Do Me Right

by Lisa G Riley

  Do Me Right

  Copyright © April 2010 by Lisa G. Riley

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  Chapter One

  “Are you lying in our bed?” Sloan Johnson said into the telephone.

  He heard his fiancée sigh. Deeply. That sigh held a wealth of emotions—uncertainty, consternation, and need—and he heard every single one of them. Her need was plain to him, even from as far away as he was. He ran his fingers through his blond hair in frustrated need and lowered his voice. “Baby, are you in the bed?”

  “Yes.” Her response was so soft that he almost didn’t hear it. But he heard rustling, and he knew those long brown legs of hers were moving restlessly against the sheets. They always did when she was ready to feel him between them. Which part of him didn’t matter—penis, tongue, lips, or fingers; his baby was ready to be fucked. And when she wanted to come, she wanted to do it with his dick pulsing inside her.

  “Are you on your back?”

  “Yes.”

  “Got the vibrator and the lubricant?”

  “Yes.”

  She tried to hide it, but he heard her embarrassment and scaled back a bit. “What are you wearing?” He wanted her naked but knew she wouldn’t be.

  “One of your shirts—your blue oxford. It smells like you…” She hesitated and then said softly, “Sloan?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I left it unbuttoned.”

  “Perfect.”

  “I’ve never done this before.”

  “I know, and it’s okay. There were a lot of things you hadn’t done before you met me.”

  “Yeah,” she said, and he knew that her lips were stretched in that shy smile he loved so much. “I was a good girl before I met you. Now look at me—turned out like some street-corner hoochie.”

  “You were a good girl with an open mind. Besides, you like it.”

  Another sigh. “You know I do,” she admitted.

  Sloan smiled. He knew she’d be lowering her lashes over embarrassed but willing eyes. God, he missed her! “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Pull the pins out and let your hair down.”

  “How do you know I have my hair up?”

  “Because you always have it up. No. On second thought, leave it up and put your glasses on. That combination on you is sexy as hell.”

  “I know you think so, and now the dining-room table knows you think so too.”

  Sloan groaned. The last time he’d caught her with her glasses on and her hair still in a bun, he’d cornered her against the table. “You liked that too.”

  “I did,” she confessed with a wistful sigh. “I wish you could come home today and take me like that again.”

  Sloan shut his eyes for a second. Kendra didn’t usually talk dirty, but her honest approach spoken plainly in that soft, concise tone of hers had his penis standing up at attention. “I know. For now we’ll make do.”

  “But I don’t know… I mean…”

  Sloan’s blue eyes narrowed in concentration as he pictured her lying on her back, the shirt, a perfect contrast to her dark skin, spread beneath her as her nipples pointed toward the ceiling and her arousal began to drip from her vagina’s pretty lips. “Open your legs, baby.”

  “They are open,” she whispered. “They’ve been open.”

  Sloan’s brows shot up. She was close. “How wet are you?”

  “Sloan!” The whisper was almost scandalized. Almost.

  “As wet as when I first suck your clit into my mouth and love it with my tongue?” His words had her moaning in the back of her throat now. “Or wetter, like when I—”

  “I don’t know, Sloan.” She whimpered, sounding like she was in pain. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take either. Darling, please. I wish you were here!”

  “I want that too,” Sloan said and deliberately turned the heat up. “I miss you. I miss feeling you moving beneath me while I bury my dick deep inside your body. I miss the feel of your arms wrapped tightly around my neck”—he lowered his voice and continued—“the feel of your soft breath huffing against my skin while I take you fast to make you come, and those breathy little sounds you make just before it happens.”

  “Oh God, Sloan!”

  “Are you touching your clit yet?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s right, Kennie-girl. Touch it.” Sloan hurried past their doorman. Kendra thought he was still out of town in a hotel room in Manhattan.

  “I need more, Sloan.”

  “I know you do, baby. You know what to do. You know what you like.” He pressed the elevator button again. Damn it, where is that damn elevator? He loosened his tie more and placed his briefcase in front of his erection. He thought about taking the stairs, but they lived on the twenty-fifth floor.

  “Sloan!”

  The cry was sexy and desperate enough to have him turning toward the stairwell. A ding signaled the elevator’s arrival, and he walked into the car. .

  “Hold that elevator!” a voice cried, and Sloan looked up to see one of his neighbors hobbling over slowly with the use of crutches. He looked at her, taking it all in. Laying his thumb on the Close button, he pressed it. Hard.

  As the doors swished closed, he said, “Kendra? You still have the vibrator?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, turn it on.” He waited until he heard the low, insistent buzz before saying, “Now imagine what I would be doing to you if I were there with you. What would I be doing right now, baby?”

  “Licking and sucking my nipples.”

