I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) (4 page)

She came back from the bathroom, still topless, and looked at Tony’s stout and built body, lying face down. God, he looked good. His body was hairy, but not his back, thank God. Sasha just couldn’t handle that. She climbed behind him and straddled over Tony’s thighs, her knees cushioned by the mattress. As she poured the baby oil onto her hands, she started massaging into Tony’s ass, getting even more aroused than before. It felt good to be on top of this rock of a man.

“That smells good. What is that?” Tony asked, his face turned to the left and just barely visible in the folds of the covers.

“Oh, just baby oil,” Sasha answered.

“Or maybe it’s you,” Tony said, turning his head to look, “Ouch.”

“Hey now, lie still. You’re going to make your neck worse,” Sasha instructed, rubbing her hands together with more friction.

“Yes, ma'am,” Tony joked, resting his head back down on the mattress, smiling slyly.

Sasha laid her hands on the center of Tony’s back. With her hands there, she had the leverage to pull herself back and forth across Tony’s backside for her own pleasure. But she was determined to focus just on Tony for now.

With every movement Sasha made, Tony moaned. “Oooh,” he’d croon. “Oh, yeah, that’s it right there.”

Sasha pressed her hands down, causing more pressure, and walked them down to the small of his back. Then she’d let them slide from the center of Tony’s back all the way up to his shoulders and neck and then back down. With lithe,powerful fingers, she kneaded every knot and sore spot. Where Tony moaned the loudest was where she focused the most effort. Right below his shoulder blades was where Tony held most of his stress, Sasha figured. She gave them special attention, eliciting more excitement from Tony.

“Mmm...that’s how you do it,” he grumbled.

Sasha smiled.  She liked pleasing him. She loved the idea of a big strong man under her hands and giving him pleasure.

She pressed again, this time putting her body pressure in it, her body just centimeters from touching Tony’s. She could feel the body heat from Tony and his natural scent mixed with his cologne, and it was intoxicating.

Her hand slid on the side of Tony’s muscular body and up his shoulders, sliding together from his shoulders to the ends of his fingers. Sasha used her whole body as a massaging tool.  There was  body contact as her skin brushed against Tony’s, and it felt amazing.

It was making her so wet. She rubbed the lower end of her hand on Tony’s chest, and Tony moaned with pleasure and pain.  The sound reverberated throughout the whole room, and it reverberated through Sasha as well.

“Fuck sweetheart, you really do know what you’re doing,” Tony said, turning himself over.  “You know, a man could get used to this,” Tony rumbled, giving her a possessive look. “How about you do the other side?”

His beautiful light brown eyes looked into Sasha’s blue-grey ones.  He looked amazing to Sasha, such a man. So handsome. He must have been a real looker when he was younger. But it almost didn’t matter:  the years had been kind to him. He exhaled as Sasha’s hands rested on his chest, her thumbs kneading and meeting in the center, and Tony’s head arched back as if the movement gave him great pleasure.

Sasha could tell Tony was hard, damn hard as his cock threatened to burst its way out of his pants. Sasha rested her ass on Tony, backing up against Tony’s hardened cock, teasing it, rocking and rubbing against it as she massaged his neck and his face.

“Oh, God,” Tony said. “Baby, I want to fuck you.”

Sasha just gave him a sexy, coy smile. She felt like such a slut, but it felt good to be in control like that; to tease and make a man want you more. She felt alive with Tony, revealing a slutty side of her that she’d never really been able to show anyone, including herself, before.

Sasha backed her ass up against Tony’s protruding cock again, but this time she squeezed her cheeks around it tightly.

“Oh, God, fuck,” Tony said, wrestling his belt and unzipping his fly, “That’s it, you're fucking with the wrong dude.”

Tony yanked her jeans down to her knees.

“Naughty girl, you’re not wearing any panties.”

“I always like to be ready,” Sasha smirked.  She couldn’t believe herself. When did she turn into such a slut? But she liked it:  she felt powerful and sexy and alive.

Tony shook his head and smiled. “You really like to turn a guy on, don’t you?”

“Only the right guys,” Sasha said.

