Fighting Control (Bay State Series Book 3) (6 page)

She reaches over and grabs my hand, placing it under her dress. Guiding my fingers inside her panties, I can feel just how wet she is as some of my control slips and I run a single finger through her slit. I breach her folds and oh so slowly glide my finger inside her to the second knuckle. Rotating her hips, she urges me deeper. I oblige, adding a second finger to the first and thank fuck we're pulling into my driveway because my resolve was wavering with her scent of arousal filling my nostrils. I slowly finger her channel until I need to put the car in park. Pulling my fingers from her, I bring them to my mouth and suck her wetness from them. Her sigh of ecstasy is the only thing that could have gotten me to move in that instant with her flavor on my tongue.

I'm out of the car and to her door faster than I ever imagined possible.

The second I have her out of the car I close the door and pin her against it. I could take her right here in the privacy of my garage if I really wanted to, but I don't want that. Breaking away from her mouth, I stroke my tongue up to her ear and whisper, “I need to get you to my bed. Now.” If her sigh is any indication, she feels the same way. Taking her hand I pull her behind me into the house, through my kitchen into the hallway and up the stairs to my master bedroom faster than I thought humanly possible.

Our clothes hit the plush carpet seconds after entering the room. The sight of her smooth naked skin is wreaking havoc on my already heightened arousal and if I don't sink inside of her soon, I will lose my ever loving mind.

As if she's read my mind, she spins away from me and crawls onto my bed. Spread wide and beckoning me to join her, she licks her lips. Her pussy screams at me as I take her all in. Perfection, she's absolute perfection and I'm about to sample everything she has to offer.

Slowly I crawl up to her on my hands and knees on the bed. Her nipples standing in stiff peaks begging for my lips and tongue to taste them. I start with her mouth, teasing her with my tongue as hers moves with mine in a war of passion. I break away, lavishing her as I lick a path to her breasts.

Taking one of her buds in a tight suction, I fondle her other breast, rubbing my thumb in a circular motion around the erect nub, making it even harder, which I didn't think was possible.

“Please, I need you Julian, I.......” Her words cut off as I pinch her nipple between my fingers and she starts to buck her hips wildly.

“Shhh. I'm nowhere near done showing you pleasure before I slide my hard cock deep inside that delicious looking pussy of yours. I'm going to taste you now. No coming until I say you can.”

“What?” She asks breathlessly.

“I'm going to own your pleasure. Me and only me,” I murmur around her nipple, biting her gently to let her know I'm in control.

“Yes. Please? Only you, Julian. Please?” The sound of her begging almost makes me feel sorry for her. She won't regret letting me have control over her. I'm about to give her the most explosive orgasm she's ever had.

Making my way back up to her mouth, I kiss her softly, bringing her down just to bring her back up with what I have planned for her. Slowly, oh so slowly I lick my way down her body, avoiding her breasts this time, from her collarbone, down her ribcage, across her stomach to her opposite hip. Leaving little nips in my tongue's wake, I reach the arch of her foot and make my way back up the other side repeating the process. Her moans urge me on faster to get my prize between her legs. I spend a few more minutes ravishing her tits like they're my last meal before I get to have my dessert, which is definitely next on the menu.

Reaching my hand down to her folds I part them with my fingers on either side, rubbing up and down her valley, coating my fingers. “You're so wet. Is this all for me baby?” I ask although I already know the answer to my question.

“God yes, all for you Julian,” she gasps as I slide two fingers deep and slide down, inches separate her soft pink petals from my lips. I blow out softly, sending short, quick breaths onto her slickened flesh and she shivers with need. “Please?”

I snap like a wild beast in a fight to get to my meal lying helplessly at my sights. Tentatively I slip my tongue against her clit, circling the hardened nub for a few seconds before backing away when her breathing grows too heavy.

“Julian.....,” she growls and I can't help the chuckle that escapes.

willpower

Tanya

“Do you need to cum baby?” he asks and flicks my clit with his expert tongue again. Who is he kidding? I was ready to cream my panties in the car and again when he stripped for me. If I don't get to soon, I may have to maim him and just take what I need.

