Adults Only Volume 2 Page 4

  “As soon as you do me,” I said and winked at him.

  The Kiss

  It started with a kiss. At a wedding. I had been a bridesmaid, but not the bride. But the kiss… It always starts out like that, with a kiss, doesn’t it? The kiss indicated to me that I was wanted, that he wanted me. It was the best feeling I’d ever had, to feel wanted. It was like he was telling me that I was special, that he liked me so much he’d kiss me like that. And the way he was kissing me now sent me into arousal mode. Suddenly, I was alive. Suddenly, I felt free. I was here, right here, right now and I was getting kissed.

  Long, luxurious kissing. Deep kissing. Then he touched my breast. He hadn’t told me I was beautiful but from the way he was acting, I knew he thought I was. My dark hair and blue eyes, my sun-kissed skin enticed him. It also didn’t hurt that he was good looking himself.

  Slow, methodical kissing was the best. It aroused every sense in my body; it made my nerve endings stand to attention. It made me so hot, that kissing, the way his lips touched mine, just barely at first, before going in for the kill.

  Ummm… More, more, more. I wanted more. It had been so long for me. I hadn’t been with a man in a while. I’d wanted to, sure. But it just hadn’t worked out. I’d been so busy with work and now here I was, right there in front of him, in front of his man, who was staring at me with a look of total lust.

  I wanted him so much I began to ache. The ache started in my panties, my vagina started to ache and swell with the need for him to touch me there but not before touching me everywhere else and all at once. Touch me! Come on, do it! Give me what I need, what I long for.

  He was going to do just that. That pleased me to no end, to finally have found someone who would follow through with fucking me and fucking me good. Would we still be friends in the morning? We weren’t friends now. No, we were strangers. We’d just met.

  I was picky. That’s the reason why I never got laid. But I was glad that I was picky because it made the effort of not getting laid worth the wait. I’d just been waiting for him… Him. Who was he?

  I pulled back and asked, “What’s your name again?”

  “Abel,” he said.

  Abel? Was that right? I thought he’d told me his name was Adam. Oh, hell, what did it matter?

  “And you are?” he asked with a grin.

  “Alexis,” I said.

  “We’re both A’s,” he said.

  A’s? I studied him then got it. Our names both began with A’s. Cool. Whatever. Could we cut the chitchat and get back to the kissing? But he was hesitating, staring at me with this intense look.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “I dunno. You’re just so beautiful.”

  I blushed and mentally thanked him. That was certainly refreshing to hear. Most guys just say something like, “You’re hot,” which is good but doesn’t have the same effect as beautiful. Beautiful meant he really, really liked you. I couldn’t help but smile. I really, really liked him too and told him that I thought he was, probably, the best looking man I’d seen in a while. He grinned and looked down, a lock of hair falling into his eyes and covering up those gorgeous baby blues. Oh, he was handsome. He was so, so handsome. And he thought I was beautiful. What more could a girl ask for?

  How about another kiss?

  I went in for another one but he stopped me, then glanced around us. I looked around too. We were alone, more or less. We’d met at my cousin’s wedding. I know, I know. It’s such a cliché for a single woman to hook up at a wedding. But I’d been in enough relationships to know that while marriage looked good, it was a big commitment I was hesitant to make. And I could buy my own damn ring. I was successful in every aspect of my life except this one, the romance department. But, as my just now married cousin Claire told me once, “There are a lot of fish in the sea. Be sure to sample as many as you can before you take home the best one.”

  I liked her advice. She was a smart girl and had married well. Good for her. But what about me? What about Abel? How about now?

  “Should we go somewhere?” he asked.

  I shrugged and noticed that I was coming back down from the kiss. We were outside the reception tent. There were still a lot of people partying inside. The bride and groom had made a run for it a bit earlier and now everyone was either passed out or still drinking and headed there. I had been about to leave when I’d noticed Abel staring at me from across the room. He must have noticed my awful grass green colored bridesmaid’s dress. But, hey, it was Claire’s wedding and not mine. I had conceded to the dress but as soon as his eyes met mine, I knew I wanted it off—in front of him.

  As we locked eyes, I felt something shift in me. And then, he walked over and held out his hand. I hadn’t seen him before but knew he was a former fraternity brother of the groom’s. He had that look, that well-groomed, successful look of a former frat boy. He looked slightly preppy and, well, really good. His suit was expensive but rumpled from sitting too long. I liked him immediately and loved the fact that he’d come over to me, that he’d approached me without hesitation, that he wanted me to… To do what?

  “Let’s dance,” he had said.

  I shook my head and laughed a little. “I don’t dance.”

  “Neither do I,” he said. “We can make fools out of ourselves together.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said. “But not a very good one.”

  So, I allowed him to drag me across the dance floor, which was still crowded at that point, and force me to dance to the God-awful sounds of a distant relative of mine butchering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart. And she was butchering it, hitting high notes when there were no high notes to hit, hitting them so high I was surprised the glassware didn’t burst into pieces.

