by Trixie More
Dorothy tucked her lower lip in a bit, released it and looked at him through her lashes. Ed felt the knot in his gut loosen. She was playing with him. Flirting, with him. It felt—wonderful.
“So, you were wearing black shoes this morning …” he smiled at her, a woman who wanted him. “Shall we see what else you might have changed?”
The idea of lifting her skirt and examining her, got him so hard, so fast, that he felt lightheaded. Where did these ideas come from? He shouldn’t be treating her like a doll, dressed up for his pleasure … that was the opposite of everything he knew was right. His confusion must have shown on his face because Dorothy was looking at him directly now with a small crease between her pretty brows.
“Ed?” She reached forward slowly and put her hand on his chest, very, very softly.
“I’m sorry. You’re so sexy, I …” He placed his hand over hers and looked at her, struck mute. The idea of being in control, doing whatever he wanted, was so compelling; he had no way to explain it, even to himself.
She looked him in the eye for a moment and then pressed herself against him, slowly, so slowly. Gently, she pulled his head toward her and he let himself finish the movement. Carefully, he kissed her. Her lips yielded softly, her cool palm curled gently around his neck and her warm, wet tongue slid along his lower lip. He heard himself groan and then he felt her leg, bending and sliding along the outside of his calf. She pressed fully against him, delicious pressure from her belly against his aching dick. She arched her neck back as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She was so damn warm. He felt her one hand behind his neck, pressing very lightly and then the other hand, oh, that other hand … her palm slid over his cheek and her fingers slid through his hair in a gesture so gentle, so soft that his chest ached for all the years he’d missed such a touch. He pulled her into him and clutched her tightly, bending over her, eating at her mouth, sliding his kisses across her throat. She moaned and he felt like he would never be anything but hard for her.
“Dorothy, you … you slay me.”
She pulled back a little, gazing into his eyes, her blue-green ones dazed and lustful. As he looked at her, a little flash of mischievousness appeared in those ocean eyes.
She stepped away, her hands fiddling with hem of her skirt. “You wanted to know?” The question hung there for a moment. She was going to do it for him, on her own terms. He felt his heart skip a beat.
“Hell yeah.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her slender fingers and shiny pink nails. The skirt lifted an inch.
Thigh-highs. Ed dropped to his knees, though he couldn’t say why, other than he wanted the best possible angle for this show. Dorothy beamed down at him. Note to self, dropping to his knees was good. Burying his face in her pussy? Better. Waiting for her to display herself for him? Priceless.
The skirt inched higher. Garter straps. Ed grabbed his dick right through his sweats and clamped his fist around the base of it. Her eyes followed the movement, her cheeks flushed and she yanked her skirt up, revealing red and black lace panties. She grabbed herself between the legs, her yin to his yang.
“Take it, take off your skirt,” he growled. “For me.” Dorothy yanked at the snap at her waist, brought down the zipper and the denim skirt slid to the floor. Ed put his hands around her ankles and slid them up her smooth, silky legs, raising up higher on his knees as he did so, until he cupped her beautiful ass. “You are too beautiful for words.” He stood up, sliding his hands up her back and pulled her close, kissing her softly, reverently. “I want to eat you right through that red lace, but first.” He held her hands and stepped back, dropped her hands and stepped back again.
“Ed?” She looked worried. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Ah, God no,” he said. “I just want to see you like this, in heels and that jersey. I want to look at you and memorize you.” He felt his face heat and he had no idea where the man who spoke like this came from, but something in him wouldn’t let it stop there. “Yours is the face I want to think of every night, so brave, so beautiful. I am never going to forget this.”
Chapter 10
Dorothy looked at Ed. He was standing in his Indiana Jones living room, shirtless, his damp hair curling a little, his gray sweats slung low on his hips, erection tenting the front. One hand lazily stroked his cock, no longer holding the base for dear life, like he’d been a moment ago.
