One Up: Up Series Book 4 Page 8

  She made some face I couldn’t quite read, shook her head quickly, and ignored my comment. “The next day, I discovered it in my purse, tried it, and fell in love with it. Now, I use it on everything except pizza. Every month or so, I come back to New Orleans so I can get more.” She held up the bottle. “This quarter inch is all I have left, so I gotta remember to stock up tomorrow.”

  “If you go to our website and email my dad, he’ll ship it to you.”

  She dug through her bag again and produced a notebook and a pen, which she handed to me.

  “Oh my God, please write down that website. It’s not listed on the bottle.”

  I grabbed both items and began writing. “It’s easy to remember, but probably not easy to spell. It’s our last name and the words ‘pepper farm’ dot com.”

  She took the notebook from me. “Seriously?” She looked at me like I grew two heads. “Your last name is really hero?”

  I laughed. Heroux got a ton of mispronunciations, and hero was always my favorite.

  “It’s pronounced ay-roo, but if you wanna call me hero, I’ll let ya, Cher.”

  The look on her face, the one that said she wanted to devour me, made its second appearance tonight. Things were about to get… interesting.

  She leaned forward and lowered her voice to a sexy growl. “Do that again.”

  I raised my eyebrow questioningly. “Pronounce my last name?”

  She shook her head. “No, do that… Cajun thing again.”

  “That… Cajun thing?”

  “Every once in a while, I hear it. The accent. I thought it was just an everyday, Louisiana southern accent, but just now, I heard it plain as day.” She licked her lips. “Do it again.”

  I smiled, channeling my Paw Paw, which was super weird since I was trying to get this girl so turned on, she would want to wrap her legs around me, but hey, whatever worked.

  “Now wha’ choo wan’ me to say, Cher?”

  She launched out of her seat and on to my lap, securing her mouth to mine before I could say more.

  Thirteen

  Kaelyn

  What was it about that accent?

  Let’s see… I’d talked all night to an Australian actor at one of the parties I planned. I met a French designer when Ciara was getting a fitting for a red-carpet event. Hell, I even went on two platonic dates with a lesser-known member of a semi-popular British boy band, but none of their accents could compare to the one coming out of this guy’s mouth right now.

  Of course, that could have something to do with the guy himself.

  And what he called me? Cher, pronounced, “sha.”

  There were different terms of endearment used in New Orleans. I knew from my time in college here that people referred to everyone as “baby;” it took some time to get used to it. However, “Cher” was short for the French term, chéri, and they used it like sweetheart. It always hit me in the feels when a random stranger called me “Cher.”

  But when he used it just now? Damn. Wet-O-Rama.

  No other man had the effect on me that he did.

  Maybe the accent was just the excuse I needed to kiss him.

  And holy hot damn, could the man kiss.

  This kiss was less about urgency. This one’s purpose was to explore. He said he wanted to learn about me? Well, he was doing a pretty damn good job.

  Yeah, the question game was one sided. I learned his favorite color was blue. His favorite food was the boudin from some little store in Opelousas. I found out he graduated from Loyola in NOLA with a degree in computer science, and he currently worked out of New Orleans designing computer systems for security firms. He wasn’t into comic books per se, but he did like to watch all the Marvel superhero movies, not the DC ones because he said they kept starting over and retelling the stories differently. (I had to remind him that Marvel did the same with Spiderman, but he brushed it off.) He did receive brownie points from me because his favorite of those movies was Deadpool. And his favorite TV show was a toss-up between Big Bang Theory and The Blacklist.

  He learned nothing about me, other than I liked Deadpool, too.

  And that Cajun accents turned me on like nobody’s business.

  But now… now he was learning that I really liked it when he dragged his lips across mine, and when he licked my bottom lip, I moaned.

  Yeah, he was a great student.

  He pulled back from kissing me and looked in my eyes.

  “Help me out here, Cher. I’m not sure what’s allowed in this little make-out session.”

  I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed to his ear. “You may do whatever you want to do, Brody,” I breathed, pulling his lobe lightly with my teeth.

  He fisted the back of my hair and directed my mouth back to his, the urgency returning with a vengeance. I adjusted on his lap so that I straddled him.

  His hands traveled to my outer thighs, pushing my skirt up all the way to my hips. Both hands moved to my center, and what he felt made him smile.

  “No panties?”

  I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “They kinda got a little messy earlier, so I took them off in your bathroom.”

  He cupped my ass with both hands and stood, moving to the edge of the bed where he set me down.

  “Kaelyn, this goes as far as you want it to go.” He took off his shirt. “You can stop me whenever you want.” I watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans, and then he cupped my cheek. “But right now, all I want to do is undress you, put my lips on every inch of you,” he leaned down and whispered in my ear, revving up his accent a little, “make you come with my mouth, and fuck you until you scream, Cher.”

  I’m not sure what the noise was that came out of me when he said that, something like a whiney grunt coupled with a whimpered sigh. He kissed my neck to my cheek and stood.

  I pulled down his jeans, freeing his cock, and immediately wrapped my lips around him sucking him down my throat.

