Finding Sunshine (10 page)

“The dirty kind,” she admits with a soft giggle.

Fuck!

“Tell me,” I say, my voice rough as I feel my desire begin to swell.

“I can’t,” she whispers softly into the phone, her voice trailing off into that gentle innocent giggle that I can’t seem to get enough of.

“Yes you can, Sunshine,” I encourage her, my breathing turning slow and full of anticipation. “Then—just tell me what you want me to do to that gorgeous body of yours tomorrow night.”

“Aaron. Please. I’ve never, you know—”

Her voice is no longer breathless, but full of anxiety.
Fuck, she’s never had phone sex.
Really
?

“Really?” I echo my thoughts, smiling at the notion that I’m going to be her first
something
. “You’ve never had phone sex?”

“No,” her voice is soft and shy.

“Good. I’ll be your first,” I say excitedly. “I’ll start us out, okay?”

“Okay.” Her voice is a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I’ll have to start off slowly, gently, making sure that she’s relaxed and comfortable.

“Where are you?” I ask, keeping it basic. Not that I’m an expert, but I’ll admit to having done this once or twice before.

“I’m still in bed.”

“Good. Me too.” I say, trying to conjure up images of her snuggled beneath the covers, her dark hair laid out in wild abandon on her pillow. “Can you picture me under the covers with you?”

“Yes,” she says, sounding more relaxed. “What are you wearing?”

I smile. Nina seems to be getting into the spirit of the conversation already. I answer the question, saying, “A t-shirt and boxers. What about you?”

“Blue flannel pajamas with snowflakes on them,” she responds with a giggle. “Not very sexy.”

“I bet they’re adorable,” I tease. “But I think you should take them off. I know there’s a hot little body hiding underneath.”

“Okay, but only if you take off your clothes, too.” She says, and I can hear the rustling of her sheets over the line.

“Deal,” I reply, quickly stripping off my clothes and tossing them onto the floor before getting back under the warm comforter.

“What are you going to do with me now?”

“Well, I know you enjoy being dominated,” I say softly. “But what about being spanked?”

“I—I’ve never done that,” comes her breathy reply, telling me it interests her
.

Fuck!

“You’ve got the perfect ass for a good spanking,” I say truthfully. Her round curves were made to fit perfectly in my hand.

“Really? You think so?”

“I know so. I’d love to spank that gorgeous ass. Can you imagine what it would feel like?” I whisper, trying to keep the excitement in my voice from scaring her. She had seemed like she’d be interested, but if she’s not, I don’t want to scare her. I’d never do anything—
at all
—that she wasn’t interested in doing.

“Not really. I may need a demonstration,” she says with a nervous giggle. “A
gentle
one.”

“I can give you a demonstration tomorrow night. How’s that sound?” I ask, but add quickly, “But I want you to know that I would never,
ever
hurt you. My only goal would be to give you pleasure, Sunshine.”

“Can we try it?” she asks in a loud whisper.

“Definitely.” I smile at how adventurous Nina seems to be, and how much fun we’ll have together. “Does the thought make you wet?”

“I think so,” she says shyly.

“You only
think
so? Check for me, Sunshine,” I encourage her, getting back on track to our original naughty conversation. I’m going to be the one who spanks her the first time, though. She isn’t ready to take a brush paddle to her own ass, imagining it’s me. Not yet, anyway.

“What?” she giggles softly at the request.

“Slide your hand down that fit little body of yours. All the way down. Let your fingers feel your perfectly trimmed curls. Can you imagine it’s my hand touching you there?” I end on whisper.

“Yes,”
she moans softly.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes,”
she repeats, her breathing betraying her excitement.

I reach beneath the covers and take hold of my stiffening cock.
Damn, where is the lube, hand cream, or even some fucking Vaseline when you need it?
I really didn’t plan this out correctly, and there is no way I’m doing the disgusting, adolescent spit-in-your-hand routine. I’ll admit, I may have done that once or twice in prison, but that was out of pure necessity.

Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s Nina’s perfectly-shaped mouth sucking me off with enthusiasm. I groan more loudly than normal, ensuring that she can hear me through the phone.

“What are you doing?” Nina’s breathless voice asks excitedly, as if she already knows the answer.

“I’m stroking my cock, and imagining it’s your hot little mouth wrapped around me,” I groan loudly as I leisurely stroke myself.

“I’d suck you deep into my throat.” Nina is clearly getting into the game now. “I bet you taste delicious. Will you let me taste you tomorrow?”

“Fuck yeah!” I practically growl.

Even with the all too brief encounters we’ve had, there is little doubt that Nina is an unselfish lover. She’s too sweet to be anything else but giving. I plan to not only return the favor, but also give her more than she’s ever received, from any other man. There’s no question that we’ll be the best each other has ever had.

“What do you want me to do, to you?” I ask, slowing my strokes in an effort to hold off coming until I’m sure she’s right there with me.

“Kiss me.” She says softly, before confessing, “I love the feel of your kisses.”

“Oh, I am, Sunshine. I’m leaving gentle kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder.”

“Oh, Goddess.”

“I love how responsive your nipples are. Touch and pinch them. Imagine I’m sucking on them.”

“Aaron, my nipples have never been this hard,” she says, ending on a moan. My cock stiffens further at her praise, and I can feel my balls grow heavy with need.

“I’m kissing and sucking my way down your body now, Sunshine.”

“Aaron, don’t stop.”

“I won’t. But I think you’re going to need to put me on speaker phone.” My woman’s going to need both of her hands for what I have planned next.

“Okay, but you’re going to need to be quiet. My parents are home,” she says, giggling nervously.

Fuck! Why does the idea of her parents hearing us give me an illicit thrill?
I’ve clearly reverted back to being a horny teenager all over again.

“The way you make me lose control, I can’t promise anything, Sunshine.” I can hear her responding quiet giggle, at my honesty. “You know, I haven’t tasted you yet. I’m putting your legs over my shoulders, so I can kiss you properly. Can you imagine my tongue teasing your pussy?”

“Yes!”
comes a nearly inaudible gasp. “Can you feel my fingers pulling your hair?”

“Yes,” I groan out, squeezing my cock and spreading the pre-cum down my length, lubricating my steady strokes. “Thrust two fingers into your wet pussy and imagine I’m sucking your sweetness while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Aaron,”
she moans. “Please.”

“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice rough as I increase the tempo of my own pleasure.

“Goddess, yes!”

“
Nina
,” I groan out, practically panting. “Now, take your other hand, Sunshine, and tease your clit.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t stop fuckin’ that delicious, wet pussy,” I say breathlessly. “I’m rock hard in that hot mouth of yours, and I’m about ready to come. Are you going to swallow for me?”

“Yes! Aaron. I-I’m coming,” she pants. I close my eyes and visualize her stroking her own pussy. I can imagine her face flushed with need, her mouth open and gasping for breath, and her green eyes alight with imminent pleasure.

“Good. Come for me. I’m right behind you,” I tell her, my jaw clenched tightly as I fist my cock and stroke myself with renewed vigor.

“Aaron!” Nina screams out her pleasure.

“Nina,” I groan loudly, as I come all over my stomach in a sticky mess.

“Goddess, I needed that. Thank you,” my Nina says, her voice shaky.

“Fuck, you’re sweet.” My heart rate is slowly returning to normal, when I utter softy, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night. All of you.”

“Golly. Me too,” she says softly, her breath still labored.

“Fuckin’ sweet.” I mutter under my breath. I can’t say it enough. Nina is possibly the sweetest woman I’ve ever met, not to mention, sexy as all hell. I’m pretty sure she could unman me with a simple word.

