflies.

At his elbow was a five-pointed star, and half of each point was shaded in a gradient blues, while the other half was left open.

His forearm was more of the tribal lines that adorned his bicep, only wider here.

“How old were you when you got your first tattoo?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Too young. It was my eighteenth birthday. My buddies got me drunk and we staggered into this place in downtown San Antonio. I had my girlfriend’s name tattooed on the lower part of my shoulder.

“Josefina?” I asked.

Again, he laughed. “No, that’s my
abuela
. My angel. Always on the lookout for me. When I moved here, she was so worried. I got this tattoo and told her that she’d always be with me.”

I sat up to better survey the gorgeous ink work. “Here,” he said, pointing to the lower rays of the sun. “Mia. If you look closely, you’ll see the artist worked the name into the rays.”

Sure enough, you could still make out the name, artfully woven into the rays.

“Why did you hide her name?”

“Well, we broke up when she turned up pregnant a couple months after I got the tattoo. And since we’d never been together, in that way, I knew the baby wasn’t mine. I thought about getting it removed, but that process sounded too painful, not to mention, she was still my first girlfriend. I should never forget about her, even with how things turned out. So, I went back to the artist and he came up with the sun to mask the name.”

“Did they hurt?” I asked.

“Most guys will tell you ‘no not really.’ They’re just being macho, or they were drunk out of their minds. I was drunk for my first one, and it still hurt. The following ones, well, yes they hurt, but it was different.”

“Are you done? Or are you getting any more?” I pressed.

“Funny you should ask. I actually have an appointment next week. I’m getting one on my back across my shoulder blades.”

“More tribal markings?”

“No. A quote.
Why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain.
”

“That’s beautiful. I don’t know if I could handle the pain of getting one. I don’t even know where I would get one or how to choose a design.”

“Location is very important. Now where…?” He set his lips on my shoulder, kissing gently. “Possibly, but no.” He slid the sheet from my breasts, his eyes raking over the exposed skin. Running a tongue over my collar bone, he continued, “Not here…” His lips moved down over my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples.

I arched my body into his kisses, silently pleading for more. His kisses moved to my belly and his hands trailed down my sides. When his kisses reached my hips, he said, with his lips fluttering against my skin, “Maybe here…”

He worked his way down, searching for a place for a tattoo. He scooted further down my body, kissing every inch of my legs until he reached my ankles. “Yes. Here. This is where you should get one. An ankle bracelet. Very sophisticated.” Then he placed gentle kisses all around my left ankle.

Catching my breath, I inspected my ankle.
Hmmm.
But just past Kevin’s head that was kissing my ankle and foot, I noticed the wall clock in his living room.

I yanked my foot back and sat up. I did a double take and checked the side table where his alarm clock sat. It was eight forty-five! I had to be at work by ten! I still had to shower and get dressed! I jumped out of bed like I had superpowers.

“Oh god! I have to go. I have to leave for work in about an hour!”

I slid out of bed and collected my undergarments and slid them on.

Kevin groaned from his pillow. “You’re killin’ me, baby. Don’t you ever stop teasing me?” I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him. I loved the way he called me “baby,” and more than that, I loved how he made me feel so sexy.

“And now I have to go do the
walk of shame
past Mrs. Hanlon’s door, thank you very much.” Snatching up my pants, I made my way to my shirt on the living room floor. I looked back at Kevin, sitting on the bed in his all his male glory watching me as I slid on my pants. He just stared with a small smile.

“You’re just as gorgeous getting dressed as you are getting undressed,” he called.

I shook my head and smiled, slipping on my shirt. As I fumbled with the buttons, Kevin stood and sauntered over to help me.

We ambled to the front door and he picked up my purse. Sliding it onto my shoulder, Kevin took my face in his hands, smoothed my hair, and kissed me on the forehead. “Maybe we can do something this weekend?”

My heart nearly broke. He sounded so hopeful. “I really need a good night sleep. Can I take a rain check?” I decided to not tell him that I only had the lunch shift today. After two nights of sex with two incredible lovers, I really
did
need sleep. All the sex was really taking a toll on this soon-to-be forty-three year old.

“Okay. Well, next week I’m back at school, so these late nights won’t be as easy. We’ll find time, I’m sure.”

I lifted my lips to his and gave him a sweet kiss. What was I doing? I turned quietly and opened the door, Kevin standing right behind me seeing me out.