THREE TAMMY
THREE
TAMMY
I’d told Ray to follow me back to my place in his rental car, giving him my address in case he lost me.
Sure, I could have let him ride with me, but I needed some alone time in the short car ride to calm my raging hormones. Not because I was going to back out, but I feared that if he rode with me, I would’ve had to pull over on the side of the street and ride him instead.
Unfortunately, the drive home did nothing to tamp down my sexual excitement for the man who was now walking from where he’d parked his car on the street near my townhouse.
“You could have parked in the driveway,” I told him, since I had pulled my car into the garage.
“I was in a hurry and just picked a spot on the street.”
Well, good to know I’m the only one who can’t contain themself.
I turned to walk into the house, through the garage, and into the kitchen. I took off my shoes and set my purse on my counter before turning to him slowly.
He had been scanning my space, taking it in, when his gaze came back to me. His eyes blazed as he took in the sight of me, like it was hunting season and I was the prey.
I watched as he looked hungrily at me from top to bottom, and damn if that wasn’t a huge confidence boost.
God, I wanted this man so badly that it was mildly pathetic.
I took one step forward at the same time he did. Our lips crashed together like oncoming cars. He didn’t just kiss me. He devoured me. I’d never felt so consumed by a kiss before and struggled to get enough oxygen.
Before I passed out, he shifted his lips to my neck, nibbling a little path up to that sweet spot behind my ear. I shivered, enjoying the feeling as tingles raced through the rest of my body.
He had an intoxicating scent of leather, aftershave, and a woodsy edge. The combination drew me in, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
He pulled back, his eyes boring into mine as he spoke low. “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, perhaps a bit too vigorously.
“I’m not gentle, Tammy.”
That spot between my legs flooded instantly at his words. “Good,” I told him on a shaky breath. “Neither am I.”
His gaze continued its hungry climb up my body, sending chills through me once again. The anticipation was killing me.
“I might not be gentle, but I will spoil you rotten, and that includes fucking you so good you can’t remember your own name.”
Oh, God. Yes, please.
Not trusting myself with words, I grabbed his hand and pulled him to follow me up the stairs and into my bedroom.
I walked in, turning on the lamp on my nightstand, which only gave off a soft glow. I had barely turned when his hands grabbed my face and he kissed me again.
His tongue pressed against my lips, sliding back and forth as if to ask permission to open. I gave it, and his tongue slipped in and continued to ravage me from the inside out.
My body was pressed tightly to his, but I needed more. I moved my hands to start working at his belt and his jeans. Just when I got close to opening him up and sticking my hand inside, he slid his hands to my sides and whisked up my shirt.
I lifted my arms to make it easier to lift it up and off, and he immediately went to work on my jeans.
“Lie back on the bed so I can take these off,” he commanded, and I dutifully complied.
He diligently worked my skinny jeans off, leaving my legs dangling over the edge of the bed while my top half was supported by my elbows bent behind me.
“One of us is vastly overdressed,” I informed him.
A salacious grin overtook his face as he whipped his shirt off. I knew he was in shape from his general physique, even with clothes on. But with the shirt off, I confirmed he had not missed a workout in likely the last year—or ever.
I scanned from his chest to his abs to the thin little trail of hair that led down to what would be the catalyst for a happy ending. He may be in his fifties, but he still had a defined chest and abs that a twenty-year-old male would envy.
I noticed several tattoos on his chest, and I knew I wanted to explore those up close, but that would have to be later because he was staring down at me with so much heat that I worried I might spontaneously combust.
“Your turn next,” he said as his hands slid up my thighs, his thumbs looping under my plain black cotton underwear and sliding them down and off my legs slowly.
If I had known I was going to bring someone home, I would have worn sexier underwear and bra. Alas, this was unplanned, and Ray didn’t seem to care.
My body was strung so tight, like he’d been teasing me for hours, even though he’d only first touched me less than ten minutes ago.
He licked his lips and worked his hands back up my thighs, over my stomach, and up to my chest. I was short and curvy, which meant I had more than enough to grab onto, both in the front and in the back. And judging by the look on his face, he appreciated both of those features.
“Damn, woman, you are stunning.”
“You just gonna stand there and stare at me all night?” I asked, needing him to hurry this along.
His smile turned greedy, and I knew we were about to get to the fun part.
He slid his hands to my back as I arched forward to let him unclasp my bra. Three point five seconds later, my bra was on the floor and his mouth was on my right breast, sucking hard.
I gasped at the sensation of his hot mouth, wet tongue, and sharp teeth grazing over my pebbled nipple.
