Stroked Hard

  That’s all it takes. My pussy clenches, my clit throbs to unbearable measures, and I start coming, right there, with only a little bit of nipple play. The orgasm hits me harder than I expected, causing me to clench Hollis from behind for support. His erection pressing into my ass, his hips moving slowly, my hips matching the movements as I ride out my orgasm.

  “Fucking hell.” His voice is hushed, so . . . awed.

  Because of me.

  His hand moves off my breast, back down to my stomach. His breath is heavy, choppy in my ear, and I wonder what he might be thinking. He just made me come from touching my breast, and that’s never happened to me. Does he do that often to girls? If so, the boy has talent, that’s for damn sure.

  Slowing down, floating back to earth, I catch my breath and still, waiting for him to say something. The aftereffects are awkward. What does one say? Thanks for finally grabbing my nipple? That’s not weird at all.

  The silence is killing me. I’m about to say something when he disengages himself from me and turns away, his legs dangling off the bed. I turn to see his back tense, his muscles flexing and his head lowered.

  What is he doing? Is he going to leave? He can’t leave; he doesn’t have keys to get back into his place.

  “Um, everything okay?” I ask.

  He pulls on the longer strands of his hair and answers, “Yeah, I just need to go take care of something.”

  Take care of something, aka, his boner. But strangely enough, I don’t want him to leave.

  Getting up from my position, I saddle up behind him and place my hands on his waist. He immediately jumps up from the bed, his hand stuck in his hair and a look of pain on his face.

  Standing proudly between us is his erection, pushing up the fabric of his shorts. His words echo through my head as I stare down at him.

  Dude has cock.

  Sweet Jesus, does he have cock, all right. How does he stuff it all in his little Speedo?

  Tearing my gaze away from his crotch, I look up at his face. There is a light blush caressing his cheeks but his eyes are full of heat.

  He’s an erotic vision right now. His bare chest with a light sheen of sweat on it, his muscles flexing with intense movements, the way his shorts ride low on his waist, giving me the perfect view of the deep V of his waistline, and his erection.

  Fuck. Me. I want him so damn bad.

  “Uh, excuse me.” He starts to walk toward the bathroom when I stop him.

  “Don’t go.”

  “What?” He turns back to me, confused.

  “Do it here.” I swallow hard and add, “I want to watch you.”

  If I didn’t think he could get any sexier, then I was wrong, because right here, with his eyes blazing from my confession, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, I’ve never been more turned on.

  He doesn’t say a word, instead, his thumbs hook under the waistline of his shorts and he slips them down to the floor, letting them drop over his erection.

  Holy shit.

  My mouth waters from the sight of him, completely bare in front of me.

  I did this. I created this visual, and I couldn’t be happier with myself.

  His neck muscles strain, his shoulders tighten, and his powerful thighs spread slightly as his large hand grabs his long, thick erection. A light drop of pre-cum forms on his tip, and Hollis makes use of by smoothing it up and down his shaft. From the few strokes he’s made, his head falls back, and he makes the most insanely hot noise. A moan of epic, uterus-slaying proportions.

  I’m transfixed, obsessed. I can’t look away. He’s glorious.

  His hand rises and falls along his cock, occasionally tightening around the head. I watch, fascinated, committing each sound, each movement to memory so if I ever get a chance, I will work him the way he’s working himself.

  Yes, I want a chance. I want that night of unadulterated, filthy, hot sex with this man.

  As he continues to pump, his abs flexing, his forearms straining, I think, there is no way I can move on with my life without connecting with him, without having that one time with him. Not after the way he made me come just from touching my nipples. No freaking way.

  With his other hand, he reaches down and grabs his balls, rolling them between his fingers as he grips tighter on his cock. And then he looks at me. No, he’s not looking. He’s devouring me with a passion-filled gaze I’ve never seen on a man before. It’s like he’s on fire . . . for me. Slowly, his eyes roam every part of my barely covered body. And that is enough. A loud moan pops out of his throat and his fist pumps faster as his orgasm rocks through his body.

