Chapter 4
“What about family Mr. Westley, we spoke about your parents. Any siblings?”
“It’s David,” he said in exasperation. “And I’ve got two. A brother, and a sister. My sister is younger, she’s a teacher back in Scotland, and my brother is a year older than I am, he works somewhere in the Middle East as an archaeologist.”
“All three of you are as diverse as they get,” she commented as one hand toyed with a loose strand of hair. She twirled it around her finger. “A lot of our readers sent in this question, and sometimes we have to oblige and keep the masses happy, so you’ll forgive me if this question is too personal.” She grimaced and hesitated before she scrunched up her nose. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
David gave her a half smile. “No girlfriend, no.”
“Really? That’s surprising.” She tilted her head. “Boyfriend then?”
David nearly choked on his own saliva as he guffawed and began slapping his leg. If she knew what was going through his brain right now, and pretty much every moment since she walked in, she would not have asked that question. “Not that there’s anything wrong with liking guys, but I really don’t. I like women, warm, soft, nice smelling, subtle, voluptuous, spry women.”
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend then?”
He took a step closer, so she was forced to take a step backwards till her back hit the lockers. She stared at him, lust and desire battling with confusion in her gray eyes. His mouth dropped to her lips. “I like to sample different flavors.”
“Women aren’t ice cream, you know,” she pointed out.
“True,” he agreed. “But they are so much better. Women are something you should really take your time exploring, each one of them is different, even if outwardly they look the same, but mannerisms and such, they’re very different. They even smell different.”
He reached out to touch her shoulder, and he placed one hand there, slowly as light as a feather. He waited to see if she would push his hand off or shove him away, to let him know that she didn’t want him because he might be insanely attracted to her right now, but he would never force himself on a woman.
She tensed for a minute before her muscles quivered and relaxed. She sighed deeply. “And you know all this because you’re a womanizer.” It was more of a statement than a question, but David frowned as he began to rub her shoulders slightly causing a ripple of goosebumps to break out across her collarbone.
“Womanizer has such negative connotations; no I prefer the term well versed in women.”
She laughed, a deep throaty chuckle. “That’s a rather long term that refers to the same thing.”
David stopped rubbing her shoulders, and he could see the disappointment flicker in her eyes, but she tried to hide it by giving him a small smile. “It’s really not the same thing.”
“Would you care to elaborate on that Mr. Westley?”
He gave her a pleasant smile as his fingers went back to deftly massaging her shoulders. His finger inched its way underneath her shirt till it came into contact with her skin, and once again he waited to see if she would push him off.
One again she didn’t. He made eye contact with her silently asking her if this was okay. She gave him a small imperceptible nod, where if not for her slight quiver he wouldn’t have been able to tell she was nervous at all.
“Womanizers go through women like it’s a sale or something. I really don’t have a better way to describe it. They don’t appreciate the process, the subtle art of seduction, and they definitely don’t appreciate the wide array of women available, and how each and every one of them is different enough to be enjoyed separately.”
“That sounds like utter bullshit,” she challenged.
One eyebrow went up in amusement as a laugh escaped his lips. “Well, well, well look who has a fire within them. I knew it was lurking somewhere behind those sexy librarian glasses, and those intelligent gray eyes.”
She straightened her spine as she tried not to react to his finger on her bra strap. “Mr. Westley, are you trying to seduce me?”
David’s finger dipped over the swell of her breast causing her breath to hitch in her throat. “Trying would imply that there is a percentage of failure involved. I don’t try Ms.” David paused as he gave her a rueful smile. “I’m half naked, soon to be fully naked, and you will be too, so don’t you think it’s better we were acquainted with each other on a first name basis?”
The redhead raised an eyebrow. “What on earth makes you think that I will be fully naked? Mr. Westley, I am a professional journalist.”
