STROKED (The Stroked Series Book 1)

  I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my life.

  Unable to control myself, I grip both of her breasts, causing her to spring up from the bed and wrap her arms around my neck. She connects our lips together, our frenzied moans intermingling.

  My cock is harder than fuck, begging to be released from the confines of my shorts. Even though her lips were recently wrapped around my length, I still want more. I need more. There is a weight resting heavily on my chest, needing that one last release, the moment where I connect with her, sink inside her to feel the tight clench of her pussy.

  “Are you on the pill?” I ask in between kissing. She nods. Does she have the same thoughts as I do? From the gentle smile on her face, it’s as if we just exchanged a silent agreement—that we both trust each other, a mutual respect for one another.

  “Good,” I rasp out. “Because there is no way in hell I can fuck you with a condom. I need to feel every inch of your pussy gripping my cock.”

  Leaving her breasts momentarily, I shuck my shorts and then pull off her underwear, stripping us both naked. With a giant smile on my face, I tackle her back onto the bed, both of our bodies slapping together, our limbs tangling, and our laughter mixing.

  In the midst of our coiling, she ends up on top of me, her ass resting against my cock, her hands on my chest.

  With her hair draping her body, she looks like a dark angel. Her breasts sway with her movement, and her toned arms flex under her weight.

  “Tell me what you want, Paisley. What do you want me to do?”

  She flips her head to the side and starts rubbing her wet center against my length, her hands resting on my chest for balance. A hiss escapes between my teeth from the friction.

  I lean on my elbows, lifting my body up ever so slightly and stare down at her wet pussy, glistening with arousal. Completely bare, her slit glides up and down, throwing us both into a state of pleasure. Sweat coats our skin and our scents mix, creating an erotic atmosphere.

  Sitting all the way up, I cup her ass and move her hips so now my cock is lined up with her pussy. I look her in the eyes and say, “Fuck me, Paisley. I want you to ride me so I can watch your delicious tits bounce in front of my face, teasing my tongue for just one taste.”

  One of her hands grips the base of my head while she sits up on her knees and inserts my dick inside her. She doesn’t take her time, she doesn’t revel in the feel of me slowly sliding inside her. No, my girl pushes down on my cock until we’re fully connected.

  “Fucking hell,” I mutter, my head resting on her shoulder. She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect that I can feel myself already starting to reach the precipice of my orgasm, just from one quick stroke.

  Shifting her hair to the side again, she grips both sides of my head and presses her mouth against mine, kissing me like it’s her last day on earth. My hands run up the side of her body, my thumbs connecting with her breasts, carefully playing with her nipples, loving the feel of the cold barbell against the pad of my thumb.

  She moans in my mouth while thrusting up and down on my lap, working her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit just right to cause her pussy to clench every single fucking time. Her tongue matches her thrusts and I realize when I told her to fuck me, she took it seriously. Every inch of her passion is possessing me: the way her hips melodically fuck me, the way her tongue won’t ease up, just keeps begging for more, and the way her fingers grip the curls of my hair, pulling aggressively, just enough to turn me on even more.

  She’s playing my entire body like an instrument, her sexual need strumming me to the point of orgasm.

  Losing myself and needing to be in charge, I flip our connection so her back is resting against the covers. Spreading her legs and hooking my arms under her knees, I thrust into her, her breasts moving with each push. Her hands dig into her hair, and her expression is one of utter satisfaction as she bites down on her lip. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

  Just from the sight of her, my orgasm takes over my body. My toes curl beneath me, my breath is caught in my throat, her name at the tip of my tongue. She moans loudly and then covers her mouth just as we both reach the precipice of ecstasy, falling over together. Her hand slaps over my mouth as I shout her name, muffling my voice just in time.

  I’m too distracted by the pure, all-consuming ache bursting through me, and the utterly satisfied woman in my arms. I continue to thrust as we ride out our orgasms, before lowering my body on top of hers, still connected. Fuck. Me.

  My hands fall to her face where I brush her cheeks with my thumbs and stare into her beautiful, contented eyes. There is a goofy grin on her face, and I know if I look in a mirror, I would be sporting the same grin. There was something almost magical that transpired between us, as if we’ve been doing this for years.

  There is a slight tilt to her head as she gazes up at me, a look of adoration crossing her features. “How the fuck am I supposed to leave you alone now?” I ask, adding lightness to my voice even though I know the task at hand is not possible.

  She giggles and touches her hand to my cheek, playing with the scruff of my jaw. “A strong will.”

  I’m caught off guard by her response. Was she really going to let me walk away after this? Then she laughs again, shaking her head. “Reese, you’re adorable. Do you really think I would have the courage to let you go now, after having you deep inside me? I couldn’t even let you out my door.”

  “That’s fucking right,” I breathe out, seeing the worry in her eyes. I kiss her lids and then play with her hair, stroking it tenderly to soothe her. “Don’t worry, baby. We will keep this a secret for now. For both of our jobs, we need to keep this a secret.”

  A side-smile peeks out. “Baby? Is that what you’re calling me now?”

  “You got a problem with that?”

  She shakes her head, her wavy hair falling over her face. “Not a problem at all.”