  It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

  When Hollis Knightly comes, you want to come right along with him.

  If only he was pumping inside me rather than using his hand.

  Chapter Thirteen

  HOLLIS

  I’m going to be bold and say best fucking night of my life so far. I’ve never jacked off in front of a woman before, but shit, that was hot. So fucking hot that I felt my orgasm rip through me with more force than I’ve ever experienced. My dick was twitching for at least an hour afterward.

  And after I cleaned up, what did I get to do? Climb back into bed with Melony and snuggle her into my body. She attempted to make more of the night with the way she was wiggling in front of me. She never vocalized her wants and needs, but her body language was obvious. She wanted more to happen, but I’m not that kind of man.

  I can’t even believe I went as far as I did last night. But the minute my fingers hit her breast, I was fucking gone. The noises she made. I needed to feel more. I needed to commit to memory how soft she was, the way her little nipple felt between my fingers. Fuck, just thinking about it now is getting me hard. She’s not large up top at all, but the perfect size for my palm with hard-as-fuck nipples.

  Shit.

  And when she asked to watch me to yank it, fuck, I thought I was going to come right there on the spot. It didn’t take me long to spurt everywhere, like a fucking teenage boy for the first time. I hope she doesn’t hold that against me, because shit, how could I not come that fast with her nipple still imprinted on my fingers, her greedy and hungry eyes eating me up with each stroke. Yeah, I was a total goner.

  Like I said, best night of my life.

  And now, I’m feeling the morning sun hit my back while Melony is cradled into my chest. She didn’t move once last night, didn’t even flinch, as if my body wrapped around her is the most comfortable way she’s ever slept.

  Fuck if that doesn’t make me pop my dick up with pride.

  This is everything I’ve ever wanted with this woman—her giving herself over, trusting me to hold her, to protect.

  I’m not saying she’s really done that, but given she let me into her place last night and allowed me to sleep in her bed, seems like she trusts me . . . at least a little.

  My peaceful moment with Melony in my arms starts to unfold as she begins to stretch. To hell if I’m going to let go, though. I’ll hold on tight and wait for her to scream murder before I let my arms unravel from the beautiful, sassy, and confused woman next to me.

  “Hollis,” she says in a scratchy morning voice. Fuck, my dick just grew thanks to her sexy-as-fuck sleepy tone. There is no doubt she can feel it, as I’m plastered to her back. Good thing for me, I’m very secure when it comes to my sexual appetite, I don’t mind showing her how much she turns me on. Personally, I believe it’s flattering to a woman.

  “Mmm, yeah, baby?” I nuzzle her hair with my nose, loving the way it smells. Hell, I washed myself with the same soap last night. I smell like a dickhead in lavender soap but shit that stuff smells good. I might have memorized the label so I could possibly buy myself some and use it for special occasions. You know, keeping things silky. Not because I want to smell like Melony or jack off in the shower to the scent. Not at all.

  “I have to get ready for work,” she mumbles, still sleepy.

  “Quit, I’ll hire you.”
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  She sarcastically laughs. “To do what? Trim your nipple hair?”

  Reaching up, I pinch the underside of her boob, making her squeal and rub against my cock. Bad move. “You know I don’t have nipple hair.” The words are a strain coming out as she continues to rub against my erection.”

  “You don’t, but what was it you wanted to hire me for?”

  I still her hips, because the friction is almost too much, and I’m not about to jack off in front of her again. Next time I come with her in the room, my cock is going to be buried deep inside her. “My cowlick. I need help making it go the right way.”

  “That’s right.” Before I can stop her, she pounces out of bed, her sexy little ass looking perfect in her lacy underwear. I take a moment to truly soak her in. That crop top she’s wearing will be the death of me since it shows off almost everything. Her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt, her skin is tanned and toned, and her hair is messed up just enough to make it seem like I spent the night running my fingers through it. If only that was the case.

