Tidas pulls out of the parking lot of the bar, and I touch my sensitive lips. I should tell him to take me home, but I don’t want to go home to my empty house. Not with the way Tidas was looking at me when he entered the bar.
He was jealous, and I secretly loved every second of it. Not that I would ever tell him that. My whole body is buzzing with excitement as I press my thighs together and wonder what he’s going to do to me when we get back to his place.
I’d gone to the bar thinking I might try and flirt with someone. I thought it might help my ego after Tidas stomped out of my shop. It was a long shot because there’s never anyone but locals at that bar, but there was actually a group of men passing through.
Chad was nice and a bit handsome. All I’d done the whole time he talked to me was compare him to Tidas, but the guy hadn't measured up. Especially when it came to physical attraction.
Tidas only needs to be around and I get turned on. Who am I kidding? I get turned on just thinking about him. My body only reacts that way to Tidas for some reason, which is really starting to freak me out.
My mom has always told me that the women in our family know the man they are going to marry. That their heart recognizes them from the very start when they meet them and that they are our perfect match in every way.
It’s hard not to believe her when I look back on our family history. There has never been a divorce, and everyone has always been madly in love. From my great-grandparents, to my grandparents, to my parents. Which is why I’m starting to freak out.
Only Tidas draws these crazy emotions from me. Does that mean he might be the one? I’m not sure how that’s possible because the guy is a freaking divorce lawyer who hates marriage. I really hope the universe isn’t so cruel as to pair me with a man who might never be able to give me what I need. I’d never thought to ask my mom what happens if the man you fall for doesn't fall for you back.
I think I’m just messing with my own head at this point. I need to relax and enjoy the ride. Isn’t that what Gracie always tells me? This is lust, not love, and those are two totally different things. Tidas might not be able to fall in love, but I think he’s definitely attracted to me.
He’d thrown me off after he stomped out of my shop. I wasn't sure what to make of his reaction. Then when he told me why he stomped out I was shocked, then smitten.
The ride to his place is quiet, and I try not to fidget in my seat. Tidas is cocky enough; he doesn’t need to know that my body is begging to find out what he has in store for me.
“Oh wow,” I say when he pulls down a long driveway, and his home comes into view. I knew he and his brother had built out here, but I had no idea it was this breathtaking. “Does that porch go all the way around?”
“Yeah. The top one does too.”
“It’s beautiful.” The car rolls to a stop, and I jump out. As a little girl, I always wanted a home in the country with a wraparound porch. “This place looks like it was dropped out of the sky by Town and Country magazine.”
“My mom helped some.” He shrugs like this place is no big deal.
“Divorce must pay well.”
“I do more than divorce.” I go to give him a tart response, but he catches me off-guard, like he always does, when he swoops me up into his arms and heads for the front door.
He carries me over the threshold, making me think about getting married one day, and I have to push those stupid thoughts aside. Even if Tidas’s home is built for a family, I’m not sure why a man who doesn't think marriage is a good idea would build a home like this.
I pictured him living in a bachelor pad, but this place is the opposite of that in every way. In fact, it’s welcoming and warm. He carries me into the kitchen, and like the rest of the house I’ve seen so far, it’s modern with a touch of rustic country.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, setting me down on the giant island in the center of the kitchen. His hands come down on the outsides of my thighs, and he looks at me expectantly. At this height we’re eye to eye.
“Did you really bring me to your house to feed me?” My eyes drop to his mouth.
“I’m trying not to scare you.” He steps into me, and my legs automatically spread to make room for him. My dress bunches up at the tops of my thighs, and I try to ignore the heat pooling between them.
“Scare me?”
“You better have panties on tonight, Valerie.” I swear his eyes actually darken. The warning is clear, but somewhere inside of me, I want to push back at his possessiveness. It is, after all, the way we usually communicate.
“Or what?” I challenge.
“Or I’ll flip you over this counter and spank your ass.”
“You would not!” I barely get the words out before he grabs me and flips me over.
