Fail to Love by Maci Dillon

 

One More Time

 

“The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you tease me drives me crazy.” ~ Unknown

 

RAVEN

 

I slid to the floor, my back to the door.

What the fuck did I do?

My panties were soaked. Did it really prove anything by not letting Sean seduce me tonight?

Yes. It proved what a fucking idiot I was.

I clasped my hands together and buried my face in them.

Unable to pull myself from the floor, I found my phone.

I couldn’t let him leave, I had to stop him.

Tossing my clutch to the side, I unlocked my phone as the door vibrated behind me. I jumped to my feet on the second knock and flung it open. Sean stood there, hair slightly messed, eyes dark and clouded with lust. Neither of us said a word.

Bold and confident, he walked into my apartment and crushed his lips to mine in a maddening kiss. I welcomed it, my hands raking through his short hair, holding him tight against me. He lifted me effortlessly from the floor until my legs hooked together around his waist. Kicking the door closed behind us, he strode toward the bedroom, not taking his mouth from mine for even a second.

Our tongues tangled in a frenzy of passion and lust.

All bets were off.

He flung open my bedroom door and searched for the light. I reached out and flicked the switch. He lowered me to the floor and stripped my dress off in record time. He flicked off his shoes and shrugged from his jacket. I loosened his tie but didn’t remove it. I made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it from his shoulders, peeling it from his arms while I kissed his neck. A deep groan vibrated against my lips, and another trickle of moisture escaped my core.

I pulled back to admire the man, the object of my desire, who stood right before me. He was silent except for his labored breathing as he followed my gaze down his torso, where I unclasped his pants and lowered the zipper, exposing more of the chiseled ‘V’ I remembered so vividly from weeks ago.

Dammit.

“Sean, we can’t do this.” A broken whisper cut through the lusty fog as I took a step back.

“Bullshit. If we can make a fake date work, we can fuck each other stupid for one night and go back to being friends. Or frenemies. Whatever helps you not fall in love with me.”

My eyes narrowed at him. “I promise that’s never something you’ll have to worry about. Judgy rich doctor types aren’t a weakness of mine.”

“Oh yeah,” he teased, his fingertips tracing my cheek. “And what is your type, kitten?”

“The no-strings type where I don’t have to talk or get to know someone. Men who don’t expect a call back or anything more than a great night in bed.”

Sean’s heated gaze penetrated my skin, and my face reddened.

“It’s a good thing I don’t want to get to know you, and even better that I have no expectations.” He stepped closer to me and his masculine spice had me hovering on the edge of seduction.

I ran my fingers delicately down the length of his tie as he watched. A seductive smile spread across my face as I pulled the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth and tugged his tie, guiding him toward me. I backed up until my knees met the end of the bed. Climbing onto it, I sprawled out, not breaking eye contact once, and lowered him down over my body.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Raven,” he whispered into my cleavage as he came to rest on me, his fully erect cock pushing against my thigh. I spread my legs allowing him to nestle between them. He licked my lips until I opened for him, and I lost myself in another of his steamy kisses.

“One time, Sean.”

“Yes,” he moaned out.

“And you have to sleep in Chloe’s old room. You can’t stay in here.” I needed to negotiate a distance. I couldn’t risk wanting more from him if I were to wake up in his arms tomorrow.

He broke the kiss briefly. “Whatever you say, woman. Now fucking kiss me already and shut the fuck up.” He laughed.

Kissing was an act of intimacy, one I usually avoided during sex with casual partners, but with Sean, I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to him. I wanted him inside me in every way. I sucked at his tongue and clawed at his back.

Taking his time, he kissed his way down my body, dragging his fingers over each of my breasts still hidden behind my red satin bra. My body tensed at the gentleness of his kisses over my stomach, his caress tickling my sensitive skin.

He hooked his fingers in either side of my panties and slowly tugged them downward. He nibbled at the soft skin on my tummy as he peeled the fabric away until my scar was exposed. My breath hitched as he ran his tongue over the thin line of raised tissue and continued to travel south. He climbed off the bed, taking both of my legs and resting them against his bare chest. My heels dug into his skin as he unfastened the straps and seductively removed them, one by one. Tossing them to the side, he reached for the skimpy fabric still covering my perfectly waxed parts. With precision, he peeled my thong further over my ass until my glistening heat was exposed, not quite ready to discard them.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

His words fell from his lips in a sexy growl.

