Just This Once
by Cee Smith
Publication Date: January 29, 2015
Mother nature had other plans.
She established boundaries: No details, no more sex. But Joel was never much for following the rules. With a body built for sex and an appetite to match, one night with him would never be enough. Torn between the case that could make her legal career and a man who thinks of clothes as optional, how long could she stick to the rules?
Shut In Extended Excerpt:
The game continued and
when he lost his next turn, I couldn’t decide whether it was intentional or if
he genuinely lost, especially with the last piece of clothing being his jeans.
Before the button of his pants even popped open I knew what to expect when his
pants fell to the floor—he made it known his penchant for going commando. I
watched with apprehensive yet curious eyes as he stood. Unblinking eyes watched
me like I was a patron at a peep show, except I didn’t know which of us he was
undressing with that look. Maybe it said more about me that I wanted to see him
stripped bare, than it said about him that he felt comfortable completely
naked. Not that he had flaws like us mere mortals. I couldn’t imagine him taking
off his pants and becoming less than god-like. I imagined the opposite to
happen as I watched his fingers unfasten the button and the raspy snick of his
zipper being undone. His hands shifted on either side of his hips, pulling the
fabric that fought his thighs on the way down to the floor.
His cock sprang free,
and I can’t remember which happened first—the gasp that escaped my lungs or the
hand that covered the gaping hole of my mouth, wide enough for him to fill with
his impressive length, large enough to put someone’s eye out. At first glance,
I looked away, intimidated by his size and also a bit in awe that I’d already
mounted the steel-like rod that jutted out toward me. With reservation, my eyes
found his, watching him watch my reaction. Joel still stood with his briefs
lying at his feet. Proud of my determination, my eyes didn’t so much as steal a
look at the one thing that eluded me since waking up to find a stranger in my
house.
“You’re, you have…is
that a piercing?”
“Would you like a closer
look?”
I shot him a look that I
hoped conveyed “not interested,” but after more shots than a fistful of fingers,
I wasn’t so sure that was the message he received.
He shifted his body and
the metal became more obvious in the darkness. I could see the shadow of a stud
on the underside of his crown, not to be outdone by the stud pushing through
the tip of his shaft like a crown. I didn’t know whether to cringe from the
pain I knew that must have inflicted, or to wonder what it felt like to have
that sliding against my walls. When did I
become so horny? It seemed I couldn’t sit in the same room as him without
my skin crawling with need for him to touch me. I just wanted relief. My skin
was clammy and muscles knotted while everything inside me wound tight with desire.
Joel sat back on the
couch with arms spread wide and legs open enough for me to gaze, undeterred, at
him. It appeared he had no sense of modesty, and after the drinks I’d had, my
decorum seemed to be swimming in the drunken pool right along with me. I won my
next two turns—an occurrence that seemed like less than happenstance. There
were only two options available to him—taking a shot or a kiss. His eyes
lingered on me, and I nodded my head toward the bottle only to receive a smile.
“I’ll take a kiss.”
A California native, currently residing in North Carolina with her husband. She loves salacious stories, true love and forbidden romances—the more angst the better. Other than reading and writing, some of her other obsessions are peanut butter (don’t get her started), Michael Fassbender, and watching TV.
She loves talking about the creative process and what books she’s reading, so feel free to shoot her a line. Or if you just want to say hi that’s fine too. She swears she’ll respond.
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