  It was awkward at first. We didn’t talk. It was like we were the last two people in the room to finally succumb to the fact that we were the only ones not dancing so we’d better just give it a shot. So we tried.

  “Hold on,” he said and grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing waiter’s tray. The waiter stopped and eyed him. He handed me one and I was about to take a sip when he threw his back, replaced the glass on the tray and grabbed another one, which he also threw back.

  “Thirsty?” I asked and eyed him.

  He thanked the waiter who shrugged and walked off and then said to me, “No. Nervous.”

  I blushed a little. He had the jitters and that was so cute. It was so cute I could have eaten cotton candy with him or rode unicorns or something else equally as cute. But I didn’t want to eat cotton candy with him or even ride unicorns. I wanted something else entirely. It had been long enough and he was a good looking guy.

  “Shall we?” he asked and took me back in his arms. We swayed this way and that way, feeling and probably looking like fools, until he stopped and said, “I noticed you earlier.”

  “When?” I asked.

  “When you were up there with the bride during the ceremony.”

  “Oh,” I said, unsure how I should respond. I was glad he’d noticed, of course, but then again, sort of embarrassed as I had been very hot and slightly irritated that the dress was not only pinching the hell out of me at the zipper but was also quite scratchy. I swear I think my cousin went out of her way to get the worst dresses available. I wondered if she’d gotten them on clearance or something. But, yeah, I was a little embarrassed because I was sure I’d made some really bad faces of irritation when I’d been doing my duty for my cousin’s nuptials.

  “You’re the best looking bridesmaid ever,” he said, nodding.

  “Thanks,” I replied and gave him a little smile.

  “I’ve been to a lot of weddings,” he said. “So I should know.”

  I nodded. Okay. “Have you ever been the groom?” I asked.

  “No, not yet,” he said. “You ever been the bride?”

  “Hell no.”

  He threw his head back and laughed, breaking the tension that had been building between us. I
laughed with him and then he gave me a deep, quick hug and whispered, “Not only pretty, but funny too. I’m a lucky guy to meet you.”

  “You might be luckier than you think,” I said and raised an eyebrow at him.

  He stared at me, getting my meaning. He knew what I meant and I wanted him to know what I meant. I wanted him to do something. I wanted to see if he and I could be compatible enough to get the party started between us. That’s what I wanted. Would he do what I wanted? Did he have the balls?

  He did. He had the balls.

  Before I could blink, he kissed me. Just like that. Yes, just like that. He pressed his lips against mine and within a millisecond, I felt this surge of electricity go through my body. I was on fire. I pressed up against him, wanting more, and he gave me it to me, slipping his tongue into my mouth and then pulling back to kiss me hard.

  It left me weak in the knees, to say the least.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said.

  Did he just say that? Did he? Did he just invite me out of here? And to where?

  “Come on,” he said and took my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

  I was so glad he’d said that and he certainly didn’t have to repeat himself. I allowed him to take me by the hand and lead me out of the tent. I noticed several people watching us with disinterested looks as we exited the tent. I wanted to point at him and say to them, “Look what I got!” but I restrained myself. No point in being too obvious.

  But, yes, I wanted more. As soon as we were out of the tent, I looked around for a place to take him. The wedding had been held at an upscale estate that had an enormous garden surrounded by a high stone wall that was covered in wisteria. It was breathtakingly beautiful. And also dark which meant we would be out of sight from the other guests. So, we made our way over to a secluded part of the wall and he pushed me up against it.

  I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him again. He grabbed me back, kissing me hard, pushing his body up against mine, forcing me to be still so he could take control. I loved that. I have to admit it; I loved that. I have always loved a take-charge kind of man, especially when it came to matters in the bedroom. A man who could take control, especially when it came to fucking. That was the best kind of man to have around. If he could do that now, if he could take control now, what could he do later on? I could not wait to find out. I had to know. I wanted to know. It would only be a matter of time before I did.

  He stopped and said, “Should we go somewhere?”

  “No,” I said. “Let’s don’t go anywhere. Let’s do it here.”

  He grinned and said, “You’re adventurous,” before pressing his face into my neck.

  “I’m not,” I said. “But I don’t want to lose this.”

  “Lose what?” he asked breathlessly.

  “This feeling,” I said and gasped a little when he began to suck at my neck. No, I didn’t want to lose that. I didn’t want anything to threaten this. I didn’t care if we were where we were and there were some people milling around. I just did not care. We were in a secluded spot anyway. And besides, who would really care if they saw us? Everybody was drunk. I’d seen people kissing in public before. It didn’t bother me and I wasn’t about to let loose of him. I didn’t want anything to change and I didn’t want to leave his side. What would happen if he saw someone he knew and they engaged him in conversation before we could get away? I didn’t want to find out.

  He didn’t respond but I knew he felt the same way.

  And then we were so into it I didn’t even care that we were doing it outside like that. All that mattered was that we were doing it. Something had sparked between us to bring this out and we just went with it.

