Set Her Up' Watch Him Fall

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“Katherine Marie Kingston, you are a very cruel woman,” Lucy whined playfully as she followed her.

Kate came to a dead stop in the middle of the tiny hall, causing Lucy to bump into her. “ME! I’m not the one forcing you to go on a blind date.”

Lucy jammed her hands onto her hips looking ready for another fight. “Don’t start whining again. What kind of a best friend would I be if I let you waste your time sitting around pining over a man, no matter how tasty he might be?”

“I do date you know,” Kate said, unable to help feeling defensive, even though she knew Lucy was just trying to look out for her.

“Yeah, I know and they’re all such nice guys,” she replied in a sarcastic tone, which hit the raw nerve she was no doubt aiming for.

“I don’t see you out there blazing a trail of broken hearts,” Kate regretted the words the minute they left her mouth.

“Do you want my help or not?” Lucy didn’t give her time to answer; she grabbed her arm and pulled her into the kitchen where the windows didn’t face the back yard.

“I don’t know, maybe this whole thing isn’t such a good idea.” She knew from the way Lucy smiled she thought it was.

“Good idea or not you need to get out more.” Lucy opened the fridge and helped herself to a soda.

“Darren’s not happy about me going out on a blind date,” Kate said as she pressed her hand to her stomach, hoping to calm the butterflies that had taken flight at the thought of going out with a total stranger.

“I know. He made that point very clear to me too. I think he’s just mad because they’re all not going to get to stand there like a three man wall to give Tony the look they’ve given all your other dates,” Lucy said with a mischievous smile waving her hand towards the living room, where if Kate leaned just right she’d be able to see them through the window.

“They do not,” Kate said softly, wishing it was true.

“Honey, no guy has a chance in hell against those three!” Lucy said with equal parts of sadness and anger tingeing her voice.

“I know. You’re right, and it’s time I show them I’m a full-grown woman. And I don’t need their approval on who I date.” She repeated the points Lucy used to get her to agree to the date in the first place, not that they made her feel any better.

“One blind date won’t kill you, besides Tony D’Florio is the definition of the word stud.” She couldn’t help but laugh when Lucy playfully wiggled her eyebrows.

“All right. I’m going, but if he turns out to be a toad you’re going to owe me,” she said, knowing even if he was as hot as Lucy said he’d never measure up to Brett.

“Great, let’s go pick out something absolutely fabulous for you to wear.” Lucy grabbed her hand and practically dragged her up the stairs to her bedroom.

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After missing his eighth shot in a row Brett admitted to himself that it wasn’t the setting sun in his eyes affecting his aim, it was Kate. Lately just being in her presence was enough to throw him off balance. No woman could get to him like she did. He’d be willing to bet his well-padded bank accounts she wasn’t even trying.

Damn. She probably had no idea how she affected him. One look at her in that clingy pink dress she’d been wearing when he arrived and his heart started racing. Worse, the unruly part of his body embarrassingly snapped to attention, which thankfully nobody noticed, or if they did had the decency not to mention it.

He hadn’t been able to think about anything else since. Even from a distance her dress showed way too much skin. Seeing her long bare legs was bad enough, but with her hair pulled up he could see the sleek lines of her neck. And her bare shoulders. The worst thing about the dress was the way it showed off her ample curves. It clung to her breasts, hips, and ass, displaying them for everyone to see. Never in his life had he wanted to touch someone so badly.

No other female he knew or dated recently caused so much a twinge, thanks to her. Kate’s body was so damn tempting he spent hours worrying someone would notice how much he wanted her. He had trouble sleeping because she’d slip into his dreams and turn them into erotic nightmares. Every time he looked at Kate he felt like he was on fire. Case in point, Lucy’s dress was skintight, thigh high, and backless, but it did nothing for him.

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He was driving her to the edge, and to her delight her wiggling had the same effect on him. She felt the proof of his desire against her butt. From the glimpse of the bulge she’d seen locked behind his zipper she knew he had to be in a little bit of pain at the restriction. She slid a little further back on his knees and cupped her hand over him tightening slightly.

He groaned and dropped his head back, which she took as permission to continue. She turned herself to face him. Sliding her leg carefully over him, she straddled his thighs. She leaned closer, feeling the heat of his erection straining through his jeans. She pressed her lips to his neck as she rolled her hips a little. She pulled back slightly and reached for his zipper again only to find herself flat on her back with him looming over her. He pressed against her, his lips devouring hers. His talented tongue thrust in and around her mouth, stroked her desire even higher if that was possible.

His hands molded to her breast causing her nipples to harden against his palms. She arched toward him, silently begging for more. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other snaked slowly down her side and under her skirt. He tucked his fingers into the side of her panties and slowly slid them down and off, tossing them over his shoulder.

His hand returned, cupped her firmly as he pressed his palm against her thatch of curls. She wiggled wanting more. Her hands roamed down over his back to grab his ass and pull him towards her. She felt his fingers part her and sighed at the friction of his rough fingertips against her sensitive clit. It seemed like forever before he tentatively entered one finger into her. She rose to his touch wishing it was his thick erection reaching deep inside her.

“Brett,” she gasped when his head lowered and caught the strap of her dress in his teeth.

He pulled the thin spaghetti sized strap hard and quick.

“Yes.” The ravenous smile that he gave her sent tingles all over her body.

“Ahh…,” she sighed, watching as he used his teeth to set her breast free and then covered it with his mouth.

He sucked and laved her nipple as she ground against his hand. She tried to get her hand between them to release him but he seemed intent on doing things his way. She dug her hands into his hair, not sure whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Her bare thigh pressed against him and through his jeans she could feel his dick throb. She wanted to surrender to the climax she felt pulling at her but wanted him to come with her. She once heard one of her friend’s say, if you tried to recite the most complicated recipe you knew it could hold off an orgasm. Chicken and broccoli Alfredo ziti came to mind, but then he started nibbling on her neck and she lost the ability to think.

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She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Her body was built to be loved by him. He wanted to touch and taste every delectable inch of her. She was soft, warm, and oh so willing. Could a man get any luckier? he thought as she writhed beneath him making him harder than he’d ever been before. He had no choice but to take matters into his own hands or she’d have him shooting off before they even got started.

Once he got his hands on her he had to remind himself to be gentle. He tried to move slowly, but he wanted her so badly that he almost forgot himself a few times. When he slipped off her panties he told himself to go easy. His finger brushed her wet curls and he was contented she was as far gone as he was. It was that gratification and her writhing that pushed him over the edge. He slipped a finger into her, found just the right pressure and began to slowly drive her insane.

Grabbing the shoulder strap of her dress in his teeth he tugged, satisfied with the little rip he heard. He sighed and took a second look at her face. She was close and he knew it wouldn’t take much more. He used his teeth to free her breast and then proceeded to provide the sweetest torment she’d ever experienced. Her moans grew louder and more drawn out as she moved instinctively to find her release. Her fingers dug into his hair as she begged for more. She’s fighting it, he thought as she rubbed her leg against him, making it harder for him to stay in control.

He slipped another finger into her and applied a little more pressure. A groan of pleasure rumbled in her throat, she arched into his hand and knew he had her. She tugged his head free from her breast and locked her mouth to his. Her leg pressed him harder as she tried to rock her hips. A race to the finish, he thought, loving the little noises she was making. She stiffened for a brief second as she tore her mouth free, crying out his name.