Man Candy (17 page)

“Give me a minute. I’m trying to stop myself from coming over there and fucking you ten ways to Sunday.”

“I want that. Bad,” I told him.

He let out a weighty sigh. “I want nothing more than to spend days inside you, but I need to do this right. Even though I seem to lose all reason where you’re concerned, I won’t take you drunk and I sure as shit won’t take you unwillingly.”

“You’re such a good guy.” I sighed exasperatedly into the phone. Right then I wished he was a bad boy who would come take advantage of me in every way imaginable.

“So I hear.”

“They say good guys finish last,” I informed him.

“Well I hope that’s true.”

“That’s not a good thing, Ben.” The snarkiness in my voice could not be missed.

“Sure it is. If the good guys finish last then that means I’ll be the last guy you ever give your heart to.”

Oh my God. He was so damn sweet, which only made me want him more.

“Stop saying things like that.”

“Why?” he chuckled.

“Because it makes me want to hump the shit out of you and I can’t because of your stupid no sex while drunk rule.” When he laughed, I snapped, “It’s not funny.”

“Sorry. I promise it will be worth your while having to wait another day.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

“You aren’t known to break your promises are you?” I asked suspiciously.

“Uh, not usually. Why?”

“Because I’m betting on you being really good. No two pump chump here.” I fist pumped the air in jubilation and started singing Missy Elliot again.

“Rissa, honey,” Ben interrupted my amazing performance.

“Yeah?”

“I can go all night.” His words along with their meaning made muscles in several different places spasm in a really great way.

“I’m going to hold you to that, mister.”

“It will be my pleasure to show you.”

“I can’t wait.” I yawned then and stretched out on the bed feeling exhausted all of a sudden. “The room stopped spinning. I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be over tomorrow afternoon to pick you up for our hike. Are you going to be hungover? Should I bring coffee?”

“Coffee before physical exertion? I don’t think so. I’ll drink a glass of water before bed. It should be fine. Night, Ben.”

“Night, sweetheart. And Riss? I’m glad you called,” he said before disconnecting the call.

I stared at the ceiling with a giant smile on my face for several minutes before dragging my ass out of bed. For as much as I hated to move, I needed that glass of water. No way in hell I was going to be hungover after the promise Ben made to me tonight.

Ben

The next day, I rang Rissa’s doorbell praying she wasn’t going to be hungover. Her being under the weather would put a serious damper on my plans for the evening.

After she drunk dialed me in the middle of the night, I ended up jerking myself off in order to fall back to asleep. Visions of her between my knees with her mouth doing heavenly things played in my head over and over.

When she had admitted to being horny and wanting me to come over, I struggled to stay in bed and not rush over there to see to her situation. Even when she wasn’t trying to be, I found her extremely arousing. There was no way for me to escape it.

After multiple attempts without her answering the door, I started to become concerned. I had told her two o’clock and even texted her earlier to make sure she still wanted to go. She had said she felt fine, but now I was worried she actually hadn’t.

Turning the doorknob, it opened easily and I made a mental note to remind her she should always keep her door locked. I called her name from the entryway, but she didn’t respond. The sound of music was filtering down from the second floor. No wonder why she didn’t hear me.

Her door was cracked when I got up to her room, so I nudged it open a little wider and the view I was confronted with had me pressing my lips together in an effort not to bust out laughing.

Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” was playing and Rissa was standing in front of a floor length mirror with a tight t-shirt and red satin underwear shaking her ass and singing like it was nobody’s business. Using a brush she belted the lyrics out into her faux microphone.

If her singing hadn’t been so horrendous, she would have put on a great fucking show. The way her ass swayed back and forth had me gripping the door so that I didn’t rush her and take her right then.

Maybe I could get her to give me a private show sometime. I wouldn’t mind seeing her in black lingerie swinging her ass around my lap.

I shook my head and berated myself for having those thoughts. They weren’t going to do anything towards getting me through the day. They were just going to make it harder on my self-restraint.

When the song ended, I slowly clapped my hands. Startled by the sound, she jumped three feet in the air and screamed like a heroine in a scary movie.

“Fuck you scared me! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” She placed her hand over her heart and took several deep breaths when she realized it was just me.

“I did knock but you were otherwise... preoccupied.” My lips twitched attempting to hide my amusement.

With a hand on her hip, she shook her head. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’.”

“Am I?”