  “Good.”

  I lean down and kiss her, so fucking happy I feel like I can burst. A pleased moan escapes as my tongue finds hers again. My body’s not quite ready for round two, but I don’t mind playing around until I am.

  She pushes me away for a second and points her finger at me. “You have to be quiet, mister. I can’t have Jonathan hearing us.”

  Fuck I forgot about her roommate.

  “I was quiet.”

  “You were the last thing from being quiet with your sexy groans, banging of the headboard, and shouting my name at the end.”

  I raise a rakish eyebrow at her. “And you’re complaining about that? Shall I shout someone else’s name?”

  “No.” She laughs.

  “Then deal with it. You make me lose control, I’m not ashamed.”

  “You will be when Jonathan comes flying into my bedroom ready to pummel your ass.”

  “I’m not scared,” I say before kissing her neck, working my way back down to her breasts.

  She wiggles under me, goosebumps popping up over her skin. “Who knew you were a screamer? Such a vocal man.”

  I laugh against her skin. “Never was until you, baby.”

  ***

  I feel amazing. I actually feel like I have some sort of super-human strength, and not just from the glorious fucking I had last night with Paisley, but because of the bed I got the best sleep of my life in.

  I shift away from the sun beating down on me and reach for Paisley who is nowhere to be found. Opening my eyes, I look around to find her room empty, the only thing taking up her place is the bright sun reflecting off every surface in her room.

  Groaning, I roll to the side of the bed and look at her phone to see what time it is.

  Seven thirty.

  I groan some more and rub my eyes with the palm of my hands. Thankfully I don’t have to be in the pool this morning for a workout. I have some training to complete today, just to keep my muscles loose, but nothing that required me to be up at the ass-crack of dawn.

  From the living room, I can hear Pai
sley’s voice as well as a man’s. Must be Jonathan. I need to find out more about this roommate.

  He better be gay.

  Paisley’s laugh draws closer to her bedroom door and I can hear her say, “Put some clothes on, you’re going to be late for work.”

  Put some clothes on? Yeah, I don’t like the sound of that. Motherfucker better be really gay.

  The bedroom door opens and Paisley slips in, holding a cup of coffee. She’s wearing that damn tank top again and a pair of very short pajama shorts. From my vantage point, I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.

  Seriously, Jonathan better be the gayest man on the planet.

  I sit up in bed, the comforter falling down to my waist, showing off my six-pack, giving Paisley quite the show. She turns to face me, her hair all kinds of messed up, and a freshly fucked look in her eyes.

  “Hey you.” She smiles and saunters toward me.

  “Hey baby,” I reply, scooting over, making some room for her.

  “Sticking with that baby thing?” she asks, handing me the coffee and sitting down so she’s facing me.

  I take a sip and grab a lock of her hair to twirl in my finger. “Yup. Now come here.”

  Tugging lightly on her hair, I guide her so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m leaning against her headboard. I run my fingers along the hem of her neckline, casually brushing the tips across the swell of her breasts.

  “What are you trying to do?”

  “Make your nipples incredibly hard so you can’t go anywhere today until I fuck you up against the white of your wall.”

  “I was already planning on it.” Her sexy smile captures me and I’m moments away from cashing in when I realize there are a few things I need to discuss with her.

  Setting the cup of coffee on the nightstand, I pull her in closer and rest my hands on her hips. Her I got fucked look has me hard underneath her, and I hope I can talk to her before she starts to rock her hips against me again.

  “Mmm . . . morning wood suits you well.”

  I laugh and press my fingers up her shirt but still keep my hands on her hips. If I move any higher, I’ll be a goner. Her breasts are so entirely boner worthy that I fucked them last night right after I ate her out. We got to know each other rather personally during the late hours of the night.

  “You suit me well,” I respond.

  She leans in to kiss me, but I stop her. Confusion crosses her face so I speak quickly. “Before I take your pussy again, I have a quick question for you.”

  “What’s that?” She leans forward and kisses my chest right before flattening her tongue against my nipple and licking it.

  Fuuuuuckk.

  Concentrate.

  “Funny thing, I heard you tell your roommate to put some clothes on.”

  In between kisses to my chest, she says, “Ugh, yeah, he’s always walking around naked. I’ve seen his penis so many times it’s like second nature to me now.”

  I grit my teeth, the tension in my jaw overpowering. She knows what his penis looks like?

  “So, he’s gay, right?”

  Her kisses halt, and she glances up at me.

  “Who? Jonathan?” I nod, too angry to open my mouth. To my dismay she laughs and shakes her head. “Oh my God, no. Jonathan is the furthest thing from being gay. Probably the biggest manwhore I know.”

  “And you see him naked, almost every day?” I feel like my teeth are about to turn into dust.

  She pulls away a little more and asks, “What are you getting at?”

  Knowing how we got into this situation last night, I choose my words wisely. “This man, does he see you naked?”

  “Oh my God, Reese.” She stands up from the bed but I quickly catch her and pull her back down, trapping her with my naked body. “Get off me.”

