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Shake Me Up

Shake Me Up

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

About the Author

Shake Me Up

By Dakota Rebel

Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

Shake Me Up

by

Dakota Rebel

I’d only signed up for shake.com to see what the big deal was with this whole online dating thing. It honestly never occurred to me that I might actually meet someone.

But I did meet someone. Someone amazing. He’s handsome, sweet and charming. Tonight is our first date, and I just know he’s going to knock my socks off…and maybe a whole lot more.

Copyright

© 2020, Dakota Rebel

Shake Me Up

Published by: Supernova Indie Publishing Services, LLC

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One

“Bethany Ann, what the fuck were you thinking?” I asked myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror again.

It was the same thing I’d wondered after signing up for that dating site. It was what I’d asked myself when I’d answered Keith Sinclair’s first email. And his twentieth. When I’d given him my phone number. And when I’d agreed to meet him for dinner tonight.

When I joined Shake.com, it had been out of curiosity. I’d seen their commercials. They made me laugh and got me wondering what kind of people really belonged to online dating sites. Surely, normal people didn’t need to resort to such tactics to meet others. Although, to be honest with myself, I hadn’t done a whole lot of meeting in the real world lately.

The first couple weeks had been purely amusement. After scrolling through page after page of profiles, I’d been convinced that this sort of thing was not for me. I’d filled out my questionnaire, paid my twenty-dollar enrollment fee, uploaded a semi-recent photo of myself, and eventually forgot about it.

Then, a few months after the site had slipped my mind, I’d received an email from Keith. I’d read it and found it quite amusing. He was witty and a quick check of his profile showed that he was attractive, successful and interested in quite a few of the same things I am.

To be polite, I’d written him a quick response explaining that I was flattered he’d contacted me but that I really wasn’t interested in meeting men on the internet after all. I’d thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong.

Keith had emailed again to tell me he understood my hesitance. He explained that he had joined the site just to see what the big fuss with internet dating was all about and that I was the only woman he’d ever contacted. I wasn’t so naïve as to believe him, but the wording and tone of his correspondence had been so light and friendly I’d gotten sucked in.

Before I knew it, we were emailing back and forth pretty consistently. When he’d suggested we try talking on the phone, I’d figured there wouldn’t be any harm. Our first vocal conversation had lasted over two hours. It hadn’t taken long for me to feel as if he were actually becoming a very good friend. We really did have a lot in common, and the discussions were always easy and never felt forced or uncomfortable.

For weeks, we’d spent at least an hour before bed talking to each other. One night, he’d even talked me into some pretty intense phone sex. After that call, I couldn’t get his voice out of my head. I’d never been spoken to the way he’d talked to me. I was beginning to really like him.

Finally, he asked to meet me in person. I’d agreed a little too quickly and hoped it didn’t make me seem desperate. I didn’t want to say that we had a “relationship”, but I certainly hadn’t been involved with anyone else. Of course, I’d never been involved with anyone else…ever…which was what prompted me to join that stupid site in the first place.

My cheeks burned as I imagined our dinner conversation turning to that night on the phone. Would he bring it up? I didn’t know how I’d face him after the things I’d said to him. I’d never even said the word pussy aloud before, let alone told a man how much I wanted to feel his cock inside mine.

I glanced at my watch and groaned. If I didn’t leave soon, I’d be late for dinner. With another quick once over in the mirror, I realized it was as good as it was going to get. I grabbed my purse and keys then walked out the front door before I could change my mind.

* * * *

We’d agreed to meet at a nice restaurant at the Hyatt Hotel. It was supposed to have amazing food and was conveniently located between our homes. I checked in with the maître d’ and was told Keith had not yet arrived. A large man in an ill-fitting tux led me to the table Keith had reserved. I requested a glass of white wine then sipped it as I looked around the room nervously.

“Bethany?” Keith’s voice behind my chair startled me.

“Keith.” I stood up, and he gave me an awkward hug before walking around the table to sit down.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said with a smile. “I had to make a quick stop on the way from work.”

He was just as handsome as the pictures he’d sent me. He was bald with a tan complexion made his bright-green eyes pop in contrast. The gray suit he wore looked as if it had been tailor-made to fit over his massive shoulders. He looked good enough to eat.

“It’s fine,” I said, my voice breathier than I’d expected it to be. Now that he was sitting across from me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the crazy things we’d said to each other as we’d climaxed on the phone together.

“Are you all right?” He looked concerned, which made me feel even more embarrassed.

“Fine,” I said quickly. “I think the wine went to my head is all. How are you?” I wanted to slap myself. Talking to him on the phone seemed so much easier. He was the same person. Why was this so hard?

“Look,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. His fist was so large mine looked lost inside of it. “Don’t be nervous. It’s me, the guy you’ve talked to every night for the last month.”