“Make sure you’re careful driving back tonight. There are going to be some more flurries, and I want you to get home safely,” I say sternly. I don’t like the idea of her driving back from the Cape alone with the cold, wet weather we’ve been having. I’m sure she’s a perfectly fine driver, but even the most competent driver can spin out on black ice.

“Don’t worry. I will be,” Nina says, her voice telling me she’s smiling. “I have a date tomorrow night.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Should I be jealous?” I tease. Nina’s answering giggle floods my body with warmth.

When had I become so cold?

~ Nina ~

“What are you doing tonight?” Jordan asks as I shuffle half-asleep into the kitchen on Monday morning. I arrived back to the city yesterday afternoon after spending some time at home with my parents. We had dined at my favorite Mexican restaurant, and I’d spent some time walking on the frozen beach with my parents, taking photographs of the winter waves.

“I’ve got a date,” I answer her with a yawn, hiding a sleepy grin behind my hand.

“Oh?”

“What are your plans?” I ask, skillfully deflecting any further questions. I’m not awake enough yet for an interrogation
.
After I’ve had my coffee
. Maybe.

“I’m having a dinner with some friends from work, so I’ll be home late,” she replies, continuing to make her breakfast.

“Have fun tonight,” I offer. I know I will, if my date with Aaron is anything like our naughty phone call Sunday morning. I could melt just thinking about it. His rough, desired-filled voice, and the way he commanded my body with only words. Just the very idea of what he could be doing to me was enough to have me wet and ready.

Golly!

I cannot wait for our date tonight.

Ever since we talked, I can’t stop thinking about Aaron spanking me. The idea ignites a desire hidden within me. I’m not entirely sure I’ll enjoy being smacked on my bottom
—what sane person would?
But, I know I can trust Aaron enough not to hurt me. I believe him when he says that he only wants to give me pleasure, and from the little time we’ve spent together, I know he’s entirely capable of fulfilling that promise.

Just listening to him come yesterday morning was enough to send me over the edge, again. I wish I had been there in bed with him, watching him masturbate.
I wonder if he’d ever put on a show for me?

“Don’t forget, I’m leaving Wednesday morning for my business trip.” Jordan says, interrupting my thoughts.

“Right. Do you need a ride to Logan?” I ask, since I have my car in our shared parking space, it’s the least I can do. For the first time, the thought of having the apartment all to myself is an exciting one.
Maybe Aaron and I could have a naughty sleepover Wednesday night?

“No thanks. My boss is picking me up,” she replies.

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door. I crane my neck to look over towards the general direction of the sound.
Who could that be, this early?

“I’ll get it,” Jordan says.

“Is Nina awake?” I hear the deep voice of a man ask. Not just any man, but the man I can’t seem to get enough of.

My Man.

My Man?

Where in the world did that come from?

With energy I didn’t know I possessed, I sprint towards the door.

“Who wants to know?”

“Aaron.”

“Aaron?” I ask brightly, running up to the door. Opening it further, I step out into the hallway.

“Mornin’, Sunshine,” he says, smiling brightly. Clearly, he’s a morning person.

Leaning over, he gives me a gentle kiss that has me licking my lips and wanting more. He looks so handsome standing there, wearing a pair of khaki-colored chinos, dark brown work boots, and a cozy-looking dark wool jacket. His hair is down, tucked neatly behind his ears.

“I brought you your drink,” Aaron says. He’s holding a coffee cup, which I hadn’t noticed in his hand a moment ago. Smiling and taking it from him, I realize it’s a
Starbucks
grande no-whip mocha with an extra pump of mocha.

My drink.

My drink, hand-delivered by my equally delicious man.

“How did you know? Thank you,” I say brightly, leaning in for another quick kiss. Aaron wraps his arm around me and tucks me in close against his chest. I can feel the cold from outside radiating off of him. Pulling back slightly, I notice that Jordan is still standing next to me, her arms crossed against her chest, staring—no,
glaring
—at Aaron.