A moment ago, when he’d knelt at her feet, he’d gripped himself so hard that she’d seen his knuckles go white. Her pussy had clenched and she had wanted nothing more than to fall to the floor, coax his cock out and just lap at it, suck it and stroke it until he came all over her. She’d tried to force herself to stand there and finish the tease she’d started but yanking her skirt straight up was all she could muster. She wanted to bury her fingers in her V and watch him struggle to keep it together. This man wanted her—flat out. Every stupid thing she tried with him seemed to work like gold. She’d dressed sexy for other men and barely got a glance, she’d tried to impress men by talking shop and instead wound up listening to an endless array of stories they told about themselves.
This man, he told her she was smart, kind, beautiful and now? He was standing in his living room, looking like a lean Adonis, thoughtfully stroking his dick while he told her she was brave. Brave, her. She had wondered on the way over if he would think her pathetic and desperate. He thought her brave and he was eating her alive with his eyes. There was no doubt he intended to jack himself thinking of her, covered from neck to thigh, just standing there in what amounted to a nightshirt and heels. And, well, a garter belt. She was so wet, she could hardly stand it. God help her if he didn’t touch her.
“Do you want to see more?” She didn’t wait for an answer. His eyes flew to hers and he just nodded. He seemed to have lost his speech. “Cat got your tongue?” she teased as she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing the red and black demi bra with the wicked little netting that could be slid down to create a half cup. She walked toward him very slowly. “Do you want me to come closer?”
He nodded, hands hanging at his sides now. He was perfectly still.
She stepped closer, stopping just out of reach. “I stopped on the way home and bought this bra, you know.” She watched his Adam’s apple dip as he swallowed. “I was so torn. Do you know why?” His head jerked sharply to the side. “I’ll take that as a no.” She pouted a little and inside she gloried in the way his eyes roved over her lower lip, the way his tongue wet his own lip. Her skin burned for him. She could feel the tightness of her own nipples. “My poor nipples are sore and this bra? Well, it’s scratchy.” There, that had turned him on. She could see it in his eyes. She ran her finger behind the little bit of netting. She pressed the netting into one cup, then the other, letting herself strain toward him openly. His hands clenched. His eyes were glued to her breasts. “Oh, that’s better. But I was still torn. I didn’t want to match to my shoes, I didn’t want to give you that, but I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to disappoint …”
He was on her so fast she startled and took a step back as he caught her by the waist, covered her mouth with his, lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hallway. He kicked open his bedroom door, tossed her on the bed and ripped off his sweatpants and boxers in one go. Cock curving up proudly to his navel, he was lean and tightly built but she didn’t have long to look at him. He yanked her underwear down, pulling it right over her shoes, damn lucky she’d put them on over the garters. She had to stifle the giggle that threatened at the thought, then he was shoving her legs apart. She felt the mattress sink as he knelt between her legs, drawing her up to him. His eyes roved over her body, in her decadent underthings, nipples thrusting over her cups, garter belt, red heels. He stroked down her left leg and then lifted it over his shoulder. She watched his bicep flex as he did so, gazed in wonder at her red pump waving in the air. Kissing the inside of her thigh, he stopped just before he got to her labia and froze there.
Oh, God! Don’t
stop. She held her breath. So help her, if he left her like this, she was going to brain him with her laptop. That handsome face lifted and she saw—him. Not the image he wanted everyone to see, not a tease, not a dominant lover, this was him. She had seen this Ed in Adam’s office, when he realized she had a folder of his products, again, when he had apologized this morning and now, looking over at her while his large, rough hand stroked her thigh.
“You want this, right?”
She nodded. His eyes closed and his chest heaved once.
“You want me to put my dick into you and fuck you, right?”
