Mr. Buff: A Flaming Romance

by Milly Taiden

  She sucked on a finger and moved both hands to cup her heavy breasts. Squeezing the soft mounds, she whimpered, closed her eyes, and threw her head back against the headrest. The move shoved her breasts into the air in a wanton offer to the man that wasn’t there.

  Her hands turned into his hands. It was his fingers that touched her. His fingers squeezed and pinched at her tight nubs. Her breath staggered; she pictured his tongue on her, sucking the very tips that begged for his touch. Her fingers grew rougher. They tweaked and pulled at the sensitive flesh until she was panting.

  “Andrew, please.”

  His ragged breaths joined in with hers. A loud curse came from his side of the line. “Touch your cunt for me.” Rougher, more demanding, his voice pushed her to obey.

  One hand was left to play with her breasts while she ran the other down her stomach to her exposed pussy, available for view. Her fingers dipped into her swollen folds. She moaned when her shaky fingers rubbed around her entrance.

  “Stick two fingers in your pussy like it’s my tongue in there and play with that sexy little clit.”

  Once the digits were covered in her own juices, she massaged her clit slowly.

  “Andrew, I need you... God—I need you now.” Her pants and moans were loud, and she forgot all about the need to keep quiet.

  “Oh, baby. Don’t stop, keep going.” His voice sounded brutal and strained. “I’m right there with you, sweetheart.”

  She visualized him in front of her, his hands on her body, driving her crazy.

  “My cock is fucking you hard, making your pussy drip with heat for me.” His dirty words drove the arousal inside her to a peak.

  Two digits were shoved into her cunt. At the same time she finger-fucked herself, she rubbed her thumb on her clit and pinched her nipple.

  “Come for me.” His harsh order was enough to send her over the edge.

  Tension increased, her body grew so tight, her legs locked, her back bowed, and her pussy clamped around her digits. She came so hard, she lost her breath on a silent scream for him. She convulsed in climax; rapture filled her body.

  A loud breathless curse sounded in her ear. He groaned and panted. He had come just as hard as she had.

  10

  Anxious, she gave herself one last critical look. Her eyes took in the blue spaghetti strap dress she’d chosen over every other dress in the overstuffed closet. Royal blue and slinky, it was her secret weapon when she wanted to amaze. Cut mid-thigh, it showed off her legs, and in the front dipped enough to show off a hint of cleavage. She smiled and sprayed on her favorite scent, the one that always got a ton of compliments, just when the doorbell rang.

  When she opened the door, her tongue almost fell out of her mouth, rolled down the wood floor, and begged. The man rocked the hell out of any suit.

  She was thrilled. He took in her body, and his eyes flared with lust. He tightened his jaw and balled his hands into fists. His reaction was better than anything he might have said. Her glance strayed to the small box in his hand.

  Before she got a chance to speak, he stepped inside, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and locked his lips on hers. The kiss was sudden, incredibly arousing, and so scorching, she was sure her heels had melted. Heart thumping wildly, she looked into his face.

  He licked his lips. “It’s been too long since I tasted you.”

  “Give me a second to grab my bag.” She turned toward the sofa and took a step.

  “Wait—I brought you something from my trip.”

  Turning back, she frowned. He’d gotten her a gift? She wasn’t sure she was comfortable with him buying her things. She opened her mouth to refuse it, but he lifted a hand and cut her off.

  “Before you say anything, just take a look. It’s just a little thing I saw and thought of you.” He handed her the small box.

  She looked at him for a moment before giving in to curiosity and opening it. Inside was a silver bracelet with a purple jade Buddha charm.

  “I know you like purple, and these little guys are supposed to be good luck. I figured everyone can always use some of that. Anyway, it’s nothing big.” He shrugged, but he held himself stiffly, almost as if he were afraid she might reject his gift.

  She curled a hand around his neck and pulled him toward her for a kiss. “Thank you.” She pulled the bracelet from the box and handed it to him. Holding her wrist out, she waited for him to fasten it on her. After he had, she smiled, kissed him again, and grabbed her bag.

