Gentleman Nine

  In fact, I did.

  Wrapping my hands around her face, I pulled her into my lips and expelled a breath of relief as I tasted her. She moaned into my mouth and my dick reacted, now ready to burst. As long as it had been since our one kiss all those years ago, the recognition of her taste was immediate. Except this time, it wasn’t going to end in just a kiss.

  With each moment that passed as I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, I became more lost in her. With each whimper and moan that travelled down my throat, I wanted to dominate her more.

  I spoke over her lips, “Are you wearing the thong I asked you to?”

  “Yes.”

  “Show me.”

  She broke away to pull down her skirt then turned her back to me, displaying her gorgeous, taut ass. I ran my hand along her skin and looped my finger inside the string laying within her ass cheeks. Unable to help myself, I pulled on it pretty hard.

  “I only want you to wear these when you’re with me. I want to see all the different colors. I love your ass in them.”

  “Okay.”

  Her thong was wet from the moment I first touched it. “They’re soaked. How long have you been wet like this?”

  She turned around to face me and grinned impishly. “Since you moved in.”

  A wry smile spread over my face. “Well, then, it sounds like I created a problem I need to take care of.” I boldly slid her hand down onto my cock and pressed it into me. “Feel this. This is what you do to me, except I finally don’t have to hide it anymore.”

  Amber closed her eyes and began rubbing her palm along my crotch as we faced each other. I reached down and massaged her clit before slipping my fingers inside of her hot pussy.

  “Fuck, Amber.” I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of her wetness as my fingers moved in and out. “My fingers are covered in your come.”

  I pulled them out and hovered over her as she writhed under me.

  “Watch me,” I said, unzipping my pants and taking out my rigid cock.

  She watched intently as I used her come that was still on my fingers as lube while stroking myself. Her eyes were transfixed on my hand moving back and forth. I couldn’t ever remember being this hard before sex. I loved watching her watching me. Amber bit her bottom lip as she reached down and began playing with her clit.

  Oh, fuck yeah.

  The only sounds were those of our arousal and skin rubbing together. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her fingers moving over the folds of her beautiful, blush pussy. I could have come all over the bed in five seconds if I let myself. There was no way I was going to waste this opportunity. I needed to pace myself. The only place I wanted to climax was inside of her.

  She stopped rubbing herself long enough to undo her bra, letting her beautiful breasts spring free. When she looked up at me, there was a certain innocence in her eyes. I had to remind myself that she’d only been with one man before me.

  Holy shit. I need to slow down.

  My eyes scrolled down her face, to her neck, and then once again landed on her breasts. I took some time to just stare at her creamy tits and erect nipples while my aroused cock hung in the balance, throbbing and ready to go.

  As much as I wanted to rub against her opening, I was covered in precum, so that was too risky. Much to my dismay, I’d left the box of condoms in my backpack, which was all the way on the other side of the room. I reluctantly pried myself away from her warm body and walked over to retrieve one.

  Amber sat up and gawked at my naked physique, which I fucking loved. I loved how badly she wanted me. Her eyes were glued to the tattoo at the base of my abs as I ripped the condom wrapper open with my teeth and slipped the rubber over my engorged cock.

  I couldn’t wait a second longer. I crawled over the bed and lowered my body over her before nudging her legs wide open and sinking inside of her. She let out a sound the moment I entered her, and it set me off like a rocket. But she was way tighter than I’d anticipated. I needed to pace myself, or else I was going to blow it in a matter of seconds.

  Her legs stayed opened as wide as she could spread them while her tight pussy enveloped my cock. It felt incredible. She was so wet that I didn’t worry about hurting her. Her hips moved under me, encouraging me to go faster as her nails dug into my ass.

  I’d wanted to go slow our first time, but I just couldn’t. It felt too damn good not to fuck her roughly. And it was what she wanted as evidenced by her body’s reaction as I pounded into her.

  So, I fucked her hard as if it were my one and only chance. A part of me feared she might regret this tomorrow, so I was taking advantage of this moment.

  Amber moved my head down onto her breasts, guiding my mouth to her nipple.

  Someone likes her tits sucked.

  Well, I just so happened to love sucking them—and biting them. I loved that she was showing me what she craved. I also loved that she was going to have marks all over her body by the time I got through with her.

  There wasn’t one part of me not connected to her. Our hands were locked. My mouth was filled with her perfect breast. My cock was moving inside of her.

  “I can’t believe I’m fucking you. You’re amazing, Amber. You feel better than anything. Tell me when to come. I’m just waiting to explode inside your beautiful cunt.”

  My words set her off. I felt her pussy convulsing around me. I could literally feel her orgasm squeezing my cock. It was at that moment that I finally let go, pounding into her while my hot cum filled the condom.

  Finally slowing my pace, I reluctantly pulled out, even though I wanted to just stay inside of her. The condom was so full it could barely contain my load.

  I got up to discard it and quickly returned to the bed. Placing my lips over hers, we kissed long and hard, and within a few minutes, I could feel my cock beginning to harden again. It wanted more.

