4. Rebecca

4

REBECCA

I'd agreed to drinks with David after he brought Fitz to me at the coffee shop. It had seemed like the right move at the time, and I didn't regret it now.

Lily had stuck around long enough to make sure I was having a good time, then she'd found the opportunity to leave us alone. I almost called her back, but David leaned over the table, his voice thick and deep. "Have you ever sung karaoke?"

"No way." I gripped his arm tighter, not even remembering when I'd put my hand on the ridge of muscle that wrapped around his forearm. "I'm not much of a singer." In the shower with no one but Fitz, sure. No way I'd step up on that stage, especially during a first date. I flashed him my best smile and tossed my hair over my shoulder. I'd chosen a sleek, black dress tonight that hid enough of my curves that I felt super sexy. From the way David watched me, he liked what he saw. He'd put out all the right signals, paying attention to no one but me. Even when the beautiful waitress came over with our drinks, he never looked away from me.

It could be a false sense of security. For all I knew, David had the ability to make any woman feel special. Kudos to him because if he kept it up, I'd invite him home.

The smile he gave me set my heart fluttering and pooled heat in my belly. Silver hair brushed his temples, and he'd swept the longer top strands back from his face, showing off his sharp jaw. "How's Fitz?"

The question gave me a chance to reel in my thoughts, which were dangerously close to intimate images of me and David in my bed. I'd never considered myself a prude, but I couldn't remember ever inviting a man home on the first date. "He's fine." I managed an answer before a look from Lily reminded me that she'd told me to let loose tonight and ‘live a little'.

I should be home studying for an upcoming test in Ethan's class. I didn't understand half of what he said, and the other half of the time, I was too busy writing down ideas for chapters in my novel to bother listening.

I seriously had to get everything onto my computer. The problem was that the minute I saw the blank page and the blinking cursor, all my creativity fled. I'd resorted to handwriting a chapter at a time and then typing it into the computer for safekeeping. Still. I had pages and pages of notes tucked away in my notebook.

"Penny for your thoughts?" David trailed his knuckle up the back of my hand and along the inner curve of my elbow.

It was a simple gesture, but the close intimacy of the small table where our knees bumped and his breath caressed my cheek turned it sexual.

With a nod at Lily, I made my decision. "I'm thinking we should get out of here."

David stilled for a fraction of a second. Warm fingers continued up my arm and over my shoulder. His thumb brushed the hollow of my throat. "My place or yours?"

"Mine." I squeaked out the answer through the sudden tightness in my throat. I'd had a few drinks but remained sober enough to make the call to move things along. That didn't mean I was going to a strange man's house. He'd know where I lived, but after spending the last hour talking with David, I trusted him. Infamous last words in many situations. I took a calming breath and pushed aside my mind's ability to conjure worst-case scenarios. They were helpful when writing, not so much when I had every intention of having sex with one of the most gorgeous men I'd ever met.

Ethan and Cole flashed through my mind's eye, but I pushed them aside too. They were off limits, whereas David was very much available.

He stood and held out a hand to me. "Lead the way, Princess." It should have sounded corny, but with his voice, it came out husky and with just the right amount of command. It made me feel special. Loved. Coveted.

Damn it all, I was getting ideas for a new scene. Later. I'd worry about all of that later. I bottled up the way I felt—tingling in my palms, a slight buzzing in my lips, and a deep, aching throb in my clit that made it hell to walk.

We made it to his car and he held the door open for me. When I settled into the leather seat, he leaned in and brushed a kiss over my lips.

"I had to know if you taste as good as you look." He lingered, his lips a breath from mine.

I closed the distance, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him deeper into the car. A sense of boldness held me and gave me courage enough to slip my tongue into his mouth. His hands framed my jaw as he broke off the kiss. "I hope to God you live close. I need you naked and moaning my name." He kissed my cheek. "Not here in the parking lot. Somewhere soft where I can take my time with you."

Damn, the man knew how to talk sex without being crude. I didn't mind that either, but tonight felt special.

