Stories for When the Sun Goes Down (Sexy Anthology) (6 page)

“Jesus,” he muttered pulling back. “I’ve
waited so long to kiss you, hold you. I didn’t think you would want to, what
with me like this, all messed up and—”

“Ray.” I rested my index finger over his
lips. “Please, don’t say that. I think you’re gorgeous, beautiful. And if it
wasn’t for these marks on your face then you wouldn’t even be here, let alone
be kissing me.”

“And I would never have even know what I’d
missed.” He trailed his finger down my neck, to the hollow of my throat and
onto the first rise of my breast.

I hitched in a breath. My nipples were
engorged, the flesh around them heavy. Was this really happening?

“I want to make love to you, Lisa,” he
whispered, cupping my breast through my sweater. “I want to show you the depth
of my feelings.”

Darts of desire shot through me. Causing
my pussy to clench and my clit to swell. Ray wanted to make love to me. But my
goodness, it had been so long, years since I’d given my virginity away. There’d
been no one since Patrick. Would I still know what to do? Or would I be a
disappointment to Ray? A man of the world, a man who had no doubt bedded a
hundred women in his previous, wild lifestyle.

“Everything about you is perfect,” he
murmured, kissing across my cheek and onto my neck. “Shall we lose this?” He
tugged at my fleecy top.

“You want to make love here?” I asked,
tensing.

He stopped kissing me and pulled back just
far enough to look into my face. “It would be appropriate for our first time
since we met here, July eighth, last year, in this very hide.”

Despite my nerves I couldn’t help but
smile. He’d remembered the date too. “It’s just…” I glanced down at the hard
bench.

“You’re right,” he said. “Too
uncomfortable. Let’s try this.”

He stood, reached into the box that held
blankets and covers for use on cold nights and frosty dawns and began shaking
them out. Spreading them on the dusty floor in thick layers.

As I watched his movements, swift and
sure, his big body agile in the small, dark hide, a heat grew within me.
Suddenly I saw Ray with different eyes. Yes, I’d always thought he was sexy as
hell and there was definitely something about him that turned my insides to
mush and made me want to lick him all over. But now, watching him preparing a
bed, a place for us to lay down and make love, a whole new glut of sensations
besieged me; anticipation, possession, lust of the I’m-gonna-rip-off-his-clothes-right-now
variety. I trembled, a good tremble and took a final sip of my whiskey-laced
tea, noticed the shake in my hand as I set it on the bench.

“Here we go, baby.” He kneeled on the soft
woolen blankets and held out his hand. “Come down here, it’s much better than
the bench.”

“What if someone comes?” Clasping my
fingers in my lap, I glanced at the door.

“We’ve been here a hundred or more times.
No one has ever disturbed us. We have hours and hours alone in here.”

“But what if they do today? I’ll be
mortified if someone from Wirral comes in and sees us… you know.” The image of
us naked and humping on the floor flooded my mind. What would our fellow
twitchers think if they saw us like that?

“I promise you they won’t.” He peeled off
his sweater revealing a wide, muscle-packed torso, a rainbow of tattoos and a
dense thatch of black chest hair.

I fiddled my fingers a little more, aching
to touch him, longing to feel his flesh against mine. “You can’t promise me
that,” I said, struggling to think straight. I’d seen his bare chest one other
time, when it had been hot and he’d stripped his t-shirt off on our walk to the
hide. The memory had stayed with me, but even so, I was still bowled over to
see his fabulously decorated skin once more and the divine shape of his
shoulders and abs.

“I
can
promise you that, baby.” He
urged me down beside him. “And do you know why?

I shook my head as I slid to the blankets.

“No one will disturb us because they’re
afraid of what they’ll walk in on.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Feeling bold I
rested my palms on his pectoral muscles. My skin was pale against his, my hand
small on his body. He was hot, hot and hard, and his muscles were solid, like
they were storing an untold amount of power for when he needed it most.

“Because they already think we’re
shagging, that’s why,” he said with a grin.

“No,” I gasped. “Whatever makes you say
that?”

He laughed, a deep rumble of a sound that
would have surely scared a few marsh harriers if they’d been close enough to
hear. “Er, because we’re always together, we never partner anyone else. Hell, I
barely speak to anyone else when you’re around. They all think we’re an item
already.”

“Do you really think so?”

He brushed his lips over mine. “I know
so.”

I smoothed my hands up to his shoulders, hardly
believing that he was mine to touch after all of this time just wishing and
dreaming.

“So shall we make it official?” he asked
and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I think so.” A small tremor of nerves
went through me. Shook my spine and wriggled all the way to my fingertips.

“Hey, what’s the matter? Are you cold?”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“Good, because you should definitely take
your top off,” he said, reaching for the base of my sweater again.

“Ray, I…”

“Lisa. What is it?” He stilled. “Have you changed
your mind about me?”

“No, no, not at all, it’s just…” I stared
down at my folded knees and the fluffy lilac blanket spread beneath us.

“Tell me?” he said, stroking his palm over
my hair.

I looked into his eyes. They were full of
concern, anxiety, fear even. I had to tell him. “It’s just, it’s been a while
for me, since I, you know, had sex.”

“Is that all? Blimey, you had me worried
then.”

“But, what if I—?”

“If you’ve what? Forgotten how to do it?
Come on, it’s like riding a bike. Or so I keep telling myself.”

“But, I… what did you say? You keep
telling yourself that, why?”

He smiled, a perfect genuine smile that
softened his features and drew his mouth wide. “Baby, since my accident I’ve
changed my lothario ways. There has been no one since I got out of hospital.”

“But that was over a year ago.”

“Tell me about it.”