  “Right. You love it when I suck your nipples against the roof of my mouth and bite and lick them. Take the vibrator and circle it around your nipple. Feel good?” he asked when she let out a long moan.

  “Oh yes.”

  “Now give the other one a turn. That’s right, baby, work it,” he purred as her moan turned into little whimpers in the back of her throat. “Now trail it slowly across your torso, down your stomach…” He closed his eyes and groaned himself, just imagining the muscles of her stomach jumping from the vibration. “That’s it. Take it over the top of your vagina, past your opening…”

  “But, Sloan, I want to—”

  “I know, but just listen,” he said, sweating
profusely now. “You know that really sensitive spot you have, right where your thigh meets your vagina? Put the vibrator there.” He had to pull the phone away from his ear when she started making those sharp little cries she usually made when he sucked her there. The elevator was taking its sweet time! He looked up at the panel. Twenty-four…twenty-five.

  “Okay,” he said as he walked down the hall to their door and inserted his key into the lock. “The vibrator is lubricated, yes?”

  “Y-y-yes…”

  “Good. Bend your knees, and push it in slowly. That’s it, baby. It should slide right in,” he encouraged when she made halting, high-pitched, huffing sounds, each one more operatic than the last. He closed the door softly behind him, turned off his phone, put his briefcase down, and walked up the stairs and down the hall, stripping out of his jacket and tie as he went.

  He walked into their bedroom, and there she lay. Her eyes were closed, and her head thrashed about on the pillow while her upraised knees spread wide to give him a spectacular view as her toes dug desperately into the sheets while she rode the vibrator, still making those high-pitched sounds. The phone lay uselessly on the bed, and she gripped the sheets tightly with her other hand. He waited for her to sense his presence. It didn’t take long. She opened her eyes and looked right at him.

  “Sloan! You’re home!” She pulled the vibrator out and held out her arms to him.

  He hurried over to the bed, undoing his belt and pants as he went. “No condom this time,” he said as he lay between her knees and hungrily took her mouth.

  “No, no condom,” she gasped in agreement as he filled her. She tightened her arms around his neck. “Ahhh. I missed you!”

  “I missed you too, sweetheart,” he said and thrust slowly into her, closing his eyes to savor the feel of her slick muscles squeezing him. “It’s been too fucking long since I was able to do this.”

  Making a sound of agreement in the back of her throat, she pushed her hips upward to receive more of him.

  “Just what the doctor ordered,” Sloan said with satisfaction before burying his hand in her hair, his fingers convulsively tangling in the strands as his other hand slowly

  worked her clit. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and she had that infinitely suckable bottom lip of hers caught between her teeth. She was beautiful. “I want you, Kennie-girl. I want you to open those sexy thighs of yours wide for me. Open them as wide as they will go and let me feel your clit, baby,” he said and waited.

  Her eyes flew open, and a bashful embarrassment filled them, even as his words made her hips jerk faster. “Oh God, Sloan.” She moaned and closed her eyes.

  “Talk to me,” he said softly and held still in her body, while at the same time grabbing her hips so she couldn’t move. He watched as she opened her eyes again and looked warily up at him.

  “Sloan? What are you doing?”

  “Talk to me,” he repeated. “Tell me what you want from me.” He loved for her to talk dirty.

  He fought back a twinge of disappointment when it looked like she wouldn’t say anything.

  “I want you to…” she began softly and licked her lips in nervousness. “I want you to…to…”

  God, she was killing him. Sloan felt his dick twitch, and as hard as it was to do it, he kept himself from driving into her again. “You want me to what?”

  “I want you to…to…do me, baby. Do me hard. Do me right.”

  She barely finished her demand before he was plunging furiously inside her again.

  “Oh yessss! I love you, Sloan. I love you…” she said and screamed as her orgasm pulsed through her.

  Sloan continued to thrust into her. “I love you too,” he said just before he exploded into her.

  *

  Kendra forced herself to get out of bed, careful not to wake Sloan. After his being gone for almost three weeks, all she really wanted to do was lie beside him more. But she couldn’t do that. There was too much to do and barely enough time to do it. She grabbed her robe from the end of the bed, shooting a final regretful look at his big, sexy body before leaving.

  Closing the door to the connecting bath behind her, she put the robe on the hook, still unable to believe that he’d gotten her to masturbate while he was on the phone. And then for him to walk in while she was doing it was just too much! “God, I must have looked like…like… Well, I must have looked like what I was—hot and bothered,” she whispered with an embarrassed but pleased grin. She studied herself in the mirror and winced at how much fuller her face had gotten. She’d put on weight while Sloan had been gone, and wondered if he’d noticed it. “Nerves,” she said as she pinched the bit of extra skin at her waist. Problems at work combined with Sloan’s absence had had her eating more than she should have.