“You know I do,” I say a little too snappy and he has the audacity to let out another small laugh. That's it. I grab two fistfuls of his hair and slam his mouth down. If his loud moan is any indication he's enjoying my forcefulness. He attacks me with vigor, plunging his tongue deep for a few strokes then sucking my lips into his mouth with a hard suction before repeating the action until I'm ready to fly apart.

His strong hands hold my hips to the bed, holding me still as he pulls his face from between my thighs. “Mmm, delicious,” he says, looking at me rather smug.

He sits up on his haunches and I admire his toned, athletic body. He obviously takes really good care of himself. He wouldn't be a professional athlete if he didn't. I stare, my open mouth panting to have his on me again, his glorious cock inside me. Shit, at this point I don't care which, I need release. I take advantage of his distraction and run my hands down my sweat slickened body to my aching core. Spreading myself, I run a single finger through my wetness and I don't miss his sharp inhale of breath when I let that single finger breach my walls, and leisurely finger myself.

We don't speak; no words are needed, only the heat in our eyes as our gazes lock. “Oh no you don't baby,” he says, snatching my hands and gripping them in one of his and brings them above my head, holding them there in vise grip. “My pleasure. Remember?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Keeping my hands locked above my head, he lines up his cock with my entrance and I let out a small groan of pleasure when I feel the tip of his erection rub against me. He takes the hand not holding mine to his cock and strokes. I'm enthralled by the sight of his tight bulging muscles in his forearm as he moves his fist along his length.

I lick my lips, really wanting to return the favor and taste him, but my need to be filled is way too great this time. I'm sure there will be a next time and I resolve to pleasure him orally when the time comes. I force my eyes away from the sight of him stroking himself and greedily take in the rest of his body. My God, he is the perfect specimen of man. How did I get so lucky?

He starts to breach me and I gasp, “Condom?”

“Shit, I never forget.”

He jumps from the bed, runs to the bathroom, comes back with a handful and dumps them on the bed.

Lifting an eyebrow in question I ask, “Pretty optimistic are we?”

“Fuck yes. If not right away, I plan on waking you up several times throughout the night. I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of you.” The smug look on his face puts thoughts in my head I'd rather not think about as he rips open the foil packet and rolls the condom down his shaft. “Ready?” he asks, taking his spot between my thighs.

This is it. I can't speak so I just nod my head in answer. Holding my breath as he slides inside of me , I steel myself for the feeling of his thickness stretching me. I've never had a lover with his girth. The feeling is exquisite. I tighten my walls around him as he keeps a steady pace and takes my mouth in a passionate kiss.

My muscles are quaking for release and he breaks the kiss. “Cum for me beautiful.”

“Yes... Finally.” And I do. I cum gloriously all over his cock, covering him in my juices.

He holds my legs up and pumps into me, hard and fast, racing to the finish line. “Fuuuck.....,” he screams my name with his release and we just lie in a silent calm for several minutes before he removes his weight from me. “Come. Shower with me.” He doesn't have to tell me twice. I just wish I would have thought to pack an overnight bag.

Surprisingly, shower is exactly what we do.  That's all we do and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed.

Foamy suds run in rivulets down my body as he rubs body wash against my flushed skin. This seems personal, a little too personal. At least if we were being intimate it would more like what this is supposed to be. I can't afford a relationship with this man. No matter how attracted I am to him, I have to walk away. I won't jeopardize either of our careers over our mutual attraction. If he doesn't want to make the decision, I will. I have to.

I wish the haunting thoughts would leave so I could enjoy the rest of our night together.

When he finishes caressing me from head to toe, I return the favor and bask in his moans as I clean the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. He places a chaste kiss on my lips before cutting off the water and climbing out. Wrapping a plush towel around his chiseled hips, he walks back towards me with another towel in his outstretched hands and I gladly walk into him, letting him envelope me in the soft cotton.

He seems in a rather somber mood considering how the last hour has played out and I wonder if he feels the same way about whatever this is. I shouldn't feel saddened by the thought, but for whatever messed up reason I am. For once I want to feel like I have some sort of control over my life. Eric controlled my actions while we were together and again after he left me a broken husk of a girl. No more. I will not be subject to the consequences of someone else’s actions or decisions.

