I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) (3 page)

She wasn’t about to give up the one thing she was passionate about just to take on another job. Besides, she loved being a teacher. If only she had a partner, a real partner, who could support her.

As she listened to the silence of the room, the only sound was the buzzing of the refrigerator and gentle fan of the laptop in front of her, and she thought about how nice it would be to finally meet 'the one.' To meet someone who could support her during tough times; who would give her a back rub when her muscles were tense; who would laugh with her and fuck her brains out when she needed to escape.

Sasha smiled at the thought. She had an active imagination, and soon found herself trailing from the classified ad section to the personals section.  She’d made an account a few weeks ago. She knew the chances of meeting 'the one' in North Las Vegas, let alone online, were next to zero. Most guys in the area were too old, too out of shape, or complete nutcases.

So she liked to look at the profiles from the next town over, Las Vegas. That’s where all the hot guys were. Sure, you couldn’t have a conversation longer than 30 seconds with them, and the chances were they’d be selfish in bed, but at least she could fantasize.

Her laptop hummed patiently as she logged in quickly. She’d created a fake profile name to protect her identity and secure her job. She could only imagine if some parent, or worse yet, the principal, found out she was trolling the internet for sex.  She could kiss her career goodbye,
sayonara
.

She had a bunch of private messages. She’d been pen pals in a sense with a few of them who weren’t exactly her type but were friendly enough. She didn’t see any harm in being nice to everybody.

Bleep!
  A new message came through on the screen, and a smile spread across Sasha’s lips. The subject heading said 'Hey Sexy,' and she recognized it right away from SilverDaddy702. This was the older guy she’d been corresponding with the last couple of weeks. He wasn’t exactly Sasha’s type, according to his description online, but she liked his confidence and his persistence. It felt good to be chased by somebody, anybody, and she figured, what the hell?

- Hey SilverDaddy

                            Sasha responded.

-Hey Sexy, what you doing tonight?

                            SilverDaddy typed.

- Same old, same old.

- Touching yourself?

- Exactly.

- Alone? Why not wait for me?

Sasha blushed.

-You’re such a tease.

- No, I’m serious. You know what I’d do if I got my hands on you?

Sasha stretched her fingers out over the laptop’s keyboard.
What the heck, I’ll bite.
She thought to herself.

-What’s that?

- I’d have you moaning all night long. You need someone to treat you right. You deserve that.

- You’re such a charmer.

- So how long are you going to string me along? You horny?

- Always.

-Let’s not fuck around anymore. Let me make you feel good tonight.

Sasha thought about it for a second. It’s not like she’d never had a guy over before when her roommate was gone:  it’s just that it wasn’t like her to hook up for random sex. She looked around the bare living room. She was sitting on the only couch that faced their small TV. When she and Anton wanted to watch TV together, they had to awkwardly scoot to opposite ends, so as to avoid touching each other. Usually Sasha just gave up and sat on the threadbare carpet floor. It wasn’t comfortable, but she wasn’t interested in getting cuddly with Anton.

Sasha sighed. Looked at the ticking clock. Her roommate wouldn’t be home at least for another 10 hours. What the hell? Getting fucked all night was just the distraction she needed.

CHAPTER 5

D
amn.
Sasha thought to herself as the sophisticated older gentleman walked in the door. He was a lot hotter than his pictures. He resembled a mix of Robert De Niro and George Clooney. 

“Nice place,” he said, in a low, confident tone as he stepped inside and looked around.  It wasn't much to look at, Sasha knew.  Just a few used pieces of furniture, a couple of things on the wall, but they tried to make the most of what they had.

But Sasha just said, “Thanks.”

“I’m Tony,” the man said, thrusting out his hand and giving Sasha a firm handshake. He was Italian American and sexy as fuck. Silver salt and pepper hair, olive complexion: the type of man who looked comfortable in his own skin whether he was in a boardroom or in the bedroom.

Sasha, on the other hand, was  a little nervous:  she always got nervous whenever she was about to have sex with a random stranger.  She tried not to think of how sad of a situation it was. Almost 30 years old and she still hadn’t settled down with anybody. This was nothing like she’d dreamed where she’d be by this age. But she was horny, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“Can I take your coat?” Sasha offered, extending her arm.

“Sure,” the man said, taking it off and handing it to her.

“Thirsty?” Sasha said, putting it on the coat rack and locking the door so there wouldn’t be any surprise visits from her roommate. “Water ...um ...I think we just have that and Kool-Aid.”

“We?” the man said, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh, no. It’s just my roommate.  We're not together.  Just friends.”

“No, not thirsty. Not for water anyway,” he said, with a sexy smirk on his face. He smelled good, Sasha thought:  clean and sophisticated. She blushed at the comment.

“You’re bad,” Sasha mumbled. “Music?”

She went over to the stereo and started looking through her CDs. She was nervous and she knew she was fidgety.
Just breathe,
she told herself.  Her hands shuffled through the CDs, and not finding anything, she thought she’d scroll through her iPod for something, and that’s when she felt the warm presence of the man behind her, slowly but confidently.

“Just relax,” she heard the man say as he put his hands around her waist.  “We don’t have to do anything, we can just talk.”

With the pressure off, it felt good, but with that intoxicating scent of the cologne and the thick hard-on pressed against her backside, Sasha wasn’t so sure she wanted to just talk. The man’s hands slid around to Sasha’s tummy, then rubbed her shoulders and triceps.

He was much taller than Sasha, and she could feel the coarse scruff of his unshaven jaw line against her neck.

“Would you like that ...? To just...talk? Hmmm...” his voice rumbled as he gave her a soft little kiss between her shoulder and her neck that drove Sasha wild.  She couldn’t help herself as her neck arched back.

