Page 66 of An Irresistible Force (Vancouver Vice)

Then he bent his face towards mine. He was so perfect to me—from his dark eyebrows to the faint scars on his cheek and jawline. His expression was still a little amused. I wrapped my arms around his neck, raised my face, and closed my eyes.

His mouth on mine felt warm and slightly moist. Lips like anyone else’s, except they were attached to him and that fact made me feel so turned on. He kissed me harder, and I could feel the whole length of his body against mine: that broad chest, his firm thighs, and the definite nudge of a hard cock against me. That was me—I had aroused Chris, and that power made me wriggle in excitement.

Chris groaned. He pulled down the zipper of my gown. I stepped out and the dress crumpled to the floor. Now I was dressed only in the pretty strapless bra and panties in nude lace that April had chosen. I blessed her for making me wear stockings too, because pantyhose would have ruined this moment. But I was thinking too much. I needed to be more in the moment and less self-conscious.

I pulled his black suspenders off, then reached up and unbuttoned Chris’s shirt, revealing a muscular chest with light sprinkling of hair and nipples the colour of dark chocolate. I pulled the shirt off completely so I could run my hands over all of him—his bulging forearms, his wide shoulders, and the wavy definition of his flat abs.

“Oh my God, your body is amazing.” The words just popped out, and Chris grinned.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

Seriously? He sounded like a bragging teenager, and I laughed. My nervousness disappeared. This was Chris—not some sports hero that I had idolized, but the real and flawed person I knew so well.

Then he picked me up like I weighed nothing and took me to his bedroom. His bed was king-sized, of course, and he laid me gently on it. I scooted up to the top and watched as he removed his shoes, socks, and then reached up to unzip his black pants. He might be retired, but he was still in game shape. Watching him undress was chick porn.

But then he stopped and made a face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. He wasn’t changing his mind, was he? I sucked in my stomach, just in case that was a factor.

“Um, I wasn’t really planning for this.”

“Me either,” I replied. “But it’s still okay, right? Do you need protection or something?” Not that I had a condom, but I was willing to dial up a 24-hour pharmacy and offer any price for immediate delivery.

“No, I’ve got that. It’s just that I’ve been busy….” He shook his head. “What the hell.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His underwear was black with a pattern on it. I squinted and realized it was printed with Millionaires logos on it. I giggled. “You’re a real team player.”

“It was a gag gift from my brother,” he explained. “It’s the last pair I wear before laundry day.”

But who really cared? It was what was inside those logo trunks that really counted, and I could see a significant bulge. “If you’re embarrassed, maybe you should take them right off,” I suggested.

He laughed. “You have the best ideas.” He pulled down his underwear, and his erection sprang free. Oh wow. His cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, slightly curved, and really hard.

I bit my lip and stopped breathing for a moment. Obviously this was something I’d imagined too, and reality was even better. He crawled up the bed to me, his cock bobbing between his legs. I reached out and felt its velvety softness, and Chris groaned. He bit me gently on the neck and the touch of his mouth was scorching. He reached behind and undid my bra. As it fell away, he looked down and smiled, then took a breast in each hand and squeezed gently. My consciousness that it was his hands touching me made everything a hundred times more intense, and I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life.

Slowly, he rolled down each stocking, kissing the bare skin on my thigh as he exposed it. Then he pulled down my panties too. I had a brief moment of worry, but he looked up at me and smiled. “You’re so pretty naked, Mandy.”

Chris was this perfect Greek god of a man, and yet he was so sweet and genuine. I finally exhaled and let go of all my insecurities. Relax and enjoy every second. I tried to stop my conscious thought. Chris helped by using his fingers to explore my clit and pussy lips, sending the most incredible sensations through my lower body.

“Unnnh.” A loud moan escaped my lips.

He kissed me again, harder, with his tongue thrusting deep into my mouth. I pulled him close, feeling the dense muscles of his shoulders, then the bulge of his chest muscles and the crinkly skin of his little nipples. He felt good everywhere—hard and solid, like a man should be. I ran my hand down the ridged lines of his waist, feeling each muscle rippling under my hand.

Chris stopped kissing me and reached into his bedside drawer. I closed my eyes and heard the unwrapping of the condom and then he was back on top of me. He entered me slowly, and I could feel myself opening up and taking him in. His eyes were closed, and I watched as he strained to push himself deeper. Then he began to rock his hips, and I felt the sweet friction of his cock going in and out of me.

“So good, so good, so good,” I muttered like an incantation. But it felt so incredibly fantastic.

Abrupt and wordless, Chris pulled out, lifted my hips, and turned me over. On my hands and knees, I felt him entering me again this time hitting new places inside me. At first he held my hips and thrust inside me over and over. I could hear him grunt with every stroke, as I tried desperately to squeeze and hold him inside. But he did pull out, further and further until I felt a hollowness inside. Then he thrust deep inside. The rhythm of his strokes became jerky and uneven and the sound of his breathing filled the room. He took one hand off my hip, and pushed it between my legs. Once he found my clit he began to rub it roughly. That sensation, combined with the feel of his cock, sent me over the edge and I put my head back and screamed as I came. At the sound of me coming, Chris allowed himself to come too with one final thrust and a loud curse.

We both collapsed onto the bed with Chris half on top of me. I felt the plop of his softening cock popping out of me, and that made me sad somehow. Chris got up and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I lay there and looked up at the ceiling. He slipped back into bed and pulled the duvet over the two of us. Staying over seemed like an assumption.

“That was absolutely incredible,” I told him.

He chuckled and kissed me on the nose. “You’re cute.”

As I was falling asleep with Chris’s arm draped over me, a cliché drifted through my consciousness: “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” But it was so true. I couldn’t imagine any man making me feel as glorious as Chris had tonight.

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