“Yes. Especially if you don’t get your tight little tush over here and kiss me already.” Shock must have shown on my face at her forwardness because she gave me a provocative smirk and crooked her finger at me.

Hot damn.

I took a step forward but didn’t move all the way toward her. Something told me it would be more fun to play hard to get. “Why I do declare, Miss Darling. Something must have gotten into you if you’re trying to force your intentions on me,” I drawled.

“I’m hoping someone will get into me a little later.” She batted her eyelashes, the picture of innocence, then reached for her shorts on the bed and gave me quite a show while bending over to pull them on.

“You really are horny, aren’t you?” I asked in disbelief. Rissa had never been this forthcoming before. It usually took alcohol or some coaxing to bring her out of her shell.

“That and I like teasing you,” she said over her shoulder before turning around to face me.

“Careful. You sure you want to wake the beast?” I began stalking her until her back hit the wall.

“I was hoping you’d snap and lose control.” She sounded out of breath as her chest rose and fell swiftly.

“I’m thinking I might need a little snack to tie me over until dinner,” I whispered against her mouth.

“What kind of snack?”

I popped the button on her shorts and eased the zipper down in answer. Yanking on them until they dropped to her feet, I knelt down in front of her and pulled her panties aside.

“I’m thinking something Clarissa flavored.” My tongue ran along her seam and teased her clit, making her legs instantly buckle. I pressed my arm into her stomach to hold her up while I assaulted her with my mouth.

I could never tire of her taste. She was like sunshine and heaven all rolled into one.

“God you’re so good at that,” she murmured, her fingers threading through my hair.

Within minutes, she was circling her hips and seeking more contact from my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked hard and felt her come apart. I lapped at her, taking everything she gave me. When she slumped against the wall and continued running her fingers through my hair, I pressed my forehead to her stomach and willed myself to calm down.

I had a romantic dinner planned for us, and I didn’t want to ruin all the preparation that went into it by jumping her right then and spending the rest of the day in bed. For now the taste of her on my tongue was going to have to be enough to get me through.

“We need to get going,” I finally murmured before pressing a kiss to her stomach and pulling her shorts back up her legs.

“You don’t want to finish?” she asked in disbelief.

“Later. I meant it when I said we were doing this right. I have a plan. Let’s go.”

“Okay.” She still seemed unsure. To reassure her I took her lips in a searing kiss that showed her how much I wanted her. I only had a few more hours to go.

I could do it. Totally.

*****

I was beyond thrilled when our hike finally ended. I had chosen a moderately easy trail that I knew like the back of my hand, but today it had felt like it was going on forever. Mostly because my body was strung tight and edgy with anticipation.

“Are we going back to the bluff?” Rissa asked when she recognized the path the Jeep was taking.

“Yeah,” I confirmed and reached my hand out to rest on her thigh. She laced her fingers in mine and looked out the window. I absolutely loved how affectionate she could be.

I parked the car and rounded the hood, opening Rissa’s door for her. She jumped down and with her hand still in mine, and we started up the trail together.

“I’m so glad we’re coming back up here. It’s so peaceful and the views are just stunning,” she talked as we walked.

“I thought you might like it.”

The closer we got the more nervous I became. This had to go perfectly. All my other first impressions with Rissa had lacked finesse. I wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. I promised her it would be worth the wait and I was pulling out no stops in making that happen. As long as the weather held out and no one interrupted our privacy it should all go according to plan.

It was the weather that had me most concerned since we were so far off the beaten path that it would take quite a bit of searching for someone to find us up here.

When we made it over the rise, I was thrilled to see Ed and Ella were able to finish up the rest of the preparations after I left to pick up Rissa for our date. Solar lights twinkled from the trees. A pallet of blankets and pillows were set up underneath lanterns that hung from the branches. A cooler and basket sat next to the pallet along with a wireless speaker for my phone.

It was exactly as I imagined it would be. A small piece of anxiety fell off my shoulders knowing how perfect it looked.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

I turned to watch as she took it all in with wonderment. Every inch of our hard work was scrutinized, and I was a little worried that it would come up lacking, but she threw herself in my arms and kissed me hard. When she broke away, her hands framed my face, and her smile was brilliant. “This is the most special thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

Looking into my eyes, she said with a serious tone conveying just how important this was to her, “I more than approve. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I planted another kiss to her mouth before leading her over to the makeshift bed.

