Mr. Buff: A Flaming Romance

by Milly Taiden

  Screaming his name as if the end of the world had arrived, she exploded in a climax so violent and forceful, she lost all the air in her lungs.

  Like a cat enjoying the finest cream, he continued to lap at her cunt.

  12

  Untying the scarves holding his little dragon down, Andrew smiled. Fuck, he’d never had a woman as responsive as her. He took harsh breaths and gritted his teeth. It was hell to hold on to his shaky control. She was amazing.

  Still lust-clouded, she peered at his straining erection.

  “Suck my dick.” He knew he sounded harsh and demanding. There was no way around it—he wanted her that badly.

  She got on her knees on one of the throw pillows on the floor and grasped the base of his cock. He twined his fingers in her hair, fisted, and then pulled the silky strands away from her face.

  She fluttered her tongue on the throbbing vein running the length of his shaft and twirled the head in her lips like a lollipop. She hummed in the back of her throat, licked at the slit, and then sank the head into her hot, wet mouth. He grunted while thrusting into her, unable to stop. His body led the drive to pound into her sexy mouth.

  “Alexandra, that feels so good.” His words were hoarse.

  He watched her smooth a hand over her toned belly and shuddered when she shoved two fingers into her cunt while sucking him farther down her throat. Her whimpers created vibrations, and he had to tighten his ass cheeks to keep from coming too fast. She sucked and twirled her tongue on his hard length.

  His dick was big and swollen. It almost didn’t fit in her mouth. Widening her lips, she relaxed her throat, taking him in further, until she deep-throated him.

  His control started slipping. The grip on her hair tightened, and he thrust in and out of her mouth, watching his dick disappear into the heaven of her lips.

  “Fuck, yes. Again.” His voice was severe, demanding.

  Amusement sparkled in the depths of her eyes. Yes, he was telling her what to do, but she was the one dishing out his pleasure.

  The caged need inside him pushed to be freed when her lips vibrated around his dick. Realizing he had her hair in a death grip, he rubbed circles into her scalp, not wanting to hurt her.

  Her hand jerked him harder, and her lips hollowed to a fist-tight suction. He groaned and cursed aloud. He was going to come. Pulling her by her shoulders, he hauled her up and threw her on the bed facedown. She looked up, moving her mass of hair out of the way, to gaze at him.

  “Stay there. Lift your ass in the air for me, baby.”

  Condom and lube in hand, he knelt behind her. He dripped lube on the crack of her ass and put on a condom. His cock jumped. He’d dreamt about fucking her there, but now he wanted to make sure she wanted to do it.

  “Have you been ass-fucked before?” The question sounded like a snarl, raw and harsh. One hand rubbed the lube over her anal entrance.

  She shook her head, and he growled in possession. This would be something new; he would be her first, and her enjoyment became his priority.

  “Do you want to try this?” She gave an immediate nod. He let the breath, the one he didn’t realize he was holding, out in a rush. Her trust humbled him. “Don’t worry, baby, just do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

  Dipping one finger into her ass, he was immediately surrounded by her tightened muscles. His gut clenched.

  “Relax.” He groaned and worked the finger in and out of her until she allowed her muscles to loosen up. Adding another finger, he scissored them inside her, stretching her and pumping in and out of her ass.

  She moaned, thrusting back against his hand. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

  His cock jerked in pain. He placed the anal plug at her entrance.

  She froze in place, muscles tensed.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” He traced two fingers down to her pussy lips and around her clit. Her muscles softened when his fingers thrummed the little nub.

  “Do you want me to continue?”

  “Yes, don’t stop.” She didn’t sound uncomfortable or scared, which would have been enough to stop him.

  He pushed the plug in until it was swallowed by her ass. She moaned and pushed back into his hips. Thrusting his cock into her dripping pussy, she groaned when he was fully seated. “God, I’m...it feels—I’m so full.” Panting, she wiggled her hips as though she were trying to get him to move.