  Amber sighed. A smile spread across her face. She seemed calm, sated, and a little dumbfounded at what we’d just done.

  Our faces were close when she ran her fingers through my hair and said, “Well, I’m officially screwed, because I don’t know how anything is ever going to top that.”

  My breath still ragged, I said, “Oh, believe me, I intend to. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

  I planted my head between her beautiful tits and listened to the sound of her breathing.

  After a while, she asked, “Should we go eat?”

  “Oh, you mean there are other things you want to do besides fuck me all night?”

  She bit her bottom lip and smiled. “The food will give me energy for round two.”

  “I guess we can break for food, but let’s shower first.”

  “Together?” She looked a little apprehensive.

  “Don’t be shy. I’ll take good care of you.”

  Amber lifted herself out of bed. My dick was most certainly ready to play again as I got a load of her stark-naked body.

  Following her into the bathroom, I made sure to grab a condom on the way—just in case.

  Once in the shower, Amber’s back was toward me as the warm water rained down on us. My dick was sandwiched in the crack of her ass as I alternated between washing her back and kissing her skin.

  “I need to have you again, but this time I want to watch my dick move in and out of you from behind.”

  “Fuck me,” she breathed as her arms trembled against the tile.

  Hearing those words come out of her sweet mouth made me crazy. I reached over to the sink for the condom and couldn’t get it on fast enough. Thank God I’d had the good sense to bring one into the bathroom.

  I slipped inside of her, placing my hands on each side of her ass to guide her over my cock. Watching my dick move in and out of her body from this angle was just about the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

  “Shit,” I groaned. “You feel too damn good.” This time, I lost it faster than anticipated. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Me, too,” she panted.

  My
orgasm came on suddenly as my body crashed into her.

  Pumping in and out of her slowly, I gently bit her ear and rasped, “I don’t ever want you to forget what this feels like, Amber. I know I won’t ever forget this.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of, that I’ll never be able to forget,” she whispered.

  ***

  We made our way to a steakhouse down the street. Despite the dim lighting, Amber’s face reflected a visible glow that I couldn’t help but take credit for.

  She was looking down at the menu, but my eyes were firmly focused on her.

  “What are you in the mood for?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “I’m not really that hungry. I just feel like I should eat.”

  My phone chimed. I refused to check it.

  “You can check your phone. I know you think I’ll be insulted, but I won’t.”

  “Nope. No need to. There’s nothing more important than just enjoying the moment right now with you. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

  “You’re stronger than I am. I would at least need to see who texted even if I didn’t respond.”

  “I don’t care who texted.” I leaned in so that only she could hear what I was about to say. “All I care about is getting something to eat so I can go upstairs and eat you.”

  She turned red. My eyes stayed fixed on her neck. I was much too proud of the marks I’d left on it.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re looking at me funny.”

  “I am? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. I guess I can’t help it.”

  “What are you thinking?” she asked. “Give me the honest answer.”

  “You really want to know?”

  “Yes.”

  Resting my chin on my hand, I stared at her for a bit before I said, “There are a lot of thoughts running through my head. I’m looking at you and thinking that I can’t believe I just fucked you—twice. I’m thinking that it felt better than I ever imagined and that I might be fucked if I think I can keep my hands off you for the rest of the week after today. And I’m already thinking about what I want to do to you when we get back to the hotel—namely discovering what your pussy tastes like. I’m enjoying every second of this day, and I feel like the luckiest man alive. I’m also wondering what’s going through your head.” I reached for her hand. “Your turn.”

  Amber’s face turned an even brighter shade of crimson that trickled down in blotches over her pale neck. “I can’t believe how good it felt. In fact, I still feel you in between my legs. I don’t want this day to end. That’s pretty much the extent of it. I won’t allow my mind to go anywhere else because I don’t want things to get complicated.”

  “Good. Just stay with me in the moment. This is what it’s all about.”

  The waiter served us our steaks, and about halfway through dinner, I had to use the bathroom badly. I hadn’t pissed since before we’d had sex.

  “I’ll be right back, okay?”

  When I returned from the bathroom, I noticed that Amber’s mood seemed a little off compared to before I left.

  “What’s up?”

  “Your phone went off again. I peeked at it. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s alright…”

  “It was Emily. Are you mad?”

  Shit. Talk about a mood killer.

  “Am I mad that you looked at my phone? No, and after the shit I pulled on you with Gentleman Nine, it wouldn’t be very fair of me to be mad, would it?”

  “Anyway, she wants to know if you’re around tonight.”

  “Well, I’m not, am I? I’m very busy, in fact.”

  Her lips curved into a slight smile, but I could tell Amber was still preoccupied with thoughts of Emily. I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t exactly made it clear what I was doing about that whole situation. I’d sort of temporarily abandoned it. There was certainly not enough mental energy in me to explore that issue tonight. All I really wanted to do was to go back to the room with Amber and forget about anything else.

  My dick could not be tamed. I looked down again at the marks I’d left on her neck and chest and suddenly felt the urge to leave and make a few more.