My chest presses against the cool stone and I try to wiggle away. When he presses his hand down on the center of my back, I still as his other hand yanks up my dress, revealing my panties.
“Good girl.” I gasp when he jerks them down, and my heels fall off in the process. “You have amazing tits, Valerie, but your ass is something else altogether.” His hand starts to massage me there.
I close my eyes, trying to understand my body's reaction to this. Especially when he raises his hand and brings it down. The smack is loud in the room, and the shot of pain is there and gone so quickly I’m not sure if I felt any at all. I press my soaked thighs together as my clit starts to throb.
His hand dips down my ass. “Spread,” he orders as another smack lands on my ass. A whimper leaves me, but I do as I’m told. I pull them apart just a little, but it’s enough for him to see what he’s looking for. “So wet,” he groans. “You might not be hungry, but I am.”
When the hand pinning me to the counter leaves my back, I almost protest. Is he really stopping to get something to eat? Before I can get a word out, he grips both of my thighs and spreads them even wider before he buries his face between them.
I have no clue where the orgasm comes from, but the instant his tongue strokes against my throbbing clit, I scream out his name. Pleasure floods my whole body, and I wiggle against him, my clit too sensitive to take more when he keeps flicking it back and forth.
I stop moving when his hold on my thighs tightens, his tongue sweeping down to my opening. He thrusts his tongue in and out of me like he would his cock, and I push my ass backwards, wanting him deeper inside of me.
He releases his hold on my thighs, his fingers going to my clit. I shake my head. It’s all too much, and I can’t be about to cum again already. There is no way. I should have known better because this is Tidas. If there’s one thing I know about him, he’s going to get what he wants, and right now, he wants to get me off.
His tongue keeps pumping in and out of me as his fingers toy with my clit. But when he presses his thumb against my ass, I lose it. It’s so dirty and wrong but oh so right.
I scream his name louder this time as another orgasm hits me. This one is so hard it sucks all the air out of my lungs. My body shakes, and black spots dance in front of my eyes. I gasp, trying to catch my breath, my face resting on the cool stone of the kitchen counter.
When Tidas shifts, I turn my head to look back at him. He rises to his feet, his hand going to the buckle of his jeans. His tongue sweeps out, and he licks his wet lips as he frees his cock and I stare at it in shock.
There is no way that is going to fit inside of me.
He wraps his hand around it and strokes himself. His eyes eat up every inch of me while he does it, cum already leaking from the tip. My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I’m unable to look away. The head of his cock brushes my ass with each stroke of his hand. He guides it down between my thighs, grazing my opening. I debate if I should tell him I’m a virgin.
Instead of entering me, he pushes my thighs back together and locks his cock between them. His dick pushes through the lips of my sex, rubbing my clit in the process as he thrusts in and out. His hands come to my hips as he starts to thrust faster. To anyone watching, it looks like he’s fucking me, but it’s like he’s using my body to get himself off.
“Tidas,” I moan.
My juices cover his cock, making it easy for him to slide in and out. My clit is feeling every inch of his silky-smooth steel. It’s so damn hot.
“Need you to cum for me again,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I can’t.” I shake my head. He lifts his hand off my hip and brings it down on my ass. I cry out at the shock of the sting.
“You will.” He never stops thrusting as his hand smooths where he smacked my ass before his thumb drifts down the crack of my ass.
“Tidas.” I shake my head harder. My body is going to break in half if I have another orgasm.
“You’ll do what you're told,” he grits out.
He’s fighting not to cum. He’s always so calm and smooth, but right now he’s anything but. I love that I’ve made him this way. He presses his thumb to my asshole again as his cock is relentless against my clit with each stroke.
My body has no choice but to do as he commands. My body tightens, and I cry out, falling over the edge of pleasure once more.
“Valerie!” He roars my name as he finds his own release.
His cum spurts across my sex and splashes onto my thighs. I feel his wet, sticky heat all over me as it drips down my legs. I close my eyes in exhaustion and he drops his head forward, lying against my back. Our heavy breathing and my rapid heartbeat are the only sounds in the room.
What the hell was that? And can I have seconds?