“Of course, you are, I never meant to imply otherwise, but given that there is nobody else here, and it’s just you and me, and I want nothing more than to thrust into you so hard, you won’t be able to stand, don’t you think it would be a shame not to indulge?”
Her face turned a crimson red as her mouth opened and closed like a fish gaping. David waited patiently for her to make up her mind as he held himself as still as a statue.
“It’s Coira,” she said finally. “But I really don’t think we should.”
“Coira.” The name rolled off his tongue, and it triggered something in his mind, but he pushed it to the back of his head. “Why do you think we shouldn’t?”
“It’s called professional integrity. What kind of journalist would I be if I slept with the person I’m interviewing?”
“You can easily separate the two. I’m the person you happen to be interviewing yes, but I’m also the person you’re wildly attracted to, and I can tell that you want to jump my bones.”
“What makes you think that?”
He leaned closer and nuzzled her neck and began to kiss it gently causing her to lean into him and begin to take heavy breaths. He pressed his lips over her pressure point. “This is what makes me think that,” He murmured against her skin. “If you didn’t want me as badly as I want you or more than then your heart wouldn’t be racing a million miles a minute right now.”
“I suppose so,” she conceded as she swallowed heavily.
He lowered her shirt on the left side and began to kiss her collarbone as he lowered her bra strap.
“It still doesn’t make it right,” she choked out, her voice tinged with barely concealed lust and desire.
“Right and wrong is relative, don’t you think? Why should something that feels so good” His finger slipped inside her bra and flicked her nipple. She jerked at his touch, and he could smell her arousal making him instantly hard again.
“Be wrong?” he finished as he lowered the other side of her shirt and the other bra strap.
“I see your point,” she panted finally as she pressed herself closer to him. He kicked her legs open and stood between them letting his bugle press against her center.
Her widened in surprise as she gazed at him from behind her glasses. He reached over and carefully removed her glasses and placed them in her bag. “Wouldn’t want those sexy glasses of yours to break.”
“No, we definitely wouldn’t want that,” she agreed as he slipped her shirt off. He threw it somewhere in the room and paused to admire her creamy complexion. Her breasts were just as he imagined, better even, not too big and not too small, just the right size.
He reached behind her back and undid the bra straps, so that her breasts sprang free. She blushed as her arms automatically went up to cover her breasts. He gently disentangled her hands. “Don’t do that. They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
Coira gave him an amused smile. “Sure you aren’t just saying that to get me to give in faster?”
David looked at her for a moment, studying her seriously. “I don’t do that, Coira. I’m not that type of guy, I say what I think, if I think that a woman is sexy, I’ll say it, if I think she’s hot I’ll say it, but I rarely ever use the term beautiful, and I think you are. So just enjoy this moment and stop trying to overthink it, okay?”
“I’ll try,” she offered as she let her arms hang limply at her side.
“Let’s see if we can get a bit more enthusiasm here,” he teased as he began to kiss her breasts softly at first but then more urgently. Coira arched her back as she pushed her body forward allowing him better access. Her hands came up to tangle themselves around his neck as she spread her legs even further. The towel on his waist fell in a heap on the floor, he licked it aside, and as he stood there in all his naked glory, Coira flushed as she stared at him in wonder. He could tell that hot-blooded desire course through her veins, it was written all over her face, and he couldn’t wait to see how much more she would reveal as the night went on.
He rocked his hips once just to see her reaction, and her reaction was to wrap one leg around his waist to give him better access. He grunted as he held himself back knowing that he needed to make her just a bit more pliable, so they could both fully enjoy it.
He went back to lavishing her breasts with attention as he began to gently bite on the nipple, twisting it around his mouth and licking it till she was practically groaning with pleasure.
He did the same to the other breast till they were both standing fully erect. He reached down and rubbed her over her pants surprised to find that they were slightly wet.
She was really something else.
