by Ana Vela
“You should see what else my mouth can do. But I warn you... it’s not innocent.”
With a guttural groan, Bryce’s mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue plunged between her lips, forceful and demanding as it rubbed against hers. She pulled back, nipping at his lips. He dove back to her mouth, pinning her to the door with all his weight.
Anastasia twisted the knob, sending them both stumbling back into the apartment. Bryce kicked the door closed behind them and began tugging at his tie. “No strings. Just sex?” He looked as if it was Christmas morning and he’d just gotten everything on his list. She gripped the ends of his undone tie and pulled him back to her mouth.
“Whenever and wherever is convenient for both of us. No presents, no pictures, no conversation, for all I care.” She began undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling it open to reveal the smooth, golden skin of his muscled chest. She stroked her fingers over the bared flesh. Bryce’s hands stroked up her bare back until he reached the tie at her neck.
He made short work of the knot. “And you won’t get mad if I sleep with someone else?” She could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn’t believe her. Anastasia smiled, leaning back and pulling the blouse down to bare her naked breasts.
“I really don’t.” She grabbed his belt, spinning him and pushing him into a sitting position on the back of the couch. “Now can we please stop talking?”
Bryce didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled her back into his arms and slanted his mouth over hers again. His broad hands slid between them to cup and knead her breasts. He expertly manipulated the sensitive mounds, rolling her nipples and squeezing the surrounding flesh, sending darts of sharp pleasure straight to her clit.
Anastasia moaned against his mouth while her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. His left hand dropped to her thigh, raking up her skirt to press between her legs. She knew her panties were soaked and guessed from Bryce’s groan that he’d realized the fact as well. His long fingers probed at the slick folds of her labia through the silk of her panties. He stroked her through the damp fabric, teasing the swollen bud of her clit with tiny come-hither flicks of his finger. Anastasia sucked at his tongue and rocked her hips, pressing herself into the delicious touch.
“That’s it, baby. You like the way my fingers feel?” Bryce’s voice was ragged as he muttered against the skin of her neck. His tongue traced the whorls of her ear. Anastasia shuddered as his hands teased her at breast and pussy. She met his heated gaze as the flush crept down her chest.
“God, yes! Your fingers feel so good on my pussy, Bryce. Put them in me. Please?”
Desire flared in those sea green depths. He shoved aside the damp scrap of her panties and plunged two fingers into her dripping tunnel. Anastasia cried out, bucking against him as he pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access. Bryce bent to her tits, sucking one stiff peak into his hot mouth.
“You’re soaking wet,” he growled against her flesh. “Your pussy is hot and wet around my fingers, Ana. Who are you?”
She tugged his head back up to hers, kissing him hard. “Does it matter?” Her fingers tore at his belt, finally getting it open. She yanked down his zipper in one swift move and snaked her hand inside his slacks.
Bryce cursed when she wrapped her fingers around the satin length of his cock. She ran her palm up and down his shaft and around the head before drawing him out, squeezing as she stroked. Anastasia sank to her knees in front of him. Before she’d met Victoria, this act had been something that scared her. She’d done it mostly out of a feeling of obligation. But not this time.
She licked her lips as she looked at the thick shaft and mushroom shaped head of Bryce’s cock. Her mouth watered at the sight. She tugged his pants down to the tops of his thighs, baring the soft, wrinkled mass of his testicles as well. They were smooth shaven, and the patch of golden pubic hair above was trimmed neatly as well. Bryce’s cock was lovely. Perhaps seven inches, maybe a little less, wide and perfectly shaped.
Anastasia gripped the base of his shaft in one hand, cupped his testicles gently in the other, and lowered her mouth to the fat tip. The minute her lips touched his cock, Bryce hissed. His hands came up to tangle in her hair. She sucked just the head into her mouth, tracing the flared ridge with the tip of her tongue. She explored the slight dip at the base of that flare, and the tiny slit in the spongy head. Bryce shuddered.
“Come on, baby. Suck it. Slide that sweet little mouth down my cock.”
She sank down on his shaft, skimming her lips all the way to the base, and suckled him. His flesh was smooth and salty on her tongue as she laved him. Anastasia rolled the soft mass of his balls in her palm, stroking her fingertips along the heated flesh beneath them. Bryce hissed a sharp breath, his hips twitching. She couldn’t help but smile around his firm shaft. Knowing her touch was driving him crazy was making her pussy tingle and throb.
He began pushing on the back of her head, urging her to bob up and down on the thick length of his cock. Anastasia let him control the pace, concentrating instead on the curling, lapping movement of her tongue and the wet suction of her mouth. He was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum as he pumped between her lips, moaning. “God, Ana! Fuck, that’s so good. Such a hot little mouth. Jesus, yes!”
Anastasia’s hand squeezed the base of his shaft, stroking him onto her tongue. His pace increased as he thrust himself between her wet lips over and over. He hit the back of her throat more than once, making her cough and pull back, but she didn’t stop sucking. Bryce slowed down suddenly, stroking her hair, panting.