“Sit on it,” Tony instructed.

“What?” Sasha teased.

“Sit on my fucking cock before I
make
you sit on it.” The force of his words, almost barking, turned Sasha on like nothing else. She bit her lips and did exactly what she was told, squatting just enough to sit on the roof of Tony’s mushroom head. His cock was fully erect, like the pillar of a coliseum, tall and thick. It was humongous and dripping, and Sasha knew she should get protection, but it’d been so long and she really needed a strong cock inside her; so she just let it part the sopping lips of her cunt and slide inside her, practically bursting at the seams. Tony practically ripped his way inside, but daaaaaaamn, it felt so good.

Tony’s legs were spread out as Sasha rested on his balls. “Oh, fuck,” she said.

And that’s when Tony began to rock and buck, nice and slowly at first, his cock slipping and sliding inside Sasha up and down.

“Mmmm,” Sasha said, rocking her hips back and forth to the rhythm, coordinating it, matching it perfectly with Tony’s movements. She lifted her body up and down, sliding up and down the pole, squeezing her pussy tight around his big rod.

“Oh fuck!” Tony said.  His movements became even more intense and the pleasure and pain was even more sharp, but exhilarating. Now Tony wanted to change positions. He pulled Sasha off his cock and tossed her to the side of the bed. Tony got off the bed too and came up behind Sasha, pinning her down to the mattress with his thighs. Tony took his time there, enjoying the view of the smaller woman beneath him. He bent Sasha over at the waist and held her down with a meaty forearm. He grabbed Sasha’s hip with the other hand, and pulled her ass back until it lined up just right with his dick. He pulled Sasha’s left cheek away so he could spread that delicious, wet pussy.  Slowly, teasingly, he pushed the fat head of his dick between her puffy, pink lips.  Sasha’s breathing was short and sporadic. Her juices were making a mess all over the sheets.  She was thrilled to be handled so intensely. Tony fed off her energy, and plunged his cock into Sasha’s pretty, tight little cunt. He made it last longer by pulling out and shoving himself back in again and again until Sasha was panting with exhilaration,  her natural juices moisturizing and lubricating his movements. Tony loved this position:  standing up behind Sasha in doggy style, grabbing hold of her hips and fucking her, hard and raw.

Tony’s cock felt so thick and long inside her, and he grabbed Sasha by her curly, red hair, fucking her more intensely, with the sweat dripping off her body.

“You really know how to tease a guy, don’t you? Don’t you? Huh?” he said, gritting his teeth and fucking her faster, harder, as if it were a punishment for making him wait.

Sasha was going to cum any second now, but Tony turned her over on her back, grabbing her by her thighs and thrusting even harder, even faster than before.  Sasha’s eyes rolled back behind in her head as the uncontrollable clenching and pulsing of her pussy gripped Tony's cock like a tight, slick vice.

Tony smiled, pulling out and jerking himself off, shooting his cream all over Sasha’s perky tits and belly. The heaviness and warmth of his cum felt like a reward for good, hard work, and Sasha was exhausted. Tony lay next to her and exhaled as if he were lying down after a long day’s work.

“Aaaah,” he said, catching his breath. Both of them looked at each other and laughed.

“That was...that was ...” Sasha tried to put the sensation into words.

“Fucking hot,” Tony answered for her.

Sasha nodded, “Yeah. Definitely.”

“That massage, girl...seriously... wow. Mind if I use this?” Tony said, getting up and moving around the end of the bed and heading toward the bathroom. He picked a towel off the shelf.

“Sure, of course,” Sasha answered.

Tony wiped Sasha off first, then himself.
Such a gentleman. 
She
sighed.

“I hate to head out so quickly,” Tony said, starting to get dressed, making Sasha feel a little insecure and cheap.

“No, it’s cool,” Sasha said, pretending it didn’t bother her. She didn’t like the way Tony’s voice sounded removed and uninterested. It was exactly the opposite as he sounded when he first came over.

“It’s just I gotta get back to the house before my ... well, I just gotta get back, but ...” he trailed off and started fishing through his wallet, thumbing through wads of twenties and hundreds. He took a small handful and placed it on Sasha’s nightstand. “That massage, really ...”