Most women didn’t get turned on that easily. He was definitely going to enjoy this. He kept one hand on the front of her pants unmoving as the other danced across her back tracing random patterns lightly till he could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand. He moved his hand down till it was resting just above her ass. His fingers deftly slid in until he was cupping her firm, smooth ass, and for a second he lost all self-control and just growled.
She felt so good. Just as smooth and as firm as he had predicted, and voluptuous in all the right places. He could feel her muscles tense as he moved his fingers up and down her ass. In one swift movement, he managed to hoist her up. She was momentarily surprised until she managed to wrap both legs around his waist and steady herself. He made sure she leaned most of her weight against the lockers, so that she wouldn’t fall. He kept one hand braced on the locker door, and the other reached down to rub her over the top of her pants once again.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, but instead of feeling shy, she had her eyes closed and was reacting based on pure instinct.
It was absolutely erotic to watch.
He began to finger her on top of the pants, and she made a sound in the back of her throat that he guessed was signaling her impatience. She began running her hands up and down his back, clawing in impatience as she pushed him closer, both of their bodies needing the friction.
She unhooked one hand and huffed in annoyance as she grabbed his hand and not so gently shoved it inside her pants. He pressed his lips to hers and smiled as she began to move her hips. He deepened the kiss until she finally opened his mouth and let him in.
Their tongues began a battle for dominance. Neither of them willing to give up just yet till finally he began to move one finger. She bit down on his bottom lip hard, so he began to move two fingers slowly just on top of her panties.
He knew what she wanted. She wanted skin on skin contact, but he wasn’t going to give her that just yet.
As he began to move his fingers in a thrusting motion, her hips began to push against his fingers desperately seeking contact. She tore her lips away from his and threw her head back and moaned. David leaned forward and captured her lips with his swallowing back her moan as he kissed her tightly with his lips closed. She bit down on his lip causing his mouth to fly open in surprise.
David’s fingers inched close to the edge of her panties before they finally slipped in and found what they were looking for. All at once Coira stilled and thrummed with a barely concealed energy.
One finger connected with her bundle of nerves and began to slowly move in and out. Soon a second finger joined as Coira began to pant and squirm in anticipation.
She surprised him by reaching down and cupping him in the palm of her hand. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as his fingers stilled. She began stroking him up and down causing David to grunt as he leaned his forehead against hers.
She stopped after a while, and David’s eyes flew open as his fingers went back to what they were doing earlier.
They were interrupted by the shrill ringing over her phone, and both of their eyes snapped to the phone.
Chapter 5
“You don’t have to get it,” David whispered as he gently nibbled on her ear.
“I have to,” she groaned. “It could be important.”
“More important than this?” He wriggled his fingers, so that Coira had to bite her lip to hold back a moan.
“You know you want to ignore it,” he pointed out as he pressed himself against her, so she could once more feel his erection pressed against the front of her pants.
“Just hang on.” She bent down and reached for her phone and pressed it to her ear. She spoke quietly, and David didn’t bother listening to what she was saying because he was too busy discovering the contours of her body.
From the swell and slope of her breasts to her long legs and cherry waist. His eyes traveled over her body leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His eyes met hers, and he gave her a lazy smile as she shot him a pleading look.
No doubt asking him not to make it hard for her to stay on the phone.
Well, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Why should he? He gave her a wicked smile as he took a step back and turned her around.
She obliged and faced the lockers, confusion reflected in her gray eyes as she twisted her head to take a look at him all while responding to whoever was calling.
He gently pushed her forward, so she had to place one hand on the lockers to keep herself steady. He grabbed her hair and gently pushed it forward, so that her back was completely exposed.
He began to kiss between her shoulders blades, down her smooth back and all the way until her waist. He grabbed a handful of her ass between his fingers and squeezed. She jerked as she tossed him a scathing look over his shoulder.
He shrugged innocently as he dipped one finger into her pants from the back and began to rub her ass in slow soothing gestures. He heard her sigh deeply as she argued with the person on the other end of the phone.