"Get in the car." I pulled his hand around and kissed the palm. "It's not far."

"Thank fuck." He closed the door and rounded the hood.

The drive passed in a blur of directions and David's hands tight on the wheel. He looked at me once, then jerked his head back forward, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

I slid across the bucket seat and ran a hand over the bulge in his pants.

"Don't." He grabbed my hand, holding it still on his cock and thrusting into my palm. "You're going to have all the time in the world. I'm not some fuck boy who can't outlast you."

My breath stuttered to a halt.

"When I said I'd take my time, I meant it." He brought my hand up and set it on his shoulder, kissing the pad of my thumb. "You're meant to be savored, Rebecca. I want all of my attention on you."

Well, fuck. If that didn't soak my panties, not much else would. "Good. Because we're here." I pointed out my building, an eager anticipation propelling me from the car and up the walk to my front door.

David stayed close behind me, his hand on the small of my back. Such a simple touch shouldn't electrify me, but my skin practically burst into flame before I could even unlock the door and stumble inside.

He caught me around the waist and closed the door with his heel, reaching back to lock it without breaking eye contact. His lips hovered over mine, the anticipation breathtaking.

Fitz's claws tap-tapped across the floor. He spotted David and bounced over long enough to sniff David's shoes before he scampered off.

His broad hands held my hips, his fingers squeezing and releasing as he brought me closer. Our lips brushed in a mockery of a caress so soft I protested with a sigh. Eyes dark and pupils fully blown, he slanted his lips over mine, devouring me with a kiss so intense my toes curled. Lips locked together, he backed me against the wall and ground his cock into my belly. I groaned into his mouth and ran my fingers through his hair.

When he dropped his hands to my ass and squeezed, I gasped into his mouth, giving him access to more of me as I arched into him. This was what I'd needed, the connection and desire I'd ached to have fulfilled.

David pulled away from my lips and rained kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and into my shoulder. One hand slid beneath my dress and into my panties, his fingers parting me and stroking over my clit. "You're burning up, Princess." He nipped the side of my neck. "Let's see what we can do about that."

I somehow managed to walk us into my bedroom with his hand still between my legs. Every step turned torturous with the glide of his fingers over my sensitive heat. "I need you inside me." I yanked his belt loose and undid his jeans. His cock sprang free, falling heavily into my hand. "Good God." I wrapped both hands around him and stroked from tip to balls, drawing out a ragged hiss from David.

We reached the edge of the bed, the backs of my knees hitting the mattress. David's weight pushed me backward. He landed on top of me, his weight supported on one hand and his knees between mine. He nudged my legs farther apart and slid a finger deep into my pussy.

"Fuck." My entire body exploded with need, sending me arching into his hand. I whimpered and bit the inside of my cheek.

David hovered over me, his fingers moving ever deeper with each pulsing stroke. "Don't hold back."

I didn't need his permission, but hearing that soft command tore through me. I stroked him harder, drawing him closer. "Take off your clothes, David." I ground out his name and released him long enough to shove at his pants. If we were doing this—and we definitely were if I had any say so—then I was going to see him fully naked so I could enjoy every minute with him.

"You first." Without any warning, he yanked my panties off and pushed my skirt up my thighs, exposing me. His eyes dilated further, and he groaned while palming my pussy. His free hand worked the zipper at my side, sliding it down and tugging the straps over my shoulders until my breasts spilled out. I wore my dress around my waist, and instead of feeling insecure or ashamed of how I looked, I felt desirable. David looked at me like he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

He pulled me to my feet and shimmied the dress off my hips. It fell in a puddle on the floor, followed by his shirt and pants after he kicked off his shoes and socks.

We stood facing each other, bodies inches apart. Heat radiated off his skin, his dick thick and proud. My nipples pebbled into tight buds. David brushed the back of his hand over my breast, across my nipple, and to my hip. He pulled our bodies together, sliding his cock between my thighs without entering me.