He shifted on his knees and I glanced at
his groin. There was a definite space issue going on in his jeans. “Oh, well,
I’m sorry, I…”

“Don’t be sorry.” He reached for my top
again and this time I let him tug it over my head. “Let’s just accept the fact
that we’re both a little out of practice so if things don’t go quite to plan we
may have to give it another go.” He grinned cheekily. “Or several more goes.”
He dropped his attention to my bra. A pretty white affair with a tiny daisy at
the center of the cups. “However with you looking like a dream wrapped in a
wish with sprinkles on, I’m guessing it’s going to be pretty damn perfect for
me no matter how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his mushy
words, but only for a second because then he laid me down and hovered above me.
“Ray!”

“Lisa,” he said on a heavy breath as he
found the front clasp on my bra and released it. “You have no idea how much I
want to adore you.”

My aching breasts slipped sideways and he
wasted no time palming one and kissing over the other.

I touched his head, tugged the beanie off
and wound my fingers into his hair. Sighed as he pulled my nipple into the heat
of his mouth. Damn it had been so long since a man had kissed me there, and had
it ever felt so good? No, I was pretty sure it hadn’t.

“So sweet,” he murmured, switching his
oral treat to the other nipple.

I arched my back, pressing myself into
him. Suddenly I wanted more, more of everything. More of what had been missing
from my life for so long. “Ray, please, let’s…”

“Let’s stop wasting time? I couldn’t agree
more.”

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached
for the buttons on my jeans. I studied his face as he worked the material down
and over my feet. The darts of sunlight on his scars made them look like satin
ribbons draped over his cheek, and the determined set of his jaw made my heart
rate rocket.

This big, devastatingly sexy man who had
won my heart wanted me.
Really
wanted me. Little shy Lisa was about to get
the ultimate trophy.

“Are you trying to finish me off,” he
muttered. “Have you any idea how many times I’ve sneaked a look at your arse
and wondered what underwear you have on.”

“You have?”

“Hell yeah. Never thought it would be a
thong so tiny and pretty that it is, quite honestly, a crime to remove it.” He
looped his fingers through the waistband and grinned. “Oh, well, maybe I’m not
that much of a reformed man.” With a flick of his wrist the thong was at my
knees, two seconds later it was off and discarded with the rest of my clothes.

Stooping, he kissed my knee, my thigh, the
neat triangle of pale fuzzy hair at the juncture of my legs.

“Oh, God,” I said as I was hit with an
overwhelming need to feel him kiss lower, deeper, inside me.

“That’s it, open up.” He pushed my thighs
apart and settled between them. “Relax and let me make you fly.”

I was about to make a comment that I was
scared of flying, but Ray distracted me with his tongue by tickling it through
my soft folds and searching out my clit. Oh, he was good, so good and damn
accurate too.

A delicious wave of desire tore through me
as he set up steady rotations on my needy nub. I gripped the blanket and threw
back my head. Allowed him to work his magic on my clit that was swelling and
throbbing and building in tension.

Moans erupted from my throat and although
I’d felt shy when Patrick had done this to me, with Ray it was different, he
was enjoying it too. I could tell by the way he was exploring my pussy with his
mouth and fingers. Giving his own low groans of approval.

Suddenly he stopped, sat and wiped the
back of his hand over his mouth. “I want to come with you,” he said a little
breathlessly.

“Yes.” I held out my arms to him.
“Please.” I was wanton. No longer worrying about someone walking in or having
forgotten how to do it. I just wanted to make that connection with Ray, have
him plunge into me so I could grip his cock with my pussy and ride to a
mind-blowing satisfaction.

Ray stood, kicked off his jeans and toed
away his shoes. He had a dragon tattoo on his right thigh that I hadn’t known
was there. Big and bold it’s tail wound up to the leg of his navy boxer briefs.
I stared at the dragon’s fiery breath for a moment, but then my attention was
captured by something else.

His cock.

Thick and long it jutted upward from a black
patch of hair. The head was swollen and angry-looking, the slit already damp
with pre-cum.

“Condom,” he said, stooping and rummaging
in his jeans pocket. “I’m sure I have one somewhere… yep, here we are.”

He straightened and I watched fascinated
as he tore the wrapper with his teeth then smoothed the sheer latex down his
shaft. Taking his time, making sure it was properly rolled right to the root.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes.” I couldn’t help a gulp of
apprehension. Ray was big. Would I be able to take him?

His weight settled over me and I felt the
prod of his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to take it real slow okay,” he
whispered onto my lips.

“Okay.” I gripped his shoulders and spread
my legs wide, hooked my ankles over the backs of his thighs.

The smooth head of his penis pressed into
me. I tensed and gripped his biceps. “Ray!”

“We’ll fit fine, just relax.” He gained
more entry, pushing apart delicate tissue unused to being stretched by a man.
“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing, Lisa, I knew you would. So damn soft and tight.”

“And you’re so damn big,” I gasped.

He chuckled, in a strained kind of way,
and then rocked his hips, smoothing through my wetness until he filled me.

Pain and pleasure skirted together, barely
a line between them. “Ah, oh, Ray,” I called.

He silenced me with an open-mouthed kiss.
Swallowing my cries and groans and whimpers with his hungry, ravenous
plundering of my mouth.

He shunted in some more and his pubis
connected with my clit. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids as lust screamed
through my body. Fuck, that was what I wanted, just there, right on that bundle
of nerves. “Oh, oh, yes,” I gasped, breaking the kiss and clutching his
shoulders. “God, yes, don’t stop, please Ray, fuck me. Fuck me like that, just
there, oh…”

A deep moan rattled up from his chest.
“Sweet Jesus,” he said, “I hope you’re not hoping for a marathon session,
because hearing you speak dirty like that has just about got my balls
exploding.”