He reached over and brought his fingers up to his face. He licked some of his fingers and then proceeded to bring his hands up to her breasts from the back and tweak her nipples. She bucked into him from behind allowing him to have some much-needed friction.
She moaned quietly before she quickly covered her mouth. “What? Oh, no, I just um stubbed my toe, listen I gotta go, we’ll talk about this later.”
She clicked end and slipped her phone back into her bag. She tried to turn around to face him, but he kept her in place by placing both hands firmly on her waist. “Just stay as you are, but with both hands on the lockers, so you can keep yourself propped up.”
She hesitated for a second before she obeyed but not before tossing him a confused look over her shoulder.
“It’s a far more erotic position, and allows for maximum pleasure, plus without being able to see your face, I can try to picture your reactions, and that’s far more stimulating for the imagination.”
“I didn’t know that.” He could hear the blush in her voice.
“It also allows me to be able to pleasure you in two ways.”
“Oh?” she questioned as she tried to take a peek at him but failed.
“Yes, one from the front, like so.” He placed his hand between her legs and rubbed.
“And the other like so.” He rubbed himself all over her pants causing her to whimper in the back of her throat.
“And I have to do it while bending over?” she questioned.
He laughed, a quick laugh. “No, you can stand up straight, I can still manage.”
She stood up and leaned against him, so that the only thing separating them was the pants she had on.
“I think there’s too many clothes here, don’t you agree?” he murmured as his hands traveled down and began to tug on the buttons on her pants.
“Mm-hmm.” She made a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat as she helped him take off her jeans. She kicked them off and stood with her back to him in her lacy black panties.
“I like your tattoo,” she blurted it out.
He glanced down at his shoulder forgetting that he had a tattoo there, something in Gaelic.
“I see you have one too,” he murmured in amusement as he traced the wand tattooed on her top left shoulder.
“A wand?” Amusement colored his tone.
She stiffened as if somehow taking offense at his jest. “It’s from Harry Potter. I know it might be considered childish by some, but those books changed my life.”
“I’m only kidding, Coira,” he laughed huskily into her ear. He bit down quickly on her neck before he went back to his position. “I think it’s sexy as hell that you’ve got a Harry Potter tat.”
“Well, maybe it’s not as sophisticated as getting something in Gaelic, but I like it,” she said quietly.
“I like it too.” He kissed it softly.
“What does it mean? Your tat?”
“Slainte? It means cheers. I didn’t really think it through to be honest. I was drunk and wanted something to remind me of Scotland on my last day there, so I decided to just go for it, so not exactly sophisticated.”
“I think it’s lovely,” she said quietly.
“Thanks,” he mumbled as he went back to fondling her breasts. He kissed her back, her neck and every inch of available skin until she was practically panting with desire, but still he didn’t give her what she wanted although he rubbed her often enough.
She huffed in impatience as she blew a strand of hair out of her face. “Are you just going to keep me like this all night?”
She was getting feisty. He could tell from the second she walked in that she had a hidden fire, he just had to push the right buttons to bring that side of her to the surface. David laughed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest and vibrated against her back. “Impatient, are we? What happened to the shyness that was there earlier?”
He could feel her swallow as her hesitation began to seep through. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and her collarbone as he began to knead her shoulders. The tension immediately drained when he did that.
“I told you before, I enjoy the art of seduction, rushing it won’t make it any more enjoyable, in fact quite the contrary, the longer you wait, the better it’ll feel.”
“So this ache in the belly, the shivers, everything else kind of piles one top of the other until it explodes in a confetti of expression?”
David paused, surprised by how deep her words were. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was quite so poetic, but essentially yes.”
“Interesting.”
He reached forward and thrust two fingers underneath her panties and into her center. He began to move his fingers slowly making her release all kinds of sounds that were music to his ears. “How so?” he purred into her ear as he continued to move his fingers, slowly.