  “No more fried okra,” she told herself sternly and absently as she turned from the wide mirror and walked across the large bathroom to the narrow column of built-in shelves to get some hairpins. As she pinned her hair up, she admitted that the buffalo-chicken strips and white chocolate-raspberry cheesecake had put on more calories than the short walk home after she had picked them up took off. “Definitely not an equal trade-off,” she said as she stood in front of the mirror again.

  Still, she didn’t think she looked too bad. Because she was short and had a small frame, any extra weight—including the two or three pounds she estimated she’d recently gained—showed immediately.

  She finished pinning her hair high up on her head and put on her shower cap. She stepped into the sunken tub and adjusted the showerheads to her satisfaction. There were four on the wall at varying heights, but this time she chose to use only one. As the powerful spray hit her body, she sighed in pure bliss. She loved the feel of water and found showers and baths to be just a flat-out sensual experience. She smiled, thinking how the moaning made Sloan horny. And God help her if she used all the showerheads. He became a sexual madman. Many mornings they scrambled about trying to make it to work on time because of his water torture.

  Lathering her body with freesia-scented bath wash, Kendra thought about her relationship with Sloan. It was hard for her to believe that they’d known each other for almost four years.

  To this day, she still shivered when she thought about their first meeting and wondered how she’d gotten through it. She found it a bit difficult to remember the words they’d spoken. But she remembered perfectly how she’d felt.

  “He made me feel alive,” she thought aloud as she rinsed herself off. No one had ever had that effect on her. She stepped out of the shower, hoping that the bliss would never end. “Please, God, don’t let what happened to Mom happen to me.”

  Chapter Two

  Sloan slowly woke and stretched. He yawned expansively, his jaw cracking with the effort.

  “Well, it’s about time you joined the land of the living.” Kendra stood next to the bed.

  “What time is it?” he asked.

  “Time for all good little boys to get out of bed.” She bent to press a quick kiss on his mouth.

  Sloan remained reclined against the pillows as he studied her lazily. He wanted her out of that robe. Even as he thought the thought, her hands went to the belt at her waist and pulled the ends. Tight. His gaze went back to her face. It held a stern frown.

  “Behave, Sloan.”

  “You showered without me.” Suspicion rose as he started recognizing clues. Not only had she showered, she looked chipper and excited. Kendra never looked chipper or excited after sex—well satisfied and sleepy, yes. And if he was lucky, hopeful that he could go another round. But never excited. Usually she was curled up on his chest like a full, fat cat within minutes of her orgasm. Seconds, if she’d achieved the Holy Grail of lovemaking—multiples. But now she was full of energy.

  He studied her more. Her smooth skin was flushed from excitement, and her hair was already neatly done. Well, damn. She had something planned, and it obviously wasn’t the hot, sweaty marathon sex sessions that he’d
planned—that they always planned after being away from each other. Shit, after three weeks of going without, he needed those sessions. “Kendra,” he said quietly, and again: “You showered without me.”

  She brushed his hair off his forehead. “I certainly did,” she said and sat down next to him. “I had my reasons, so stop looking like I didn’t just give you some less than half an hour ago!”

  “Exactly—some. I need more,” he finished and reached for her.

  “That’s just too bad, because the vagi-gi store’s closed, you big nympho!” Kendra tried to duck out of his reach and couldn’t make it. “Stop it, Sloan.” She laughed as he grabbed her arms and yanked her so that she was supine on the bed.

  “You do know, don’t you,” he began conversationally as he wrestled her beneath him, “it is both physically and genetically impossible for me to be a nymphomaniac.”

  “Well, I don’t know the word for a male nympho, but that’s what you are. As I was trying to say,” she emphasized as she grabbed his hair and pulled so that his face lifted from her neck, “we don’t have time for any marathon lovemaking right now.”

  “No?” He loosed her hand from his hair, raised his body up, and gave the belt on her robe a hard yank so that it fell open. “What do we have time for?” He watched her eyes closely when he lowered his body onto hers. Ah. Home sweet home. “You missed it too, didn’t you, Kennie-girl?” he crooned. It was the name he used when they were making love or when he was trying to seduce her.

  Kendra’s only response was a long, throaty moan when he smoothly entered her.

  *

  “Hmm…get up, baby,” she commanded with a smile as she tried to catch her breath. “We weren’t supposed to make love again. And now we really don’t have a lot of time.”

  Sloan stirred and gathered her close. “Time for what?”

  Kendra tried to concentrate through the pleasure when he began sucking on her neck. “Stop, honey,” she said weakly and pushed at his face. “It’s too hot for—Oh God…” She moaned when he transferred his mouth to her nipple. “Too hot for turtle…”

  Sloan let the nipple slip from his mouth. “What? Too hot for turtles?”