"I'm on birth control." I locked my palms on his shoulders and pulled us both onto the bed. This time when he landed, his weight settled over me, locking me into place. I wiggled a bit and hooked my left leg over the back of his knee, trying to pull him into me.

Warm breath rushed over my neck as he lifted onto his palms. He stared down at me in a slow perusal that was as intoxicating as his hands. His head lowered, inch by inch, until he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Fire raced through my veins. I drew in a ragged breath and dug my nails into his shoulders. "David. God, David. I need you inside me." My moans turned frantic when he shifted further away, taking his cock and replacing it with his fingers.

He drove two fingers into me, pulsing them in rapid beats that drove my leg higher up his thighs. His thumb pressed into my clit with each stroke, sending quivers along my muscles and the tightening heat in my stomach into a frenzy.

"I'm going to come." I tried to stop the wave of frantic pleasure spilling through my body, but it was too late. I tightened around his fingers, gasping and twisting as I tumbled over the peak.

I was still buzzing from the orgasm when David removed his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. "Now you're ready for me." His tight grin turned to one of concentration. It would sound cocky coming from most men, but I'd held him in my hands. I knew how his girth would stretch me. I ached to feel him, to take all of him until I finally couldn't take more. He inched the head of his cock inside and stilled. "Fuck me, Princess. You're still tight."

"I'm okay." I shimmied my hips, taking in a little more until I whimpered at the sensation. "I need it. All of it." I had to have him. Nothing else would satisfy me. I knew it with the bone-deep ache of necessity. I'd come once, but it wasn't enough. I needed to cradle that magnificent cock in my pussy and feel him erupt.

He pumped his hips, withdrawing to the tip and sliding deeper with each thrust. Fine lines creased his forehead as he worked his way into me, being slow and careful.

"I won't break." Fuck this. I grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, driving his cock home. Stars erupted behind my eyes.

He tried to stop, to withdraw. "Rebecca." He trembled. This man, one so full of strength and power, shook in my embrace. "I didn't want to hurt you."

I locked my legs around him and held on. "You didn't hurt me. I'm fine." I rolled my hips, and a shudder racked his spine. "Now give me what we both need."

He kissed the top of my breast, then moved to my lips. His cock swelled within me, and when he moved, every part of my body came alive. Nothing else mattered except the release building deep within us both. He pistoned his hips in small thrusts at first, then drove harder, deeper, giving me everything I'd asked for and more. When he retreated to the head of his cock, then gave me all of it in one deep plunge, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. He did it again, and I screamed his name. The third time, I completely fell apart in his arms. Pleasure unlike anything I'd ever known before tore through my body. I was everywhere, and nowhere. His thrusts quickened, his lips urgent on mine for one last kiss before he arched his back and buried his dick to the hilt with a roar. His face twisted with pleasure, the hard lines and firm jaw locked in ecstasy so tangible it gave me fierce satisfaction. Hot cum filled me, his cock rippling so hard every movement tingled in my pussy.

I'd never had sex like that before. I wanted him again, even as I knew it would likely never happen. Hey, a girl can dream.

Our ragged breaths mingled together in a cacophony of exhaustion. He held his weight off me and traced the curve of my jaw with his knuckle.

Fitz barked, the sharp, frantic bark that usually meant he'd found something outside.

David grinned, the movement taking years off his face. He withdrew and rolled off me. "Are you okay?"

I wiggled my arms and legs, then stretched my toes. "Never better. In fact, I'd never leave this bed if I didn't have to." I yawned while moving to the edge of the bed. "But I'd better feed Fitz."

Was I supposed to ask him to stay the night? I reached for my dress, picking up his pants at the same time. "Would you like to stay?" His wallet fell out of his pocket, hit the floor, and bounced open. My breath froze in my lungs when I spotted the university professor ID staring up at me.

Holy shit. David was a professor at my college. I'd just fucked a professor. Not one of mine , but still. Weren't there rules about that too?