“Ana, baby. Fuck, you look lovely with my cock between your pretty lips. Do me a favor, sweet... When I push into the back of your throat, try to relax. Breath deep through your nose. Okay, sweetheart?”
She felt a tiny spark of anxiety at the thought of what he was going to do, but she nodded. Bryce groaned as the movement slid her lips along his shaft. He began pressing forward slowly. Anastasia braced her palms against his thighs and took long, deep breaths, trying not to tense.
When the spongy head of his cock brushed the back of her throat, she looked up at him and tried to relax the muscles there. He wriggled his hips, grunting as he popped into her throat. Anastasia gasped at the sensation, swallowing around the strange invasion. Bryce hissed as her throat muscles rippled around him. He pulled her head into his groin until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.
Anastasia swallowed again. Bryce slowly drew her back off his cock until only the head rested on her tongue. She suckled his fat tip like a straw, teasing the tiny slit with the point of her tongue. His fingers tightened in her hair as he slid himself back between her lips, once again burying himself to the hilt in her throat. It was easier to take him this time.
And the next. She pushed apart his thighs and used both hands to stroke his ass and balls as he gently fucked her sucking mouth. She scratched the skin of his buttocks, testicles and inner thighs lightly with her fingernails. She felt the moment his soft sack drew up tight and his thrusts became shorter and quicker. He was going to come.
His cock began to pulse a moment later, twitching on her tongue. She felt the splash of his seed, tasted the salty, metallic flavor of it before it slid down her throat. Feeling his orgasm, tasting it, hearing his cries and moans, turned up the heat in her own blood. She licked and sucked his softening cock until he withdrew from her mouth.
“Holy Christ, Ana. That was one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She was a little surprised by the ferocity of his tongue as he plunged it into her mouth. He pulled back, a wicked grin on his full lips. “Now, let me return the favor.”
Bryce trailed his mouth down her throat, nipping and sucking at her skin. Anastasia was so turned on that each brush of his lips and tongue, each nibble, shivered through her straight down to her throbbing, swollen sex. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard, cheeks hollowing. Her knees buckled, but Bryce�
��s strong hands held her up.
He kissed his way down her belly, swirling his tongue through the dip of her navel. His hands, strong and smooth, slipped beneath her skirt to tug her panties down to her ankles. They slid back up, palms smoothing along the backs of her thighs, up to cup her buttocks, kneading briefly. He lifted the skirt with one hand, brushing his mouth across her mound.
Anastasia parted her thighs, giving him better access. Bryce chuckled, tongue snaking out to lick along the length of her slit. She leaned over him, gripping the back of the couch for support. He used the opportunity to suck her pussy into his mouth, spearing his tongue between her slippery folds. Her legs shook, ankles wobbly on her high heels.
Bryce squirmed his tongue into her cunt hole, twirling it, licking at the slick satin of her inner walls. He suckled her labia, nibbling along the outer lips and lapping at her with a flat tongue. He drew her swollen clit between his firm lips, pressing on the rigid bud as he flicked it with his tongue. Anastasia whimpered, rocking her hips, pressing her pussy against his mouth. “Bryce,” she cried. “Lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Please! Make me cum.”
He drew back to nip at her thigh. “I love hearing you talk dirty, Ana. Such a sweet little face and such naughty words. You’re making me hard all over again just listening to you.” He rubbed his face against her quim, sucking hard at her tiny nub.
“Good. I want you hard. I want you to fuck me with that thick, beautiful cock.” Anastasia panted. She was turning herself on too. She released the back of the couch and raised her hands to her breasts, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers.
Bryce slid two long fingers deep inside her dripping tunnel. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while he tongued her clit. Anastasia squeezed her breasts, humping her pussy on Bryce’s mouth. She was so hot, sparks skittered along her skin, ever closer to igniting the powder keg of pleasure low in her belly.
And then Bryce curled his fingers inside her and sucked hard on the turgid bud of her clit and she came with a bang of incendiary pleasure. It rushed through her like wildfire, racing along superheated nerves as she shuddered and gasped. He kept his mouth on her, kept his fingers working in her pussy as she writhed, grinding herself on his tongue. Finally, when he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her throbbing sex, he drew back. He peppered her thighs and mound with kisses as he stroked her quivering flanks.
Bryce rose to his feet, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His sea green eyes sparkled with lust and his cock once again stood up to full attention. Anastasia moaned as he reached for her. Her arms slid around his neck as she stood on tip-toe to cover his mouth with hers. She could taste herself on his lips, salty and sweet at the same time. His wide palms slid down her thighs, around to cup her ass and lift her.
Anastasia wrapped her legs around his waist as he lowered her onto the thick, hot length of his cock. Her slick, quivering flesh parted for him. Bryce lifted her, the muscles in his arms straining, and lowered here again. She whimpered as he pressed deep into her, the width of his shaft stretching her slick tunnel. His fingers dug into the soft globes of her buttocks as he took three lurching strides.
Her back struck the wall hard, briefly knocking the breath from her lungs. She bit down on Bryce’s lip as he pinned her against the wall with the weight of his body. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good,” he grunted, grinding his hips into her. Anastasia pressed back against the wall, using the leverage to undulate her pelvis and slide her dripping sex along his rock hard cock.
