4 I Want You Lisa

Lisa's P.O.V.

"Thank you for coming with me today," I said, handing Chris his glass of wine as he sat on my couch.

He gave me a sexy smirk as his eyes stared deeply at me. I was not sure how he did it, but his eyes made me feel so exposed. Like he could see through my clothes right to my bare skin. I caged my lower lip between my teeth for a moment, feeling a warmth growing in me.

Chris was nothing but amazing as I dragged him around, buying things for Abi. He played with her and spoke with her kindly, as if she was his niece and not mine. It was a sweet sight, one that made me like him even more. We dropped Abi off with Lucas, who gave Chris a once over. I was sure he would check in on who Chris was soon. Hopefully, this blind date excuse will deter him from digging too deep into it.

I sat beside him on the couch, taking my shoes off and lifting my knees to my chest as I turned to look at him. He took a sip of his wine before he turned his head and stared right back at me. A smirk played on his face again, leaning forward until he was just a few inches away. He kept his head there, waiting for me to decide whether to close the space between us or not. Ultimately, the horny bitch in me won. I leaned in, kissing those delicious lips of his.

He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer to him as his tongue begged for entrance. I opened, allowing his tongue to acquaint itself with my own as they danced and rolled with each other. He fed into the kiss more, pressing me even further into him. His hand traveled to the spaghetti strap of my shirt, lightly sliding it off my shoulder. Our kiss didn't break as he did so, having his fingers play over my soft skin. When his lips left mine, they found my neck, trailing kisses down to my shoulder.

"I want you, Lisa," he whispered as he kissed my shoulder again. I shivered as goosebumps erupted throughout me. The warmth inside my stomach had pooled further, leaking out of me between my thighs. I wanted to know what he was like in bed. He would be my husband in a year after all. I'd like to know what sex with him would be like.

"Then have me," I whispered, causing his eyes to darken further with lust.

He laid me back on the couch gently, leaning over me before he kissed my neck again, sucking and licking me. I wrapped my arms around his back, letting my fingers dig into his skin, letting him feel my hunger for him, too. His hand played at the hem of my shirt, letting his thumb caress over my skin. His hand slowly lifted the fabric as it traveled up my torso until he revealed my bra. Chris didn't bother taking my shirt or bra off as he pushed them out of the way and took my nipple into his mouth. I moaned as the pleasure amplified inside me.

His other hand traveled up my thigh, simultaneously pulling my skirt up with it. I felt his finger slide over my white silk panties. Again, he didn't bother removing my underwear, just pushing it to the side to allow his finger to slide through my slit before inserting one of his digits inside me. I moaned as he flicked his tongue over my nipple. My hands grabbed a fistful of his hair as my back arched in pleasure. His finger slid in and out of me for a moment before he added another.

"Chris," I moaned his name, needing more.

He smirked over my breast, sucking at it once more and pulling back until he released my nipple from his mouth with a pop. I gasped at the action, watching him stand up and pull his fly down. Chris pulled out his hardened shaft. It wasn't the largest I'd seen, but it was not small. It was, however, the thickest, and I wondered how that would change the feel of sex. He pulled his pants down only the slightest before he moved my underwear to the side again, sliding himself inside of me with one quick forceful thrust.

He stretched me to an uncomfortable limit. He didn't give me time to adjust as he thrust inside me quickly. My nails dug into his back as I tried to move myself so it wouldn't be as painful. Chris pinched at my nipple with his fingers, rolling it around a little too painfully. I was feeling more uncomfortable than turned on as he gripped my hips a little too tightly right as I had gotten used to his girth. My hips swayed against him, focusing on the pleasurable things he was doing.

I moaned as I climbed, getting close to my climax. He suddenly went still over me, and I realized he'd just come inside me. No warning, no waiting, no asking if I was on birth control. Nothing. He slid out of me, tucking himself back in his pants with a smug smirk.

What the fuck was that?