“Aaron, this is my roommate, Jordan. Jordan, this is Aaron,” I say making the necessary introductions and attempting to dispel the awkwardness I currently feel.

“Mornin’,” Aaron says politely, while Jordan barely gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

“Come on in,” I say, reaching up and placing a hand on his chest to grab the front of his jacket.

“I’d love to, but I can’t. Russell’s in the truck. We’re on the way to work."

“Oh! Can I come down and meet him?” I ask excitedly, feeling even more awake than I was moments before.

“Not dressed like that,” he growls at me with a scowl.

Looking down, I notice that I’m only wearing a long t-shirt and a pair of old, holey, no−slip slipper socks.

“Give me two secs,” I say in a rush, thrusting my mocha back in his hand and jumping up to kiss his cheek.

I sprint to my room, so I can pull on a pair of jeans, tug on my boots, and grab my jacket, leaving my friend and the man I’m completely in lust with staring at each other in silence.

~:~:~:~:~

Holding hands, I’m barely aware of anything aside from Aaron’s fingers entwined with mine as we walk out of the building.

“Golly, he’s adorable!” I exclaim when I catch sight of a beautiful chocolate Lab happily looking out of the window at us as we approach Aaron’s truck. Russell is even cuter in person that he was in the tiny picture I saw last week.

He’s standing on the passenger’s seat with his tongue hanging out to one side, his warm breath visibly hitting the cold air, and his golden eyes alight with what can only be described as happiness. “I wish I had my camera.”

If only I could capture the obvious love for life he’s exuding.

“Let me turn on the truck and roll down the window so you can say hello,” Aaron says, letting go of my hand and moving around the hood to the driver’s side.

Russell and I stare at each other in excited interest, his more visible than mine. He whines pitifully, as his entire body quivers and he beats his tail back and forth.

As soon as Aaron begins rolling down the window, Russell’s nose is poking out through as much of it as possible until it’s down far enough for him to reach me.

“Hello there,” I say, reaching out one hand to try and pat him as his head moves around wildly in an attempt to lick me instead.

“Are you a good boy?” I coo, scratching the soft downy fur behind his ears.

“Sometimes,” Aaron quips, now standing next to me.

Again, I wordlessly hand him my mocha, freeing up both hands so I can take hold of Russell's head and give him several kisses on his forehead.

“I don’t believe your Daddy. I bet you’re the sweetest boy ever. Aren’t you?”

He begins licking my chin gently as he attempts to climb out of the truck and into my arms.

“Stay inside, baby,” I laugh, trying to push him back through the window and into the truck.

“Enough. Russell, sit,” Aaron says sternly. Russell’s eyes move to look at him, but he continues to thump his tail, kiss me, and attempt to climb into my arms.

“I said, sit!” Aaron growls sternly, moving closer to the open window.

Russell sits down looking petulant, but sticks his head as far out of the window as possible to continue his greeting.

“Yes, I love you, too,” I say, scratching Russell behind his ears and giving him several more kisses.

“You need to get your own woman, buddy. Nina’s mine,” Aaron says, placing my mocha on the hood of the truck before pulling me away and turning me to face him.

Nina’s mine.

Golly, I like the sound of that!

I giggle and reach up to tuck his hair behind his ears. “Don’t be jealous, Aaron. I’ll scratch you behind your ears, too.”

Aaron leans down and silences me with a deep, possessive kiss. There is a faint tingle of toothpaste, tang of orange juice, and the bite of coffee, all mixed with what I'm beginning to associate with as Aaron’s taste.

Delicious!

“Not in front of the baby,” I laugh, pushing him back from where he now has me pinned against the truck.

“Russell, close your eyes,” he commands, before the arms that are wrapped around my waist are pulling me back in. As Aaron kisses me again, my arms wind their way around his neck and I move in closer, pressing myself into his hard body.