I nodded, blushing at my awkwardness. The waiter showed up then, saving me from having to stumble through some sort of apology. We ordered our food and settled into a comfortable banter while we waited for dinner.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me tonight,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be willing.”

“I have wanted to,” I said slowly. “This is just so strange for me. I usually don’t go out at all. After working sixty to seventy hours a week at the hospital, I mostly just want to pass out on the couch with a bag of chips and a beer.”

“Chips and beer are pretty good company,” he agreed with a laugh. “You must love being a nurse though. To spend that much time doing it.”

“I do enjoy my work. It’s very rewarding, just exhausting.”

We were still talking about my job when dinner came. The atmosphere around us had gotten more comfortable, and we ate in silence for a while. I realized that I really was glad I’d accepted the invitation to meet him. Once the original fear had subsided, he was just the guy I talked to before bed every night.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said after a while. I looked up at him in surprise to see him staring intently at me.

“Well, thank you.” I blushed at the compliment.

“You know, I meant every word I said to you on the phone that night.”

“Oh! Um…” I wanted to say that I had, too, but the words caught in my throat. My heart hammered in my chest and my panties got damp as the memory of the things he’d said washed over me.

“In fact, if you’ll let me, I’d like to take you upstairs and see if you taste as good as you look.” He dropped his napkin on the table and signaled for the waiter.

“Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast?” I asked, though I couldn’t deny I was excited at the idea of getting a room and living out the fantasy we’d talked through.

“Not at all.” He shrugged. “We’ve known each other for months.” He turned to the waiter. “Charge it to the room please.”

“Very good, sir.” The waiter nodded and walked away.

Keith stood and walked around the table, bending over as if to pull out my chair, but he hesitated to whisper in my ear, “I want you very much, Bethany. But if you want to go home, I’ll understand, and we can either continue as we have been or not at all. It’s your choice.”

His deep voice and his breath on my face were driving me crazy. Before speaking with him I’d never really understood what that meant. But sitting there with him looming over me, the memory of our illicit call resounding in my head…I couldn’t deny that it was true.

Besides, he was right. We had known each other for a long time now. He knew things about me that even my own family didn’t know. For the last few weeks, I’d even wondered if it was possible to fall in love with someone you’d never met face to face.

Now, here he was, offering me what could be the night of a lifetime. I’d never forgive myself if I walked away.

“Was that the stop you had to make?” I asked. “Getting a hotel room?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “It was only wishful thinking on my part. If you don’t want to go with me I’ll understand.”

I took the hand he offered and smiled nervously. He kissed my knuckles as he helped me to my feet then led me toward the bank of elevators on the other side of the lobby from the restaurant.

Keith slid his card through the reader, and I heard the elevator whir to life behind its golden doors. When it opened, he guided me in with a hand on the small of my back. The doors closed behind us, and the elevator rose with a jerk so hard I stumbled into Keith’s chest.

His arms wound around my waist, and I inhaled sharply at the feel of his thick cock pressed against my belly. I looked into his eyes, and the heat I saw there made my pussy flood with desire for him.

He bent down, pressing a kiss against my ear as he spoke. “Did you really mean it when you said it’s always been a fantasy of yours to have sex in a place where you could get caught?”

My breath hitched, and I stared at him, half-excited but half-terrified he’d really try to have sex me right then in the elevator. His half-smile gave nothing away, and I froze, unsure what to do.

“Bethany,” he whispered as he placed kisses down my neck. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. But I’d like to know what you would like to do.”

I went to my tiptoes, reaching for him to pull his face to mine and pressing my lips against his. Our tongues sought each other, the kiss wild and passionate as his hands roamed over my body and my fingers curled into his lapels.

My nipples were hard peaks under my dress, and his fingers played over them, pinching slightly until I cried out into Keith’s open mouth. I felt a smile spread across his face as his lips tried to stay pressed against mine.

His hands slid down my body, and one slipped between my legs, rubbing against my wet panties through my skirt. The elevator dinged, and I jumped at the sound, looking around in horror as I realized I’d completely forgotten where we were. Before I could even glance to see if there were cameras in the elevator, Keith grabbed my hand and pulled me through the open door.

As I checked the place out, I was almost awed out of my arousal. I stood in the foyer of the most beautiful penthouse suite I’d ever seen.

“It’s huge,” I said as I continued to glance around the spacious room.

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” Keith said. The laughter in his tone made me flush at my accidental double entendre. He stepped closer to me, pulling me into his arms again and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m not going to push you into anything tonight.”

I stared into his green eyes and smiled. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Chapter Two

Keith swept me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. He placed me gently on the mattress then stood and stared down at me, his gaze so warm my skin felt as if it were burning under his scrutiny.

He pulled off his tie and jacket, tossing them aside without breaking eye contact with me. When he started to unbutton his shirt, I shifted to the end of the bed so I could help. I wanted to undress him, wanted to feel his body under my fingers, to touch his skin.