I lay there still half exposed, shocked. I had never been left hanging like this before. Every guy I had ever been with had always made sure I'd reached my peak before they came. Even my abusive boyfriends did that much. I looked at Chris—who seemed very content at the moment—with my mouth slightly agape. He only sipped at his wine happily, unaware of my shock.

I fixed my clothes, covering myself back up in a hurry before chugging my wine, wishing it was something stronger. He didn't seem to notice my the shift in mood, mainly because I kept my face schooled.

"It's getting late, and I have an early morning tomorrow. Can you let yourself out? I'm going to go shower. Goodnight, Chris," I told him as I got off the couch and headed to my bathroom.

Hopefully, he would get the hint and leave soon. I felt extremely disappointed with how the sex ended. That was definitely something we would have to work on if we were to be married. I wouldn't be stuck with shit sex for however long we ended up together for. A heavy breath of air escaped my lungs as I started my shower, slowly undressing myself. I heard the front door slam shut, and I knew Chris had left. The slam of the door made me believe he was upset, but what the fuck does he have to be upset for?

I let the hot water wash away all my worries and frustrations. I still felt horny as hell and way too worked up. So, I grabbed the toy I kept hidden in the drawer of my bathroom. Good o' Richard was going to take care of me tonight.

Get it, cause a nickname for Richard is dick. Aren't I clever?

I moaned as I played with myself, letting Richard take great care of me. Between the hot water and Richard's vibrations, I found my climax quickly, knowing exactly what I liked. I stepped out of the shower to a fogged mirror and dampened walls. I got dressed, keeping my hair in a towel as I left the bathroom. My curiosity peaked as I entered the living room to see if Chris had really left.

My heart raced as I saw a figure on the couch that was not Chris.

Davis' P.O.V.

She stepped out of her room with a towel wrapped around her head. She was a picture of beauty with her cheeks flushed from the way she pleasured herself in the shower. The temptation to enter the bathroom and help her finish was absolute torture. I knew just being inside her apartment without her knowledge was already over stepping. She'd probably yell rape if I entered her bathroom.

"I told you I'd come find you if you skipped your workout today," I reminded her as her blue eyes gazed at me in utter shock.

She swallowed, shaking her head as if trying to shake the surprise from her body. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed upset.

Shit, I overstepped.

"Did you hear me?" She asked, referring to her escapades in the shower.

"Did I hear you what, Lisa?" I asked, feigning innocence that she was not buying.

"You know exactly what?!" she gritted.

She was hot when she was mad.

"I may have," I admitted, making her pale cheeks flush pink with color.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she muttered in embarrassment.

"Don't leave the door unlocked next time."

I was still mad at her for that. Her door should never be unlocked, especially not in a city like this. I was going to barge in and scare her enough to make sure she never forgot to lock the door again, but I walked in to hear her pleasurable moans. Now I was stuck sitting here for a minute trying to get myself to stop being so damn hard for her.

"That asshole," she murmured.

"Who?" I asked, worried that Branden bothered her again.

"Don't worry about it, just know I never leave my door unlocked. I had a guest and asked them to see themselves out. I guess they didn't think to lock my door as they left."

She was highly upset as she explained herself. I think she was pissed at whoever her guest was, but it seemed like she was mad at them for more than just that. I leaned forward, observing her as she stared at the door like she could shoot a laser at whoever had been here before me.

"I suggest you make sure to lock your door before you shower next time, Lisa. You don't know what kind of pervert can creep into your apartment," I warned her, worried for her safety.

"Yeah, no kidding. I just didn't think he lacked the common sense to not lock my door behind him."

She shook her head like she was disappointed in whoever this person was. She then turned to look at me, meeting my eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes stared at me with a softness, losing its angry edge with every passing second.

"I'm sorry I forgot about my workout." She hung her head in remorse.

"Don't be sorry, let's go sugar plum. You're still doing it."

"Sugar plum? And this late?" She complained.

"Yes, and yes. You can take your problems up with management if you don't like it."

"And who exactly is management?" She arched her brow.

"Me, of course."