  Reaching up, she plays with her hair, giving me a mouthwatering view of the bottom of her breasts. Is she trying to give me a goddamn heart attack? Because with the way she’s prancing around in barely anything has me panting, wanting more than anything to fuck her against the wall right about now.

  I swallow hard and say, “I should get going too.”

  She cocks her head to the side, her nipples are—oh fuck, her lips are slightly pouty. If only they were swollen from my kisses; if only her skin was tainted red from my beard running over it all night. Soon enough, it will happen.

  “You’re not even going to make me breakfast after letting you stay here last night?” she jokes, and I love how there is no awkwardness between us from last night. You know, since I beat off with her eyes fixed on me, watching my hand with precision, and then blew my load on her floor. Anyone else I’m pretty sure would be tiptoeing around me right now, especially since once again, I have an erection.

  “I can make you breakfast, what do you want? I’m really good at pouring cereal.”

  She looks down at my erection and then back up at my eyes, her suggestion makes me even harder. What the fuck, did I open the floodgates with her last night? Because she is a different woman.

  “Looks like you might have something else to offer up for breakfast.”

  “That’s not on the menu.”

  “Sure looks like it.” She winks, turns around, giving me an amazing view of her ass and then takes off her shirt, leaving her only in her underwear. Covering her breasts—barely—she turns to me and says, “I’m going to take a shower now. Thanks for the snuggle.”

  Then she’s in her bathroom, the shower turned on, leaving me with a hard-as-fuck dick.

  Shit.

  I can’t stay here. Knowing her, she’ll walk out naked and try to entice me some more. I’m going to do this right with Melony and a quick fuck in the morning before she has to go to work is not going to happen. So, I spring from the bed, make it to the best of my ability, and head over to her kitchen where I find Pop-Tarts in her cabinets.

  Holy fuck, this woman was made for me.

  She even has strawberry, my favorite. I grab a pack for her and one for me, because fuck, I can’t resist a Pop-Tart, and I put hers on a plate. I also make a cup of coffee with her Kuerig, putting a little creamer I found in her fridge and a dash of sugar, hoping that’s how she takes it.

  Finding a piece of paper in her drawer, I write her a note.

  Dear Boo Bear,

  Although I would have loved to see what you look like all naked and wet out of that shower, I know the temptation to fuck you senseless would be too great, and I have plans for our first fucking. A morning romp isn’t going to do it. So instead, I leave you with your breakfast – yes, I opened the wrapper all on my own – while I take off and make plans for wooing you. Have a great day, baby.

  Yours truly,

  Mr. Romantic, aka, your future husband.

  P.S. I will be jacking off in the shower to your tits later.

  P.S.S. I put cream and sugar in your coffee

  P.S.S.S. Did I mention your tits are hot?

  Pleased, I put everything on her bed, besides the coffee, don’t need that spilling, grab my items from last night, and take off to the apartment complex office, hoping they’re open so I can get into my apartment. Holly won’t be happy if I’m late to practice, which I’m not looking forward to since my muscles are still aching.

  ***

  “Tell me what’s going on.” Holly tucks her clipboard in her backpack as well as her whistle and looks up at me for answers.

  Can I just say, seeing her with her little pool bag, clipboard, and coaching book makes me so fucking happy? She’s in her element. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this. This is where she belongs.

  “What do you mean?” I dry off with a real towel, wrapping it around my shoulders and soaking in the warmth.

  “You’re happier than usual.” She studies me and then grimaces. The look on her face says it all. “Ew, don’t tell me you got some last night.”

  Chuckling, I shake my head. “Kind of gross you pointed that out, Holls.”

  “Well, it’s the only explanation. You’re usually a happy guy, but when you’re this happy it’s because something is going right in your love life. So did that girl finally give in?”

  There is no way in hell I would ever tell my sister about last night, at least the details because saying, “Yeah, Holls, I squeezed Melony’s nipple and then beat my dick off in front of her” would be more than uncomfortable. I don’t foresee her appreciating that kind of information from her brother.