Following him out of the bathroom, I watch blankly, as if my mind's in a fog of denial. Damn that body. Does it have to be this way? Could we try? Or is this just sort of a game, set, match for him? Find the girl, nail her and move on? That's the problem isn't it? I don't know him at all. He doesn't know me. In a perfect world I'm sure we could make it work. Unfortunately, this world isn't perfect and I never get what I truly want. I just have to accept this for what it is.

I sit at the end of the bed and continue to watch as he pulls a pair of boxer shorts out of his dresser. He drops the towel from around his hips and it falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, looking like my thoughts. Dejected.

He pulls the shorts up, covering those sexy little dimples on his ass and I avert my eyes. They travel up the rest of the length of his gorgeous body. Tiny beads of water are dripping from his still wet hair, rolling down the muscles of his well developed back. Bending down he picks up the discarded towel and brings it to his head, rubbing brusquely to divest his silky mop of most of the moisture still lingering there.

He turns around with a small smile playing on his lips that quickly fades once he takes in my morose expression. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks, walking to me and bending down so he's on my level.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.” The lie slips easily off of my tongue, leaving my mouth tasting like dry parched sand. Swallowing hard I continue, “Do you have something I can sleep in?” I force the corner of my mouth to lift, hopefully, successfully ridding him of his concern.

Hooking the towel around my neck, he pulls me closer to him, crashing his mouth onto mine, breathing fire into my mouth that instantly parts to let him in. I immediately return his kiss with a frenzy I had no idea I possessed. He pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my torso, bringing his increasingly swelling cock just inches from my mouth and I can't help but lick my lips.

Pulling the tucked corner of the towel out from between my breasts, he bares me to his steamy gaze and he makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. The way he's looking at me with a deep hunger in his eyes sends all of my willpower to try and remain passive to my feelings right out the window along with my resolve that this thing, whatever it is, will remain a one night affair.

“You could always sleep like this,” he says with the sexiest of grins. I could look at him all day long and not get bored. That's how I know I'm in deep shit here. I'm not strong enough to walk away even if I had to. He's stripped me literally and left me completely defenseless to him.

And that's exactly what I did, curled with my ass snuggled on his thighs, his cock lying thick on my back. Believe me; we made use of each one of the six condoms he brought to bed earlier.

With all of my previous thoughts vanished from my mind, I fall asleep, his strong arms holding me safely, as if that alone chased away all of my prior objections. Well that and all the amazing sex.

Mixed signals

Julian

I know she has doubts. I'm as sure of it as Football season starting in a couple months. I have my reservations too. Most women look at me and see dollar signs. She seems different though. She's in sports journalism and didn't even know who I was. Growing up, I learned if you want something bad enough you go for it. Whatever it takes, doubts be damned.

She snuggles her ass closer, resting it against my upper thighs as her light snoring touches my ears and I know she's asleep. Right now I think it's going to take time, distraction and a whole lot of convincing that what we could have is okay. Shit, I'm gonna need some convincing on that front too. Either our careers will make us stronger together or pull us apart. It's all a matter of opinion, really, and right now the only two that matter are ours.

I try to shut my brain off, the doubts trying to weasel their way deeper into my thoughts. Snaking their way into my happiness, like tendrils of smoke trying to choke out the positives. Maybe I do need some opinions, whether I want them or not. Maybe they'll dissuade my fears that she's justified in her worrying.

I slowly drift to sleep, holding her tighter against me, replaying our intimate... sex, love making, fucking? Whatever it was, it was amazing and I want so much more of it. Tomorrow's another day. Her moans and crying out to me is the last thing I remember before passing out, heavy for the night.

                                *****

My fists hit the bag hard.

I left Tanya sleeping peacefully in my bed. She looked too damn cute to wake up so early. Sure, I know she has to work this morning, but I should be back to my place before she wakes up anyway, being five am.

Not really sure what time she had an alarm set for, I left her a sweet note letting her know I had run to gym and that I'd be thinking about her while I was gone.

The gym is empty this early in the morning except for Sonjia, the one staff member that was here even before I was. She is in charge of keeping the place clean and making sure it doesn't stink like the occupants. I've seen her checking me out before and it never bothered me but for some reason, I'm bothered by it now. Feeling self conscious, I look away after noticing her watching me.