Sasha sat up, shocked by the thought of it. “What are you doing?”

“Just thanking you.” Tony said, putting on his shirt, looking toward the door.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m not...” This made her feel like she’d sold herself.

“Look, if I didn’t give it to you, I’d have to give it to that damned masseuse at the casino, and she can’t do shit half as good as you. You...you were something special.” His look made it clear that Sasha wasn’t going to refuse him. It was an odd gesture that made Sasha feel like she owed Tony something in return, even though she had given the massage in the first place.

Sasha didn’t know whether to feel like a cheap whore or grateful for the compliment.

Either way, Tony was already half way dressed and out of the bedroom door.

“I can’t accept this,” Sasha decided, grabbing the money as she stood naked before Tony, grabbing his coat from the coat rack.

Tony looked her up and down, and smacked his lips, totally ignoring her concerns. “You’re so sexy. See you again?”

He started to turn the door knob.

“No, seriously, I appreciate it, but I can’t,” Sasha said, trying to thrust the wad out toward Tony.

Tony sidestepped her movement and said, a little more forcefully, “If you don’t want it, you can just give it away. Surely you can think of someone who can use it,” Tony answered, taking one last look around the lightly furnished apartment, and stepping out. “See ya, babe.”

And with that, he closed the door.

Sasha stood there, confused, looking at the wad of cash.   It was over 250 dollars. Tony’s lingering words, “Surely you can think of someone who can use it,” stayed with her throughout the whole night.

She couldn’t wash away the comment in the shower as she cleaned up.  She couldn’t shake it while she changed her sheets or when she stared up at the ceiling trying to go to sleep.

CHAPTER 7

T
he next day, Sasha showed up to her classroom a hero. She was carrying boxes and boxes of graham crackers for the kids. She had even splurged and gotten herself new, colorful chalk.  She figured that it would be fun to let the kids draw on the chalkboard, as all they had right now was brittle white pieces of it. By the end of the day, the kids were thrilled to have had several crackers apiece and to play with the new chalk. Sasha reveled in their thrilled faces, trying to assure herself that she’d only spent a little bit of the money she got. The rest of it would have to go towards her more pressing matters.

“Ms. Cox!” Johnny called out from his little table. His high pitched voice startled Sasha out of her daydream.

“Yes, Johnny. What is it?” Sasha asked with a gentle smile, looking over her desk and seeing Johnny among the other kids coloring at their desks. He really was a smart and cute kid, even if he did like to get into a little bit too much trouble.

“Is my daddy here yet?” he asked, twisting himself back and forth in the chair. His blue eyes got big and his face broke into a smile that was absolutely adorable.

Sasha looked at her watch, “Why would your...?”  she sat up straighter in her chair, “Shoot, it’s almost 2:15.”

“Ooooh! Ms. Cox said the ‘S’ word again!” Johnny announced loudly to the whole class.

All the kids stopped what they were doing to say, “Ooooooooh!” They all gave her their wide-eyed looks of astonishment, waiting for another apology.

Sasha had to laugh as she shook her head, “All right, all right. Settle down now, kids. All of your parents are going to be here soon. You better get to working faster on your drawings, or they aren’t going to be ready for the Artist Board.” Sasha had converted one wall of her classroom into an “artist board,” where the kids could hang the drawings and water colorings that they were really proud of. It gave them something to work towards and really let them have pride in themselves.

“The ‘S’ word?” a deep voice asked from behind Sasha.  Sasha whipped around to the classroom door and her jaw dropped. There was a police officer, walking in slowly, “In front of all the children?” His jaw was set harshly and his eyes roamed over the culprit.

Sasha swallowed hard, not only because she was worried:  had she broken some kind of law or something? But also because she’d always had a thing for men in uniform, especially police officers, and this one in particular, with his stark ginger hair, chiseled features, and obvious well-built body practically busting out of the uniform, was no exception. His shirt pulled taut against his chest and shoulder muscles, giving them sculpted definition.  At first, Sasha wondered if he might be one of those stripper/singing telegram cops, but no, he was the real deal.