Bryce growled. Anastasia sucked in a sharp breath at the rough, guttural sound. He splayed one hand on the wall beside her head and began pumping his stiff length in and out of her. She clung to him, flexing her thighs, but he was in control of the pace and the movement. And it was hard and fast. He plunged his cock inside her, swiveling his hips with each thrust, mashing his pubis against her swollen clit.
Despite the intense orgasm she’d just had, Anastasia felt pleasure once again building low in her belly as he hammered all seven thick inches in and out of her clutching pussy. She rocked her hips as best she could in her pinned position, her fingers clawing at his back and shoulders. Her breasts rubbed against the smooth cotton of his shirt. They were both still mostly clothed. Only her underwear, lying on the floor near the couch, had come off. Her blouse hung open and her skirt was bunched at her waist. Only Bryce’s pants were open.
Anastasia didn’t care. This is what she’d wanted from the moment she’d laid eyes on the supermodel gorgeous Bryce McCormick. “Yes, Bryce! Fuck me harder! Give me that fat cock!”
His hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back as he slanted his mouth over hers and sucked at her lips and tongue. “Sweet little Ana, such a mouth on you! You want this cock, baby? Take it.” He grunted as he shoved into her. His tongue slid into her mouth, flicking between her lips with the same rhythm as his driving cock.
With his next deep thrust he yanked her hard against his groin and twisted his hips, pressing just right against her throbbing clit. Anastasia against splintered into sweet shards of pleasure. She pulsed around him, sheath rippling along the length of his shaft as she shook in his arms.
Bryce blew out a breath and yanked himself from her clutching body. He held her pinned against the wall as his cock twitching and pulsed, spurting warm jets of semen across her mound as he stroked himself against her thighs. Anastasia lowered her legs from around his waist as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She rested her forehead on Bryce’s heaving chest.
He leaned into her, sucking gently at the skin of her shoulder. “Holy hell, Ana.”
She nodded without speaking. She wasn’t sure she could speak. She felt wrung out and exhausted. When Bryce stepped back from her she slid bonelessly to the floor. She stared up at him, grinning broadly. Bryce gave her a wink as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants.
Her brows curved upward. “Still wish I was as naive as I look?”
“Fuck no,” he replied as he redid his belt. “It’s a good thing I don’t see much of you at work because, knowing what a dirty mind hides behind that innocent face of yours, I’d never get anything done. I’d just keep you bent over my desk all day.”
Anastasia shivered at the thought. That didn’t sound terrible to her at all. He reached down and touched her cheek briefly. “I’ll see you around, Ana.”
She was still sitting propped against the wall, breasts bare, eyes drooping closed, semen drying on her naked thighs, when the apartment door opened again and Victoria strode in. The redhead stopped dead, taking in Anastasia well fucked appearance, and chuckled.
“Looks like someone had a good night. I’m glad one of us did. I totally struck out with the painter.” She pouted as she bent to pull Anastasia to her feet. Anastasia looped her arm around Victoria’s neck.
“I can’t believe you struck out with anyone.”
Victoria playfully hip checked her. “Happens to everyone from time to time, sweetheart. Now... tell me all about your night.”
So Anastasia did.
***
Anastasia wondered if she’d feel embarrassed the next time she ran into Bryce at work. Or if he’d act stand-offish now that he’d gotten in her pants. Neither turned out to be the case. She didn’t see or talk to him for several days, but then Frank, her boss, sent her to the Market Research department to deliver some papers that had been sent over by currier.
Bryce was sitting behind his desk when she got off the elevator. Their eyes met and Anastasia could tell he was trying to gauge if she was angry with him or not. Because he hadn’t called? Probably. She guessed he figured all her no-strings-attached talk had been just that, and now expected her to go all weepy on him. But she’d been serious. She allowed her mouth to curve slightly upward as she strode by him to his boss’ desk and handed over the papers.
She watched from the corner of her eye while the young blonde at the next desk, clearly someone new to the department, flirted blatantly and badly with h
im. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could just bet Bryce was laying on his typical charm. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. He would have the starry-eyed young girl on her back in no time. Anastasia felt a surge of moisture between her thighs at the thought.
“Got that?” Bryce’s boss, Mr. Scroggins, was saying.
Anastasia nodded. “Yes, sir.” She glided over to Bryce’s desk with the stack of papers and grinned down at him. He looked up at her, sea-green eyes wary. “Hey, Bryce. Mr. Scroggins needs me to take these back over to Waltham and Pepperdyne before lunch, but I need your signature first.”
She set the papers down on his desk, pressing her thigh against his arm. He cleared his throat. “Certainly, Ana.” He pulled the papers toward him and made a show of bending over them to read, but really he was masking the motion of his left arm from the blonde beside him. His fingers crept up the back of her thigh, sliding beneath her skirt to probe between her legs. Anastasia shifted her posture, giving him better access and turning her upper body slightly towards the blonde. She smiled brightly.