SHOOT: A Novel (20 page)

“You…want to come
upstairs?” I asked as I hopped off of the motorcycle.

Our date had gone
well. Rick was completely different from other men and the whole night I could
tell he was trying to impress me. He was chivalrous and had great manners. He
was also clumsy, but I could tell he was trying to impress me; even though we
went to some small burger joint rather than a fancy restaurant like Jonathan
took me to. That was what was different about Rick.

Before our date I
hadn’t put a finger on it. But after spending a night with him I figured it
out. He didn’t pay much attention to image or how he came across, but he paid
attention to
me
. And that was
something I wasn’t used to.

“Of course I want
to come up stairs.” He smiled and hopped off the bike. He walked over to the
parking meter and put a few quarters in it before following me up to the door.

As much as I liked
him, I couldn’t see myself staying with him. And I definitely couldn’t see
myself introducing him to my mother. He wasn’t what
she
would have approved of. She expected me to find a clean cut man
with a professional career—a doctor, lawyer, or a businessman. Not a man rough
around the edges like Rick. When I thought of things like that I couldn’t tell
if it was how I truly felt about the situation, or if I was just trying to
please my mother. I knew I was trying to please her with my career, but was I
trying to please her with men too?

I drew a deep
breath in as I unlocked my apartment door, savoring the scent of sandalwood and
dead sexy man coming from behind me. As soon as we walked in and shut the door
he pinned me to the wall with a rough kiss. I melted against him the moment I
felt his strong grip on my hips, pulling me closer to him. He nibbled at my lip
before brushing my head aside and sinking his teeth into my neck. The tiny bit
of pain sent tingles up the back of my neck and my knees weakened.

“I’ve been waiting
too long for this.” He whispered into my ear as he pushed his hips against me.
My heart thundered inside my chest the moment I felt his hard bulge press
against my hip.

“Let’s go to the
bedroom.” I panted against his mouth as I ran my hand across his hardness. With
that he leaned away from the wall and allowed me to lead the way. As I walked
down the hallway I grabbed the hem of my blouse and practically threw it off
over my head. His leather jacket and shirt were tossed on the floor behind us
as we walked toward the bedroom. I couldn’t help but sneak a glance over my shoulder
at his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. He really knew how to take care of
himself.

As soon as we
walked into the bedroom Rick threw me onto the bed. I let out a playful giggle
as I bounced on the mattress. I gave him a wink as I started to unbutton my
jeans. A heavy pant escaped my lips the moment I saw his thick cock come into
view as he tossed his jeans and boxers onto the floor.

“You’re taking too
long.” He said as I struggled to get my skin tight jeans down my legs.
 
He grabbed them and forcefully tugged them
down my legs. As soon as I was naked he spread my legs apart and leaned between
my thighs with a devilish smile.

I shimmied to the
edge of the bed as Rick fell to his knees. Heat and lust swelled up inside me
as he leaned down with kisses on the inside of my thighs. His rough stubble
rubbing against my soft skin, making my back arch off the bed.
 
With each wet to plant of his lips my heart
thundered faster, my fingers gripping the blankets.

I leaned back as
his tongue explored me. He slid over my smooth pussy lips. I couldn't help myself
from begging for more. He let his tongue slide down over my opening, tasting my
wetness, feeling me responding to him with the rocking of my hips. Then slowly,
he slid his tongue inside my wet folds.

I laid back with a
heavy sigh, the warm soft bed underneath me as Rick buried his tongue inside.
He traced it along my clit softly, tasting every drop of me as though it were
the first time he had ever tasted anything so sweet.

My eyes clenched
shut as I felt the warmth of his fingers holding my thighs apart. He licked me
hungrily now and I knew that the hardness of his cock had to be unbearable as
he made sure I was ready for him.

"Fuck
me..." the words came out as a mere whisper, but he heard me and stopped
just long enough to respond.

"No, first
you come for me. I want to taste you.”

His words were
enough to make me tighten and a tremor ran through my body as his tongue slid
back down over me. Curling and twisting around my sensitive clit. Carefully and
rhythmically he teased me with his tongue until I teetered on the edge.

