Time and Time Again (Maybe #2.5)(13)

The jeans come down, revealing strong, muscled thighs and an erection straining against black boxer shorts. When he pulls them down, my jaw drops. Wow. Now that, my friends, is a penis. I mean, I’ve only seen one other, but even I know it’s perfect. Long, smooth, and thick, it juts out from his pelvis, standing tall and proud.

“Wow,” I whisper under my breath.

“Clara,” he rumbles, obviously done with his patience. “Undress for me.”

Scooting to my knees, I pull off my black top and unclip the back of my bra. I suppose I should try and be all sexy and seductive, but I just want the clothing off me. I want him inside me—now. My breasts jiggle as I throw the bra on the floor then step off the bed and pull down my black skinny jeans. Once they are gone, left in only a black thong, I stand in front of him and let him have his fill.

“Never seen anyone so sexy,” he says, stepping towards me. “You’re beautiful, Clara.”

I like that the thinks so.

Hands grip my waist, and then his mouth captures mine once more, this time harder, rougher. More demanding, his control now gone. Just how I want him. Cupping the globes of my ass in each of his hands, he lifts me in the air and throws me gently down onto the bed. Bracing himself over me, our naked bodies touching, he gives me one last time to change my mind. “Are you sure? Be f*ckin’ sure, Sweetheart.”

“I’m sure.”

“You on birth control?” he asks.

I nod.

“Can I come inside you without a condom?” he whispers in my ear, his sweet, warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “I’m clean. You know I’d never put you in danger.”

I trust him. “Okay.”

He cups my breasts with his hands, feeling the weight of each one and swiping his thumb over my nipples. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, then with one finger, then with two. Finally, I’m going to make you come all over my cock, and you’re going to f*ckin’ love every second of it.”

He lowers his mouth to my breast, and I stop thinking.

I just feel.





My whole body is sore, but in a good way. Stretching my arms above my head, I blush as I think about all the things Tag did to me last night. He was insatiable, and nothing was off limits with him. Looking at the empty space beside me, I wish he had stayed the night. I understand why he didn’t though, because that wasn’t something people in a casual relationship would do. Or would they? I don’t know the rules on what we were doing, or if there were any. All I know is that last night was phenomenal, and I wanted a repeat. Tag has a way of making me feel comfortable in my own skin, and last night, I turned into someone I didn’t know I could be. I was wild, free, uninhibited. Sliding out of bed, I head to the bathroom to clean up and have a quick shower. Feeling bold, I walk into the kitchen completely naked. Maybe Tag will f*ck me on the kitchen countertop.

“Holy shit,” I hear a familiar male voice mutter.

I turn my face to the voice in horror. “What are you doing here?”

I quickly look for something to cover my body with, and finding nothing, I run back to my room and quickly get dressed, my face burning with total mortification. God, he would have seen my ass jiggling on my exit too. How am I going to face him? Stepping out of the room, I walk up to Xander and point a finger at him. “That never happened, do you hear me?” His lips tremble, and I know he’s trying hard not to laugh. The jerk! “Xander!”

“Looks like a lot has changed since last night,” he says then starts laughing, obviously unable to stop it this time. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Clara. Your body is smoking hot.”

I cover my face with my hands. “The one time I try and do something out of my comfort zone and this has to happen. Only me, I swear!”

Xander chuckles. “I’m not complaining.”

I move my hands away and give him a look that lets him know I’m far from impressed. “Where’s Tag anyway?”

“Having a shower. He smelt like sex.”

“Fuck. Just keep embarrassing me. Kill me now, Xander,” I say, sitting down next to him on the kitchen barstool.

He holds his stomach, obviously aching from laughter. “It’s not that bad. I like the fact that the carpet matches the drapes.”

“Shut up or you won’t leave this house alive,” I grit out, fuming.

“Oh come on, I’m just playing around. You’re stunning, Clara. If most women had that body, they’d be parading around the house butt naked too.”

That so wasn’t the point.

“Whatever. Yesterday was the first time we’ve met, and we’ve already kissed and you’ve seen me naked. You already know me better than most do.”

His face softens. “We’re friends. I won’t tease you anymore, okay? Well, I’ll try.”

“I’d appreciate that,” I reply in a dry tone. “What happened to your lip?”

He touches the cut with his index finger. “Tag decked me for kissing you, what do you think?”

“He hit you?” I ask, my eyebrows hitting my hairline. The man confuses me so much it isn’t even funny.

“Looks like it was worth it though,” Xander says. “He realised what was right in front of him by the looks of things.”