“Ed? Look at me.” His eyes opened and stared into hers. He looked like a man being very careful. “Ed, my nipples are hard as rock, my pussy is pulsing like I don’t know what. When you touch me, I’m going to be gushing wet.” His nostrils flared and his pupils were enormous. She could see his chest lifting and falling with his breathing. “I have never had a man look at me the way you do.” His hand tightened on her thigh as she used her other leg to rub along his bare leg. “I want you to eat me until I scream, then ram your dick into me and fuck me senseless.” He groaned and turned to her thigh and sucked at it. “And Ed?” He looked up at her. “Then I want you to love the campaign I’m creating for you.”
She held her breath, because of all of it, that was the most important thing—that he love what she had created. She felt her breathing pick up, could see her breasts lifting and falling, and she saw his eyes widen as he stared into hers. He moved her thigh off his shoulder and crawled up over her, staring at her like she was an alien life form. He pushed her legs together with his knees and straddled her, his palms pressed into the mattress. His eyes never left hers.
“What do you want more?” His voice was deep and guttural, the words barely a whisper.
“The campaign.” She didn’t have to think. Her heart was thundering. “I want to save your company.”
He stared at her, his mouth shut, his lips relaxed, his eyes unblinking. What was he thinking?
Her voice came out as a whisper. “I want to save you.” Fear gripped her. Had she said too much? But then he moved, so slowly, bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her gently, tenderly, his hands sliding along her sides, kisses lighting up the nerve endings in her neck as his lips traveled down, stopping at her nipples, lapping at them as he unhooked the little catch in the center of her bra, pushing it aside, biting and sucking on the underside of her breast.
He’s marking me again she thought, pushing her fingers through his hair. “Yessss …” she hissed.
“Am I the only man you’re seeing?” his voice rumbled out as his mouth moved over the sensitive skin on her stomach. “I am, aren’t I?”
“Now? You need to know now?” She rolled her head from side to side and tugged on his hair. He just chuckled and slipped a fingertip onto her clit. “Ahhh.”
“I do.” The finger moved just a bit and his teeth scraped her hip bone.
“Why? Am I the only woman you’re with?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he purred and her foolish heart soared. “You have no idea.” He dragged his tongue over her thigh, she felt his breath between her legs. Why wouldn’t he move faster? “I have a lot of things I want to do with you, but I don’t invest in fly by nights.”
What? Invest? His finger was rubbing so slowly … what was he talking about? “Ugh, I … please, Ed.”
“Tell me again. What you want most.”
He was killing her. “You. I want to save you.”
He rewarded her by pressing three fingers into her. Filling her, so suddenly. She heard the wet slurp of his fingers moving in and out, felt the delicious rubbing.
“Oh God, you are so fucking wet.”
“I know!” She practically yelled it. She grabbed his head and shoved it toward her crotch. He must have lost it then because he began licking at her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out, licking and licking. He stayed at it and the feeling built.
“Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop …” Dorothy panted, feeling wild. Her nipples were so hard … she reached up and pinched them, the feeling so intense she started to keen. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at Ed. He was looking up at her.
“Pinch them again … tell me how they feel,” he growled.
She did it, practically yowling at the feeling. “Ahh, sore,” was all she got out and he redoubled his efforts.
“Again,” he said. Dorothy just rolled her head back and forth.
He reached up, grabbed a nipple and twisted while he sucked her clit hard and Dorothy went over that edge, keening and trying to shove his head away, it was too much. He tugged it again, flicked at the other nipple and kept licking. She tried to shove him away again. Once more he did it and she went over, feeling her mind just blank out as ecstasy washed over her, her legs tight and stiff, her fingers clenched in his hair. He kept lapping softly, slowly and petted her labia with his wet fingers until she finally relaxed.
He took a condom from the drawer in his nightstand and rolled it down over his cock.
“Put me in you.”
She reached down and positioned him, feeling like she was floating. He pushed an arm under her lower back, bit her lip, and she felt a little bloom of shock.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“If you keep fucking me like this, I won’t ever even look at another man.”