  “We need to get out of here before I change my mind, strip you down, and have you for dinner instead.” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were filled with raw lust. He looked at her hard, sending shivers up her spine.

  Their eyes met, heat rose, and her body responded as if he owned it. He never let his eyes stray from her during their conversation over dinner. The waitresses at the restaurant stared at him, she noted, but he paid her no mind. Warmth spread through her while their evening progressed.

  “Do you see yourself having children in the future?” He watched her lips when she sipped her wine. He never let go of her hand, his hand so large against hers.

  “Yes, I do. I mean I’d love to, but for that to happen I need to be in a committed relationship, where we’re both on the same page. If I’m going to have a couple of kids with someone, he needs to be in it for the long-term. Be able to accept me like I am.”

  He gave her a guarded look. She frowned before she could stop it. What was going through his mind? This was not the subject she thought he’d bring up.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  “I’d like children, sooner rather than later. I’m tired of women who think kids will ruin their figures so they don’t want any.” His response sounded adamant.

  “What if your partner has trouble conceiving?”

  That she knew of, she had no problems, but it was too common that women her age had trouble conceiving. She tried to read him for lies. Some men didn’t like kids not related to them by blood.

  “That’s not an issue. If we can’t have children on our own, there’s always adoption. There’s a bunch of kids out there who need good parents. If we can’t, we can’t. I’m a firm believer that a parent is not the one who creates, but the one who raises the child.”

  He had gotten her with just those few words. If she weren’t careful, she’d end up proposing to him. After a quiet moment, she realized she’d been lost in thought.

  His voice deepened, becoming serious. “This isn’t a game for me.”

  “Okay.” Clearly, she had missed something.

  “I’m not looking to be just your friend with benefits. I want you and me, together, committed.”

  “You mean you want us to see each other exclusively?” Had he read her mind? Was she projecting to him what she was looking for?

  “If that’s how you want to phrase it. I don’t want anyone else, period.” His piercing eyes, the compressed line of his lips said this was no joke. He was serious.

  The liquid heat that had been running through her exploded in her veins and roared to a raging inferno.

  “I don’t want any lies between us. I want you to know, some days ago I left my webcam recording. It was a mistake, but when I came in, I saw a video—of you.”

  “What?” Her voice came out a startled shriek, but she didn’t care.

  “I know this sounds bad, but I didn’t do it on purpose. You were struggling to remove your nylons.”

  He tried to stay serious, but mirth was in his eyes. He’d seen her fight off a pair of clingy pantyhose and thought it was funny.

  Anger and embarrassment surged at his revelation. He had recorded her, and she’d had no clue.

  “That’s more than the amount of creepy I can handle.” She placed her napkin down. Just when she made a grab for her clutch on the table, he sneaked his arm out and held her by the wrist. The move left her half standing.

  “Don’t go. I’m telling you the truth; I didn’t do it on purpose, and I
erased it after I realized I’d done it.”

  “Sure you did, but not before you got to watch me. That’s just weird and freaky. Not to mention I jumped around like a lunatic trying to take the damn things off. It was a huge pain in the neck, and my ass was flashing all over the place.”

  He gave her a wicked smile. “But you’ve got such a beautiful ass.”

  “This is not funny. I don’t know what to think. You recorded me without my knowledge; that’s invasion of privacy.”

  His thumb rubbed circles over her pulse. Still wrapped around her wrist, his hand did not let go.

  Without consent, her heartbeat jumped at his touch. Even angry, she still wanted the damn man.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose. I promise it will not happen again.” His eyes darkened with arousal. “Unless you want it to.”

  Heat crawled across her face from the mounting embarrassment. What did he see? Oh, Lord. Had she been wearing her granny panties that day?

  “What, um, what was I wearing?” She hoped whatever underwear she’d had on didn’t have any stains or tears. She felt like an idiot asking, but she needed to know.