  He slammed into her pussy, pulled out, and thrust back, making the plug twist in her ass.

  “Oh, good God. Andrew—I—” With broken pants, she propelled back into his thrusts, her walls gripping his cock in a silky caress.

  He increased the tempo of his thrust. He fisted her hair and ground his hips into her ass cheeks. Her loud gutturals drove him on. Hearing her beg for more increased his urgency. The fluttering of her vaginal muscles and the tensing of her back let him know she was coming.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  She screamed in bliss, the sound alone enough to push him over the edge, if he allowed it. Her pussy sucked his cock deep.

  He had to take short, fast breaths to keep from spilling inside her.

  He pulled out, discarded the condom, and put on the next one. He greased his dick until it was shiny with lube. Removing the plug from her ass, he replaced it with the head of his cock. The combination of his slick cock and her relaxed and well-lubricated muscles were enough to allow him to push slowly into her. The glide was smooth, and she didn’t tense in discomfort when he fit the wide head of his dick into her.

  “Relax your muscles some more; push out and it’ll help,” he bit out through gritted teeth.

  Her muscles gave and softened around the crown of his shaft. He pushed in more, heard her pants and noticed her hand had strayed to thrum her clit. He continued to slide in. Andrew drew back and thrust in. Her moans and ragged breaths heaved.

  Bit by bit, he continued to push into her. The challenge came in holding back the urge to ram into her balls-deep. Once he got halfway in, he pulled back. He thrust and withdrew in brief, sharp prods, each time pushing a little further. In a tight, silken kiss, her muscles enfolded his shaft. His arm went around her leg to rub over her engorged clit. Once, twice, he flicked.

  “Again, come for me, sweetheart.”

  He rolled his hips, and she tightened her muscles, squeezing hard when she came around him. Her scream filled the air, and her ass’s grip his cock became almost painful.

  He thrust, groaned, and cursed with every pull of her muscles, the sweet ass unyielding around his dick. The tingle in his spine warned him that his climax was approaching. When it came, it ripped through him, driving down his spine, through his groin, and out his steel-hard cock.

  Fingers biting roughly into her hips, he snarled a curse, jerking behind her. The force of his release shook his body. He came so hard, his legs almost collapsed. Content and taking deep breaths, he slowed and relished the pleasure filling him. He smiled in satisfaction.

  Pulling out of her, he disposed of the condoms in the attached bathroom, brought a damp hand towel, and cleaned her up. In soft, soothing motions, he wiped her with the towel.

  He lay down on the bed next to her and dragged her into his arms. Exhausted and already half-asleep, her soft body curled around him.

  13

  Alexandra smiled at everyone on her way to work. Who would have thought she’d ever find herself this excited to get to her office? She’d been traveling. She hadn’t had a chance to see Andrew, having arrived just the night before. A smile played along her lips, her thoughts on the last time they’d seen each other, three days before.

  He’d made her a candlelit dinner, which she was still impressed with because she couldn’t cook to save her life. They’d made popcorn, watched a romantic comedy, and talked. Whoever said romance was dead hadn’t met Andrew Carter. She was ready to get down on one knee and propose, even if just for his cooking skills. He’d even snuggled with her after sex—that was major.

  Then, he’d surprised h
er with tickets to the Broadway musical she’d been dying to see but kept putting off. He even promised Junior’s cheesecake. How in the world was she not supposed to lose her heart to a man who promised chocolate cheesecake and theater tickets without any qualms about what it would do to his manhood? It was impossible.

  After unlocking her office door, her eyes immediately went to the windows and the view. Normally about this time, Andrew was back in his office after working out. Sure enough, he was there, but on the phone and pacing in his bare feet. He didn’t look happy when he glanced at his watch.

  Her stomach soured. She hadn’t done anything wrong, had she? Shaking her head, she reprimanded herself mentally. Of course, she hadn’t. His world didn’t revolve around her. He was a very busy, very important business man. Which made her wonder why in the hell he wanted her. He could have anyone.