Sean placed one of my legs back on the bed and placed a kiss on the inside of my other ankle. Slowly, he ran his mouth along the side of my calf muscle, alternating between kissing and licking his way up the tender part of my inner thigh. My body shuddered with anticipation as he neared my center I was so wet—it was almost embarrassing.

My body bucked slightly without warning as his hot breath brushed over my soaking wet lips.

“Mmm, baby. You’re so fucking wet already.”

No fucking kidding.

If I were any wetter, we’d be swimming out of the damn room.

“Please, Sean, touch me.”

He chuckled as he edged away from me, avoiding my demand. When he was close to my ankles, he looped his fingers in the sides of my panties and removed them fully. His eyes darkened with lust as he lifted them to his face and inhaled my scent.

So fucking hot.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, throwing them to the side and making his way back to my exposed pussy. My clit throbbed like a motherfucker, and I thought I might explode the moment he touched me.

Watching me from beneath hooded eyes, he licked the length of my lips, devouring my arousal. My body tensed as I tried to avoid an immediate orgasm. That devilish tongue might be the death of me.

“Oh,” I moaned, clutching his head as he began to circle my clit with his tongue, flicking over the hardened nub, sending me into a thrashing frenzy. He stilled me with one hand pressed against my lower tummy while he started to finger fuck me until I exploded, writhing against his mouth.

“You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he said as he lifted his head and licked his lips. “Goddamn. You’re killing me.”

He stood and stripped off his pants and briefs. I sat forward on my elbows to admire the size of his cock as it sprung free. Thick veins ran the length of his shaft, pre-cum leaking effortlessly from the tip. He wrapped his hand around the base, and even his large hand left an impressive amount of him in good view.

Holy hell. It’s going to be one heck of a long night.

“Don’t move,” he commanded. Rolling on a condom he’d plucked from his wallet, then he crawled over me and released my breasts from my bra. He pushed me back onto the bed and hurled the bra across the room. “Jesus.” Sean palmed my tits and took a puckered nipple between his teeth, teasing it until I groaned loudly with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Sean. Please,” I begged, and he delivered.

He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock at my slippery entrance, threw my legs up over his shoulders, and pushed inside me so hard, he was balls deep inside me with one movement. He pounded me vigorously until sweat beaded across his hairline and dripped onto my stomach. Our moans mingled with the slapping of our skin against skin as he pumped in and out of my swollen wet pussy, the headboard bumping against the wall.

“Oh… my… God,” I screamed as he lifted my ass off the bed and took me deeper.

Sean pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before I realized what was happening. His hands tugged at my hips, bringing me back onto my haunches as he pummeled me with his cock again. He kissed and sucked at the side of my neck before he pushed my face into the bed. Reaching over me without missing a beat, he wrapped my hair around his fist and continued to pound me with perfect precision.

“You like that?”

“Fuck, yes.”

He pulled my hair tighter, snapping my neck back toward him. With his free hand, he snaked around the front of my sweat-drenched body and squeezed my clit until I cried out, my pussy clenching tight around his cock as he continued to fuck me.

“Ah fuck… fuck, Raven.”

Another orgasm swept over me as he released inside me. My pussy clenched around his cock so tightly this time, I could feel his release spurting into the condom between us.

“Christ, woman. That was amazing.” Sean fell to my side.

We lay there, a hot, sweaty mess until our breathing returned to normal.

 

 

SEAN

 

Until early morning, I stayed in bed with Raven wrapped in my arms. Once she began to stir, I quietly peeled myself away to slip out to the couch. I promised I wouldn’t sleep in her room, and technically, I didn’t.

My body was so wired, I couldn’t close my eyes. I stared at Raven as she slept, my own life-like sleeping beauty, and I didn’t give two fucks how creepy it was.

I cared more about why.

After forty-one years of no interest in a relationship with a woman, why had this woman waltzed in and upended my life? I was on the cusp of international teaching opportunities for my research in gynecologic oncology. Now more than ever, personal ties would only hold me back.

Tossing and turning until the sun had fully lit up the apartment, Raven still hadn’t surfaced, so I scoured the refrigerator and the pantry looking for ingredients for the one thing I knew how to cook without fucking it up. Missing the main ingredient, I opted to sneak out to the local store hoping she wouldn’t wake before I returned.

Preparing to make breakfast for a woman?

Yeah, I’d officially lost my marbles.