She's definitely pretty in a complete opposite from Tanya kind of way. For one she's taller than me. As for the rest, she's brunette where I prefer blondes and she's just too stick thin. I think anyone of my build would break her in half just kissing her. Not to mention she dresses just a little too skanky for my taste, especially when she's coming in to a gym for the sole purpose of cleaning. She has gold digger written all over her face. I'm not so full of myself or stupid to believe I'm the only one she checks out or shows interest in. She's most likely trying to sink her claws in any one of us or maybe more than one of us. She reeks of bad news and I would never want any part of it.

Wiping my face with my towel and draping it around my neck, I turn to hit up the treadmill and pull up short when she's standing right behind me, hand outstretched towards me.

“Oh. Sorry, I was going to ask how you're doing today Julian. I haven't seen you in a few days.” The look on her face as she licks her lips and stares boldly into my eyes tells me she may have had other intentions.

“I'm good. Have to get home to my girlfriend.” Why the fuck did I just say that? Right; to discourage her. I'm not disappointed by my earlier assessment of the situation when her face falls, looking like I've just stolen her favorite candy.

“You have a girlfriend? You've never mentioned her before.”

“We haven't been seeing each other long actually.” Her face lights up at my announcement. I decide to shut the door to her hopes in one swift statement. “Well we've known each other for a while and I've been interested from the start. So you could say I'm doing better than good, fantastic actually, now that she's agreed to be with me.” I paste a huge grin on my face. Who cares if I was acting like an asshole, dashing her hopes into a shallow grave. I had to make myself perfectly clear. She doesn't seem like the type to give up easily. In my case I hope she proves me wrong.

She reaches her hand for me again and places it on my forearm and squeezes gently, batting her eyelashes in a pathetic attempt at seduction. “If you ever change your mind, I'm interested. You know where to find me.” She saunters away, swaying her hips a little too dramatically, she looks almost desperate. I only feel a little bad for her as I skip the treadmill and the shower in favor of getting home to my girl, hopefully still in my bed.

Tanya's sprawled out on her back, only half covered by the sheet, the comforter tossed onto the other side of the bed.

Sitting down beside her, I gently move a silky strand of hair that's covering her eyes so I can look at her angelic face. A face I wouldn't mind waking up to every morning.

My phone rings in my pocket, making her moan.  She grabs the pillow next to her head and shoves it over her face, turning away from me. She stretches her arm and pats the bed several times. “Julian?” she whispers my name like a prayer leaving her lips.

“I'm right here, baby.”

She rolls on her back once again and blinks at me before rubbing the sleep from her eyes that take in my appearance, noticing my attire and no doubt sweaty state. “You left?” she asks as she sits up and pulls the sheet over her chest.

“I went to the gym. I need a shower. Care to join me?” I'm not going to lie; part of me thought she wouldn't be here when I got back. The memory of waking up to her having fled from my house plays on a pretty steady loop.

I know it's because I never want it to happen again. I'm not saying I want her to move in with me but if she spends the night, I want to wake up with her next to me, not a memory of her in my thoughts.

“What time is it?” she asks while looking around my room for an alarm clock.

My phone rings again in my pocket. This time I choose to deliberately ignore it, unlike last time where I forgot all about it as soon as I heard her silky voice.

She can't see the clock because it's on the side wall behind my back. I don't use a traditional alarm. My phone works just fine. I twist my upper body so I can see the time. “It's just after six. What time do you have to be in to work?”

“Not until nine. Plenty of time for that shower,” she says with a promising grin and winks at me as she gets up, the sheet pooling at her feet as it falls away from her, baring her gloriously naked body, every perfect inch of it to my hungry eyes, making my cock throb and ache to sink deep inside of her again and again until I couldn't possibly last another stroke.

I gesture with my hand for her and say, “Lead the way sexy,” and follow her into the bathroom, my eyes never leaving her tight ass. I wonder if she's into ass play. There are plenty of things that I wonder about her sexual preferences. We'll get there soon, but right now I'm going to take whatever it is she's willing to give me and we can ease into the rest of my kinks later.

“How do you like your eggs?” I ask, turning around to see her staring intently into her glass of orange juice.

“Hmm?”

I let out a nervous laugh and repeat my question.