  “Whoa, Cher, what…”

  The swallow around his cock shut him up real nice. My rolling tongue and the suction with the cupping of his balls started his hips moving nice and slow in and out of my mouth.

  I used my free hand to encircle the bottom of his shaft, the part that wouldn’t fit.

  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and batted my hand away.

  “Cher, if you keep that up, I’ll be done.” He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “You have a wickedly talented mouth, you know that?”

  I sucked his thumb into my wicked mouth. “I’ve been told.”

  Immediately, I regretted those words and looked down. “I just mean that my mouth… uh… my words get me into trouble sometimes.”

  He tilted my head up and flashed a sinful grin.

  “Your mouth is definitely trouble.”

  Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to stand. His long, elegant fingers began undoing the buttons of my blouse, and I watched him work. Somehow, this was more of a turn on than his words were.

  I made a mental note to encourage him to get some sort of hobby that required the use of his hands, like piano or whittling, or hell, even macramé, just so I could watch. Those fingers… unf.

  My shirt was on the floor at my feet, and my bra joined it. He deftly removed my skirt, too.

  “My God, Kaelyn. You are just… beautiful.”

  There it was… that word again. Not “cute.” Not “hot.” Not “smokin’.” He said beautiful.

  And the way he looked at me, I believed him.

  I helped him push his jeans down his legs and pulled him on top of me on the bed. I was tired of waiting.

  His lips caressed mine sweetly, but I didn’t want sweet. I wanted the urgency from before. I tried to deepen and speed up the kiss, going so far as to wrap my legs around his hips and move his cock into position, but he shook his head.

  “Nuh uh, Cher. You are not going to change the plan on me now.” His mouth moved down my neck. “I have a few hundred places my lips and tongue need to taste before they make yo
u come. Only then will I be inside you.” He kissed my mouth slowly once more. “Be patient. I’ll make it worth it. I promise.”

  The kiss that followed… wow. The kiss was full of promises and hints to what was to come. It started slowly, just a light stroke of my lips, and it gradually picked up speed and intensity. His tongue licked the seam of my lips, which I gladly opened for him, but he wasn’t demanding. He caressed my tongue with his, with slow, methodical strokes.

  “Take a deep breath, Cher. Relax. I am going to take my time. You make the most of it by just allowing yourself to feel everything.”

  I nodded and did as he requested, inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly. Once he started moving down my body, I moved my hands above my head and closed my eyes.

  “God, I love the way you smell… so good,” he whispered against my neck.

  I felt his lips everywhere they traveled, down to the hollow of my throat, over to my shoulders, across my collar bones, and to the swell of my breasts. When his nose circled around my nipple, I opened my eyes to watch what he would do.

  I’m so glad I did.

  His eyes locked with mine as his tongue flicked my nipple. I arched my back, so he flattened his tongue and licked it quickly before enclosing his lips around it. He sucked, and I moaned. The suction increased, and one of my hands flew to the back of his head, holding him there. When his hand started pinching my other nipple, I cried out, jutting my hips forward, looking for some friction.

  He smiled around my nipple and let go.

  “Nipple play is good. Noted.”

  He quickly sucked the other nipple in his mouth and let it go with a pop.

  “Sorry, Cher, I have other places to go.”

  He licked and kissed across my stomach and down around my belly button, not leaving one place unexplored. He was right. He definitely liked to take his time.

  He made it down to my hips, his nose nuzzling my skin from hipbone to hipbone. I thrust my hips forward, finally losing patience with his reconnaissance mission.

  He sat on his knees and spread my legs wide, staring at my pussy. After running a finger from my clit to my opening, he looked up at me and smiled nervously.

  “I haven’t done this in a while, so feel free to direct me.”

  Before I could question, his tongue was on me, licking in the opposite direction his finger took, and I arched off the bed. He circled my clit with his tongue and looked up at me through his lashes. His mouth sealed around my clit and he sucked it into his mouth, and I felt two fingers enter my pussy. He moved his tongue across my clit the same time his fingers hit that spot he found earlier.

  I shattered, splintering into a million pieces; he didn’t let up.

  I half-heartedly tried to move away from him, but he wrapped his arms firmly around my thighs, holding me in place. It wasn’t much of a fight anyway. Those violently shaking thighs couldn’t get away, even if I really tried.

  The orgasm quieted, and I heard the tear of a wrapper. I opened my eyes in time to watch him roll on the condom.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded.

  “That was fucking beautiful.” He positioned himself on top of me, propped on one arm. He ran the tip of his cock through my slit twice and lined it up with my opening. “Ready?”

  He grabbed the back of my knee and lifted, pressing inside me as he did. I felt every inch of him enter me slowly. He hissed through it, mumbling something unintelligible. He pulled back and thrust, pushing my leg higher, opening me up to take all of him.

  “You just got really wet. You like the leg thing, huh?”

  “Brody?”

  “Ahhh, what, Baby?”

  “Please…” I gripped his ass, silently begging for more.

  “Hang on there, Cher. I need a minute to appreciate how good your pussy feels. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. It’d feel better if you moved.”

  He dropped to his elbow and thrust deeply inside me.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, pulling out slowly and thrusting hard. I fucking saw stars.