  His hands were all over me, all over my body. I ached to have them on my breasts so I thrust them out, inviting him to touch and linger there. He grabbed them up with both hands and squeezed them, pinching at the nipples slightly before bending over and licking my bare chest.

  “Mmmm…” I moaned and wanted to be naked so badly.

  He kept at it, squeezing my breasts before coming back to my mouth and giving me this really deep kiss that left me so weak I almost fell over. More of that, please, I thought. But then his hand went up under my dress, a finger slipping inside my panties and fingering me there, fingering my vagina, stroking the lips open and then diving in. I gasped with the good feeling it gave me, gasped because it felt sooooooo damn good!

  “God, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said and then sucked at my lips with his.

  I nodded and grabbed at his hard and throbbing cock through his pants. Oh, he was ready and he was willing. It was prefect that his name was Abel. He was definitely able, that was for sure. I stroked him a little, taking in the size and smiling at my good fortune. He was perfect.

  “Do it,” I told him. “Fuck me and fuck me hard.”

  He grinned and nodded. “I can do that.”

  I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it. Then he pushed me back a little and his hand went up my dress again, pulled my panties off. He got down on his knees. What was he doing? Oh. Oh! Without a word he was under that ugly dress and his head was between my legs, licking and sucking at me, at my vagina, at my pussy. He was making me come, which I did, within seconds. The way his mouth just took over down there, all I had to do was move one or two times and I was having the best orgasm of my life.

  I was still shaking and nearly breathless when he came back out. I grinned at him and he licked his lips, pressing them against mine and kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I could suck on it. And then he was pushing the skirt of my dress up and pushing my legs apart with his knee, getting into position to fuck me and without one word, his hard cock was ramming into my waiting and wanting pussy.

  “Ahh!” I moaned as he gave me a hard thrust. He held me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him into me for everything it was worth.

  Soon, we were fucking and we were fucking hard. I don’t know how he held it for as long as he did; we were that turned on. His face nuzzled my breasts and I grabbed the neck of the dress and pulled it so hard it ripped. But at least my boob was free for him to suck on and suck he did. He took the nipple into his mouth and I threw my head back in ecstasy. It was almost too much.

  And then I was coming again. Good thing, too because he was coming too. We were coming together and in no time we were orgasming. I shook with it. It was so intense, he let out a moan that sounded like a wild animal as it came out and splashed inside of me.

  And so we were finished. We’d done what we set out to do, what we knew we’d do as soon as I placed my hand in his and allowed him to drag me to the dance floor. We’d just fucked. It was the best of my life, that was for sure.

  “Thank you,” I said and kissed his cheek.

  “The pleasure was all mine,” he said and gave me a soft, nice kiss.

  “No, it was mine, I can assure you,” I told him and winked.

  We pulled apart and started getting our clothes back in order and, just as we did so, some drunk guy staggered past us and hollered, “Get a room!”

  He chuckled and glanced at me. “You want to?”

  “What?”

  “Wanna get a room?” he asked, staring at me.

  I nodded and grinned. You betcha!

  “And after that, you wanna get married?” he asked, grinning.

  I took his hand and said, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

  The Man of My Dreams

  I dreamed of him again last night. We were in a crowded theater and he kissed me behind my ear. He isn’t real, I kept telling myself as I drew closer and closer to him. He smelled like a pine forest. And apple cider. And odd combination but that’s a dream for you. Nevertheless, he loved me; oh he loved me so very much. And it was just like he was really there with me, touching my knee and holding my hand, making me feel warm and wanted there in the theater. But then the dream changed and then we were on the beach. And I was benea
th him. This time he smelled like bananas. But this could have been because of his suntan oil. He poured me a beer and handed it to me in a champagne flute. Let go, he kept saying. Let go of what? I wanted to make him touch me, but then we were in a palace doing a slow waltz in fancy satin. People clapped as he spun me round and round and suddenly I was falling, falling in my fancy dress, falling, falling, falling…letting go…falling… And then I woke up.

  As my eyes opened, I felt slightly shaky. It was the same dream, slightly different but basically the same. He and I doing strange, odd things. He and I being a couple. He and I dancing, watching a movie, drinking beers.

  It was such an odd dream. I’d been having it for months now. But I knew who it was about because I’d been having it since I laid eyes on him, about six months ago.

  The dream was about Gage, the man I was in love with, the man who didn’t even know I existed. The man who lived on the floor above me, the man I’d seen for a while now, ever since I’d moved into my new apartment.

  I turned on my side, hugging my pillow, thinking of him, of his broad shoulders and those masculine, muscular arms. Sometimes I’d see him in the elevator and he’d have on running shorts and a t-shirt. He jogged religiously. He loved to keep in shape and he was definitely in great shape. He had a handsome face and dark brown hair. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel and were framed with these dark eyelashes that emphasized them perfectly. He was tall, dark and so damned handsome it hurt just a little. But in a good way.