  He smiled. “A sexy pair of bikini panties. No one has ever made purple look as good as you did.”

  She wanted to stay upset, but the way he was smiling, as though she were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, made it hard—not to mention her pulse was throbbing in her throat. She gulped in an attempt at shoving away the dryness residing there.

  While she debated over what to do, the waiter arrived with their dinner. Her internal battle ended when she admitted defeat to his soft smile. She didn’t want the night to end just yet.

  He didn’t stop touching her all through dinner. He grabbed her much smaller hand, lifted it up to his lips, and placed soft kisses into her open palm. Her nipples ached. The soft material of her dress grazed against her skin and incited her hunger for him.

  His fingers’ soft touches fanned electric currents throughout her body. A large ball of need settled in her womb.

  She taunted him and licked her chocolate cake spoon slowly. Low, throaty whimpers escaped, and she closed her eyes and savored the burst of flavor. It wasn’t hard to do. She was already turned on by his nearness; her body ached fiercely. When she opened her lids, his gaze had locked on her tongue. She continued to lick the spoon. By the end of the night, she was ready to take him to the back alley, have her way with him, and douse the fire in her cunt.

  “Let’s go,” he barked.

  11

  Anticipation hummed through her body, making her unable to sit still the entire car ride. She unlocked her door, aware he was right behind her. After a single step inside her condo, she found her back plastered on the closed door, the hard planes of his body looming over her. His face tightened with arousal evident in the flaring of his eyes and nostrils. Taking in the feral look in his eyes, she licked her lips.

  He caressed the curve of her jaw. Then he ran his fingers through her hair, grasping large clumps and pulling her head back to hold her in place. He brought his lips down and claimed hers. Soft and pliant, her mouth hungered for his possessive tongue, for it to assert dominance over hers.

  Replicating the mating act to perfection, he fucked her with his tongue. She hungered for more. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and brushed his jacket aside. Eager to touch more of him, she splayed her hands on his hard chest muscles. The heat from his body radiated around her, ratcheting up her own fire.

  “Where’s the bedroom?” The question came out rough.

  She pointed in the direction they needed to go, and he lifted her into his arms. Nuzzling his neck, the move allowed her to run her tongue over his jaw. God, he tasted so good. It was addictive, his scent, divine...like a combination of sex, man, and earth.

  Once they reached her bedroom, he put her down on her feet and stepped back. Looking up, she realized what he was waiting for. It was such a turn-on, to see him in his dominant role.

  Lowering her head in submission, she awaited instructions.

  “Strip for me, Alexandra.”

  Trying to keep her hands from shaking, she lifted the slinky material of her dress over her body, revealing every curve in slow motion and dropped it on the chair by the bed. Without asking permission, she looked him in the eyes, wanting to see his reaction.

  “God, woman. You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

  The words came out like a curse. She wanted to smile. He sounded upset that he liked how she looked, but for her it was the complete opposite. Thriving under his possessive look, she wanted him to want her more than anyone.

  He stared at the sheer, royal blue lace of her underwear for a moment, his gaze roaming over her. “They’re pretty, but take them off unless you want me to rip them off.” He clenched his hands at his sides and watched her.

  Underwear gone, she stood in front of him completely naked. Not breaking their gaze, he took off the suit jacket. She bit her lip when the shirt and tie came off. With avid interest, she stared as his pants joined the clothing pile. A snapshot of him in all his naked glory burned into her mind.

  She moaned. He was big, strong, and so aroused that his cock was pointing straight up. Excited, she gulped while pussy juices dripped down her thighs.

  Reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out two long silk scarves. She jerked her eyes up to his when she saw them. God, yes! If he didn’t tie her first, she was going to tie him to the bed and never let him go.

  “Get on the bed.” His voice had turned into a rough, stern command.

  “How do you want me?”

  Nose flaring, his dark eyes turned molten, and she realized how provocative her words sounded.

  “On your back, legs spread open, arms wide above your head.”