  Instead of giving her the dirty details, I say, “She let me kiss her last night.”

  Holly raises an eyebrow at me. “A kiss? You’re this happy over a kiss?”

  Fuck yeah, I am. Even if things didn’t get mildly out of control last night, I would have still had this smile on my face, because damn it, Melony let me kiss her last night, and fuck if it didn’t consume me. I took it slow, made sure to tempt her enough to want me more. When I pulled away, from the look in her eyes, I knew I had her just where I wanted her. She’s dangling, waiting for me to make my next move. She won’t know what hit her.

  “Yeah, I’m excited about a kiss. Believe me, any crack in that strong façade is in a win for me.”

  “Really? What do you think her issue is?”

  “What do you mean?” I dry off and put on my mesh shorts and T-shirt. With my hand, I comb my hair to the side, out of my face.

  “I hate to stroke your ego, because I fear it will get bigger than it already is, but I know you and the pursuit you put into creating a relationship with a woman. It’s hard to believe she wouldn’t want to say yes to you.”

  “Aw, sis.” I scruff her hair with my hand. “Look at you paying me a compliment.”

  “Don’t touch my hair,” she reprimands, straightening out her messed-up strands. Together we make our way to the weight room where we both workout together. It’s one of the things Holly really enjoys doing. “Seriously though, why is she so closed off?”

  I walk beside her wheelchair and try to think of Melony’s cues. Why has she been so resistant to our obvious connection. Nothing really comes to mind besides when we were driving home from Reese’s house. She was upset when I didn’t hold her hand like I said I would. I made a mental note to always follow through on what I promise. That seems to be important.

  “Not sure,” I answer, pulling my phone out of my bag to check my messages. “I think there might be something with her past but I can’t quite figure it out. But you better be damn certain I’m going to find out.”

  “I have no doubt in my mind you will.”

  Holly rolls into the weight room first as I walk in behind her, checking my phone for a message from Melony. I had barely enough time to get the front office to open my condo and let me in before I had to get to practice. This is the first moment
of downtime I’ve had.

  Melony’s name pops up in bold on my messages. Fuck, yes!

  Melony: Pop-tarts? You’re such a gourmet chef. And about that temptation, it was a one-time offer. Too bad you missed out.

  Fuck that. It’s not a one-time offer. There is no way in hell. Doesn’t she know me at all? I don’t quit until I get what I want and what I want is Melony in my bed—in my arms—for the rest of my fucking life.

  Bold? Yeah, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. When you know, you know. And I fucking know I’m supposed to be with that woman, now I just have to convince her of that.

  I type back a response.

  Hollis: I didn’t miss out on anything, baby. We’re just beginning.

  I’m smiling like a dickhead, my head attached to my phone when I bump into a broad shoulder. Looking up, I see Reese with his phone in his hand as well. Nodding at him, I ask, “Texting your girl?”

  “What do you think?”

  Leaning a little forward, I answer, “Sexting for sure. Send her a pic of your weenie?”

  “Why the fuck would I do that?”

  “Because it will look bigger on the phone.” Where is my drum set to ring off my joke?

  “Fuck off.” Grabbing my phone out of my hands, he asks, “Who are you talking to.”

  “No one,” I answer, pulling my phone back just in time to feel the vibration of Melony’s reply.

  Raising a knowing eyebrow at me, Reese says, “No one? Seems like someone since you are being a girl about holding your phone.”

  “I’m not being a girl, I just don’t want you to think you can take a picture of your small dick on my phone. My phone can only zoom in so far, Reese.”

  Shaking his head, he calls out to Holly. “Hey Holls, Hollis just told me he’s excited about weighted box jumps.” He smirks at me, knowing damn well weighted box jumps are the devil’s workout.

  “If she makes me—”

  “Good,” Holly calls out. “I just added them to today’s workout.”

  Pleased with himself, Reese walks away. “Fuck you, man,” I call out, only to hear his laughter trail behind.