His thighs pressed between my legs, and the rough denim fabric scraped against me in the best way.
Liquid pooled between my legs and I knew there would be a wet spot on his jeans when this was over.
He ground his hips into me harder while he moved his mouth to my other boob and lapped at that nipple feverishly.
It felt amazing, but I needed more—especially in the lower half of my body—so I lifted my hips to strain toward him. He must have gotten that message loud and clear because his mouth detached from my nipple and made a quick trail of kisses down my stomach to the Holy Land.
With one quick stroke to my core, I nearly saw stars.
“Do that again,” I begged.
“What’s the magic word?” he coaxed, his voice low and teasing.
“Now,” I shot back, and he laughed.
“Your wish is my command.”
“I could get used to that,” I replied on a gasp as his tongue lapped at me once more.
He licked straight up my center, and my head fell back, eyes closed, as the feeling of pleasure cut through me.
While his mouth worked magic on me, he slid his rough, calloused hands up and down my thighs, not only holding them in place but also adding another sensation for my brain to deal with.
His hands may have been rough, but his touch was soft and gentle, and the juxtaposition of the two was driving me insane.
I could feel my orgasm building, but it was just out of reach. I needed him to know so he could help. “I’m close.”
He grinned up at me. “Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, sweetheart, so let’s take you to the finish line.”
I don’t know if it was what he said or how he said it with that gravelly, sensual voice of his, but it worked for me.
He moved one hand to my hip and squeezed, while the other joined his mouth as his thumb took over my clit and two fingers slipped inside me.
Those two large fingers must have contained magic, because some unknown noise came out of my mouth.
“What?” he asked, but I simply gave a rough, gravelly hum in response.
Jeez. I couldn’t even form words around this man. The soft pressure of his thumb was driving me crazy. This man knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well.
Maybe it was the sight of him above me or watching him worship my body with his mouth. Whatever it was, I was a fan, and I fell apart embarrassingly fast. My thighs shook as my orgasm vibrated through my body.
The room spun, and I felt dizzy. I may have even blacked out, because when my room finally stopped spinning, Ray had removed his jeans and whatever he had been wearing underneath.
He was standing in front of me, naked as the day he was born, gazing down at me like I was a brand-new birthday present he’d just unwrapped.
I leaned up as best I could, trying not to get dizzy again as I stared at the completely naked man in front of me.
Just as I suspected, he was well-endowed, and I wanted to touch him.
I reached forward, my thumb skimming over the head, spreading the slickness that had accumulated at the tip.
He groaned and his voice became hoarse. “Tammy, you keep doing that, and this won’t last but ten more seconds.”
I hummed, tilting my head as if in thought. “As much as I love the power that statement gives me, I want this to last a little longer so I can get me some.”
There was a glimmer of humor and mischief in his eyes. “How selfless of you.”
He turned and opened a condom packet with his teeth, sheathing himself in front of me like he was putting on a show.
Just saying, but I would pay money to watch that show again and again—good money, too.
“How are you feelin’, sweetheart?”
“With both hands when you let me,” I teased back, smiling back at him.
As I lay back on the bed, both my hands palm up, I curled them in the “come here” motion, and he did.
He wasted no time as he pushed home and groaned as he bottomed out.
My center quivered at his invasion and begged for more. He was definitely big, and I felt my body adjusting to the pressure and fullness.
“You feel so damn good wrapped around me.” A rough sound caught in his throat before he leaned over to kiss me.
His calloused hands worked up and down my legs and hips and back up to my chest as he continued to stroke harder and deeper into me.
He was feral in his vigor, and I loved it. Each thrust was rougher than the last, and I had so many nerve endings lighting up like fireworks in my body.
Suddenly, his thumb was back on my clit, working circles around it with just the right amount of pressure.
With no warning at all, another orgasm crashed through me. I hit the highest high as my body felt like it was tumbling down a hill in a free fall.
I was rendered completely incoherent as pleasure rushed up through my stomach and down to my toes.
I heard him yell out my name as he plunged into me deeper and harder than before, but I was already gone to this world, so I had no idea how long he lay there on top of me before my brain rejoined me on planet Earth.
I’d never come this fast—at least not without the help of a battery-operated friend. Maybe it was because I was already strung so tight, perhaps it was because it had been so long for me, or maybe it was his size.
Women who say size doesn’t matter haven’t had size, because Ray was big…and it mattered.
I could feel him everywhere, and I was no virgin, so having this man hit me in spots I’d never been hit before said something.
On one level, it was refreshing and exhilarating. On the other…it made me nervous…because Ray was exactly the kind of man you could get addicted to.