  Enclosing her legs with mine under the table, I said, “You feel like taking the food back to the hotel? I’m suddenly starving for something other than steak.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  * * *

  AMBER

  Channing said he would be working late Monday night, so it was the perfect opportunity to have Annabelle over for some girl time.

  It didn’t feel right divulging to her everything that Channing and I had done. Even though I shared things with my best friend pretty openly, he and I had agreed not to talk about our business with other people. While Annabelle knew the general gist of what was happening between Channing and me, I chose not to discuss any explicit details with her, and she respected my decision, for the most part. That didn’t mean she didn’t try to get info.

  She poured some wine for each of us. “You sure you don’t want to talk about Saturday?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay. But you’re good? Everything went okay?” She walked over to me, handing me a glass.

  “Yes. Everything was amazing. Too amazing. The only downside of the night was when his phone went off during dinner. He’d gone to the bathroom. I couldn’t help flipping it over and taking a peek. It was Emily texting him. Jealousy crept in. And feeling that way made me think that I’ve really been kidding myself that we can just stay friends.”

  “Okay, but you said you both agreed not to sleep with other people while this was going on, right? So, what are you worried about?”

  “That doesn’t mean he can’t have feelings for someone else or even see her. It just means no sex. Anyway, I’m mad at myself for getting so worked up over it. That sort of defeats the purpose of the casual sex arrangement, doesn’t it?”

  “Well, that’s the risk you take when you agree to something like this. I mean, he’s your friend. You care about him. When you add physical intimacy into the mix, those feelings are going to get all jumbled. You’re only human.”

  Swirling my wine around in the glass, I stared mindlessly at it. “I don’t want to feel this way. I want to be able to enjoy the pleasure that being with him brings without letting in any of the complicated thoughts, but it’s hard.”

  Annabelle took a sip of her wine and placed it down. “You’ll figure it out. I don’t envy you, though, and I do worry you’re going to end up getting hurt. But I’m not going to tell you to stop, because I don’t think I would be able to if I were you, either. You need this. I can only imagine that the sex is mind-blowing.”

  God, yes, it was. I hadn’t been able to think of anything else.

  “I’m pretty much going with it for the experience, knowing that I’ll probably get hurt and taking the risk anyway.”

  “So much of what we do in life is like that.”

  The front door opened, startling us. Channing was home from work. He wasn’t supposed to be back until much later. My heart started to pitter-patter. I wasn’t ready for this.

  Annabelle was beaming at the sight of him. It was the first opportunity she’d had to meet him in person.

  “Hey,” he said as he entered the living room. His eyes fell to the wine bottle and plate of cheese curls lying out on the coffee table.

  “Channing, this is—”

  “Annabelle.” He nodded, offering her his hand and a wide smile. “I know who you are. Really nice to meet you.”

  “I guess my reputation precedes me?” Annabelle grinned. I could tell she was really impressed that he knew her name.

  “Well, Amber’s mentioned you several times. I know you’re a good friend.”

  “It’s amazing meeting you, as well. I’ve heard so much about you.”

  “I’m certain you have,” Channing said as he took a seat on the couch. “Mind if I join in?”

  I hesitated. “Um…sure.”

/>   He poured himself a glass of wine before lying his head back. “Fuck. Today was a long day. I’m so glad to be home.”

  “I thought you were supposed to be working late.”

  “My meeting was cancelled. I was psyched about that. I’ve wanted nothing all day but to get home, eat a nice meal, and chillax.”

  Kitty ran into the room and jumped onto Channing’s lap. He gently rubbed her head as he sipped his cabernet. Chills ran through me as I thought about those hands on me—in me—a couple of days ago. It was impossible to be around Channing anymore without having the phantom feelings of him touching me, of him inside of me. I felt him all over my body even when he wasn’t around, but the feelings were even stronger when he was present. True to his word, ever since Saturday, he hadn’t so much as brushed up against me. Being without his touch after an entire day of drowning in him was harder than I’d ever anticipated.

  Annabelle couldn’t take her eyes off him. She had the goofiest grin on her face. I wished I could’ve smacked it away.

  He shocked the life out of me when he turned to her. “So, I’m assuming Amber told you we’re fucking?”

  The wine practically sprayed out of my nose. I grabbed a napkin.

  Did he just say what I thought he said?

  The room went silent. Annabelle looked like a deer in headlights. Then the goofy grin on her face returned in full force. The guilt was written all over her. She was making it very clear without saying anything that, of course, I’d told her.

  She looked over at me. “Umm…”

  He addressed her, “I mean, we can sit here and pretend like you don’t know, but we all know that’s not the case.” He glanced over at me and said, “Look, I know Amber tells you everything. She’s mentioned that to me before. So, I’m not stupid. When I first walked in, the two of you looked like scared mice. I’m certain you were talking about me, and that’s perfectly fine. Amber needs a good girlfriend to confide in. I’m happy she has that in you.”

  Annabelle seemed to be blushing now. “Well, thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.”

  “You’re welcome.” He kicked his feet up. “Amber tells me you have two kids?”