"Hilarious." She made a face, showing she didn't find it amusing.

"Come on, you're coming to my place to work out, since the gym is closed now." I threw her jacket that hung by the door at her. It had gotten cool once the sun had set today.

She seemed to want to argue more, but she could see I wouldn't take it. Her head bowed in defeat as she put her jacket on and followed me out, locking the door behind us.

Good girl.

I led her to my bike, handing her my helmet. She took it, jumping on the front seat. She looked hot as hell on my bike, even in her adorable pajamas. Although I don't know what she thought she was doing in the front. Could she drive a motorcycle?

"What are you doing, Lisa?" I asked her, as I slid my helmet on next, pulling the shield up so she could still see my eyes.

"Let me drive? It's been a while since I've handled a beauty like this," she said, rubbing her hand over my bike like it was the most beautiful piece of machinery she'd ever seen. It made my dick twitch, seeing her touch my bike like that.

"Don't kill us," I said, tossing her the keys. Her face lit up as she squealed in excitement.

"Navigate me," she yelled back to me as the bike came to life beneath her. I sat behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling myself close to her. Her back rested against my chest with her ass deep in my crotch.

Fuck me, that ass.

I told her which way to go as she sped us through the streets. She knew how to handle my bike well, quickly getting us to my house, as I didn't live too far from the city. She parked the bike in my garage, getting down and taking the helmet off. Her hair cascaded around her beautifully, reaching just below her mid back. She hung the helmet off the handlebar of the bike as she turned to look around. I guess she was curious as she scanned my garage, seeing my other bikes.

"This one is my favorite." She pointed to the midnight blue bike I had painted to look like a deep blue galaxy swirled with deep purple and gold sprinkled stars. It was my favorite too, not just because of the way it looked.

"Is it because of the paint?"

"I mean it adds to it, but no, I love Triumph motorcycles. The torque inline-three engines they put on their bikes are amazing. Plus, the Trident 660 is fun to handle on the streets. I like this skinnier model because of it," she explained as she continued to inspect my bike. "The paint job was really beautifully done. I can tell they took off the pieces to paint each part individually. Great workmanship."

The way she spoke about my bike had me getting hard again. This woman was amazing, pulling me deeper into the desire I was growing for her. I hadn't felt this way in so long that it was actually frightening.

"She's my favorite, too," I admit to her, causing her to look up at me and give me a smirk. "Now, stop stalling and follow me."

I led her inside, down to the basement where I kept the workout equipment. I put her to work right away, and I didn't relent. She wanted to learn to fight, and I had no trouble teaching her. She just needed more muscles before she could actually throw a decent punch. I would give her a couple of months of this before we added in punches or kicks.

"Ah!" she yelled, grabbing her leg with a wince.

I raced to her side, moving her hands to see she was suffering from a charlie horse. I pulled her leg out, pushing her toes towards her as I massaged her calf. Her eyes bore into mine as I continued to rub her. I knew the charlie horse had passed now, but I didn't stop, and she didn't stop me either.

"Thank you," she whispered. She held something back, though. I could hear it in her tone and see it in her eyes. Those haunting blue eyes that stuck with me even when she was gone.

"Anytime. How about we call it night? I think you've done enough." I stood, holding my hand out to her.

She nodded as she took it, letting me help her up. She kept her hand in mine a moment longer, just staring into my eyes. I wasn't sure why my body took a step towards her, placing me in her personal space.

"Let me stay here? I am ready to crash," she sighed, leaning into me more.

"Sure, you can stay in the guest room by Izzy's old bedroom."

"Thank you," she pulled up on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek before she turned around and headed up the stairs.

She stopped on the third step, waiting for me to follow. Stunned for a moment, I froze, but eventually snapped out of it. I showed her to the room, giving her some water for the night. I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep knowing she was just a few rooms down from me. At some point my eyes closed, and I passed out until a loud yell jarred me awake. I shot up, trying to figure out what the screaming was when I remembered Lisa was here.