The kisses became more passionate and intense, and as Tony pulled Sasha closer to him, his lips were scooping and his tongue was tasting Sasha's shoulder as if she were a tasty barbecue rib.

“Mmm,” he said, “Damn, you taste good.”

He turned Sasha around and Sasha looked into his eyes for the first time:  light brown eyes, with long dark eyelashes. God, he really was good looking and powerful and loving.

Sasha felt his strong hands go under her shirt, his thumbs feeling the ridges of her ribs, trouncing her hardened, perky nipples. He lifted the shirt up more and kissed her stomach, trailing his lips slowly over her soft skin.

His moist lower lip scooped around them, working its way up until it reached Sasha’s nipples. The sensation was incredible.   Sasha fell back, landing on the rough couch, but Tony kept going, climbing on top of Sasha, shoving his knee between her legs to open them as if he owned her -  as if he could do and would do whatever he wanted to that night.

He yanked Sasha’s soft cotton shirt off to reveal what great shape she was in. Sasha had been working out for years and even though it’d been a few weeks since she’d had the time or the money to hit the gym, her body still bore the results of endless workouts in the past.

Tony looked at Sasha's body in awe. “Like I said, ‘damn.’”

Sasha smiled, her long, curly red hair falling across her forehead and obscuring her vision for a second. It felt good to be complimented and to be with someone who made her feel good; like more than just a hole to be fucked, but like a human being to be desired and tasted and treated.

And then came Tony’s tongue, his long, warm, and talented tongue that circled around and flicked and teased and bit and blew at every part of her pale, pink nipples. It’d been so long since Sasha had been with someone so experienced and talented, she gripped the side of couch for support and control.

She moaned deeply, passionately, uncontrollably. It was like this man knew her every  special spot and was hitting it exactly the way she dreamed it would feel and could feel.

“Oooh,” Sasha moaned, “oh, fuck yeah.”

A sexy smirk spread across Tony’s face, “That’s what I like to hear.”

The moan encouraged Tony to suck Sasha’s nipples, deeper, harder, and to kiss Sasha’s moist pink lips more passionately.

Sasha kissed him back.  She was dripping wet, soaking her panties like crazy, and they weren’t even naked.

“Mmm,” Sasha said, loving the look of this mature man on top of her. She’d never been with someone that much more mature than her, but if this was what it was like, she never knew what she was missing all this time.

Sasha’s hands came up under Tony’s shirt, feeling his buzzed hairy chest. His body was firm and solid as if he’d lifted weights most of his life, like he had the body of a 30-year-old, really. Sasha was fucking hot and horny as fuck.  She wanted, needed, to feel Tony inside her, but as she was about to tell him that, Tony moved his neck down and seethed with pain.

“Ow,” he said, trying to hide the sharpness of the pain.

Sasha sat up, concerned, “Are you all right?”

“No, I’m fine, I just...” but Tony tried to move his neck again and it seemed a sharp pain ran through him again. “Ow!”

Sasha’s hands intuitively rubbed Tony’s neck, gripping and releasing, sliding over his skin, and soothing.

“Oh, yeah right there,” Tony said, stretching his neck back and forth.

Sasha went behind him, straddling Tony between her legs as she used her hands and elbows to rub out the kink in his neck.

“Jesus, that feels good,” Tony said. “Fuck woman, you’re good at this... really good at this.”

“Thanks,” Sasha said, “I used to do it for my ex all the time.”

“I can see why. You ought to do this for a living.”

“Oh,” Sasha smiled, “thanks but I... I have a different career path.”

“What? What do you do?” Tony asked.

Sasha got nervous. “Oh, I... sell insurance.” Sasha was glad Tony couldn’t see the guilty twist of her face.

“Oh, really? We should exchange cards sometime. I help run a casino in town. We’re always in need of good insurance.”

Sasha felt badly about lying to him, but she didn’t think it was a good idea to let him know what she really did.

“Yeah, we should sometime. Tell you what. Why don’t we go into the bedroom and you can lie down and I can give you a real good deep tissue massage?” Sasha suggested.

That sexy smirk spread across Tony’s lips again. “I like that idea, baby, let’s do that.”

CHAPTER 6

S
asha lit a couple of candles she had around the bedroom. “Just lay on the bed and relax.” From the dresser, she eyed Tony climbing onto the bed and making himself comfortable in the dark sheets. The muscles in his shoulders rippled unhindered without a shirt. The front of his pants tented up as much as the denim would allow. The size of it caught Sasha’s breath in her throat. She stopped staring to move to the bathroom.

“Are you going to join me?” Tony teased, his thick voice growing deeper with lust.

“Bad boy. Let me get that kink out of your neck, or you’re not going to be able to do anything,” Sasha said from inside her bathroom, as she searched every cupboard and medicine cabinet for some lotion or something.

“I really appreciate this,” Tony said, his gravelly voice echoing from the room.

“My pleasure,” Sasha said, her eyes searching and finding a bottle of baby oil. Her bathroom was a little cluttered, and she hoped Tony hadn’t noticed. She had left a pair of panties laying beside the shower, and another was crammed behind the door. She made a note to really clean up before she had anyone over again. The bathroom did smell clean, though, because she had made a point to light these bathroom candles before Tony got there. No reason to let her sexy guest think she kept the place smelling like a mess. Now that they had served their purpose, she blew out the two candles that were on the sink, emitting delicious vanilla fumes into the air.

She didn’t keep her room very decorated. There was her bed and beat-up night stand in the right corner. She had a mismatched dresser along the left wall that had a large mirror attached. That was all the furniture: it was all hand-me-downs that she had picked up from various garage sales. Thank fully, she thought, she had left no dirty clothes on her bedroom floor, unlike the bathroom. She’d be mortified if this sophisticated man saw her dirty clothes just laying around, like she was waiting for her mommy to pick them up for her.