  Shaking her head again, she pushed those thoughts away. She knew who she was, what she wanted out of life. Well, that was until the past several days before meeting Andrew. Now her plans were changing more toward the family way of thinking than just being alone forever.

  When she looked out her window, Andrew was standing at the window staring at her, no longer on the phone. A gasp caught in her throat at his intense, sexy look. God, she was about to melt remembering all the hot sex.

  How she wanted to run over there and run her hands along his body. In his workout clothes still, every muscle was outlined from his pecs to his perfectly squeezable round ass.

  His hands grabbed the bottom on his tank-top style shirt and he slowly lifted it up his body. His abs, inch-by-inch, came into view. She recalled how her tongue had traced each of those valleys and planes, tasting better than double chocolate fudge cake.

  When his thumbs hooked the waistband of his shorts, her heart skipped a beat and pulse double-timed.

  Slowly—once again, teasing the shit out of her—he pushed the material to fall to his bare feet. His red boxer-briefs were sexy as hell.

  She licked her lips as his hand rubbed over his erection still contained in clothing. Damn, she’d never been jealous of a pair of underwear before. Her hand fisted as it had when wrapping around his cock just before sucking it hard the other night. A shiver ran through her. Her panties were soaked.

  His fingers dragged up his cock and slipped under the waistband. She couldn’t breathe any longer. Her body vibrated, needing his cock in her pussy now.

  As he pulled the briefs down, he spun around, showing off is scrumptious ass. She’d spank it right now, for all the teasing, if she were in his office.

  Once the briefs hit the floor, he kicked them to the side and slowly, dammit, he took forever turning to face her. Him stroking his very hard cock almost brought her to her knees. Her breaths came in quick pants. Her hands pushed against the glass of the window. When had she gotten out of her chair?

  Who cared? She was about to push through to get to his side. She was hot enough to melt the freaking pane.

  His fist pumped faster. He put a hand on the window as his head fell back. She knew the moans he was making. She loved them, encouraging her to continue whatever she was doing. Her fingers itched to touch all that glorious flesh. She had him over the weekend, but that would never be enough. She wanted him forever.

  His orgasm slammed into him as his body jerked in response and white liquid shot from his cock. Fuck. Her knees gave out at that point and she slid to her knees.

  She watched his chest expand and shrink with each breath, in sync with her own. You’d think she came with him.

  He smiled and blew her a kiss, then headed for his office shower. She waved a goodbye, returning his smile. That’s when she noticed his office door was cracked open. Had he not shut it when coming in?

  When Leslie slipped in, Alex knew the bitch had been watching. The woman made eye contact with her. Well, the cat was out of the bag on the secret office “rendezvous.”

  Leslie strutted up to the window, wearing a full-length fur coat. It had better be fake fur or Alex would pummel the woman herself. Rich bitch. Leslie reached out and the blinds began to close. When she did, her coat fell open revealing she was completely naked underneath.

  That motherfucking, piece of shit, ho slut, hag. The last straw was the bitch wiping some of Andrew’s cum from the window and sucking it off her finger. Wearing a smug smile, she waggled her fingers as the windows turned opaque.

  No fucking way was this happening. She would put a stop to whatever Leslie thought she was going to do. Anxiety flowed through her at the thought of Andrew giving in to basal human needs with a perfect body in the shower with him.

  Alex hopped to her feet, heading for the door. Stepping into the hallway, someone called her name. She turned to see the accounting manager with a package the size of a boot shoebox.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  She didn’t have time for his shit; she was on a mission. “Hey, Robert. I’m on my way out for a moment.”

  “Sure. I just wanted to thank you for finding the error in the system.” Alex doubted he really wanted to thank her. More like kill her for calling him out on it. She wondered how long he’d been defrauding the company.

  “You’re welcome. Just doing my job.” She took a couple steps down the hall, hoping he took the hint.

  He went on. “I stayed all weekend and researched the files. Not positive when that account was set up. It was before I started, so it’s been at least five years.”