My hands shook slightly as they slipped the small buttons out of their holes. After tugging his shirt free of his pants, I slid it down his arms and dropped it to the floor. It was followed quickly by his undershirt, and he stood in front of me half-naked and gorgeous. His body was all hard muscle and smooth lines. A small patch of dark hair trailed from his stomach into his waistband, and the desire to drop to my knees and lick my way down it and see what it led to was overwhelming.

I had no idea what I was doing, having never been with a man before, but instinct seemed to kick in and guide my way. I trailed wet kisses down his chest and over his stomach, lowering myself as gracefully as I could until his belt buckle was inches from my face. Watching his eyes, I unclasped the metal closure then unzipped his pants.

“Bethany,” he groaned, his gaze locked on mine.

The sound of my name coming from him had never sounded so sensual before. Not even when he’d jerked himself to completion over the phone with me. Somehow seeing him, touching him, my senses overwhelmed by the masculine scent of him, made it even hotter than just the sound over a phone line.

His breathy tone shot straight through my body to my already soaked pussy. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him. I’d been so nervous at dinner, but now, I felt surer of myself.

I lowered his pants and boxers to the floor but had to wait for him to kick off his shoes so he could remove the rest of his clothes. Finally, he stood naked in front of me, and I got instantly nervous again. He was quite…endowed. I’d never seen a cock in real life before, and never even an image of one so big. It was long, but honestly, the width of it was scarier. The thought of trying to fit that inside of my virgin pussy was a little sobering.

“Hey.” Keith tilted my face back up to his with his finger under my chin. “Remember, if you’re uncomfortable with anything, we can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” I said firmly. “I want you, all of you.”

“Get up here.”

I stood and let him pull me into his arms. He placed a small kiss on my lips then shoved me down on to the bed. I was too surprised to fight it and fell onto my back with a small squeak.

“I said I wanted to taste you,” he reminded me, his words from earlier in the restaurant filling my memory and making my body tremble. He fell to his knees in front of the bed and yanked on my legs until my ass was barely on the mattress.

He slid my skirt up my thighs, looped his thumbs through the sides of my panties then pulled them down my legs, tossing them aside quickly before putting his hands back on my legs and spreading them apart.

My body almost shook in anticipation of feeling his mouth against my pussy. He’d talked in detail about kissing and licking and sucking me to climax, and I couldn’t help hearing his words in my head as his breath blew across my body.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses along the inside of my thigh. “Since that night you came on the phone for me, I’ve wanted to get you off with my hands and my mouth. I want you to scream for me like you did for your own fingers.”

I inhaled sharply at the feather-light touch against the folds of my pussy. My eyelids fluttered, but I tried to keep them open, wanting to watch what he was about to do. One of his thick fingers moved up my slit, and I moaned at the sensation.

“So beautiful,” Keith said, his gaze on mine as his fingers explored my wet pussy. “Tell me what you want, Bethany.”

I shook my head, my cheeks burning at the thought of saying in front of him what had been so easy to say to him over the phone.

“Tell me.” His tone was demanding, and I was surprised how the sound of the order shot through me and made me wetter. I’ve never been much for being told what to do in general, but for some reason it excited me when he did it.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I said softly, sucking my lower lip between my teeth nervously.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Keith asked, his mouth so close to my mound I felt his breath on the delicate skin.

If I’d wanted to answer, I wouldn’t have been able to because his lips closed around my clit and he sucked hard. My head flew back on the mattress as my back bowed from shock and pleasure. His tongue flicked across the sensitive nub while he slid two fingers inside my drenched channel.

Every muscle in my body felt wound like a spring, as if they all ached for me to come. Keith crooked his fingers inside of me, the pads of his fingertips catching against my g-spot and the world went dark. Every inch of my skin seemed to scream with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through my body. My eyelids slammed shut, and my limbs twitched from the force of my release.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Keith said, his hoarse voice close to my ear. “And you taste so good.”

I’d been so lost in my pleasure I hadn’t even noticed him moving over me.

“I want you naked. Can you get up?”

He had to help me, but after a minute, I was on my feet and he was unzipping my dress. It fell to the floor in a heap at my feet. I started to step out of my shoes, but Keith stopped me.

“Keep them on,” he ordered. He took my hand and led me back to the bed. “Let me look at you.”

It was difficult not to squirm under his scrutiny of my naked body. I tried to stand up straight and not flinch as he walked around me, his gaze almost tangible against my skin.

“Bethany, you’re gorgeous. I want to touch and kiss every inch of this beautiful body. I don’t think tonight is going to be enough for me. I hope you don’t mind that. In fact, it might take years before I’m able to do everything I want to do to you.” His hands shot out and grabbed my wrists, holding me tightly, but not painfully. “What do you want now?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my tone more even than I’d expected it to be. “Please fuck me. I want you inside of me so badly.”