He took in a deep breath, she saw his chest expand, his hips lifted and then he drove into her and she felt herself shoved up the bed. Just before her eyes rolled back in her head she saw what looked like sheer determination cross his face, and then, she felt him let her go, throw her legs over his shoulders and wrap that arm under her lower back again. It felt like heaven, and then, the fucking started for real. Slow, dragging in and out, then faster, varying the rhythm, making sure he rubbed into her clit and then finally pulling his arm out and getting that hand between them, flicking at her clit while he pumped, his eyes closed, a furrow between his brows. Sweat ran down his temple.
“Oh God, so close …” she said as she squirmed beneath him. Then he brought his mouth to her sore, sore, nipple and bit gently.
The woman beneath him was absolutely gorgeous, lips kiss-swollen, a sheen of dampness on her body. She ran her hands up and down his biceps restlessly, sometimes curling up and kissing his neck, his collarbone, his lips. Her ocean blue eyes were wide and dazed, her hair fanned out around her as she lifted her hips beneath him. Fuck she was incredible. Ed closed his eyes and concentrated on moving in and out of her.
“Soooo close …” she hissed, as she tried to shove up against him, her voice sounding like another woman entirely. He was barely hanging in there for her, desperate for her to climax. Wrenching his arm out from beneath her, Ed shoved his hand between them. Her hips dropped and then bucked up, he pressed his thumb into her clit hard, opened his eyes and looked down at the puckered skin around her hard nipple. Christ, her tits must be throbbing by now. The thought caught him, his orgasm gathered at the base of his spine; he wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Bending down, he caught that hard nub in his mouth and bit down gently.
Dorothy gasped loudly and then her high thin cry began, her sweet cunt squeezing his dick, and he fucking lost it, pumping madly, vaguely aware she was pushing against the headboard with her palms. He felt like he could drive her right through the damn wall. His orgasm practically cracked his teeth, he was squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw so hard. She was shuddering and his arms were locked straight as he ground into her and let the feelings just crash through him. With a final thrust, trying to fall slightly off of her, he collapsed.
He just lay there, speechless, as their two hearts hammered a new future into existence.
They stayed together, Dorothy lightly stroking his arm until he finally had to move off of her and take care of the condom. The square face of the clock beside the bed said 7:26 p.m. A full evening of
work lay ahead of them and all he wanted to do was pull the blankets over them both, shut the lights and sleep until the morning. Dorothy moaned softly and slid her hand all the way along his arm and linked her fingers through his, pulling him back down beside her. Her body was warm and soft and the way their hands fit together felt more intimate to him than the mind blowing sex they’d just had. He stared at where their hands were joined and felt a tightness in his throat. Beside him, Dorothy was studying his face.
“That was, um …” she hesitated. Why did she look so uncertain?
“The best sex ever?” he offered. It was Edward’s turn to study Dorothy.
“Was it?” She didn’t sound certain.
How could she not have had her mind blown? His certainly was. Maybe it wasn’t as good for her as he thought. Maybe it was so good for him because he’d been alone so long and fuck, she was drop dead gorgeous. Maybe she always had guys do the sexual equivalent of handstands in their efforts to impress her. He frowned, watching as he rubbed his thumb over hers. But hadn’t she said if he kept fucking her like that she wouldn’t even look at another guy? She had, he’d heard it and filed it away with his best experiences.
“Are you asking that because you didn’t feel, I mean, because it wasn’t what you needed?” He shifted a little, careful to keep holding her hand. How many times, after that horrible night, had he craved just sitting with a woman and holding her hand? Just spending time and feeling that she really cared about him. That day had shattered him and he sometimes thought that if he had been involved, that maybe a person who loved him, who stood by him, might have prevented him from healing so … badly.
“Oh, my God! No. I mean …” She lowered her eyelashes, looking down. “I mean, that was, I always wanted my own personal wrecking ball.” She smiled up at him.
What? She had that sultry, mischievous look on her face again. “Your own what?”