“What?” she queried dazed as she struggled to focus through the haze of lust clouding her brain. “Oh, my interesting comment? Well, I’ve never met a guy who had that perspective. Most guys just want to get to the thrusting part.”
David snorted. “That’s cause most guys are focused on the end game, not the actual process. If they were to stop thinking of it that way, they’d find it would be so much more enjoyable for both parties involved to take it slow.”
“Mm,” she said in the back of her throat as he began to move his fingers faster. She moaned quietly as he thrust in and out until her hips began to gyrate against his hands. He buried his face in her neck and kissed, sucked and bit it fiercely as his other hand played with her breasts, tweaking and kneading them.
Her body began to quiver, and he knew she was getting close, so he leaned forward and whispered one last thing that would send her tumbling over the edge. “Come.”
Her entire body shook as she rode out her wave of pleasure, a low moan resounding throughout the locker room. Her body went slack against his for a minute before she wheeled around and faced him.
He was surprised by the determination written in her eyes as she took his hand and moved him, so he was pressed against the locker, and she was pressed against him. She ran her hands over his chest till she reached his quivering member which by now was fully engorged, and she took it in her hands.
“My turn,” she said simply as she began stroking him slowly at first. He placed both hands firmly on her waist as he pushed himself into her hands. She began pumping him faster and faster till his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and all he could think or hear or see was her.
He came with a shout a few minutes later, and he dimly noticed that she smiled in surprise as she watched him ride out his high. His entire body thrummed and vibrated with energy as the haze began to clear.
He watched her studying him. “What are you looking at?”
She blushed. “It’s just,” she hesitated. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. “I’ve never done that to a guy before.”
David stared at her, incredulity written all over his face. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“No, really. I’ve never had the courage to.”
“Well, damn.” He hoisted her up, so she had to wrap her legs around his waist, and he moved them to one of the benches where he sat down, so she was straddling him. “You’re a quick study then.”
The instant he sat down, he felt himself grow around once more just by being in close proximity to her, with both their bodies pressed against each other, sweat slicking down their back.
She looked down. “Again?”
He laughed. “You have no idea, do you? The kind of power you wield.”
She shook her head in a daze, and he felt her breasts swell once he began rubbing them again. “see you’re learning to, but you are already a natural, the fact that you haven’t given it yet, and are still experiment means that you too like the art of seduction, and would in fact enjoy it quite thoroughly should you learn properly.”
“Is that so?” Her gray eyes clouded over as she stared at him and bit her lip.
He leaned forward and captured her bottom lip with his. He made eye contact with her as he nibbled on it then gently released it, so her bottom lip turned a plump shade of red.
“That for example, is the seduction of the lips, and one of my favorite ones, very expressive, very easy to master.”
“Like this?” she questioned as she leaned forward and gently captured her bottom lip between his. She nibbled on it gently and sucked until she released it.
He gave her an impish grin. “Damn, you’re better than I thought, you’re going to surpass me at this rate.”
She gave him a small shy smile as he splayed both hands on the small of her back and pushed her closer.
“I want you to wriggle your hips a little.” She tried that, and he groaned as she did exactly what she was told.
“Now, hang on.” He adjusted himself, so that he was positioned at her entrance. “This is a position that a lot of women love because it gives them a lot of control over their men, it allows them to set the pace, the depth, etc.”
She nodded. “I’ve heard of that. I think it’s called the cowgirl, or something.”
He leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on her neck. “Name isn’t important. Now usually what happens is that the woman who is on top in this position will slowly move her hips backwards and slightly up as if she’s getting ready to get up and leave then she will slowly lower herself and move forwards.”
“As if she’s thrusting into the guy?” she inquired as she studied him curiously.
He licked his lips at the image she had suddenly she painted. “Yes, exactly.”
“Let’s see if you can do it.”
She paused and was about to lift herself up into the air before she was interrupted by the shrill ringing over her phone. They both shot the phone a dirty look before she gave him an apologetic smile and scrambled off.
