Одри Карлан - January (Calendar Girl #1)

I whipped the dress over my head and stood up on my knees in a matching deep midnight blue bra and thong. At seeing me exposed, he sucked in a harsh breath and let it out with a hiss.

“Your turn. Lose the suit,” I said while trailing my hands down to cup each breast. His jaw clenched as he made quick work of dropping the jacket and tie, and opening the dress shirt to reveal that sun-kissed chest I love so much. I bit down on my lip. “All of it. I want it gone.” My voice sounded raspy and needy.

Wes grinned and slowly removed his belt and loosened his pants. He took a condom out of his pocket, ripped it with his teeth, and placed it on his straining erection, all without ever losing eye contact. I lifted my hand behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra. Just as his pants fell to the floor, so did my bra.

“Christ, I can hardly look at you,” his voice held awe. “So fucking gorgeous.” He ground his teeth loud enough I could hear it.

My eyebrow rose and I gazed at all that was his naked glory. Tall, tan, muscles for days, and a thick hard cock ready to please. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I offered while enjoying the view.

“Prove it,” he taunted with a grin. My words from last night coming back to me proved he paid very close attention to our interactions. That made me happy, giddy in a way I didn’t want to think too much about.

Crawling to the edge of bed, I placed my hands on his hard chest. I leaned down and licked the flat disc of his nipple. He moaned, then hissed low in his throat when I bit down on the bit of flesh. His hands tunneled into my hair. I brought my face close to his and hovered around his lips, close enough he could feel my breath against his lips. He licked his own, preparing for that first touch. I didn’t give it to him. Instead I kissed just the edge of his mouth.

“Are you toying with me?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

I moved to the side of his cheek, running my chin along it, then licked and nibbled on his earlobe. “Whatever do you mean?” I whispered, making sure to blow enough air against the sensitive spot so he’d understand my intention.

His fingers gripped my hips and looped into my panties, tugging them down unceremoniously. I gasped when the air hit my wet center.

“I think you are,” he countered then pushed me back onto the bed. I fell in a whoosh against the comfy cloud of blankets.

Just as I opened my eyes, his hands were on my knees. He opened me wide, saw my aching moist sex and groaned. He trailed one finger through the wetness. A whimper slipped past my lips when he twirled one finger against the tight, aching knot of nerves. “I’m going to devour you.” His eyes flashed to mine. “But first, I need to be inside you.”

He centered himself over my cleft and pushed just the tip inside. I arched wanting more, needing more. Using the strength of his upper body, he hovered over me. “Watch me take you the first time,” he said, his voice a sexy, possessive growl. And I did. Watched, as he took me inch by torturous inch. The lips of my sex were stretched wide over his girth, his thickness making me feel full, stretched to capacity, more so than any lover before.

I groaned, my head tipping back, no longer able to watch while he pushed that last inch inside. He was already so deep. “Mia,” he whispered, his voice tight. My eyes snapped open and stared at his lust-filled gaze. He braced himself on his elbows and his hands cupped my cheeks. He reared his hips back and slammed home as his lips took mine. United in that moment as one body, there was no Mia or Wes. There was just us.

The kiss was fiery hot, wet, and overwhelming. He plunged his tongue into my mouth the same way his cock rammed into my body. With precision, depth, and so much pleasure, everything that I was, quaked with the effort.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, holding onto him as he drilled into me, his cock reaching places inside me I didn’t even know I had. He’d triggered feelings so intense I cried out and clung to him as the first orgasm raced through my body.

“Fuck yeah, Mia. You squeeze me so good. Again, sweetheart.” Wes rode me through the orgasm but still didn’t find his own release. Shit, the man was a stallion in the sack. I swear I drew all the aces in the deck when my aunt lined me up with him.

Wes sucked on my lips then pulled himself out of me. Before I could protest, he turned me around and yanked my hips up. “Perfect fucking ass. Damn, Mia.” He smacked one cheek then plowed back into the heat between my legs, even before the sting of his slap left my skin.

“Jesus, fuck, you know what you’re doing,” I moaned and let my upper body fall onto my forearms.

He gripped my hips and set up a punishing rhythm. I could hear the sounds of our flesh smacking against one another. “Need that squeeze on my dick,” Wes growled as he leaned over my body and reached a hand between my legs. His fingers zeroed in on my ‘O-trigger’ and I was gone. Bucking wildly, the walls of my sex clamped down on his rock hard cock until he roared. Three swift plunges more and his entire body stilled, nestled flat against my ass as he pulsed inside me.

Wes collapsed over me, his breath coming in fast pants against the hair of my neck. We were both winded, lost in our combined pleasure. He rolled off then tugged me to his chest. We spent the next few minutes making out like teenagers. The room smelled of the ocean, sex, and the faint remnants of my perfume, Tresor. Pretty much, perfection. If you could bottle the scent, I’d wear it every day.

Lying together, I curved into his chest. “So, tell me something...”

Wes chuckled. “Could you be more specific?”

I shrugged. “Tell me anything, something about you.” With one finger, I traced circles over his abdomen and pecs.

He sighed. “Huh, well, you know I love to write movies.” I nodded. “And surf.” He winked and I grinned. “You met my parents, and my nanny. Well, she was my nanny when I was a boy, now she runs the house.”

“Ms. Croft?”

He nodded. “What else is there?”

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Uh, a lot. Do you have any siblings?”

“A sister. Older than me. Married, no kids yet. She’s a grade school teacher. Husband’s the principal at the school.”

“That pretty much answers how they met.” I waggled my eyebrows, and he winked. “What’s her name?”

“Jeananna. How about you? Any sibs?”

I laughed at his slang term. “Yeah, Maddy, well, Madison. Younger by five years. She’s nineteen and attending school in Las Vegas.”

“So why’d you move out here?”

I snuggled in closer to him. “Needed a change. And I thought acting was my calling. Still do, but…” I didn’t want to go into my life story.

“But?” he prompted and I shook my head. “If you wanted to be an actress, how did you end up an escort?”

“Money.” I shrugged. “You’re my first, you know,” I confided. He turned towards me so we were facing one another. His face filled with confusion. “My first client,” I finished.

“Ah, and how’s it going so far?” he smiled.

I feigned nonchalance. “Eh, ‘bout a seven out of ten, I’d say.”

He rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms to the side. “Hey!” I chided with a big smile plastered across my face.

“A seven! You give me a seven even though you have nothing to compare it to?” He laid a messy kiss against my lips. His hands stroked down my ribs and started wriggling. Instantly, I howled with laugher. Once he saw how ticklish I was, he went for gold, digging into my ribs, waist, and thighs until I was thrashing around, screaming for him to stop, laughter contorting my vision.

“Admit it? I’m a big, fat ten!” He slowed then stopped his torture.