She sat Indian style on the blankets and watched as I set the food out. Ella had gone to town with a plethora of food—five different cheeses, assorted meats, crusty bread, grapes, olives, chocolate covered strawberries for dessert and of course a bottle of Prosecco.

“It looks delicious. Did you do all this yourself?” She gestured towards the all the food I set out.

I gave her my best hangdog expression. “Do I lose brownie points if I say no?”

“Let me think about it.” She tapped her finger on her chin and pretended to be deep in thought. “I guess not.”

“Well good because Ed’s wife hooked me up.”

“If it tastes half as good as it looks, you’ll have to tell me how to finagle an invitation to dinner at their house.” I knew Rissa loved to cook and from what Meredith told me her food was five-star cuisine all the way. This in no way compared to that, but I’m sure Ella would be grateful to know how pleased Rissa was with the effort she went to.

“Well eat up. You’re going to need your strength tonight,” I told her with a wink.

She rolled her eyes but picked up a plate and loaded it up with a little of everything. While we ate we discussed work and her night with Meredith.

When I broke out the chocolate covered strawberries her eyes widened and she licked her lips. Wiggling her fingers at the plate, she said, “Gimme. Gimme.”

“You know when I told you I’d rather have you quote that Britney Spears song I didn’t think it would be over food,” I teased, remembering the day of the signing when she called me a womanizer.

“God, I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember everything about you.” I stared at her, willing her to see the sincerity in my gaze.

“There you go saying sweet things again.”

“Sorry, but it’s not really an issue, now is it? Nothing’s stopping you from ‘humping the shit out of me’ tonight.”

“Sure there is. It’s called chocolate covered strawberries.” She laughed and grabbed the dish pretending like she was going to hoard them all.

“Oh I don’t think so.” I lunged across the blankets at her. Taking the plate from her hand, I set them aside. She tried to get past me to get them, but I easily pinned her down then proceeded to tickle her until she screamed for mercy.

“Okay, okay. You can have one,” she said in between laughs.

“Not good enough.” I renewed my efforts, finding a spot that was particularly ticklish.

“Two,” she shouted and squirmed.

“That’s more like it.” I kissed the tip of her nose before rolling off her. I grabbed the bottle of Prosecco from the cooler and refilled our glasses.

“To us.” I held my glass up in a toast and she clinked hers to mine. “To us.”

In no time flat, she devoured the strawberries, stopping only long enough to feed me the two she promised.

“You are so getting lucky tonight,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes as she licked the last of the chocolate from her fingertips.

“Good to know.” I stretched out on my back and beckoned her over. Night had descended and I was ready to move on to the next part of the evening.

Without any words, she got right down to business. She crawled across the blankets and straddled my legs. Her hands gripped the edge of my polo shirt and I sat up to help her get it off. Pushing me back down on the blankets with her hands on my chest, she trailed them over my skin making my muscles quiver under her attention.

Her fingers slipped the button of my shorts through the hole and gently eased my zipper down. I lifted my hips as she pulled the rest of my clothes off.

With a gentleness I had never felt before, she took me in her hand and brought me to her lips. Swiping her tongue across the head made my entire body jolt. It was almost too much and she had barely touched me.

When her mouth closed over the tip and she sucked me down her throat, I let out a groan of pure satisfaction. This right here was what I was talking about. Christ, she was good. Every twirl, lick and suck were pure torture with a twist of heavenly goodness.

“If you don’t want it, sweetheart, you better stop,” I warned when her hand joined the fray, and I found myself quickly on the edge.

Sucking me even deeper, I knew she wasn’t going to relent until I gave her all of me. Wanting to do just that, I let go. My muscles tensed, and I came down her throat with a hoarse shout.

She thoroughly blew my mind. When she finished tenderly lapping at me, she crawled up my body and removed her shirt and bra while I watched in utter fascination as she revealed each creamy inch of her porcelain skin.

My hands ran over her shoulders and down her chest. My thumbs teased the rigid tips of her nipples making her moan. Her head fell back as I slowly circled and tormented each one.

I pulled her forward, taking her breast in my mouth, lapping at her nipple before sucking it deep. She cried out and held me to her.

Sitting up abruptly, I rolled her to her back and kissed my way down her chest. My fingers worked at her shorts. She shimmied them down her hips, leaving her completely exposed to me.