His firm hands travel down to roughly cup my backside, causing me to moan with pleasure. Encouraged, he lifts me slightly so we are touching intimately, and I can feel his excitement growing harder against me. We both groan at the contact.

Dropping me gently back onto my feet, he pulls away. We are mutually panting and gasping for breath.

“I really gotta go,” Aaron whispers, clearly annoyed.

“Right, that thing called work.”

“Yeah,” he says, removing his hands from my behind and running them up and down my back, making no move to pull away completely.

Standing in his arms, shielded from the cold, I feel safe, cared for, and desired. Moving my hands down his chest, I wish I could feel Aaron’s warm skin and his muscles reacting to my touch. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull myself in closer. Looking up into his face, I’m mesmerized by his long, dark eyelashes and cobalt eyes.

I could stay like this forever.

Resting his forehead against mine, we stand still, breathing each other in. Neither one of us really want to move.

“I’d much rather take you inside and continue kissing you. I need to kiss all of you—
every inch
,” Aaron whispers, his words heated with meaning. “There—there are so many things I want us to do together.”

His words send a thrill of excitement through my body, heating me with anticipation.

“Later?” I ask, my voice rough and hopeful.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls, pushing us apart and forcing me to release my hold. He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a small step backwards. “I’ll come by again at five. And we’ll start with
dessert
.”

“Yeah?” I ask eagerly, grabbing the front of his jacket, unable to keep my hands off of some part of him. Standing on tiptoes, I press a quick kiss onto his lips.

Aaron lets out a low growl, before he steps forward again and wraps an arm around my waist, while the other hand fists my hair. Pulling me in close, my arms are pinned against his chest as he kisses me roughly.

My gasp of surprise gives his tongue the chance to plunder my mouth, claiming it as his own. He suddenly ends the kiss, and our panting breaths mingling in the cold air. Wrapped tightly in his arms, I’m warmed from the inside out.

“I really do have to go.”

Somehow, I find the strength to pull myself out of his embrace and say, “Okay. See you later.”

“Later, Sunshine,” Aaron says, handing me back my mocha and kissing my temple before turning to walk around to the driver’s side of the truck.

As he swings himself into the cab, I suddenly come to the realization that I know nothing of how to prepare for our date tonight. Before Aaron has a chance to roll up the open window, I approach it.

Russell is sitting there happily, wiggling in excitement when I scratch him behind the ears again. “What should I wear tonight?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t plan on you wearing it for very long,” Aaron says grinning, his eyes dark with the promise of impending pleasure.

Golly!

“Say goodbye to Nina, Russell. We’ve gotta go.”

“Bye, Russell, it was nice meeting you, baby.” I say, giving him one final kiss and receiving a wet lick in return. “Later.”

Giving one final wave to Aaron, who smiles in response, I turn and walk back towards my building, smiling.

~:~:~:~:~

“Spill, be-otch.” Jordan pounces, once I make it back through the door of our apartment. “Who’s that?”

“Aaron. You just met him,” I reply, hanging up my jacket and kicking off my boots.

“Where’d you meet him?” she asks. “You didn’t tell me you met someone.”

“I told you I had a date tonight, and that we met at
St. Andrew’s
last Thursday,” I say, sipping my delicious, somewhat cold mocha.

Something stops me from telling her about our meeting at
Starbucks
earlier last week. It feels like something special that I should hold in my heart and keep private. Maybe someday I’ll tell her the story. But for now, it’s
mine
.
Special.

“You’re picking up random men at clubs now?” she asks, following me into the kitchen where I’m heating up my mocha in the microwave.

“He’s best friends with Becca’s husband, Richard,” I say, shaking my head in annoyance. I don’t need to justify to anyone, least of all
her
, who I decide to go out with.

Her head would explode if she knew about the men I had picked up from the club in the past.
St. Andrew’s
is frequented by several of Boston’s
finest
firefighters, and I’ve gone out with a couple of them.