The sound that
came out of my mouth was no more than a guttural moan as I threw back my head. My
thighs tightened around his face as hot pleasure arched my back. Waves of
weightlessness flowed through my limbs and curled my toes.

Rick continued
teasing me, tasting me as my body trembled and my pussy pulled tightly before
releasing me in a shudder of rippling pleasure. "Mmmm" he hummed
against my pussy as he sucked gently, playfully dipping his tongue inside.

"You taste amazing."
He was breathless now as he sucked me one last time before pulling away.

Rick stood up and I
opened my eyes only to see him standing between my legs with his thick cock
throbbing.

"Do you still
want me to fuck you?" He teased my opening with the tip of his cock. Slowly,
he slipped his head inside.

“Hurry up
already!” I yelped as I rolled my hips toward him, forcing him inside a little
more. He teased me by slowly easing his head in and out as he practically devoured
my naked and needy body with his eyes.

He ran the head of
his cock up and down my wet lips a few times.
 
I tried to lift my hips up in search of more friction, but he slammed
them back down onto the bed.
 
That was
when I finally felt him slide his entire length inside me in one swift motion.
My mouth locked open and my eyes fluttered closed as I felt the thick width of
his shaft stretch me full.

A breathy moan
escaped my chest as I arched my back, enjoying the pleasure of finally being
filled with him after wanting it so badly for so long.
 
I tried to lift my hips like I always did,
but he wasn’t allowing it.
 
He started
pumping in and out of me slowly at first but he must have been worked up too
because it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace. The quiet bedroom
filled with the rhythmic slapping of our skin as he caught one of my bouncing
breasts in his hand. He leaned down and gave my nipple a playful bite, forcing
a quivering moan out of me.
  

Everything about
him made me a trembling mess—his scent, his body, the way he looked at me like
a hungry animal. He was everything I wanted in a man and the last person people
would expect me to be with. I knew whatever this was we had, it wasn’t going to
last. Even though he felt so right, he was wrong for me.
   

He slid his arm
under my lower back and lifted my hips so he could penetrate me deeper and
harder.
 
It wasn’t long before he was
thrusting in and out hard and fast, forcing breathy moans to skip out of me
with each slap of his hips.
 
He reached down
and squeezed one of my erect nipples just before moving down so he could rub my
clit.
 

I sucked a deep
breath in as he gripped my hips and pulled me toward him, propping my ass on
his thighs so that I was angled a bit upward and he could burry himself deeper
inside me. I moaned even louder. He started thrusting in and out faster, making
sure each stroke was deep and long. Without warning he pulled out, grabbed my
leg, and turned me over until I was on my stomach, each of my legs on either
side of him.

I clawed at the
bed as he tugged me closer and nestled his cock against my opening. He eased
inside, forcing my jaw to lock open in a silent scream. He started to thrust as
deep and fast as before. This time it set off a chain of loud cries, purely
from pleasure, as he hit the perfect spot inside me with every single thrust.
He definitely knew what he was doing and I found the silent way he took control
extremely hot.

Rick started
thrusting harder, never failing to go as deep as possible and making sure he
hit my sensitive spot each time. My body tensed up and I squeezed my legs
against him, muscles clenching around his manhood as intense feelings coursed
through my veins. My teeth sank into my lower lip as tingles cascaded down the
back of my legs and my fingers clenched at the covers.
 

I was practically
a limp ragdoll as Rick turned me back over and started thrusting in and out of me,
face to face. He gripped my waist tightly and pounded into me, the headboard smacked
loudly against the wall with each punishing thrust of his hips.

I moaned again,
louder and louder, until my body tensed up as the orgasm slammed into me. Waves
of pleasure rippled through my body, jerking my legs and curling my toes.
 
I stopped making noise and my mouth hung open
as my body practically vibrated with intense pleasure. It wasn’t long before his
thrusting stilled and I felt the pumping of his cock inside me, filling me
deep.

We both fell onto
our backs and stared up at the ceiling, panting for breath as our hearts began
to slow. I turned my head to the side and admired his bright green eyes and
strong jaw covered with five o’clock shadow.

 
Even though he was everything I wanted in a man—fun,
adventurous, and dead sexy—he wasn’t right for me. I was already too deep in my
professional life and I needed a clean cut professional man to go along with
that life.