  “Like that?”

  “God, yes, but faster.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He started to move with the force of a hurricane, rolling his hips when he hit the deepest part of me. There was no rhythm. Brody did what felt good to him, taking me along for the ride.

  I’d never been fucked like this.

  His lips only left my skin to look into my face to see if the noises I was making were from discomfort or pleasure. Lord knew at that point, I honestly was beyond both.

  He changed the angle of his hips so that his cock dragged against my clit when he thrust, building the pressure deep in my core, promising the orgasm to end all orgasms.

  This one might wreck me completely.

  “Holy shit, Kaelyn, you feel so good.”

  His words lit the fuse, shooting me off like the finale of a fireworks show, leaving planet Earth and living momentarily among the stars. I floated gently back to the bed to feel his cock pulsing inside me. Opening my eyes, I watched his face contort and heard his whimper. My pussy contracted in time with him, and I was unsure if it was a recoil from my detonation or another tiny orgasm. Whatever, I rode it out just the same.

  He collapsed on top of me, careful to keep his full weight from crushing me. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him, mimicking the sweet, slow kiss he used to start this. His hands cupped my head as the kiss turned more heated.

  How his cock was still hard, I don’t know, but he rolled his hips against mine. My pussy squeezed him in response.

  “Oh, God damn, do that again,” he whispered against my lips.

  So I did, a few times.

  “Jesus, Kaelyn, I think you could destroy me.”

  “I’m happy to try, but honestly, I need a few minutes.”

  His thumbs caressed my cheeks so he could look into my eyes, a simple smile of awe on his face. He pushed up on his arms and kissed me chastely before pulling out of me slowly.

  “I’m going to take care of this,” he pointed to the condom, “and I’d like it if you would join me in the shower.”

  The look, the shy, unsure look that was politeness and begging all rolled into one, convinced me. I mean I would have joined him even without the puppy dog eyes, but that look would have done me in had I not already been on board.

  Fourteen

  Brody

  There was absolutely nothing sexual about our shower… well, other than the fact that a naked, wet Kaelyn was in there with me, sliding her breasts against my stomach and back. We bathed each other, and then I turned her around and washed her hair.

  Damn, her moans as I massaged her scalp had my dick begging to slide into her again, but I ignored him. I wanted the shower to be sensual, not another excuse to fuck her.

  God, did I want to fuck her.

  All night.

  Tonight’s experience with her transcended all other experiences I ever had. I’d never felt like that with… anyone else in my entire existence. I really did feel like she could destroy me.

  But tomorrow would come too soon.

  And I’d have to leave.

  To move into the version of the future I no longer had with a woman I no longer wanted in my life.

  A woman I have yet to face.

  What a difference a day makes.

  Scratch that. What a difference sixteen hours makes.

  Had it only been sixteen hours? It felt like more, yet it wasn’t near enough. I had a feeling all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough.

  Kaelyn might need a lifetime.

  Wow, it was too soon to think that way. Way too soon.

  I laid next to her, facing her, stroking her skin, as she told me about her business as a social event planner and marketing manager. She yawned.

  “Sorry I keep yawning, but I’ve been up for almost twenty hours now. I’m not used to staying up so long.”

  I kissed her nose. “It’s only midnight in Cal
ifornia, lightweight.”

  “I was up at five packing. I’m exhausted.” She secured the covers over her shoulder. “And freezing.”

  I moved closer, wrapped my arm around her, and pulled her toward me, laying her head on my chest.

  “Better?”

  She nodded and snuggled closer.

  “I’ve never slept in the same bed all night with a man before. I don’t know how this is gonna go, but you are very comfy and warm.” She yawned again. “I’m gonna sleep now.”

  I kissed her temple and settled in, stroking her back. When I felt her go slack against me, I pulled her tighter and allowed myself to fall under.

  ***

  “This is a hell of a way to wake up, Cher,” I mumbled in her ear, still not quite sure if I was awake or having an incredibly vivid dream.

  She positioned herself on top of me, straddling me, rubbing her wet pussy along my cock. I ran my hands down the soft skin of her back to her hips, keeping her from slipping me inside her.

  She hummed in my ear. “I can’t help it.” Her hips ground against me. “I had a very good dream.”

  I thrust upward, causing her to cry out. “Care to tell me about it?”

  She pushed herself to sitting and shook her head, blushing. I looked down and watched her work herself against my shaft, which glistened from her wetness. It made my mouth water.

  I scooped her under her ass and brought her pussy to my mouth, plunging my tongue into her. She gasped as I fucked her with my tongue. I moved to her clit, sucking it into my mouth, not too gently. I let go, and ran my tongue from inside her pussy to around her clit several times. She moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue.

  I always loved making a woman squirm with my mouth.

  My hands spread her wider, swiping both thumbs across her opening, pushing in the tips slightly as I sucked her clit again. Right as I felt her tighten around my thumbs, I moved one thumb further south. When I made contact with her other hole, she thrust her hips forward, let her head fall back, and pulsed around my thumb, moaning so loudly, I worried about neighbors hearing her.