  Alex slid farther from her door. That would mean over $2.5 million had been stolen. “I’m glad you’ve got it solved. But I really need to go, if you know what I mean.”

  His eye popped wide. “Oh, sorry.” He held up the box. “This was waiting for you up front. It must be some things our other payroll lady had called in and put on backorder.”

  Whatever. She would punch him if he didn’t shut up already. “Just put it on my desk. I’ll be right back.” With that, she didn’t give him the opportunity to say anything more.

  A few minutes later, Alex stepped into the elevator of Andrew’s building. Several people were in the carriage, including Jen, Andrew’s secretary. That would explain how Leslie was able to sneak into his office. Jen had been in the café, a banana and container of yogurt in her hands.

  Alex tried to catch her eye, but the angle was wrong. She didn’t want to call out and have everyone look at them, so she kept quiet.

  She had loved the simplicity of their budding romance. Like a flower, their relationship had been flourishing. Now, it seemed he’d cut it from the root.

  She dug her nails into her palms. She’d opened up to him. Unlike she’d ever done before, she’d allowed the man to touch a deeper part of her. Tapping her heel in the elevator, she visualized all the ways to kill both of them.

  It had been too good to be true. She just knew it. She’d been surprised and a little scared at how quickly things seemed to work between them. Almost as though they’d been together for a long time, they divided their evenings between her place and his. The days that followed were filled with dinners, movies, regular couple stuff.

  Reaching the correct floor, the two women exited the elevator. Jen took off. “Jen, wait.” The secretary startled and turned.

  “Alexandra? What are you do—never mind.” Jen spun around and continued on. Alex had to jog to keep up. When she did, Jen didn’t look at her or even talk to her. The woman looked angry. Did she know who was visiting her boss at this second?

  “Jen,” Alex said, “when you were out just now, Leslie sneaked into Andrew’s office while he was in the shower.”

  With confusion on her face, Jen glanced with her. “How would you know that?”

  Alex didn’t want to explain their building to building love affair, but she had no choice. “Because I saw her from my office window.”

  “Your what?”

  “I’ll explain later. Right now, we need to get to Andrew’s office and stop whatever he’s doing.”

  Apparently agreeing, Jen steppe
d into a fast jog to the office door. On her way past her desk, she tossed her food on a paper towel and continued to her boss’s door. She knocked.

  Alex was ready to barge through and did when no one replied. “He’s in the shower,” she said, stomping across the office. She threw open the bathroom door and found Leslie’s wet body plastered to Andrew’s against one of the transparent shower walls, sucking on his face like a leech on a vein.

  The bitch saw her and Jen over Andrew’s shoulder and tore her mouth from Andrew’s the same time he pushed her hips away. “I love you, too, Andrew.”

  He had told her that he loved her? Alex’s heart crumbled. She knew it was too good to be true.

  “Leslie, I said get out.”

  The heiress held his face in her hands, not letting him turn. “Andrew, darling, tell the cleaning lady this isn’t the time to do your office. We’re in the middle of something right now.”

  “What? Shit. Give me that towel.”

  Alex took a step toward the woman. “Excuse me?” She bit back the impulse to slap the smirk off the blonde. Andrew was the one at fault here as he was playing games with her.

  “Alexandra?” he said, trying to get out of the bitch’s hold on him. “How did you get here?”

  Leslie looked down her nose at Alex. “I said we are busy, or can you not see that we’re in the middle of a private moment here? Seriously, Andrew, what does it take to get good help around this place?”

  “I said shut up, Leslie.” His voice had become loud.

  Locking her gaze to his, Alex watched the anger radiating from his eyes. Good, let him be pissed he got caught. “Congratulations, you truly are one miserable son of a bitch. I should’ve known this was going to happen.” She shook her head at her own stupidity. Jack had warned her.

  “Alexandra.” He looked from the woman in his shower to Alexandra and shook his head. “It’s not what it looks like.” He managed to slip out of the shower and grab the towel. Leslie had no compunction about covering up.