At least that’s
what I told myself. That’s what I thought I believed.

Now I had to tell
him the truth.

This wasn’t going
to work out.

“I don’t think
this is going to work out between us.” I said as soon as we got dressed.

Rick stared at me
with a blank expression before finally speaking. “What won’t work out between
us?”

“This.” I said,
motioning at both of us. “This whole thing…I.” My eyes cast to the ground, I
could barely look at him as he sat at the edge of my bed. “It won’t work.”

He looked somewhat
shocked. Everything had been going so well and I’m sure my sudden doubts were
coming out of left field for him.

“Why won’t this
work?”

“You’re not-” I
stopped and took a deep breath as I tried to find the right words. “
I’m
not the right kind of girl for you.”

His eyebrows
scrunched up in shock confusion. He looked at me as if I had just told him I
was a purple alien from mars or something equally as ridiculous.

“What the hell
does that mean?”

“I’ve got a career
and a life and an image I have to maintain.” The words sounded terrible the
moment they left my mouth.

“An image?” He
looked offended. “What am I not clean cut and prissy looking enough for you?”
He was starting to get angry.

“It’s not that.
Actually you’re everything I want in a man.”

“Then what is it
Kayla?” His voice grew grim just as the tears started to well up inside my
eyes. But I held strong, refusing to let one of them spill over and roll down
my cheek.

“You’re everything
I want, but I can’t have it.” I sounded like a stumbling idiot. I was trying to
voice my feelings before I even understood them myself.
 

“I’m right here.”
He said as he held his arms out in mock presentation.

I drew a deep
breath in as I tried to focus myself and calm down. Finally, I found the
courage to look up at his beautiful green eyes. His face had disappointment,
anger, and every other bad emotion written across it.

“It won’t work
because…you’re not like me.” My eyes quickly darted back to the ground. “You’re
wrong for me.”

 
I did my best to blink away a tear, but only
managed to make it roll down my cheek. “Every day I go to that office and feel
like I don’t belong there. They aren’t my type of people. Everyone is such a
professional stiff you can’t even make a joke.”
 

I was speaking so
fast I’d be surprised if he actually understood what I was saying.

“But it’s the
career I’ve been in for years. It’s the only life I’ve ever known and if I want
to get ahead I have to stay focused. I can’t date somebody like you. You’ll
only add to the discomfort. You’re a constant reminder that there’s something
else out there for me. But I don’t think there actually is something else for
me. My bed is already made and now I have to lay in it. This is as good as it
gets.”

“Do you even know
what you want?” He said as he stood up and walked closer to me. There was a
long pause as I took a breath and gathered myself.

“I want to take
the next step in my career.” I said, looking up at him as he towered over me
know.

“And I’m going to
get in your way?” He asked, chest heaving with every breath.

The silence
permeated every bone in my body.

“Yes.”

“No it’s not.” He
instantly shot back. “I know people like you Kayla. You always say to
yourselves ‘Just a few more years of working hard and then I’ll settle down and
have some fun.’ Then a few years pass and you look in the mirror and say the
same thing. You’re always looking for the next big break. You’re always doing
shit you don’t want to do. You’re always worried about what other people think.
So you do what you think
they
want
you to do.

I decided not to
be that person years ago. Stop and smell the roses Kayla, feel the sun on your
back. If you don’t, one day you’ll wake up and realize you never lived life for
yourself—you lived it for someone else.”

He was so close to
me his breath warmed my skin. I could tell he was tempted to reach out for me
and pull me closer. But he refrained. I looked up at him with pleading eyes,
but that look was all he needed. He quickly grabbed his leather jacket off the
floor and made his way out.

“I’m leaving for
Washington tomorrow and don’t know when I’ll be back.”
 

Before he walked
out I spun around. “I’m sorry Rick.” It was the only thing I could think of to
say.

“I’m not the one
you need to apologize to. Apologize to yourself.” With that he left.

This was never
supposed to turn into this. He was just supposed to be a fun and spontaneous
one-night stand in a bar bathroom. But everything about
him
stirred up everything I hated about
me.

I could still feel
the faint warmth from his breath on my skin.

But it grew colder
every second he was away.