She placed the phone on her ear and practically barked out a ‘what’, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her demeanor with all her guards down.
She was a force to be reckoned with.
She spoke underneath her breath before she finally ended the call and looked at him. She started to give him a smile before she froze as she stared at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I remember you now.”
He stood up and moved towards her. “What are you talking about?”
She held up her hand, and he stopped. “How could I have forgotten? I know it was a really long time ago, but I remember now. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“I’m very confused now. Did we meet before?”
“It was a very long time ago. I looked very different then, that’s probably why you didn’t recognize me, and I was so blinded by lust, that’s why I didn’t recognize you.”
“Can you do me a favor?” Her eyes snapped up to meet his. “Can you say my redhead in Gaelic?”
“You mean moruaidh?” he asked confusion etched onto his features.
“I knew it!” she began to pace in front of him before she paused. “We used to live across the street from each other when I lived in Edinburgh for a brief amount of time.”
“That’s not-“ He halted as he stared at her, the red hair, the hazel eyes. “Wait, Coira-Coira Mackenzie?”
She nodded as all the memories came flooding back.
He remembered her now. She was a lot shorter back then, and a bit more on the plus side. She had lost a bit of weight, and had filled out quite nicely. That’s why his brain kept telling him that he knew her from somewhere.
He also remembered that he was her first. He remembered how one night they were just outside gazing up at the stars, and they started talking. One thing led to another, and the next thing he knew he was asking her if she was sure because it was her first time before she nodded and pressed him closer.
He hadn’t thought about her in years. Almost eight years. They met when they were eighteen. He was now twenty six, and who would’ve thought that they’d end up living in the same city, and she’d end up being the one to interview him tonight?
Fate was a strange thing.
He smiled at her. “I remember you now, that night under the stars, but why is that a problem now?”
“You don’t understand. I moved soon after, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant.”
All the color drained from his face as he stared at her. “What happened?”
“My parents didn’t want me to keep the baby at first, but I insisted, so we raised her. Her name is Ellen. I tried to find you for so many years, but I couldn’t, so eventually I gave up and was resigned to raising her alone. Oh, David. You’d love her. She looks a lot like you with her fiery red hair, and her eyes, she has both out eyes, this strange mixture of blue and green, and she is just the sweetest little kid.”
David swallowed audibly as he stared at her.
He had a daughter. David Westley. The womanizer. The man who didn’t want to be tied down. The man who mocked the other teammates he had who had fallen into the same trap.
“Look, I understand that this is a lot to take in, and if you don’t want to be a part of her life, I’ll respect your decision, but you’ll be missing out.”
He gave her a tight smile as a million thoughts raced through his mind.
“Can I see a picture of her?” he said finally managing to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. She pulled out her phone and showed him a picture.
He felt an unfamiliar feeling bloom in his chest at the sight of her. Coira was right. She did look a lot like him, but there was a lot of her mother in there too.
“I want to know her,” he found himself saying before he could fully realize it was out of his mouth.
“Really?” she tried not to let the hope show on her face.
This was his chance to take it back if he wanted to. “Really.”
“I’m not sure if I’ll be any good as a father, but I really want to try. I can’t let her grow up without a father any longer. I mean who will teach her about basketball and chase away boys when she’s old enough to date?”
Coira laughed as she threw herself at him and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss at first, but then it turned into something more charged, more passionate, and with a lot more purpose now that the truth was out in the open, tying a tether around both their hearts.
He steered her back towards the bench, and he slowly entered her. She gasped into the kiss as he began to thrust slowly first allowing her time to get used to the sensation before she began matching his thrusts with the movement of her hips. They both wrenched themselves away as rested her head between his neck and his shoulder and began to bite and suck while he did the same to her neck.
They pounded into each other with a passion and fervor that had spent years being built up until they both finally came together.
THE END