  “No.” I pin her hands above her head with one hand and force her to look at me. “I trust you, Paisley, but I don’t trust other men. You do realize you’re incredibly fucking hot, right? Like any man would fall to their knees if you gave them the time of day.”

  “Not Jonathan. He’s like a brother to me. God, Reese, are you really jealous of him?”

  “Hell yes, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He walks around naked, and he apparently is a manwhore. Of course I’m jealous, and worried.”

  Her face lightens from my confession. “And why would you be worried?”

  Without skipping a beat, I say, “Because I don’t share, ever. If I’m going to be with you, Paisley, then I want all of you, not half.”

  The tension in her body releases. “Does that go both ways?”

  “Of course it goes both ways. Despite what the media says, I don’t fuck around, Paisley, especially on girls I really like.”

  “Awe, you really like me?” she responds in a teasing tone.

  “All right.” I shake my head and get off her, looking for my shorts.

  “Oh, come on, you’re going to be all sensitive now. Can’t take a little ribbing?”

  “No, I can.” I look for my shorts and then run my hand through my hair. “I just need to go tell your roommate who your man is, and maybe break his dick off so he doesn’t walk around naked anymore.” I head to her bedroom door, knowing full well I won’t be talking to Jonathan but wanting a reaction out of her.

  “What? No,” she shouts a little too loud. Jonathan calls out from the living room.

  “What, sweetheart?”

  I will tell you right now. I don’t fucking like him calling her sweetheart.

  “Oh my God, hide.”

  I don’t move.

  “Reese, hide.”

  She tries pushing me but I don’t budge.

  “What are you doing? Hide.”

  “Paisley, did you call for me?” His voice is nearing and panic sets in her face so I decide to ease the fear in her eyes.

  Just before the door opens, I duck into her closet, hiding from Jonathan. From the crack of the door, I can see his tall, muscular frame. He’s not as defined as me, but he’s definitely got a strong body on him.

  You know those horrible movies where the best friends don’t realize they’re meant for each other so they date other people until they realize they are meant to be, leaving the poor chumps left behind? I refuse to let that be me.

  “What’s going on in here?” Jonathan asks.

  Paisley immediately bends down and grips her calf, wincing. “Charlie horse. These things are a real bitch.”

  Jonathan is silent and I can see him looking around her room. I’m actually kind of nervous that he might find me, dong out, squatting in Paisley’s closet. Not the best first impression.

  “What the hell did you do in here last night? Your room is never this messy.”

  “Um, restless night. Bellini has me all kinds of crazy.”

  “I can understand that.” He looks at his watch and winces. “Shit, I have to get going. Your leg okay?”

  “Yeah, sorry about startling you.”

  “Not a problem, sweetheart.” He leans forward and presses a kiss against her cheek before taking off, making my inner Hulk want to bust through this closet and tear him limb from limb. “Catch you later. We should go out to dinner before you leave for Omaha. I’m going to miss you.”

  “Sure. Text me later.”

  “See ya, Pay.”

  Oh what a fucking cute-ass nickname. Fucker.

  The minute the door shuts, I’m out of the closet and closing in on Paisley. I pin her up against her wall and hold her hips in place as I speak sternly to her. “I don’t fucking like him.”

  She laughs, and the sound that normally makes me sweat with need, grates on my nerves. “You didn’t even meet him.”

  “I didn’t need to. He called you sweetheart. That doesn’t settle well with me, Paisley.”

  She cocks her head to the side, studying me. “Are you being serious right now?”

  “Fuck yes, I’m being serious. I told you, I don’t share.”

  “Well, you don’t have to worry about Jonathan. Our
relationship is completely platonic.” She lifts her hand and strokes a stray curl floating over my forehead. “Why would I want anyone else, anyway? You’re too much man for me to handle.”

  “That better be a good thing,” I growl into her ear.

  She grips my cock and starts stroking me, making me hard as hell in seconds. “It’s an extremely good thing.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  **PAISLEY**

  Reese King is jealous over me? How is that even possible?

  World’s sexiest man, Olympic swimmer, and underwear model, jealous over me. Jealous over my relationship with Jonathan. Now that’s laughable.

  Is Jonathan a ruggedly handsome man? Of course. And does he call me sweetheart and make me dinner? Naturally. And have I seen his penis almost every single day? Yes, but not by demand. But is there any kind of romantic vibe between us? None whatsoever. Not even the slightest inkling.

  Back in college we might have had a fling, but we quickly worked out we were better as friends than being romantically involved. Ever since then, he’s been the best friend a girl could ask for.

  “Do you see what you do to me, Paisley?”

  Reese breathes heavily against me, his dick hard and ready. I’ve been with a few men in my time, but they are nothing compared to Reese, not even close.

  This man makes me tingle from my toes to the top of my head with just his gruff voice. He sends shivers up and down my spine with one deep glance from his hazel eyes. He makes me throb uncontrollably with one single lick of his lips. Everything about him exudes sex and I get to call him mine . . . secretly.

  I try not to think about that factor. I know what you’re thinking. Paisley, relationships are never good when they’re built on a foundation of lies. But this is different; there are no lies between Reese and me, just lies to the people who surround us. That’s not bad, right?