“Oh, sorry, just thinking. I'll take them however you're having them. I'm easy.” Her face falls suddenly and I walk the short distance to her and cup her face in my hands.

“I know what you're thinking. Don't okay? Don't feel that way. I don't think either of us could fight the chemistry between us. It would have happened sooner or later. Why torture ourselves?” Her eyes bore into mine and she slightly parts her soft lips invitingly and I oblige, taking her mouth in the softest of kisses. “You're not easy. I had to work hard to find you. I'm glad I didn't have to work as hard to have you.”

I turn around and walk back to the counter and crack several eggs onto the skillet. Over easy it is.

Breakfast is eaten in silence, our eyes meeting each other's several times. Stretching my arm across the island separating us, I take her hand in mine, rubbing my thumb against her palm in a soothing gesture. “Are we okay?” I ask, because right now I'm really not too sure.

“Of course, I just have a lot on my mind. Can you give me a ride home so I can get ready for work?” She smiles at me, showing me her perfect teeth. “I would rather stay here with you all day but I honestly don't think my boss would like that very much.”

“Call out sick,” I tell her, not at all ashamed.

Shaking her head, she laughs, “I can't do that. I haven't been there very long. It won't look so good on my record.” Her voice gains a few octaves at the end and her eyebrows lift as she takes in my shit eating grin.

“I’m just kidding tiger. Damn you're cute when you're feisty.” I laugh again and get up to clear our dishes away. I can feel her stare as I bend to put the plates in my dishwasher and when I turn towards her I find her chin perched on her fist while she watches me.

“Ready?” I ask as I pass her and stop in the living room, waiting for her to catch up.

“Let's go. I don't want to be late for work,” She says in answer and opens the door that leads down into my garage.

“You have a bike?” she squeals and rushes towards my beast tucked away in the corner. “I didn't notice this last night.”

“I think we were a little too preoccupied last night to notice anything in the garage, don't you?” I come to a stop next to her and she looks at me with a shimmer in her eyes that tells me she wants to ride. I grab the extra helmet that's not hanging on the handlebars off of the shelf just above our heads and hand it to her. “Put this on,” I tell her before snatching mine from the bike and putting it on.

She looks so damn cute as her eyes go wide with excitement. After pulling the tie from her hair so it can cascade down her back in golden waves, she gently places it over her head.

Climbing on the bike, I pat the seat behind me in invitation and she joins me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Turning the key and pushing the button to start my machine it rumbles to life beneath us and she squeezes me tighter, effectively pressing her chest tightly against my back. I think this is going to be the best ride I've ever taken.

I'm surprised when she automatically leans into the turns with me as we whip down the small streets towards her house. I don't think this is her first time and an ounce of jealousy finds its way through my veins as I imagine who she's rode with before.

Her hands start to slowly caress me as we ride and it's doing things to me in my southern regions that I really don't need going on right now while I'm concentrating on handling the bike. I'm not complaining. I'm enjoying it. Too bad I have to bring her home. I can think of a little private spot that I could take her to have some more alone time before I have to drop her off but we just don't have enough time. It's a shame really. I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of her body entwined with mine.

All too soon we pull into her driveway and she unwraps herself from my body, climbs from the back and stands on shaky legs. I reach out a hand to steady her and she accepts it, leaning into my touch.

I pull the helmet off and place it in my lap. “Do you have to go to work?” I ask, already knowing the answer but figuring I should ask anyway.

“Unfortunately.” She looks at me sheepishly, almost shy.

“What are you doing after work?” I ask her, wanting any and all time she's willing to give me.

“I promised my friend Ashley that I would help her with studying tonight. Sorry,” she answers, looking apologetic. Her hair's windblown from our short ride and again I wish she would just say fuck work and spend the day with me but that's not very professional and I couldn't very well do what I'm asking so I shouldn't expect her to be able to.

“Okay. I'll text you later. Have a good day.”

“I'll try,” she giggles her reply. “Sorry. I just know what I'll be thinking about all day so I don't know how productive I'll be.”

She bends to give me a tender kiss and without another word she sprints up to her door. I watch her short dress blow in the breeze as she turns to wave goodbye and is quickly pulled inside the door, presumably from one of her brothers. I'm going to have a little talk with them. I don't know what their hang-ups are, but I plan on finding out.