  On the bed in a flash, she shoved the throw pillows aside so she could lie on her back, arms above her, and legs wide.

  He took in her heaving chest and her dripping-wet cunt in one searing glance. With the grace of any dangerous predator, he walked to the bed, tied a silk scarf to one of the posts and then to her wrist. He tugged on it twice to ensure it wouldn’t tighten on her skin. In a few quick strides, he went around the king-size bed and repeated the action with her other arm.

  He placed condoms, a bottle of lube, and an anal plug at the foot of the bed and sat between her open thighs.

  A haze clouded her vision until all she saw was him. She was so wound up, she thought she’d probably burst into flames at any moment.

  “Alexandra, there’s one rule you have to abide tonight.” His words were soft with a thread of steel. “You don’t come until I give you permission to. Do you understand me?”

  She whimpered and nodded as his fingers trailed up her thigh. How she would keep herself from coming, she had no idea. Her body was already halfway there, and he’d done nothing to her yet.

  He fingered her pussy lips and dipped into her wet sex. Her hips rolled involuntarily, looking for a deeper penetration.

  “Uh-uh. Pay attention, love.”

  When he crawled over her body, his hard muscles rubbed over her sensitized flesh. She moaned at the delicious torture. When he reached her face and they were level with each other, he trailed his tongue over her bottom lip.

  “I’m going to suck on your delicious nipples; then I’m going to lick your cunt, and if you’re a really good girl, when I’m good and ready, I’ll make you come.”

  Panting a moan, she jerked her arms in the ties.

  “Don’t worry, beautiful, you’re going to enjoy this.”

  Mind clouded with lust, she had a hard time understanding him. His rough, deep voice increased the desperation running through her.

  “Look at me,” he growled.

  Eyes snapping to his, she lifted her head and offered her lips. Their mouths fused for a moment. He gave her a quick, demanding kiss. The urge to curl her legs over his and rub her pussy on his cock was overwhelming. She groaned and fought the impulse.


  “Andrew—” She sounded desperate and no longer cared. There was nothing she wouldn’t do. She wanted, no, needed, some relief for the ache in her throbbing sex.

  “Shh. I’m in charge.”

  He trailed his warm lips over her collarbone while he traveled down to her breasts. Taking one stiff nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard. White-hot lightning fired from her breast down to her pussy.

  He bit on the tip. His raspy tongue flicked over the nub, soothing the small nip. Her ragged pants filled the quiet room. Unhurried, he sucked on the valley of her breasts and trailed kisses down her belly. He went from one nipple to the other, ensuring both were in equal amounts of sensual agony.

  At a snail’s pace, he dipped his tongue in the hollow of her belly button, nibbled the tender flesh, and continued his journey south. Lifting her legs and pushing her knees up to her sides, he licked at her swollen lips.

  She pulled at the scarves and then wiggled her hips, trying to put her clit into his mouth.

  “Stop.” He pinched her clit between his fingers.

  Jerking, she moaned when the slight pain increased her pleasure. She didn’t control her wayward hips, and he tapped her clit with two fingers, hard.

  “Oh—God!” Her body tightened without consent when the startling pleasure his hands supplied proved too much to bear.

  Reaching up, he squeezed her tits and tweaked her nipples. His tongue still licked hungrily at her juices.

  She begged him in broken moans.

  He brought one hand down, pierced her sex with his fingers, and fucked her with the two digits. While his fingers rammed in and out of her, his tongue continued to dance around her clit, driving her arousal to incredible heights.

  “Andrew—oh, fuck.” She moaned and panted. Her head thrashed from side to side.

  He lifted his head from her pussy. “Alexandra.”

  The rough command brought her back. She peered down at him. She pulled at the scarves. Her hips rolled again.

  Over her swollen clit, he curled his tongue and growled the magic words. “Come for me.” He grazed his teeth on her sensitive flesh, sucked down on her pleasure bud, and gave her a gentle nip.