“How badly?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than I want to feel your cock stretching open my pussy.” My cheeks burned as the words came out of my mouth, but it was the truth. He had me so turned on he could have gotten me to say anything.

It made me wonder if we could have this forever. Would he always turn me on the way he did now? Would he always want to touch me and kiss me and be with me? It was only our first time meeting face to face, but I was pretty sure I could never want another man the way I wanted Keith. After all, I never had before.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips then whipped me around to face the bed and bent me over so my palms were pressed to the mattress and my ass was stuck out behind me. “Don’t move.”

It was a struggle not to turn around and look to see where he’d gone. The room was silent, and my legs shook in anticipation of what might be coming. The loud crack hit my ears before the slow burn spread over my ass. I jumped in surprise from the sound then started again when his hand hit my behind once more. Pleasure coursed through my nerves from the wantonness I felt by enjoying the spanking. The shock of his palm smacking my bottom was just one more thing to make the whole experience that much more passionate and wild.

I heard a condom wrapper being ripped open and tried to remain relaxed as I imagined him rolling it over his thick cock. He was really going to put that huge erection inside of me. At the same time, I was both excited and scared of how it was going to feel.

Keith stepped closer to me, and I felt the heat radiating off his body. One of his hands wrapped in my hair, and the other gripped my hip. “I know this is your first time,” he whispered. “Tell me if I start to hurt you. Promise me.”

I nodded, my nerves too wound up to actually get words out of my mouth. My fingers dug into the bedspread, and I tried to stay relaxed for him. His tip pushed against my pussy then he eased his shaft into me inch by inch. My pussy stretched to accommodate him, and it was just this side of pain.

“Relax, love,” Keith said, placing a kiss against my spine between my shoulder blades. My body had tensed up at the initial intrusion of his cock. Forcing myself to breathe deeply, I focused on unclenching my muscles until only my arms and legs were stiff to keep me upright.

After a few more seconds of gentle pushing, Keith was fully sheathed inside of me. He stopped moving for a moment, letting my channel adjust to being spread open so widely. My pussy convulsed slightly around him, pulsing in a protest the rest of my body wasn’t agreeing with.

I tried to shift my hips in an effort to get him to start moving but was chastised with another sharp smack of his hand against my ass. For a moment, I considered moving again to see if I would be rewarded again with a spanking, but I wanted him to move so badly that I didn’t want to delay it any longer.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

His hand tightened in my hair as he slid out of me, then with a force that drove me forward into the bed, he slammed his cock into me. He never gave me a chance to straighten up, just pounded in and out of me at a pace that would have hurt if he hadn’t had me so ready for him.

Over and over again, he pulled out and shoved back into me, his balls slapping loudly against my skin with each contact they made. Occasionally, his palm would hit my bottom, the sharp pain shooting sparks of unexpected pleasure up my spine.

His rhythm started to falter, and the hand on my hip shifted to move between my legs. His fingers pinched my clit, and stars exploded throughout the room. I was screaming as my body convulsed under him, and Keith had to wrap his arm around me to keep me from falling over as my legs gave out.

He cried out my name as he came, his cock twitching inside of me as his release poured from his body. He collapsed onto my back, and we fell to the bed together my body completely unable to support his weight.

After a minute, we managed to catch our breaths, and after he disposed of the condom, he helped me climb up on the mattress next to him. We lay together, our hands entwined, staring into each other’s eyes with matching, stupid grins on our faces.

“Wow,” he said finally when neither of us could come up with anything better to say.

“Definitely,” I agreed with a laugh. “I’m really glad you asked me out.”

“Me, too.” He squeezed my hand before pulling it to his lips and placing a kiss on my knuckles. “Bethany, I meant what I said earlier. I’d like to continue seeing you.”

“Naked?” I asked, raising and eyebrow playfully.

“And dressed. I really like you.” He blew out a sigh. “I probably should have tried to make your first time a little more special. But the second I saw you tonight, all thoughts of soft romance flew out the window and I just had to take you. Claim you.”

That’s exactly what it had been. He’d claimed me. And I was happy to be his as long as he’d have me.

I really liked him, too. And I had to agree that this one night was not going to be enough for me. He already felt like my best friend. Now that we had become lovers, I didn’t want to lose him. I was glad that he’d said it first. I would have feared sounding desperate, though I didn’t think that of him at all.

“I’d like that,” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“You can stay with me forever,” he said. “If you want to.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise.”

As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I thought that I should probably write a thank you note to Shake.com. Maybe online dating wasn’t such a waste of time after all.

About the Author

Dakota Rebel is a bestselling author and a very slow distance runner who dreams of racing Badwater.

She lives in a perpetual state of exhaustion with her happy husband and two incredibly spoiled children.

Dakota loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.dakotarebel.net